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#marvel x fem!reader
dreaminginpastels · 3 months
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Wow you’re writing is great! If you’re not busy, would you do a Druig request where he’s in love with his fellow Eternal who’s generally neutral in family fights but one Druig manages to bother her enough that he feels guilty and asks for forgiveness because he can handle everyone else being mad at him but not her? Thank you in advance!
wounding me softly
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pairing: druig x fem!eternal!reader
summary: in which druig is increasingly distracted in battle and reader has had enough.
warnings: reader says some slightly not very nice things to druig, sliiiightest angst, brief intimacy
reader pronouns: she/her (by request)
word count: 2.1k
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Druig was getting on your last nerve. Literally. 
Arishem had gifted you the ability to heal others, but what you hadn’t told the rest of the Eternals was that this “ability” came with a catch - each time, you had to absorb the injury in order to heal it. Early on in your inception, you’d decided it was some punishment, for what you had no clue, but as you became an integral part of the Eternals and learned from each of them, you’d come to see it as your own private gift - a way to develop untapped empathy and care for others. It made you the beautiful person you were. 
Right now, however, Druig was testing your patience. The two of you had spent much time together during the early part of your stay in Babylon, and had grown close enough that Druig had started showboating in battles, leading the two of you to keep a tally of Deviants slain and owing each other various snacks after battle depending on who won. You were happy for the first time in a long, long time. You had even let yourself wonder if there might be more on the horizon between you. Over the last week, however, something had changed. Druig was quieter, withdrawn. You’d find him lost in his thoughts, and, most troublesome was the fact that he seemed to have lost his focus in battle. It was taking its toll. 
It had started with slight delays, Druig got where he needed to be but always just a tad too late. At first, you were concerned, checking in on him even though he’d just brush you off. But then you’d begun to get frustrated with the brooding eternal. The battles were becoming more frequent, and as the demand on your abilities grew, so too it seemed did Druig’s wandering mind. 
Drained and exhausted, you slumped against a wall as Ikaris blasted a Deviant ahead of you on your route to a wounded Kingo. 
“Kingo, again?” you sighed as your hands pressed on his abdomen. You felt the deep gash slowly and agonisingly transferring to your own side. 
He winced, “It’s not my fault, y/n, I swear-”
“They’re just targeting the weakest link.” Ikaris stated, matter-of-factly. 
Kingo scoffed. “Okay, rude.” 
Ikaris smirked before responding to Sersi’s summon. 
Kingo turned to you, “But seriously, y/n, if Druig showed up every once and a while, maybe these damn Deviants would go down easier.”
You groaned in frustration at the same moment that Kingo sighed in relief. The injury had finished absorbing, but you were severely lightheaded and could barely move. Druig was going to get more than an earful when you got back. 
“You’re an angel, y/n.” Kingo announced as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Seriously, I appreciate you so much.”
You grimaced, trying to hide the immense pain you were in. “T-thanks Kingo. Be careful out there, okay?”
He nodded before saluting you. “I won’t let you down, boss.”
“Rock, paper, scissors for the last twinkie?”
Druig brushed up against your shoulder playfully in the common space of the Domo, earning him a glare from you, and a chuckle out of Kingo. 
“Woah,” Druig began, gesturing to your glare with his twinkie in hand, “Careful with that thing, you could seriously hurt someone!”
You scoffed and walked away, feeling Druig’s confused gaze following your every step. As you walked into your room, you could hear his voice echoing through the walls of the Domo. “Was it something I said?”
“You, my friend, are royally screwed.” Kingo replied, stifling a chuckle.
A week had passed since Kingo’s major injury, and you hadn’t spoken a single word to Druig. You knew that the silent treatment was probably a bit immature for an eternal being, but frankly, you couldn’t care less. Being unfocused in battle was one thing, but vanishing when your family needs you the most? That you couldn’t condone.
You knew he’d have an excuse, and part of you was desperate to hear it. You missed him. Of course you did. Your love for him only made your resentment more torturous. 
Carefully positioning your still-recovering body against the wall in the meeting room, you watched as the other Eternals filed in with bated breath, wondering how much longer you could keep your secret. 
Druig’s heart rate spiked as Ajak concluded their meeting, the blood coursing through his veins as he prepared for what he was about to do. He hated confrontation as much as the next person, although the next person was Ikaris... 
“Alright, if no one has anything further they wish to present, you’re all dismissed.”
“Actually, Ajak,” Druig began, taking in the eye-rolls from his fellow Eternals as his voice filled the room. “I have something I’d like to discuss.”
Ajak’s patient, loving eyes wandered his face like a warning. “Yes, Druig?”
“Y/n’s been giving me the silent treatment lately, and I’d like to get to the bottom of it.”
“Oh here we go…” muttered Kingo as his eyes met Sprite’s, drawn to the impending drama like a car crash he couldn't tear his eyes from.
“It pains me to bring it up," Druig continued, glaring briefly at Kingo, "but seeing as the Deviants are getting more frequent, I figure we need to gel as a unit, and I don’t feel that we’re doing that.”
“HA,” A voice stirred from the shadowed corner of the meeting room. “You can talk.”
As you emerged from the shadows into the light of the meeting space, Druig took in your appearance - your heavy breathing, the dark bags under your bloodshot eyes, how pale you were. He instinctively moved towards you, resting a featherlight hand on your shoulder. His heart shattered as you winced and pulled away from his usually welcome touch. 
“Y/n, you look like crap! What the hell happened?” Then, softly in your ear, “Are you okay?”
Druig felt you tremble the second before you shoved him away from you. “Of course I do! While you’ve been off doing Arishem knows what, we’ve been protecting the humans, and each other, from Deviants. Who, as you so kindly reminded us, are getting more dangerous and more frequent. This is the time that we can’t afford slip-ups, and you’re off with the fairies!”
Druig’s head fell in shame. You hated conflict, least of all with him, and he had driven you to this. He knew it was entirely his fault - he had been distracted lately, and you deserved to know why. “Y/n, I-”
“You’re careless! And you don’t think about anyone but yourself. We can’t afford that, Druig. We’re a team. A family. Act like it.”
He shrunk into himself, every trace of his usual swagger and confidence shattered like the fragile heart he held within. You were right. He had done this to you, left you exhausted and pained - a shell of yourself. The one person he swore he’d never hurt. He mustered the only words he could, hoping they were at least a bandage over your weak frame. At least enough until he could hold you again. “I’m sorry.”
With a deep sigh, he watched as you limped out of the room - step by pained step. Druig looked at the faces of the other Eternals, taking in their disappointment with panicked eyes before rushing out of the room to follow you. 
“Y/n, wait!”
You groaned as he approached. Every noise you made splintered Druig’s heart a little more. He needed to make this right. Now. 
“What, you couldn’t even let me have a badass exit? You’re unbelievable.” You mustered a chuckle to lighten the mood, but Druig saw how it pained you. How you shuddered with each breath. 
“Oh my darlin’, you’re not okay.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Obviously, Druig. But great to know you weren’t even listening to my speech-”
“No, I can see it - something’s really wrong.” He lifted an arm above yours and studied your eyes carefully for permission before gently lifting your arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you to lay down, we can talk when you’re comfortable.”
You winced as Druig lifted your arm, but hummed gratefully at his concern, lifting his hopes ever so slightly that things might just be okay. That he might win his best friend back, if he could muster the courage to be sincere enough.
Druig guided you to your room, and lay you gently on your bed, relishing in the comfortable sigh that emerged from your lips. You looked up at him, guarded but gentle. “Thank you, Druig.”
“You’re  welcome, my darlin’.” He softened as he took you in. Then, he eyed your bed. “Mind if I lay with you?”
You hesitated for a moment before nodding your permission. 
The silence that followed was full of unspoken emotions. Of feelings too large for the room, but deep enough to create a chasm between you. Until your voice echoed through the dark. 
“What’s been going on with you lately? You’re a formidable warrior, unrelenting in battle. What could possibly have you distracted enough that you’d ignore Kingo’s calls for aid?”
Druig sighed. “Look, y/n. It seems we’ve both been keeping secrets. I’ll tell you mine if you promise to tell me yours?”
You eyed his outstretched pinky. “I cannot believe you’re making me pinky swear like our inception was yesterday.”
He laughed gently, “You know you love it.”
Rolling your eyes, you took his pinky in yours. “Fine, pinky swear.”
While your pinkies were still entwined, Druig quickly added, “but you go first!” before letting go. 
“You are an actual child, Druig.”
“And you have a secret to tell me…” he replied in a sing-song voice. 
The mood was instantly quashed by your serious tone. “I…”
Carefully, Druig took your hand in his. “You know you can tell me anything, my darlin’, I’m not going anywhere.”
You took a deep breath as you looked up at him, meeting his concerned irises. 
“My abilities come with a cost. A condition. I can’t heal anyone without taking on their pain first.” Druig searched your eyes, horrified by your words and connecting the dots as you continued, “So, each time I’ve healed the others in battle recently…”
“...you’ve had to take on their injuries yourself and heal from them.” He finished for you. 
You nodded sombrely. “Each, and every one. Individually.”
“Oh, my beautiful, beautiful, y/n. Why didn’t you tell us?” Druig looked down sheepishly at your entwined hands before quietly adding, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 
Your voice was smaller than Druig had ever heard it as you replied, laced with the worries and insecurities you had held inside for an eternity. “I…I didn’t want to burden anyone, to let anyone down, and…I didn’t want you to look down on me for being the only Eternal whose powers are conditional. I was ashamed for a really long time.”
“I could never look down on you, y/n.” Druig began, turning to face you as he gently cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes. “I…I love you.”
Your eyes widened, “You…you do?”
He chuckled sadly, “Of course I do, you beautiful, oblivious fool. I’ve loved you forever.” Druig looked down bashfully before muttering under his breath. “That’s uh, that’s actually why I’ve been so distracted lately.”
“Wait, WHAT?”
“I know, I know, it’s so dumb. I just, I’ve been wanting to ask you if you would ever consider seeing me as more than just the brooding Eternal that boasts in battle for snacks because he’s too shy to ask the girl he loves to be his. I never thought you would ever see me as more and I…I would daydream about us in battle, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us. Then, last week I saw these flowers - daisies, I- I know they’re your favourite - when this Deviant shoved me to the ground deep in the forest and I thought they would be perfect for some grand romantic gesture and then I heard about Kingo and- I’m so sorry y/n, I ruined everything, I hurt you, and-”
Druig’s panicked rambling faded into nothingness the second he felt your lips graze his. Gentle, shy at first, and then more deeply, with a passion that he felt at his core. He moaned against your lips, “Y-y/n, I-”
“That is somehow equally the sweetest and dumbest thing I’ve ever heard come out of that beautiful-” kiss, “-beautiful-” kiss, “-mouth.”
With a lovestruck gaze, and an empty mind, Druig’s eyes moved from your lips to your eyes as he took in the sight before him. “Y-you forgive me?”
You smiled then, cupping his face gently before placing another tentative kiss on his waiting lips. “I’ll do you one better. I love you, you sweet, idiotic Eternal. I’d be honoured to be yours.”
The two of you lay there in contented silence, falling asleep entwined in each other's embrace, knowing that everything would be okay. Knowing that you had each other.  ...
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a/n: hi lovely, i’m so very sorry for how long it’s taken me to get around to this request. it was my last druig request for AGES and I was just so nervous that if I wrote my last druig request I wouldn't get any more, so I held onto this baby like my life depended on it. that being said, I tweaked the request a little bit and I ADORED writing this. I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be, and please please feel free to request for baby boy again because I love writing for him SO MUCH 🤍 
i’m so excited to get back into writing again, i finally finished my honours degree and I have so much creativity it’s not even funny - hoping to really smash out a bunch of your requests and create a writing schedule so i can keep it up because i miss and love writing for you all! thank you so much for your patience and support, you mean the world to me and i’m thankful for you every day 
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devils-dares · 1 year
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Top of the Class
summary: you and matt could not be further from each other, he's unlike you in every way and you hate him for it, but something always draws the two of you back to each other.
pairing: college!matt murdock x fem!reader
warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, this is basically hate sex with a little softness at the end, semi-established relationship?? (they're enemies)
wordcount: 858
a/n: first smut whaaaat?
feedback is always appreciated!
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
The noise of his headboard hitting the wall did absolutely nothing to deter you from making even more noise, the pistoning of his hips stealing away any semblance of thought from you. His large forearms bracket your head, his lips mere inches from yours.
"How's it feel, huh? How's it feel being fucked 'by the likes of me'?" He uses your earlier words against you, having overheard a conversation between you and your friends.
You moan pathetically in response, nails dragging down his back to leave raised red tracks in their wake, he curses and drops his head, sucking marks into your skin.
"Did you finally realize you're nothing but a whore? Fucking around with all those prep boys yet you're sneaking into my room at night just to get a good fuckin’? Such a naughty girl." One of his hands leaves the support he has on the bed to hold your neck, squeezing just enough to limit your air intake and have that delicious emptiness in your brain become evermore delirious.
"Can't even fucking talk, hm? You gonna cum?" You nod, and he laughs at you, "Poor you, too bad. Hold it." You whine at his words but do as he says. You have no reason to, but his domineering position has you in literally and figuratively a chokehold, so you comply anyways.
He sits up, grabbing your thighs to push your legs over his shoulders. He gives you no warning but a little smirk and a dark chuckle before he resumes fucking you. He hits that spot, which annoyingly, only he can hit and you squeal.
"Don't hold back," he whispers, "I want everyone in this goddamned house to hear you scream.'' He starts thrusting harder, resulting in you and the bed being the loudest you possibly can.
"Matty, Matty, please," you say and he laughs at you again.
"What are you begging for, brat? Use your big girl words for a change, thought you were top of your class." You're afraid to request, however, feeling as though he'd make fun of you for what you wanted.
"Say what you want, whatever you wish I'll grant it." He says, and you're left wondering how he can exert so much energy yet have so much breath left to talk to you.
"Closer, pl-please." His hips stutter for half a second, and then he picks up the pace.
"Awh, you want me closer? Alright babybug." You hated when he called you petnames, but so long as he granted your wish, which he did, you didn't care.
"Gonna cum!" You squeal into his shoulder. He brings you impossibly closer to his body, and you can feel his abs flex with every thrust.
"Matty please," you beg, "can I cum?" He tuts at you.
"You're so far gone, aren't you, pretty girl? Yes, you can cum for me." He feels you tighten around him, grunting as you arch your back into him and practically scream his name. He fucks you through it, and only slows when he feels you squeezing his shoulder.
"Too much?" He asks softly, and you nod.
"I can stop, princess." You shake your head quickly.
"I want-" You have to take a breath to finish your statement, the aftershocks of your orgasm still washing over you, "want you to finish in me." He squeezes your hips and drops his head to your shoulder.
"Can't just say stuff like that, angel." You feel him tenderly resume his thrusts, groaning deeply into your neck as you squeeze around him.
You feel him throb inside of you, and if the tightening of his hands on your hips is anything to go by, he's close. You bring one of your hands up to his hair and give a gentle tug, coaxing him to "give it to me, Matty." He groans, and you feel him fill you up. You convince him to stay, his softening cock still tucked up inside of you while he lays his body weight on you.
"You alright?" He was always kind and gentle to you in the moments after, a stark contrast to your relationship outside the bedroom. You nod, feeling your eyes droop.
"I gotta go. Gonna fall asleep if I stay."
"Stay," he talks softly as if he were trying to lull you to dreamland, "I'll take care of you. Let me clean you up and dress you, I'll grab you a glass of water."
"You don't ha-"
"I'm offering, angel, let me." You nod and he does just as he says.
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The two of you lay in his bed, he's dressed in just boxers and you've thrown on panties and his shirt. Your ear is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat willing you to sleep.
"Thank you." You say sleepily.
"For?" He asks softly, hands running up and down your bare thighs.
"Letting me in."
"I'm not quite sure what that means, angel." But he won't get an answer, for you've fallen asleep on his chest. He vows to your sleeping figure that he won't move until you've woken, pressing a secret kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you too, angel."
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infernalodie · 2 years
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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚
“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘺“
Inspo: Måneskin - For Your Love
Pairing: Rocker!Yelena Belova x Fem!reader
Summary: Yelena takes an immediate liking from onstage and decides to give you a one on one experience.
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Warnings: Slight dub-con, strap-on, degradation kink, body worshipping, praise kink, daddy kink, corruption kink, and dumbification.
Words 2272
DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
Tonight was the night you had been waiting months for. Ever since the Thunderbolts announced their tour and that they would be coming through your town, so you had bought tickets for yourself and your friends. And finally, after months of waiting, the time had come and you were finally standing at the front of the crowd, waiting eagerly for the sight of any member of the Thunderbolts.
Some time ago, your friends left to go to the merch table and see what they were selling and then likely grab drinks. While you stood here alone, a beaming excited smile on your lips as you waited. Your body was practically vibrating from the pure excitement running through your body. All of it building up to the moment you would finally see Yelena. The lead singer of the Thunderbolts and your personal celebrity crush.
She had been one of the founding members of the Thunderbolts. She along with Baron, Walker, Starr, and Thunderbolt Ross. They had shot to the top of the charts across the world, even topping the Avengers in sales and overall fanbase. But before that, you fell in love with the small snippets of music Yelena had posted on her social media in the past. Some random pieces that she had been working on. Then she did a song with the Avengers and then from there, you’ve been a fan ever since.
But tonight, all of that was finally starting to mean something as the lights started fading out. The crowd around you started to scream, you along with them. The thought of your friends returning getting lost within the low hum of a guitar amp. Then came the low strum of the bass guitar, who you knew was Walker, as the stage lights began to sound. A red glow formed on the stage as you could start making out the figures located across the stage.
At the edge of the stage, you were greeted by Yelena who stared out at the ocean of people with a dark look in her eyes. The black mascara around her eyes gave off the aesthetic the bad strove towards. “I feel the heat up, uh, I feel the beat of drums. Call the police, I'll do it, they've stolen all my fun. I'm breaking free, but I'm stuck in a police car.”
Nights you spent watching their live performances or even scrolled past them on your Instagram, you never thought they would be this electric in person. How they just jumped across the stage like maniacs and Yelena stomped her feet to the beat of the song. It was all enthralling and exactly what you hoped for it to be.
What you hadn’t expected was for Yelena to look directly at you. You felt the air be knocked free from your lungs your screams came to halt. You could do nothing but stare up at the woman like she was some sort of goddess. And Yelena smiled down at you with something else in her eyes. You were too taken aback by the smile to even realize the extra implications of the action.
For a good chunk of the concert, you stood there dancing and singing the lyrics. Ever so occasionally, you met Yelena’s gaze, always getting a flash of that flirty smile you had seen all over the internet. It left your legs untrustworthy considering you were now on the receiving end of these smiles.
If things couldn’t have gotten any worse, your favourite song off their album was beginning to play and you could feel the butterflies rising in your stomach. That beautiful electric guitar filled the open air with the drums coming in quickly after.
“I wanna be the first girl you look at tonight.” Yelena’s haunting voice boomed from the speakers. But her eyes were still fixated on you. Freezing you to the ground as you stared up at her with awe. “I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild. I wanna drive you 'til the morning light and. I wanna leave you alone in the middle of the night. I wanna be a good man and see you smile.”
She crawled to the edge of the stage, sitting right in front of you. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she moved her hand through the fans that sought her approval just as much as you. But she cupped your jaw softly and grinned. “And I wanna swim between your thighs. I wanna fuck you 'til you scream and cry. I wanna hold you in my arms tonight.”
Just as fast as her warm touch had graced your skin, it was gone with her moving across the stage singing. Only leaving you to stare at the woman with your mouth suddenly dry and a copious amount of heat radiating from between your legs.
And it carried on like that for the rest of the show until the Thunderbolts walked off stage with people starting to filter out of the venue. You constantly glanced back at the stage, hoping to catch Yelena’s gaze one more time. But you never saw her, so you followed the crowd of the venue.
But halfway out, a large tall man with a grizzly beard caught your arm. “Yelena wants to meet you.” The statement alone caused your heart to get caught in your throat with your lips parting to speak. But nothing came out.
So, you only nodded and allowed the man to escort you to the back. Walking down the rather plain hallways, taking short turns and soon you stood outside of what you guess was the lead singer's dressing room. The man knocked, pausing for a moment until Yelena’s voice could be heard on the other end saying, “Come in.”
The door slowly opened, your eyes wide finding the singer sitting on a couch with a cigarette heavy between her index and middle finger. Her eyes found yours and she smiled instantly. “Hello, doll,” she greeted. “Thanks, Bucky. That’ll be all.”
The man, Bucky, nodded before walking away, shutting the door behind you once you entered hesitantly. Cigarette smoke created a slight fog in the room but never made you keep your eyes off Yelena. There had been a time when you thought about what you would say to the woman. But now, you were lost for words now that you had been thrown into this sudden situation.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Yelena asked,  freeing you from your inner panic as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
Providing a shy smile, you nodded. “It was amazing. I’d been dreaming to see you guys live,” you stated. “Thanks for making my year.”
Yelena grinned at that, dabbing the end of her cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m glad I could do so,” she said. “Probably the best show we’ve done in this last bit of the tour.”
“You guys are doing the world tour right after, right?” You wondered. “I can’t imagine what type of exhaustion you must feel. I would probably tap out after 5 shows.” You laughed softly, surprised to hear the woman laugh, nodding in agreement.
Her eyes were still focused on you, adoring the way you seemed to be relaxing in her presence. Most people would’ve been praising her and the others like they were gods. Not that she minded, but you were so calm and it honestly surprised her.
“Come have a seat.” The Russian patted the open spot on the couch, only heightening your nerves that you had done a good job hiding.
But you swallowed your fears and walked over. Sitting down next to the woman, who propped her arm on the back of the couch and faced you. A soft smile rested on her lips as you shifted in your seat, trying to not let on that you were currently screaming inside your head.
“You looked beautiful tonight.”
Yelena’s words had your eyes widening, mouth ajar as you stared at her. Unable to comprehend such a compliment from a beautiful woman, such as herself. Her white wife beater, showed off enough of her tattoos that were hidden under the leather jacket she wore. The leather pants flush with her supple thighs that you had shamelessly wondered what it would be like to be between. Then was the short blonde hair that looked incredible on her. You remember when she had her long hair before she chopped it. Both looked incredible on her, but you loved this new look.
It was all a little fantasy of yours. Nothing more.
“Thank you.” Your squeaky response earned a devious grin from the woman who placed her cigarette in the ashtray.
“I mean it,” she added. “I mean, look at you.”
Without so much as a warning, Yelena softly grabbed your hips and lifted you up. You yelped, hands finding their place on her shoulders as you stared down at her. Now straddling her as she grinned in amusement, eyes glossing your figure up and close.
You couldn’t get a word out, incredibly nervous and rather embarrassed. But Yelena seemed far more pleased and happy to see you like this. Hands resting on your hips with her thumbs carefully lifting the hem of your shirt. Allowing her a glimpse at your skin that she had wanted to feel since she saw you in the crowd.
“Y-Yelena- We can’t do this.”
Yelena grinned in amusement, looking up from your stomach and to your eyes. “What do you think we’re doing, doll?” The question only embarrassed you more, turning your head to try and hide your rosier face. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”
You gasped when Yelena cupped your heat. A shudder runs through your body as you let out a whimper. Fingers tensed around the singer’s shoulders as she smiled in amusement. Despite the denim dividing her from what she’s been craving throughout the night, she could still feel the heat that radiated from you. And as her fingers rubbed softly, eliciting those cute noises from your mouth, she could start to feel the faintest dampness appear.
She cooed at you like you were nothing but a baby. “Come on, slut. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you haven’t thought of me fucking you like the sweet little girl I know you are.” The hold she had on you was inescapable. Her touch is being chased with your hips moving involuntarily as your fingers softly scratched at the hairs at the nape of her neck.
“I want it,” you breathed, eyes having become heavy as you allowed yourself to swim in the pleasure. “I want you, Yelena.”
Yelena bit her bottom lip, even though you seemed sure of yourself, she could still hear the hesitance in your voice. It was rather adorable. But she hummed in approval. “You can call me daddy, doll.”
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“D-Daddy!” You cried hard, tears streaming down your cheeks. For around an hour, you had been fucked and abused like a toy. Yelena never seemed satisfied with what she got from you, so here you were. Lying on the couch that was soaked in your arousal that dripped down inside of your thighs. With Yelena sitting between your legs, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead as she fucked you mercilessly with her bright red strap-on.
Yelena’s nails cut deep in your hips. Blood has poked through the tiny gashes she’s caused, but she never stopped. Her hips pounded against yours and broke you further as your thoughts began to slip away. Being replaced with the pleasure gifted to you by her ruthless desire.
And she noticed this by your lips parting and eyes rolling back. A build-up of spit slid out the corner of your mouth as your body shook with each thrust. When she had been on stage, she had instantly had the thought of corrupting you. Turning you into her own personal toy that she could use to release some frustration or get the release she wanted. And seeing you now, it was fucking beautiful. The sight alone could be enough to bring Yelena to the precipice of her orgasm.
But she held it off. Opting to grin widely at the state she had put you in. “Such a good slut taking my cock,” she groaned. “I’m going to have so much fun bringing you on tour, doll.”
If your mind wasn’t so fucked out, maybe you would’ve been overjoyed by the news. But you were so lost that nothing could come out besides choked moans. Body continuing to tense and walls clamping around the fake cock as she made the addition of her finger rubbing harsh circles into your clit. 
Your voice was hoarse as you attempted to plead, only coming out as choked whimpers and mewls. Yelena could already see what you were trying to tell her judging by the way your body shook and legs began to shake. “Come on, baby girl. Come for me.”
With the order, you let go and were propelled into the stratosphere. Mind going white as your body arched off the couch with a scream. Hips bucking wildly as Yelena smiled in amusement at the reaction. Continuing to fuck you through the orgasm, prolonging the experience until you were panting and gasping for air.
But when you felt her begin to rock her hips, your hands shot forward to her chest. Shaking your head with whimpers. Yelena smiled softly, removing your hands and pressing kisses to the back of your hands. “I know, sweetheart. But give me one more. Be my good girl.”
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psychedelic-ink · 2 years
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pairing: steven grant x fem!reader
genre: hurt/comfort, smut
word count: 3.6k
summary: Steven's been suffering from nightmares for a while now, you should've known better than to startle him awake.
warnings: reader accidentally getting wounded and bleeding but it's a very small wound nothing drastic, steven suffering from nightmares, i imagine this happening prior to the show so steven doesn't really know about marc yet, slow sensual love making with a lot of emotions, cumming inside, reader rides steven,
also "la tadhhabi" means "do not go" in arabic (this might be wrong i used google translate)
a/n: okay while writing this i wasn't sure if steven tied himself with a chain or a rope so i went with chain then i learned it's like a wire or something but i just rolled with it, enjoy! <33
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You hear the rattle of chains first. A sharp inhale, a stuttered breath.
The sheets that keep you warm slides down your body, leaving you cold and uncomfortable. Your eyes gently flutter open, a tear dropping from your eyes as you yawn. The room is completely engulfed in darkness, only the lights of the cars passing by shining upon the white ceiling. You can feel the warmth of Steven’s body near you, his bare foot dragging against your cold skin as he shifts under the thick sheets. He’s muttering something you can’t quite hear, lips moving frantically while his hands ball into fists. He mutters something you assume in french but it sounds too foreign to your heart.
Now wide awake, and cold, you stare at the ceiling not really knowing what to do. You count the car lights that reflect on the ceiling, taking in deep breaths as you do. Steven’s mumbling becomes louder, after many nights of being with him it reaches your ears in the form of a soothing melody. While your relationship was fresh and new, you would wake him up when he got too loud, or when you were positive that he was seeing the most wretched nightmares humanly possible. But the end result was never good, he would panic way too much, his sense of his whereabouts completely lost in the darkness of his mind. After a while you just stopped shaking him awake, besides he always seemed to calm down after a while.
A gust of cold wind blows and your gaze shifts to the open windows, the dark curtains dancing along with gentle caresses of the subtle breeze. A sigh leaves your lips, if Steven was going to be hugging the sheets all night it was best to close the windows. Or else he might find a popsicle rather than a girlfriend by morning.
Another groan leaves your lips and you forcefully pull yourself away from the comfort of your pillows. As your toes touch the wooden floors a shiver climbs up your spine, another gust of wind blows. While you mentally prepare in order to actually get out of bed, you hear Steven groaning, he throws his arm to the side, fingers grazing against your hips. The feeling of his blunt nails scraping against the thin layer of your pajama bottoms makes you shudder.
“la tadhhabi,”
You have no idea what he’s saying but there’s a soft tone to it, affectionate is the only word you can describe it as. A smile spreads across your lips and you finally manage to stand up. Goosebumps coats your skin as you hurriedly make your way towards the windows, quickly closing them, you rush back to Steven’s side.
The bed dips under your weight as you snuggle close to Steven. His mumbling has quieted down completely, only the movements of his eyelids twitching visible in his body. Happy to see him more relaxed, you press your face against the crook of his neck, the scent of his skin reaches your nostrils in the form of cinnamon and vanilla. You can almost hear the faint thudding of his quickly beating heart. Your hand caresses his covered torso, trailing all the way up to the bare part of his upper chest. You can’t help the fact that your own heart begins to beat faster, or the way your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his skin under your fingertips–
“Don’t you dare touch me!”
Steven suddenly jolts up, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist as he twists it. A jolt of pain shots throughout your body and you squeal, the pressure of his nails breaks the skin, the faintest amount of blood beginning to trickle down your wrist. You try to pull away but his hold is too strong, finally your eyes meet his– He looks absolutely delirious, pupils blown wide while his chest trembles. Despite the taste of fear on your tongue, you manage to take in deep breaths, calming yourself before you speak.
“Steven,” you say softly but audible enough to make his eyebrow raise. “Steven, it's me. We’re in your apartment, in London. You’re okay, just take in deep breaths.”
The transition is slow but you can see it as clear as day. He slowly lowers his dark eyebrows, the faint glimmer in his eyes returning as they continually scan your face. Steven’s grip on your wrist loosens, his fingers wet and warm due to the blood, the amount too much for such a small wound. His other hand raises to your cheek, gently cupping the side of your face as he lets out a stuttered breath. Your eyes follow the way he licks his lips, scrunching up his nose he tastes the morning breath. His chest raises and as it does you can hear the tick tocks of a clock that isn’t there. The two of you let out a deep breath at the same time. Feeling the crevice of his fingers you lean into his touch, pressing the frame of your face further into his palm.
“What–” Steven’s voice breaks. “What just happened?”
“Another nightmare,”
The realization in his eyes grows, his lips forming the smallest of “oh”’s. He drags his fingers to your neck, your pulse beating rapidly under the tips of them. His eyes travel down your figure, lingering on the wrist he’s still holding. You swallow. Panic fills his kind eyes, his lips part with a strained breath as his thumb draws small circles against the skin. Red traces follow and form dark shapes against it. Suddenly he lets go and your hand drops to the sheets, he flinches away, chest collapsing in on itself as he scutters away from you as much as he can.
“Bullocks,” he sharply whispers into the night. “I-I’m sorry– I’m so so sorry– Just wait there a second I’ll be right back with a washcloth or tissue or something– J-Just wait right there–”
Before you can stop him, Steven rushes out of bed, the sound of metal clashing against each other echoes in the tiny apartment and a loud thud follows, then a pain filled groan.
“Steven,” you call out to him, crawling towards his side of the bed. “God, are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Another groan follows as you look down, you can barely see him in the dark. Steven’s sprawled against the floor, hands covering his face while he takes in deep breaths. You reach out, fingertips grazing his forearm, the small hairs that cover his skin tickles you. It pains you when he flinches away and you swiftly retract your arm. Another huffed breath ripples out of his throat.
“It’s nothing serious, don't worry about it,” you attempt to console him, knowing that it does little to do so. “Just a little cut. I promise that I’m alright,”
“You’re bleeding. Because of me.” his voice is muffled under his palms. “It doesn’t matter to me if it’s serious or not,”
“Hey, come back to bed Steven. Please.”
Silence follows your request but your gaze upon him never wavers, only worry filling your chest. Finally Steven sighs and drags his palms away from his face. He looks at you momentarily before climbing back to bed, he sits right at the edge, eyes locked to the floor. He resembles a child that’s just been reprimanded which is the exact opposite of what you want him to be feeling. You crawl next to him, your shoulders momentarily brushing against one another. This time Steven doesn’t flinch away. Instead he leans in closer, pressing more of his flesh against yours. Suddenly you remember how cold you are.
“I feel like I’m falling apart,” Steven finally speaks. His gaze is locked to the floor but you know his mind is much farther away, eyes clouded with an emotion you’re unfamiliar with. “Day and night, it’s always a struggle. I don’t even remember the last time I’ve rested. Now, I’ve even managed to hurt you,”
Your heart breaks into a million pieces at his words, at the tone of his voice, gently placing a hand on his cheek, you force his gaze upon you.
“You didn’t hurt me,”
“You’re bleeding.”
“It was my fault. I knew you were seeing a nightmare but touched you anyway, I shouldn’t have,”
“This shouldn’t be an issue you have to face.”
You part your lips to reply but close them immediately, knowing that at this point whatever you said to him would go in one ear and not the other. Instead you continue to watch him. Observing him as he buries himself further down into his own thoughts. You wish you could do more. Fight of the beasts of his inner darkness alongside him but you can’t. Steven, despite being a goofball most of the time, kept that part locked up deep inside him. He never told you about his nightmares. Or what it was that scared him so much. Sometimes as he slept, between whispers you would try to piece together what was happening in his mind but it was all in vain.
Without so much as muttering a word, Steven touches the inside of your wrist. Fingertips grazing against the crescent shaped marks that his nails left. Surely the next day it would scar, but you pay no mind to it, you love him too much to care about trivial things such as this.
But on the other hand, Steven loves you too much to not to care about it.
He raises your wrist to his mouth and pauses when his lips barely touch the wound. The blood is pretty much all dried out, a thin layer of a scab already starting to form. You hold your breath as Steven closes the little distance and places a soft kiss against the abused skin. His lips are warm, soft, full of love, reminding you of milk tea with a bit of added honey. Your heart flutters in your chest and as if he can hear it, he looks up to you, the darkness of his eyes observing your very soul. His lips begin to pepper your skin with kisses, a sharp inhale filling your lungs as the sin of his mouth travels up your arm. A shudder runs up your spine, adding to the tremble of your already cold body.
Steven inches closer to you, his lips lingering at the patch of skin right above your shoulder. You feel the wetness of his tongue, the tip of the muscle trailing up your neck and teeth nipping the corner of your chin. Unbeknownst to you, you had closed your eyes. You only feel Steven– his lips, his tongue, the heat of his body. Much to your dismay, he parts away from you, taking the warmth he brought to your skin along with him. Your eyes open, lips quivering down at the loss of contact. Steven stares at you, his breath ghosting your face as he waits for your given permission. You nod, but at the same time voice your desires in a barely audible whisper.
“Touch me,”
As soon as you utter the words the world around you shifts into slow motion. Steven lays you on the bed, his lips never leaving your skin as he strips you of your clothes. You wish to do the same to him but he’s already bare except for his black boxer shorts. You can feel the hunger, the desperation he has lingering deep within him. He grazes his teeth along your skin, leaving a trail of fading bite marks as he reaches your breasts. You gasp as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches, pushing more of your flesh between his sinful lips. He’s eager. Tongue drawing circles around the sensitive nub as his teeth gently scrape against it. His hand snakes up your body, fingers spread out against your skin as if he was afraid to leave any part of you untouched. Steven cups your other breast, squeezing it, his fingers play with the sensitive nub. You mewl at the touch, the feel of his skin torching your body as if you were laying on top of the desert's sand. A groan ripples out of Steven’s throat, flicking his tongue against your abused nip. You moan out his name, your nails scraping the back of his head and pulling at his dark hair.
He grinds his hips, dragging his clothed erection against the wetness of your lingerie. An unsolicited moan escapes you, his cock twitching as a response.
Steven drags his tongue down your body, dipping into every curve that you’re offering him. You know what he’s planning to do. And even though you would never say no to Steven eating you out like a man starving, tonight you just want it to be about him and nothing else.
Humming, you tug on his hair and Steven promptly looks up. His gaze is a mixture between worry, self-doubt and ideniable lust. You smile at him, hoping the expression is enough to dismiss his worries.
“I want to be the one taking care of you,” you say and he decorates your stomach with open mouthed kisses. “Lay back down,”
He looks back at you with his brows furrowed, he looks almost offended– No, ashamed. Steven thinks that he’s let you down, disappointed you in some way but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“Please?”
The way you flutter your lashes at him convinces him to do as he’s told. With a sigh falling from his lips, he turns, the chain rattling as he moves. Eagerly, you climb on top of him, steading yourself by placing your hands on his chest, his heart beating rapidly under your fingertips. Steven’s breath stutters and a smile spreads across your face. Leaning down, you slowly roll your hips as you close the distance between the two of you. Your heartbeats intertwine, forming a rhythm that you can listen to forever. Steven grabs your hips, squeezing your flesh as you continue to grind against him.
“Steven…” you moan.
“That’s it love,” he groans, lips brushing against yours. “Use me for your own pleasure, yeah?”
The neediness in his voice is enough to make you go feral. You kiss him, long and rough. Teeth clashing against one another, as you take in deep breaths of his scent. It’s intoxicating, mind numbing. Your hands slide to his face, feeling his cheekbones as you push your tongue between his already parted lips. Steven groans into your mouth, his tongue quickly surrendering as you explore his mouth. You take this opportunity to press your tongue against his, he tastes indescribable and you just want more and more. The tick outline of his cock rubs between your clothed cunt, leaving your thighs shaking and burning.
You bite his bottom lip as you pull away, his eyelids flutter, a hiss leaving his swollen lips. After you let go, you lean in once more and flick your tongue against the abused flesh, a groan trembles deep within him. Not wanting to wait anymore, you straighten up and slide your underwear to the side. Swiftly lowering Steven’s boxer’s, a shiver overtakes your body when you lock your eyes with him. His eyes are as dark as the night. Your fingers curl at the base of his cock as you align yourself with the tip. Before you lower yourself you give him a questioning look. His hands claw the sheets, his jaw strained as he answers your gaze.
“Is this okay?” you inquire.
He breathes out.
“Yes, god, yes–”
The feeling of it never changes.
Steven’s cock stretches you to the point you’re feeling a mixture between pleasure and pain, no matter how wet you are that is something that never changes. You carefully sink onto his cock, you have no other choice other than to go slow. Despite your hunger for one another, you cherish the journey of feeling every inch and curve of his length. He feels impeccable. Without even noticing, you close your eyes, head thrown back as you completely lose yourself in the bliss. The sensation of the cold is completely forgotten as every end of your nerve burns with your lust for him. You can feel Steven’s nails digging into your skin, trying very hard to control himself. His eyes are also shut closed, nostrils flaring with every inch he buries into you.
“Does it feel good?” you purr, wincing when his hips slightly thrust up.
Steven only nods, eyes still closed and mouth agape. He’s feeling just as much as you, losing himself in the feeling, all of his worries now pushed to the very back of his mind.
When you’re completely seated, you let out a forced breath. You can feel the constant throbbing of his cock, patiently waiting for you to finally move. The way his cock sits inside is enough to get your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. You want to tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him how much of a fool in love you are for him– But only rapid moans of his name parts from your lips.
What you can’t tell with words, you attempt to convey with action.
You set a slow pace for yourself, gently riding his cock as you let go of yourself. Grinding your hips, you lean forward, your face only an inch away from his while you ride him. Steven stares at you between hooded eyes, lips swollen and parted as your breaths mingle within the air between the two of you. Tears prick the corner of your eyes and you smile, with the roll of your hips you press your damp forehead against his.
“Steven,” you rasped. “I love you so fucking much–”
After all this time Steven is still shocked to hear those three little words. You’ve said it a million times before, and you’ll probably say it a million times after. In all reality it hurts to see him so surprised by your affections, your confessions but this wasn’t the time to voice your concerns. Instead you let him close the distance, the kiss is messy, slow– His lips sloppily sliding against yours as he slides his tongue, tasting everything you have to offer. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, wet trails reaching your chin and disappearing. Groaning into his mouth, your hips move faster, desperately as your thighs quiver everytime you lift yourself up. Steven’s hand trails down from your hips to your ass, he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Your breath hitches.
“Just, just wait,” he rasps. You halt your movements, licking your lips as you gaze into his eyes. “Let me…let me just– For a second,”
You have no idea what he’s going on about but you act as if you understand. Steven’s mouth moves against the underside of your jaw, whispering sweet nothing and praises into your skin as his hips suddenly snaps up into yours. You scream out. The erratic flutter of your heart ringing in your ears as Steven begins to pound into you like a mad man. It burns, tears rolling down your cheeks as you press your face into his chest. His one hand slides up your nape, squeezing it as the fingers of his other hand painfully digs into the flesh of your backside. He soothes you, yet the way he slams his cock hard and deep makes you think he wants to kill you. The sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off of the walls is accompanied by your loud, wanton moans. You feel his lips against the top of your head and your cunt flutters around his cock, every gush of slick dripping down from his length and staining the white sheets. You cry out. He feels so good, too good and with every thrust he knocks the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.
“I love you too,” he mutters, his hips stuttering. “Come for me– Please,”
His words are enough to send you over the edge.
Your orgasm hits you like a truck– Violent and hard. A string of moans and heartfelt confessions falling from your parted lips, your body quivering as Steven continues to rock his hips into your oversensitive pussy. His movements now even more desperate and fast, he has you completely sobbing against his chest, begging him to cum inside, begging him to fill you up. He’s eager to please, muttering affirmatives as a response to everything you ask for–
His hips stutter and you feel it, the warmth steadily filling you up as he groans with his arms wrapped around your frame. You bite back a whimper, cunt throbbing and twitching while he squeezes around you. Flattening your tongue against his chest, you leave wet, sloppy kisses all over his burning skin.
Cum spills out around the sides of his length as he pulls out, the sudden emptiness leaving you cold and needy for Steven’s affection. Your head never leaves his chest as he sneaks around your chin and lifts your gaze up. His fingers shake as he tugs you close and plants a soft kiss on your wet lips. When he pulls back he doesn’t let go, longingly staring into your eyes as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Thank you,” he mumbles. “Truly– I-I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Masking your love-struck smile, you nuzzle his chest.
“I don’t know what I would do without you either.”
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erosso · 2 years
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alarm clock — f.c
contents: fluff, Frank x fem!reader, husband!frank, wife!reader, early morning snuggling, bit of sensual touches?
word count: 689
[ in which you and Frank cuddle in bed before the alarm clock goes off. ]
𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 || 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 || 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙
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Letting out a small groan, you realized you had woken up just before your alarm clock went off. The soft orange glow of the sun seeps through your translucent curtains, a ray catching your eye and dancing its way to the side of your face as you begin to shift in your spot.
The hand that was lying lazily on your hip, begins to firm its grip, making you break a slight smile.
“Sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you turn to him. His cheek is kissing the pillow. His eyes are still shut, a small pout forming on his lips due to the raised edge of the pillow. You bend one arm up to lean the side of your face on, your other hand grazing its fingertips just enough to feel the texture of his warm skin. You see him give a sly smirk, “What?” You laugh quietly at his reaction.
“Nothin’,” his eyes flutter open, taking his hand off your hip, bringing the back of it to your cheek. You lean into it and close your eyes for a moment.
He loved the way your body melted within his touch. They way you’d stutter when he would look into your eyes, he loved it. He loved you. He couldn’t get enough of you. His fingers were always so eager to press the meat of your thigh through sleepless nights. Frank would do anything for you, and you- for him.
The tip of his nose was nearing the crook of your neck, slightly feathering your skin. You give a smile, trying not to push out a small laugh, but he notices, “What… hm?” He chuckles at your reaction. He knows you're sensitive in the area, he gets closer, tickling your skin with the tips of his teeth.
“Frank-” you smile, trying to push him away, but your hand slips to the base of his bare peck. Your cheeks start to get warm. You’ve seen him like this a million times, but he knows how much you get flustered by just the mere thought of his chest.
He stops in his tracks, looking back at you with a devilish look, “Gettin’ so worked up… this early in mornin’?”
He looks down at your hand still on his chest. Grabbing the finger where your promises to each other laid, his mouth softly grips at the base of your finger. His deep eyes shoot up at you, looking carefully at your movements. Your breath hitches at the sensation of the wetness that engulfs the base of the skin. He finally, yet slowly, releases your flesh from his sinful lips.
Gently laying your hand down, he brings his thumb and pointer finger to his mouth, pulling out the silver band from his teasing smirk, “This here,” he twists the slightly wet metal between his fingertips, “this means you're mine. Ain’t that right, love?”
You lock eyes on him, and God, he’s perfect. The shivers he sends down your spine make this even more real. You can feel yourself start to get excited. It’s still only morning and yet here you are trying to stay calm and unbothered by his actions. But the way his eyes turn a hazel from the rays sneaking in, it makes you slightly grip the sheets.
“Frank,” you begin, eyeing the ring in hand, “you’re mine, let’s get that straight.”
He gives a chuckle, slipping the ring back on your finger, “Yeah, ya right ‘bout that.”
He reaches for your pink tinted cheek, but slips down to grasp the base of your jaw, he tilts it up, ever so softly tracing his thumb over your bottom lip, “Ya know,” he starts off, getting closer to your lips, he sneaks glances at you as he nearing, “you’re so goddamn beautiful.” You smile, finally tasting the warmth of his fiery lips.
“You sure about that Frankie?” You question, raising a playful brow. He’s about to answer, but the alarm clock finally blares. You grin, “you can finish your thought tonight, hm?” You whisper close to his lips.
He’s mischievous about your request, and he loves we’re it’s going, “Attagirl.”
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buckysho · 1 year
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Is She-Hulk worth the watch yes or no be honest no take backsies
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Inked Desires
Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem! Reader
Tags Minors DNI: smut, Natasha has a dick, also covered in tattoos w/ piercings, buff out of this world, she's hot okay, cunnilingus, handjobish, unprotected sex, breeding yup, alcohol at the beginning
A/N: I'm cheating and putting these two requests together, oops! This is my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. Also, would really love some feedback on this so I know for the future to either write more like this or just tell me to stop now. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for the requests!! 🩵
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"Here, take this!" Your friend says over the loud music, handing you another cup half filled with a mixture of liquor.
You don't question her and take the cup from her, drinking it down in only two gulps. Kate laughs and cheers as you do, doing the same with the cup she held.
By now, you were a few drinks in, and the house Kate had dragged you to was full of people. This definitely wasn't your type of scene, but as you danced among the bodies in the lowlit living room, you couldn't help but feel grateful she had.
As your hips move against your friend, she leans over to your ear. "She's staring at you again," Kate laughs, and your eyes move to the corner of the room.
There was the stranger of the night, a tall woman who stood out, whose green eyes had been watching your every move since you walked in the door. Her muscular arms were covered with art of all kinds, disappearing up into the sleeves of her shirt. She brought her red cup to her lips again, her face mostly hidden from the light.
Instead of replying, you only continue to dance, this time keeping eye contact with your stranger. The woman watches as your hips sway, your hands traveling your own body as you move to the music. It doesn't take long after that before she's finally striding across the room, standing a head taller than most of the crowd.
When she reaches you, you can finally see the rest of her gorgeous face. Above her sprightly green eyes, you noticed a piercing on her eyebrow, a few on her nose, and one on the bottom lip of the smirk she gave you. As she stands in front of you, you literally have to look up at her, and you realize she was much more toned up close.
"I'm just gonna grab another drink!" Kate raises her voice above the music for the two of you to hear.
"I'll catch up with you later!" You shout back to which she only laughs and shoots you a "Yeah, right," before walking off.
You turn your attention back to the stranger.
"I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" She asks. Her eyes shamelessly roam the soft features of your face and the curves of your body.
"Y/N... this is my first time here. What's yours?" You ask with a blush on your cheeks. She tucks back her red hair behind one of her ears, revealing to you even more piercings.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or the feeling the stranger ignited in your chest, but you feel compelled to step forward and rest your hand on her muscular bicep. Your finger traces the tattoos that littered the skin there.
"Natasha," she says with a smile. "Wanna go upstairs?" A cock of her eyebrow with the piercing sticking out is enough to get you wet.
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As soon as the door closes, the two of you are on each other, kissing feverishly. Her hands are under your shirt, touching your skin as she lifts you against the door. Your legs wrap around her hips, and you smile against her lips at how easily she lifted you. She was strong. You could feel her muscles under her tight shirt, squeezing you impossibly close.
But when her tongue slips past your lips, you gasp and pull away, a string of saliva pulling between your mouths.
"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" She asks with a concerned expression. You look at her with wide eyes.
"No - no, I'm fine, it's just. Is your tongue...?" You didn't know how to ask. She chuckles and ducks her head before looking back at you. Natasha lets her tongue slide across her top lip, and it's then your suspicions are confirmed.
"Split, and yes... it will feel better," Natasha says in a cocky tone, her lips attaching to your neck as she carries you to the bed. You feel your back hit the soft mattress, and she lets go of you to remove your shirt.
"I want to see them all," you breathe out and run your finger over the skin on her arm. She smiles and pulls back, taking off her shirt to reveal she was completely covered. "They're beautiful..." You let your eyes take in the sight of the art, your hands tracing the dark lines and over the grooves of her abs. Natasha is a God.
As she continues to undress you, she kisses as much skin as she can, her lips soft and wet with every touch. When she gets to your breasts, you feel her tongue spread, taking your nipple between the two halves and sucking it.
"Oh- oh fuck," you moan out, suprised at the unfamiliar feeling and how good it felt. Natasha hums and lays you back, kissing down your stomach. When she spreads your legs she looks at you with hungry eyes, seeing how wet you already were.
"All this for me, baby?" She asks, letting a finger move up and down your wet folds. Your body shivers with anticipation. The way she looked at you, the way she looked, you were willing to let this stranger do absolutely anything to you.
"All for you.." You husk back, watching her split tongue wet her lips again.
Natasha kneels down at the edge of the bed and puts your legs over her shoulders, her hands grip your thighs tightly.
"How fucking lucky am I then?" She smirks up at you before placing soft, teasing kisses on your thighs.
You feel her mouth attach to your clit, and the heat in your stomach burns hotter. She licks up your slit, groaning as she tastes you.
"Fuck you taste so good," Natasha moans and let's her tongue lick up to your clit. She let's the two halves spread and rub against you. The new feeling makes you arch your back, your head thrown against the comforter.
"G-God Nat, that feels so good!" You moan and try to squeeze your thighs, but her grip kept your legs spread as she continued to eat you out. The sounds of her mouth against your wet pussy were the most sinful sounds you had ever heard, and the moans leaving your mouth were sounds nobody had ever elicited from you before.
She groans against you, the vibrations causing even more pleasure. "That's it baby," she says in between licks, "Want you to cum all over my face." Natashas tongue moves in two different ways, the coil in your lower stomach twisting up.
Your hands grip the comforter as she moves quicker, and the coil begins to unravel as you come undone
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your back arches again and your legs tremble around her head as you let out a pornographic moan. Natasha hums agaisnt you as you come, her hands not flinching to hold your thighs apart.
She licks every drop, her tongue swirling around your sensative clit one more time before she lets go and stands up. "Come here," Natasha commands, and with a dizzy mind you sit up, trying to catch your breath. She bends down to take your jaw, kissing you rough and sloppily. You forces you to taste yourself, and her tongue pushes in your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue.
You can smell your own arousal on her face, feeling it wet your nose and lips. You blush, almost embarrassed with how wet this stranger made you.
"Now lets see how well you can ride my cock," Natasha chuckles and pulls back to remove her remaining clothes. Your eyes are settled on her breasts, unable to remove them from the piercings on her nipples. When you can pull yourself away from the sight of the silver metal against pink, you look down to see her remove her underwear. She was hard, painfully hard just from eating you out.
She tosses the boxers in the corner where other random clothes lay, and you gave her a curious look. "It's my room, don't worry. Didn't even know you were in my house, did you, love?" Natasha strides back to the bed and sits with her back against the headboard, pulling you closer to her.
"No, I didn't. I'm sorry... my friend kind of dragged me out tonight," you say with red cheeks, and she kisses you desperately.
"Thank God she did," Nat mumbles against your lips. She lets out a groan as your hand reaches between the two of you to lightly grip her cock, and you could feel how she was already throbbing for you. You begin to move your hand up and down slowly as the kiss turns sloppy, her tongue sliding yours between hers. Natasha revels in the feeling of her in your soft hand, your delicate fingers moving along the veins of erection.
"Shit - that feels so good," she moans into the kiss as your hand movements speed up. Your thumb swipes across the tip, precum dripping out already. You smile at the low moan that leaves her lips and continue to jerk her as you kiss. "I need you, please. Fuck I need to be inside you," she begs, and the sound of her begging was something you wanted to hear again. You take her lower lip between your teeth, sucking on the piercing before letting go with a 'pop'.
"I wanna ride you so bad, Nat.. I'm so wet for you," you whisper and let your kisses trail down to her sharp jaw. You feel her cock twitch in your hand as you speak and she grabs your wrist to stop your hand movements, panting as she does.
Natasha turns you around quickly, groaning at the sight of your ass as you straddle her lap and let her hands guide you onto her thick cock. You slide down slowly, letting out a moan when you feel her filling you up.
"Just relax baby, you're so fucking tight," she mumbles as she watches herself slowly disappear inside of you. She let's out a low moan as she feels your hot cunt swallow her, the back of head hitting the headboard when she feels your walls squeezing her. The feeling alone was enough for her mind to sever ties with reality, the only thought was you.
The sensation has that coil tightening inside of you again. You rest your hands on her toned thighs for support, relishing in the way her muscles flexed underneath your fingertips.
Natashas' hands continue to guide you, and after you had adjusted to her large size, you begin to grind yourself down on her lap.
"Just like that baby, fuck... feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You were just made to take me," she groans, her words only driving you to move your hips faster.
Her large hands move to your sides and up your body, groping your skin as she starts to move her hips up to meet yours. The two of you find a rythem together, and soon you find yourself willingly bouncing on her cock. Her hands moved to gather your hair, wrapping it into a fist in her right hand. She tugs on it and pulls your head back, a loud moan leaves your lips at the feeling.
"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" She smirks, tugging your hair again.
"Yes - god, yes, Nat!" You whine as her lips find your neck. She bites down hard on your pulse point, surely leaving a mark, and leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin.
"I know you do, you little slut. Fucking dripping on my cock. You feel how easy I slide in and out of you?" She says and with her left hand she grabs your jaw. "Answer me."
"I'm so wet, you make me so wet," you whine again, feeling her fingers move between your teeth. You suck hard as you look in her eyes, your tongue swirling around spit dripping down your chin. When you bite down, it surprises her, but she only chuckles darkly.
In a second, Natasha had let go of your hair and pushed you down face first onto the mattress. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, but soon after, she's lifting your hips and sliding into you again. Both of you moan at the feeling of how deep she goes.
"Christ, it doesn't matter how long I fuck you. You're just - so - fucking tight," she grunts in between words, her cock drilling you into oblivion. With every thrust you can hear the bedframe hitting the wall, and you can't help the pitiful noises that leave your mouth.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum," You rasp out. A sharp slap on your ass makes you whimper as you feel it begin to sting.
"No, shit, hold it in," Natasha warns. You feel the pressure of her body move on top of you. The piercings on her breasts rub against your back with each powerful thrust, and her arm moves underneath your neck to hold you tightly.
Natasha grunts in your ear as she pounds into you, letting out a moan when she feels your slick cunt tighten around her length. "I'm almost there, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?"
You nod the best you can in her tight grip, only able to get out a "Yes," in between gasps.
"You feel so good, Y/N. You want me to cum inside you? Fuck- I wanna fill up your tight little pussy so bad..." She groans against you and her words send you over the edge.
"Oh god, Nat! Please fill me up, please," you beg her, and just the thought of it is enough to let go. Your orgasm ripples through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core.
Natasha moans loudly as she feels you coating her cock with your cum, and she can no longer hold back. "Fuck- Y/N!" She groans and you whine as you feel her hot load spurting inside of you, her cock twitching as she slows her movements. "Take every.. last.. drop.." She pants as she thrusts a few more times.
The two of you stay like that for a while, her cock inside you as she stills above you. Your head rests against her arm as you attempt to catch your breath. When she removes herself slowly, and you wince at the soreness and empty feeling. Natasha lays next to you and you turn on your side to face her.
"Hi," she chuckles at the exhausted features on your face.
"You just fucked the life out of me and you're going to say... 'hi' ?" You laugh, suprised to see a blush on the strong womans cheeks as she laughs along with you. Your hand reaches out, resting on her stomach and tracing the lines of her tattoos again.
After the two of you clean yourselves up, you begin to dress yourself, feeling her eyes on you as you pull your shirt over your head.
"You don't have to go, you know. I'm not like that," she says gently, and you look up to see her pulling on a pair of jeans. You smile at her kind demeanor and walk over to her.
"I have to take my friend home," you say and lean up on your toes to kiss her cheek. She has to bend down for you to reach her lips, but she doesn't complain.
"Well, maybe I can take you out sometime," Natasha smirks and rests her hands on your waist. You nod as you look up to her.
"I would love that.." You reply honestly, wanting nothing more than to get to know her and count the endless tattoos that cover her body.
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ro-is-struggling · 3 months
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Self care || Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Summary: Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.
Warnings: established relationship, brief mention to Bucky’s past trauma, a fuck ton of fluff, my little knowledge of skin care lol
English is not my first language
Word count: 2200
Notes: this was inspired by a dream I had. I thought it was cute and I couldn't get it out of my head, so I wrote this little thing. If it doesn’t make sense, blame my dumb dreams lol
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It was one of the first times you slept over at Bucky's place that you discovered he didn't have a skin care routine. He would look at you cleansing your face from the bathroom door, watching you apply creams and serums with a mixture of admiration and confusion in his expression. And every time you picked up a new product, he would ask you what it was and what did it do. 
It didn't really surprise you, most of the men you had dated tended to use a small number of personal hygiene products and usually the facial skin was only treated with soap and water. And if that was men your age, it was to be expected that Bucky and his over one hundred years of age were not aware of the benefits of skin care.You found his reactions kind of adorable. It wasn't every day that you caught Bucky acting with the naïve curiosity of a child, and you couldn't help but laugh as you answered his endless questions.
"Please tell me you at least wear sunscreen." You said and Bucky remained silent. "Oh my God, Bucky!" you complained, explaining to him how dangerous the sun was for his skin.
"After all I've been through, I don't think a little sun is going to kill me, doll." He laughed, coming up to you to hug you from behind. You wrapped your arms around his, smiling at him in the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 
The bastard knew how cute he was —looking at you through the mirror with blue eyes full of love—, and he was using it to his advantage to keep you from scolding him. He was probably right, the super soldier serum surely protected him from skin cancer in the same way it protected him from hits and falls that would be fatal to the rest of humanity. But still, it wouldn't hurt him to take care of himself a little every now and then.
"You smell nice." Bucky praised you, inhaling the subtle floral scent the creams had left on your skin. He gave you a kiss on the cheek, his stubble tickling your sensitive face. You laughed and he knew he had won.
"Don't think you're getting out of this so easily." you warned, tilting your head to the side so you could kiss him. "Flattery will get you nowhere!"
From that day on you decided that you would put together a skincare routine for Bucky. Super Soldier serum or not, everyone's skin needed a little help from time to time. And besides, you believed it was something that could benefit Bucky in more ways than just one. It would teach him to take better care of himself and to value the precious 'me time'. And god knew he needed that. So you made a mental note to buy a couple of products for him the next time you went to restock some of your kit and stopped thinking about it for a while.
That was until one day Bucky came home tired from a mission. You didn't quite know what he had to do and he didn't want to tell you much about it either when you asked him. Not knowing tore you apart, but you respected his wishes and didn't press the issue, deciding to help him in a way that wasn't invasive. You started with running him a bath, filling the tub with warm water and using some of your bath salts and lotions to create a more relaxing environment. You insisted on taking care of him, although Bucky didn't put up much resistance, surrendering to the soothing power of your caresses on his hair. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, coating it with shampoo to remove all the dirt before rinsing it and repeating the process with conditioner.
He still found such intimacy a bit strange. Even though he enjoyed it, he still wasn't completely used to being cared for with the affection you showed him. It had been so long since anyone had treated him with such love and care that he could hardly remember it. But he felt safe in your hands, happy to have you in his life. A light of hope at the end of the dark tunnel of agony that had been his life. That was what you were to him. His second chance to live, to love. So he relaxed under your touch and let your gentle caresses take all the tiredness and worries out of his system.
But your pampering didn't end when Bucky got out of the tub. After he changed into his pajamas and laid down on his side of the bed, you emerged from the bathroom with a small white bag in your hands. You rested it on the nightstand and began pulling out various products he recognized from your skin care routine, arranging them in a nice neat line. 
"Doll... what are you doing?" Bucky asked, looking at the pink cat-ear headband you held in your hands. It was the one you always wore when you did your makeup or skin care routine, a tool you used to keep your hair out of your face while you worked. He always thought you looked adorable when you used it, but he didn't understand why you were directing it at him this time.
"Taking care of you." You replied as if it were obvious, "I want to show you the benefits of having a good skin care routine." Bucky hesitated for a moment, but eventually gave in to your soft smile and the sparkle of enthusiasm in your eyes. There was nothing he could say no to if you looked at him that way.
He gave you a slight nod and you took that as a signal to continue. You climbed onto the bed, settling onto his lap with one leg on either side of him, so you could face him and work more comfortably. Bucky put his hands on your hips instinctively, the cold metal of his fingers giving you goose bumps at the unexpected touch. But you didn't move them, you liked his hands there.
"First we have to make sure your hair is out of the way." You announced as you placed the headband on his head, making sure no hair was out of place or near his face. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as you admired Bucky wearing the accessory. The pink, furry cat ears looked so out of place it was ridiculous. The clear feminine energy of the headband clashed against the distinctive masculine look on his expression in a fun and charming way. It made him look adorable if you were honest, especially when he smiled at you. He could definitely pull it off.
"How do I look?" Bucky asked, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. 
"Adorable." You replied between giggles, before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
When you broke apart, you began your skin care routine, taking a piece of cotton and your favorite micellar water to cleanse Bucky's skin. He looked at you closely, taking advantage of the position you were in to admire your beauty up close while you concentrated on soaking the cotton ball in the liquid. You were the most beautiful woman in the world, he was sure, and not only that, you were kind and loving too. A wonderful person all around and he still didn't understand how he had managed to get you by his side, but he was happy about it.
"Why do you have to clean my face? I just showered." Bucky mumbled with his eyes closed, feeling your delicate fingers on his chin as you ran wet cotton across his face.
You let out a giggle. "Water is not enough! And regular soap is too harsh on the skin of our face, so you need to use a cleanser or cream that is meant for the face."
"I never heard about that." Bucky frowned, tilting his head slightly to the side in confusion.
"Because you're a guy and guys are used to using one product for everything hygiene related."
“That’s not true!” he tried to defend himself, although he didn't sound very convinced.
You decided to skip a few steps in the routine to keep things simple. The idea was not only to pamper Bucky and help him relax, but also show him that maintaining a skin care routine didn't have to be complicated and could bring him many benefits. So you went straight to the eye cream, taking some with your ring finger and carefully applying it to the bags under his eyes.
"Stay still! You're gonna make me poke your eye if you move like that!"
"It already feels like you're poking my eye!"
"Don't be so dramatic!" You laughed, men really were cry babies. "Just close your eyes and trust me." Bucky grumbled, pouting. You planted a quick kiss on his lips, and that seemed to please him because he kept his eyes closed and stopped moving. Carefully, you spread the eye cream over his dark circles, giving his skin time to absorb the product before proceeding with the last step.
"What is that?" Bucky asked you curiously as you reached for the last tub in the line of products. 
"It's a night cream. You're supposed to use it at night after you wash your face to keep your skin moisturized."
"Isn't that what the other cream did?"
"No, silly! That was just for your under eye area, this helps hydrate the rest of your face. We need to give back all the good things we got rid off when we cleaned your skin of all the dirt and oils clogging your pores."
Bucky made an annoyed face, muttering about how complicated it all sounded. But the truth was, he was enjoying the extra attention you were giving him. He had you all to himself, the warmth of your body enveloping him in a comforting embrace as your fingers gently massaged his face. He couldn't think of a better definition of paradise than that. Just the two of you sharing an intimate moment, far from the horrors of the outside world. He could commit to a skin care routine if it involved at least a third of the pampering you were giving him at that moment.
"You don't need to use much," you continued your explanation, dipping one of your fingertips into the cream before bringing it up to Bucky's face. "Just a little bit here, here, here... and here." You painted a couple of white dots on his cheeks, forehead and chin, kissing the tip of his nose before applying a bit of cream to the area. It was such a cute and intimate act he almost blushed.
The first thing Bucky noticed about the cream was the scent. It had a light rose fragrance that was familiar to him, comforting even. It traveled up his nostrils as you massaged the cream into his face, sparking a warm and fuzzy feeling inside him. It took him a few seconds to understand that it was because that was the same rose scent he recognized on your skin whenever he kissed you, that sweet floral scent he had learned to recognize as home. He finally knew he had your choice in moisturizer to thank for it. 
"You're using your cream on me?"
"Yes, it's the only one I had. The perfume doesn't last long, don't worry. I'll buy you an unscented one tomorrow."
"No, don't! I like this one, it smells like you... it's like having a little piece of you with me all the time."
You didn't expect him to say that, so you weren't prepared for the tingling warmth of love that coursed through your body. The idea that he wanted to keep you close at all times, that he recognized your scent and found comfort and safety in it, made your heart melt with love. Bucky was normally a man of few words, and tended to show his feelings with other things rather than words. Acts of service were his most common way of showing how much he loved you, although he also resorted to spending quality time together whenever you had free time. But every once in a while, he would manage to drop a sentence like that, which in concise words made it clear how much he loved you. Always taking you by surprise, he would drop them at the most casual moments, leaving you completely stupid for a few seconds as you processed his words and wondered what you had done to deserve having someone so wonderful in your life. 
Bucky gave you a shy smile, cheeks turning pink under your gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He looked so adorable that you couldn't help but join your lips with his in a slow, loving kiss. He reciprocated immediately, one of his hands leaving your waist to cradle your cheek, pressing you tighter against him and deepening the kiss. 
"I love you," you muttered against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as you gazed into his deep blue eyes.
Bucky smiled, feeling the last bit of stress evaporate from his system thanks to you and your sweetness.  "I love you too."
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antiquarianfics · 7 months
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You Have a Girlfriend?
So you get a little confused when you’re drunk? So what?
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a/n: I saw a goofy little twitter post about this somewhere and ran with it. I’m goofy when I’m drunk, so, honestly? A very plausible scenario.
warnings: Mild language, alcohol consumption.
note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.
You do not have permission to copy, repost, or translate my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and/or reblog.
You’re sitting next to Bucky and across from Sam, and you are a little very drunk. The three of you chose to have a drink and talk after a long day of working on the Wilsons’ boat. The issue, however, is that Sam challenged Bucky and yourself to a drinking game, and you were desperately losing.
One thing about you is that when you’re drunk: you feel the need to tell everyone how much you love them. Another thing about you when you’re drunk: your memory sucks.
“Sam,” you whisper yell across the bow of the boat. “Sam. Sam. Sam.”
Sam raises an eyebrow at you when he turns his attention to you.
“I have a secret to tell you! No, two secrets!” You hold out two fingers in front of you.
Sam smirks. “What’s that?”
“One,” you hold up one finger, “I love you; you’re a good friend. Two,” you hold up a second finger, “your friend who’s sitting by me is really, really hot.”
Sam lets out a loud laugh, and you grin at his reaction.
“I love you, too, kid.”
Bucky is smiling fondly at you, watching you with love and adoration. He’s glad he can’t get drunk simply for the ability to take care of you while you let loose.
“I’m really, really hot, huh?” Bucky teases, and he laughs when you nearly get whiplash from turning to look at him.
Your eyes are wide as you stare at him. In your drunken state, you clearly didn’t expect him to hear your admission to Sam. You relax after a second, though, and smile at him.
“Yeah, you are. Y’know, I was wonderin’…” you trail off, getting distracted as you stare into his bright blue eyes. You let out a content sigh as you observe him.
“What were ya wonderin’, Doll?” He lets his hand rest on your thigh, rubbing his hand up and down comfortingly.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Your question is dead serious. There’s no hesitancy or joke in your voice, and Bucky finds it completely endearing. He chuckles as he stares at you, and you can faintly hear Sam lose his shit. You don’t pull your attention away from Bucky at all, though.
“I do,” Bucky informs you, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at your reaction.
Your eyes go wide, tears prickle at the corner of them. You swallow and wipe them away before doing your best to come up with a steady voice.
“Is it serious?” You question him.
“Very,” he smiles. “‘m gonna ask her to marry me.”
Generally speaking, Bucky wouldn’t have told you his plans, but he is fairly certain you’re not going to remember this conversation in the morning. And, if you do, he isn’t too concerned because he is so very serious.
You make no effort to hide your disappointment, and you let your tears fall freely this time.
“Oh, okay. She’s so lucky. Does she make you happy?”
“Happier than I’ve ever been.”
“Oh. That’s good.”
You’re obviously upset, and you’re obviously unaware Bucky is talking about you. Sam is trying not to laugh, but his wide grin betrays him. Bucky, however, finds himself more concerned than entertained when you start to actually cry.
“Doll, what’s wrong?” He wipes a tear away with his thumb, softly holding your face.
“No!” You push his hand away, eyes going wide. “You have a girlfriend! She wouldn’t want you touchin’ me!”
He laughs then. He can’t help it. After all, his girlfriend would very much want him to touch you. You always have your hand interlaced with his, or your body snugly tucked into his side, or your hand in his hair, or… The list goes on.
“Hey, don’t laugh.” You frown.
“Sorry, sorry. ‘s just that my girlfriend loves when I touch you.”
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.
“Why would she like for you to touch other women?”
Sam bursts into another round of laughter. He is struggling to breathe as he wordlessly points at the two of you, ignoring Bucky’s glare.
“Oh, Doll, she doesn’t. She hates it, really, and I never pay another dame a lick of attention. She’s the only one I’ve got eyes for.” He kisses your forehead, a form of punctuation to his assurance.
Your critical thinking skills, however, are formally shot.
“You’re lying! You’re paying me attention! And I’m not your girlfriend! What’s your girlfriend’s name? I’ve got to tell her you’re cheating. Girl code.”
Sam loses it again.
“Your girlfriend! You: cheating! Shit!” Sam barely manages to get a thought out. Bucky grins at his friend. He can’t deny that he is just as entertained by your antics.
He pulls out his phone, opening his contacts up to the one labeled “Dollface,” and hands it to you.
“Here,” he says, “call her.”
You nod and take his phone, hitting the call button and holding his cellphone to your ear.
A ringtone fills the night air and you frown when you feel a vibration in your back pocket. Clumsily, you pull your own cellphone out of your pocket and look down at the screen.
“JBB <3 is calling…” appears on your screen along with a candid photo of Bucky laughing.
You stare at it, and Sam and Bucky stare at you. You don’t do anything—don’t say anything, don’t move—until the call goes to voicemail. Finally you look up at Bucky.
“Why’d it call me?”
“Y/N, you’re my girlfriend,” Bucky finally says.
Your face breaks into a wide grin.
“No shit!”
“I wasn’t that drunk!” You insist the following morning.
Sam and Bucky exchange a look before laughing.
“Kid,” Sam says once he’s calmed down enough. “You asked Tin-man if he had a girlfriend and cried when he said yes.”
Your eyes go wide as you turn to Bucky for confirmation.
“You did, Doll,” he says, smiling.
You stare for a moment before shrugging and turning back to your coffee in front of you.
“Y’know what? That’s a totally reasonable reaction,” you say, leaning back into Bucky as he situates himself behind you and plants a loving kiss in your hair.
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lokisgoodgirl · 11 months
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The Urge [Loki x Fem. Reader]
A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Breeding kink. Smut. Language. Dirty talk. (w/ 1.8k)
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"I can smell you." You stopped rinsing dishes, wiping your palms on your leggings before turning off the tap. He’s home early, you thought with mild interest. “What?! Two seconds...” you called. The sound of Loki dropping his keys into the dish by the door rattled. Metal on porcelain. You turned towards the noise, jumping as your husband’s broad shoulders suddenly filled the open kitchen doorway. “I said... I can smell you.” he repeated darkly, leaning against the frame.
Loki’s pupils were dilated, only a sliver of electric blue visible at the furthest rims. You ran your hands up the sharp angle of his jawline, trying to coax a smile. “Well I haven’t showered since last night but I didn’t think it was that -oh!” Loki stooped, hoisting your ass-cheeks with his huge palms. Your legs instinctively cinched around his hips, clinging on. It was a long drop to the floor. “I mean what’s between your thighs, wife.” he hummed menacingly. “You’re ripe.” Heat flushed your cheeks, a thrill thundering to the lowest centre of your sex. It was happening. “Are you sure you’re ready for the weight of my full load?” he snarled against the shell of your ear, the meaning in his words abundantly clear. You shivered. Loki had lifted the enchantment impeding his ability to impregnate you, and it had...side effects. “It will be four times what I usually spend inside that tight little slit of yours. I hope you can take it.” he murmured under his breath as he paced in long strides to the bedroom. He lowered you to the bed. You scrambled back on the mattress, running your eyes hungrily up his triangular torso. “And I hope you can keep it.” he spat, roughly yanking the knot in his tie. Loki had warned you that the tidal wave of god-level hormones would make him a little strange. A little less...sentimental. But even he wasn’t aware just how animalistic he would become in his mission to give you what you desired. What you both desired. He stripped the black suit jacket from his shoulders, unbuttoning the dark shirt slowly as he tilted his head. His gaze stalked over your body, breathless and flushed. He was hard already, his thick cock snaking down his thigh against the tight cotton. “How am I to make you fat with my offspring if you do not remove your clothes?” There was a venom in his voice that made you clench. “Oh, right- sorry.” you mumbled, tugging off your stained t-shirt. You lifted your hips, fumbling the waistband down. “Too long.” he scoffed impatiently, before leaning and grabbing the lowered nylon crotch. In one swift movement, the leggings ripped at the seams, half of the pair landing on the bed-knob. Your husband's stare smouldered with barbarism, his deep love hibernating as primal urges came to the fore. Loki ripped the belt from his hips, the coil of leather falling discarded with a loud crack to the floor.
You shuffled backwards on the martial bed as he unzipped his trousers, the perfect cock that had made love to you thousands of times looking different somehow. Harder? Bigger? you thought frantically, feeling your breath catch in your throat as his naked body descended. Loki’s hair fell wild around his collarbone, eyes narrowing as he tilted his chin to his chest. That smouldering gaze never left your own. “Don’t be afraid, darling." Loki nudged your knees apart gruffly. “You are worthy of breeding with a god, you should be grateful.” He wrapped his long fingers around your delicate wrists. “And I intend to thoroughly breed you tonight, pup. You can be sure of that.” You could feel the swollen tip of his manhood sliding against your entrance, the sticky mess of ovulation grasping against pre-cum gathered at the head. “Oh-my-g-god…” you gasped, unable to form proper words. You had never been more turned on in your life.
“That’s it. Praise me, little one.” Loki purred, before a long inhale made his eyes flutter closed in lust-drunk anticipation. “Such a well-bred cunt you have...” he hummed appreciatively, before licking a trail from your collarbone to your mouth. “Perfect for a god’s seed...” he rasped, releasing one wrist to palm the nearest breast upward. “... perfect for soaking in what I have to give.” he continued lazily. Loki nuzzled against your ear as his grip returned to the free wrist strewn above your head. “My prize breeding bitch.” You arched your back, feeling your pussy gape against the throbbing cock nestled tauntingly between your folds. Ready to burst. He released a ragged moan against your ear, pulsing between your open thighs. “I can’t keep myself out much longer, I can’t resist you like this – you have one final chance to stop before I fill you.” he panted quietly, a semblance of familiarity cracking through feral domination. You shook your head, murmurs of don’t stop passing your lips as a cruel smirk stretched his own. He snarled, mouth falling open as his wide tip squeezed past the tight opening. Loki swallowed, the veins in his neck straining. “Prepare for everyone in nine realms to know you have been fucked into this pathetic state.” he growled ceremonially. He bottomed out with a staggered groan as his grip on your wrists tightened. “And fucked by whom.” You squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips into the curves of his enormous muscular thighs. Waves of bliss soared as he grunted with every slow thrust, devastatingly measured. “Tell me I’m your slut, Loki-” you mewled, whining as he pressed the backs of your thighs mercilessly towards your ears. Loki's eyes fell to the sight of his glistening cock sinking into your swollen pussy, juices already leaking around the mess of twin flesh. He grit his teeth, curls swinging around his jaw as he watched himself disappear repeatedly into your ripe heat. “Remember who it is you have sheathed in your cunt, little one.” he grunted, balls slapping. “I only fuck my slut, I don’t breed her.” You whimpered, lost in a haze of unadulterated eroticism. It was filth. His voice. His hands. His cock. His words. “You’re so fucking t-tight.” he gasped, releasing a rasping moan that shook the Asgardian trinkets on the side-table. “I’m going to pound you so full of my...uhhh- sacred c-cum that you’ll be dripping from that pretty m-mouth.”
Your husband's voice vibrated around the apartment, the timbre so low you were sure it would sink through the floorboards. He was unhinged, the grip around your calves making halos of lightened skin appear beneath the dent of his fingertips. “Don’t-don’t stop...Loki” you gasped, frozen in place by his weight. The god snarled, his upper lip disappearing as his eyes flashed. “I said I would breed you, and I intend to.” he spat, suddenly pulling your wrists and flipping you to all fours. His slippery cock popped from your hole with a squelch as your palms hit the mattress. In a flash, long fingers grasped the nooks of your hips, sinking himself possessively back inside. The two of your groaned in unison as your ass hit the flat of his stomach.
“The way that ripe pussy is desperate to milk me, I won’t last…” he fawned, before placing a tight slap against your ass. “But then, pleasure is not the order of business. Not your pleasure, anyway..” The god muttered darkly under his breath, rhythmically pulling you tight against the base of his shaft before pushing you forwards. The fingers against your flesh would leave bruises. Animalistic grunts clouded the air like smoke as he railed into you like the beat of a drum. You could feel the veins in his cock swell. They pulsed, his body gearing to give you what you craved. Loki’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, erratic breaths scorching the air as he lost himself in the mission. Lost himself in the urge. Whines of his name leaked from your throat, your cheek lowering to the mattress- ass in the air like a bitch in heat. Loki’s hips juddered, the slap of his tight balls against your clit making you want to scream. And then you screamed. Loki chuckled, a choked laugh between stuttering, messy pumps. “That’s it. That’s.it - my breeding mare, taking the mount of your s-stallion as he fucks you full- f-f-fuck-” You and he moaned in unison, rising orgasm shuddering your bodies as Loki’s stomach folded against your back. You could feel the condensation of primal need on your neck from his breath, his cock tugging inside your needy pussy with shallow thrusts as he came undone. He needed this. He needed it just as much as you did. “Fill me p-prince- yes, give it...fucking give it to me-” you thundered. Your hips thrashed as you shoved you ass back to keep his cock steady against your wet centre. “All of it?” Loki choked, planting another smack on your ass with a broken moan. “Every fucking d-drop…” you managed through a strangled cry. The god roared behind you. You could feel thick cream spurt against clenching walls, hot seed sloshing and rising inside the deepest part of you. Loki's firm chest curled against your spine, hair sticking to the sweat gathered on your back. His hips juddered as he emptied himself inside your messy, fertile heat. Every drop. You could sense the clench of his perfect ass as he pumped several more times, milking himself in the slop of his own seed. Dwindling ragged grunts peppered the air, the tender slide of his palms over the curve of your ass telling you that his work was done.
“Stay still.” he murmured, carefully drawing himself from between your legs. Wet slurps filled the air, the light touch of his fingers grazing against your dripping slit. Inspecting. “Turn over-” he said gently, as if to a patient; “-slowly.” he added, before guiding you on your back. There was a broad smile on his face. “Legs up.” he quipped, still kneeling. You rolled your eyes playfully, manoeuvring your crossed ankles to rest on the curve of his neck. “I love you.” he said tentatively, placing a deep kiss on the calf to his side. A blissed-out smile fluttered on your lips. “I love you too.” you replied, reaching for his hand. Loki squeezed. “Based on that performance, we should probably make the most of the next few days.” you sighed, resting back against the pillow. Loki scoffed. “Have you so little faith in my ability to-” He trailed off, seeing the twitch of your eyebrow. “Oh.” he smouldered, pushing his hair back with a conspiratorial smile. “Yes. Indeed, darling. Very wise.” He placed another kiss on your ankle, the tip of his nose inhaling seductively down your calf as his words made you shiver with anticipation. “Better safe than sorry.” he whispered darkly against your skin.
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inkedbybarnes · 4 days
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bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary: everyone thinks you're dating bucky, except yourself.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: 18+ minors dni. miscommunication (i love this trope, sue me), angst with a happy fluffy ending, quite stubborn reader, implied smut if you squint, usage of petnames such as baby and doll. lowercase for basically everything.
i haven't finished anything in decades, but i suddenly had an idea just now and decided to write it down. surprisingly, i finished it? might have a lot of mistakes and such since i haven't proofread it yet. also, sorry for using lowercase for this one, i kinda like how it looks. hope you enjoy this one!
dividers by @cafekitsune!
reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated. thank you! ♡
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“you're confusing me. so... you're not dating bucky?'
wanda tilted her head, confusion etched on her face as you spent your weekly girl's night with natasha. it usually consisted of eating food you all desired, drinking until you got wasted, and spilling secrets to one another.
although tonight, you weren't sure if you had any secrets to spill.
"as far as i know, no. we're just friends, teammates. nothing else," you answered with a heavy sigh. "can we talk about something else?"
"hold your horses, young lady! we are not skipping this topic again. you obviously want a label but he isn't giving you one!" wanda protested. she has been constantly asking about you and bucky's relationship for the past weeks, and you always had the same answer. you don't know.
"have you never talked about it with bucky? he looks at you like you'd get lost if he looks away for a second. not a single soul in the tower would think that you're just friends," natasha interjected, taking another sip from the bottle of beer she held. she had a point, as always. "if he's just playing with you, which i highly doubt for barnes, then just end whatever that is. you deserve better than having doubts and confusion, babe."
you've tried asking him multiple times, but every attempt felt like you were stepping on his boundaries. after years of being controlled by hydra, you knew it was possible that he'd hate the feeling of being rushed and entering a relationship that could potentially feel like a cage to him.
but natasha was right. your "relationship" was no longer anything friendly. he sleeps in your bed, claiming he slept better in it, and wakes up beside you to shower you with kisses. none of you even tried to hide it after some time. you always cooked your meals and ate them together, casually feeding one another and stealing kisses in between. you even stopped going on dates and you had no idea if you were exclusive. you deserved to know what your relationship with bucky was, but you were too scared to lose everything once you asked.
"we're not dating. i only see him as a friend, so you can both stop worrying about me." you lied through your teeth, your chest aching as you realised how stupid this was. you sighed and faked a smile, shifting the attention to natasha. "so, tell me about your date with steve! how was the first ever date of captain america since the 40s?"
wanda was distracted by the question, immediately bombarding the now blushing widow with questions. on the other hand, your mind flew away for a minute, finally deciding to get an answer from bucky.
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the annual ball that tony stark held for, well, nearly anyone, was nearing. you only had two weeks left, and you haven't even gone out to find something to wear. it was hard to find any motivation to do all that effort when the person you've been waiting to ask you as his date hasn't asked you yet.
although, bucky had a tendency to get shy and hold back. you knew that. so here you were, standing behind the doors to the gym, knowing that bucky would be training at this hour. you still haven't asked him the question you were supposed to ask him, so you decided to do it all at once.
after you've finished your small pep talk, you opened the door to enter the room and your first instinct was to search for bucky.
considering that he was a huge chunk of a man, he was easy to find. however, the sight of him standing in front of a woman that was too close for your comfort wasn't delightful.
he didn't see you entering the room since he was facing the opposite direction, conversing with the agent that happened to be training as well. she had the sweetest and flirtiest smile on her face, bringing her hand up to his arm, slowly caressing it. you didn't mean to easily hear their conversation as you walked closer.
"so, do you happen to have someone for me to have as a date for the ball? i don't want to be lonely on that night, sergeant," the agent said with an extra pout, swaying her hips side to side like a child asking for candy.
"oh, yeah? i think i have someone for you," bucky replied, breaking your heart into pieces with how enthusiastic he was with his answer. "i'm sure you'll—"
you sniffed. unconsciously. not knowing that your tears were already falling, causing your nose to get stuffy. how pathetic, you thought.
your little sniff caught the attention of both the agent and bucky, looking at you in shock. although, the girl was more pleasantly surprised than the opposite. thankfully, you already had your tears wiped before they could see them.
"oh, we didn't see you there!" she greeted you with your name. "we were just talking about our date for this year's ball. who are you bringing?"
"i haven't decided yet, no one's worth it even if i try," you answered bitterly. "so you're going together?"
before bucky could answer, the agent already had her arm wrapped around his, happily smiling at your question. "yeah! amazing, right? i actually thought you two had a thing, but i guess not. glad things worked out in the end."
and that was your last straw. "well, enjoy yourselves. i have to go and find natasha."
you turned to leave, ignoring the loud calls of bucky. you were glad that you never asked him about your relationship and the ball. you were going to be hurt either way.
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you spent the next hours stuck in your room, body covered with a thick sheet as you ranted about your frustrations to friday.
it was silly, you knew that, but you refused to call natasha and wanda to remind you of your stupidity and decided to let an ai robot listen to your problems instead.
"and he even flirted back! answering coyly like a teenager. he's 107 years old, fri!" you whined, not noticing the new nickname you've given the alternative intelligence. "ugh, now i have a broken heart and no date in sight. how did it get to this?"
"perhaps you must discuss this matter with sergeant barnes first. your conversation ended quite abruptly with no clear conclusion."
"no, i don't want the truth rubbed on my face," you said, grabbing another piece of tissue to sneeze in. "you restricted him from entering my room, right?"
friday answered with a yes, then you thanked her for listening and decided to get some sleep after tirelessly crying for hours. you knew you had a team meeting with the avengers in a bit, but you couldn't bring yourself to even walk a few steps.
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your sleep ended and you were woken up with friday's reminder that it was time for dinner with the team.
with a groan, you pushed yourself off your bed. bucky would be there, but you were too hungry to care. it would be awkward, of course, but you had to face him at some point anyway.
your feet padded towards the door, opening it after trying your hair in a bun.
"ah, fuck."
you jumped at the voice and the body falling to the floor as you opened the door.
"bucky?" you asked, still in shock. "were you sleeping outside of my room?"
you watched bucky stand up, his hand massaging his aching nape as he looked for your eyes. "friday won't let me in. i waited outside instead. i guess i fell asleep during that," he explained, a frown forming on his face. "did you restrict me from entering our room?"
your eyes widened at his choice of words. our room. he considered your room to be his room as well. while that would've made you melt in an instant, you were still hurt to entertain that possibility.
"this is my room, barnes. not yours, not ours. and yes, i had you restricted because i couldn't face you yet. what do you need anyway?"
"i wanted to see you, talk to you." a flash of pain crossed his eyes. "whatever happened at the gym, it's—"
"bucky, you don't have to explain anything to me. we're just friends. it's my fault i assumed we were something. i just need some time to get over it."
"but i thought we were something as well..." he replied, his voice was almost as quiet as a whisper. "i thought we were dating."
"were we?" you asked, genuinely curious. "we never.. you never said anything. i mean, yeah, i wished it meant something, but i thought you wouldn't want to be trapped in a relationship with me, so i just waited. apparently, i was right and i can't blame you for that."
"right about what? the thing that happened in the gym this morning?" he asked. you nodded in response. "i know it sounds like i was flirting back, well i didn't know at the moment, until i asked steve who was clueless but he called nat to help me out and explained that it looked like i was flirting back. i wasn't. i was just going to suggest sam as a date for her. i would never agree to anyone."
oh. so he just wasn't interested in anyone at all.
"besides this one girl who's constantly been in my head. that's if she'd even give me a chance and say yes. i fucked it up badly before i could even ask her properly."
you knew what hoping got you, but you couldn't help but think that he was talking about you. he'd have to be clueless to say all those things in front of you only for it to be someone else.
"i love you, baby. i should've told you that, i should've made it clear sooner. i'm so sorry i let you have doubts when i could've been reassuring you about what i feel for you."
"bucky..."
"i would never feel trapped with you, doll. only you made me feel so much love and freedom. i'd be a fool to let go of that. i'm sorry it took a few hits and harsh words from natasha to make me realise that i wasn't giving you enough when you deserve everything." he held your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him. you felt breathless, tears threatening to fall but this time it was out of joy. "hydra made sure i had no voice to express myself. now, i'll use it to let you know that i love you so fucking much that it hurts when you're not around. i promise to work on it. if anything like this happens again, ask me, baby. demand things from me. i'll give you everything in a heartbeat."
"even if i ask for your arm?"
he laughed, a sound that was music to your ears. "it's yours baby. although, i do like fucking you with my metal—"
"bucky!" you scolded him, hitting him lightly on the chest.
"sorry, baby. couldn't help it. missed my girl so much."
his girl. you loved hearing that.
"it's only been a few hours. don't be silly," you reminded him, but you knew you also felt the same.
"i miss you even when i don't see you for a second." you couldn't help but laugh at his words. "something funny, doll?"
"sorry, natasha said something similar about you a few days ago," you answered. "i'm sorry for assuming so quickly, bucky. you deserved the chance to explain."
"and you did let me explain. i can't blame you for assuming and getting hurt when i never gave you the confirmation to believe otherwise. don't apologise for it, baby."
"i love you," you said, causing him to grin widely.
"yeah? you love me too?" he asked, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "this is official now, right? we're dating?"
you nodded happily, giggling as he landed a kiss to your mouth. "so, you wanna go to the ball with me?"
he kissed you again. "don't. i'm supposed to be asking you that. i had an entire thing prepared for you, i even dragged half of the team to help me out days ago. besides wanda and natasha, of course. couldn't let them tell you about it."
your heart swelled, he was already planning to ask you before all of this misunderstanding happened, and it could've been solved with communication. lesson learned, indeed.
"well hurry because i can't wait to say yes," you playfully threatened him, kissing the tip of his nose until the loud rumble of your stomach interrupted your sweet moment. "ah, right. i was on my way to eat dinner when i opened the door."
bucky laughed, his eyes twinkling witth adoration as he kept his eyes on you. "we can't have you starving, that's for sure. come, let's get you something." he held your hand, and dragged you the kitchen. he turned to look at you with a playful smile. "wanna cook together like the old times?"
you smiled. "like the old times."
in the middle of your cooking session, you heard whistles and claps along with the footsteps that entered the kitchen. you both turned to find the rest of the team with shit eating grins.
"finally! so is this real or do we need to smack your heads?" tony asked, his hand placed on his hip.
"it's always been real, stark," bucky answered, wrapping his arm around your waist. "except this time, i'm making sure my entire world knows it."
"i think everybody knows you have a thing for each other, barnes." clint added.
"i meant my entire world, not everybody." bucky looked at you with awe. "she's my world."
bucky's answer gained various loud reactions from the team, mostly calling him a cheesy old man and fake gags, but there you were, cheeks heating up as you looked back at him with the same amount of love, if not more.
and he did ask you to be his date to the ball the day after, surprising you with his so-called secret plan.
a year later, he surprised you with a ring as he knelt on one knee.
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yourmidnightlover · 21 days
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forever?
pairing: mob!bucky x reader
summary: after being forced into a marriage you didn’t want, you become very cautious of your new husband out of fear of what he’s capable of when one of his employees makes a move at a dinner meeting.
warnings: anxious reader, threat of domestic violence (reader is just worried abt it), groping, please let me know if i missed something or need to add anything!
a/n: reader is very timid in this. i know a lot of people like a reader who doesn’t take shit and stands up for herself, but i often find myself in situations where i just shut down and don’t know how to respond… so this is kinda inspired by that feeling
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two months out of forever.
two months of what seemed like wedded bliss from the outside.
in reality, that “bliss” included sleeping in separate rooms, never even seeing each other unless necessary to make appearances for either of your parents. 
the ones who arranged for this to happen in the first place. 
you were just glad you were able to have your time for yourself. you thought you would use the time to continue writing for your book, but you’ve hit a serious case of writers block. so lovely. 
on the bright side, he wasn’t as controlling as your few friends had made it seem he would be. 
they had painted this picture of a monster in your head. a man who would loom over your presence during every waking second. a man who was controlling and wouldn’t let you have a personal life or secrets.
so far, he’s been the opposite. 
for some reason, that still leaves you unsteady. 
because they also painted him in a very violent, angry, red light. 
but maybe he had a mistress. if that were the case, he truly didn’t respect you or your family. it didn’t seem like bucky to do that, though. he wouldn’t ruin a business deal that benefitted him so much. 
the reason you married him was because your father’s finance business was going under, drowned in debts while the only options were to sell to the barnes’ or the rumlow’s. the barnes’ seemed the lesser of two evils.
the only way to smoothly transition your father’s business to be under the barnes’ control without raising any question of your father’s capability was to marry. if any questions were asked about why your father sold his company, the not so good side of the finance industry would trample after your entire family. the barnes’ would get a new company and their many clients, while your family wouldn’t become entirely blacklisted by the entire country, would be putting your family under the barnes’ protection, and there would be less questions asked as to why the company had been merged.
you had a few months of “leaking” images of you and bucky together into the tabloids to prepare the public for the news of such a big marriage. some were photos of you and bucky holding hands while walking. a couple of you at a restaurant smiling. a few staged kissing photos… those may or may not have been your favorite.
those times spent with him, in all honesty, weren’t bad at all. going for walks together at sunset, dinner dates, feeling his lips against yours…
you had gotten to know more about his childhood that the tabloids didn’t feel was important to cover. his favorite subject in school and how he actually lost his arm so many years ago. you learned each others’ fears and worries in life. your favorite thing to learn about him, however, was what he truly wanted in life. 
peace.
a couple weeks after the wedding, a few photos of the reception were once again “leaked” in order to sell the “too in love to wait” bit that everyone had started assuming upon seeing the first few photos of you and bucky together. 
but all of your history with him flew to the back of your mind as bucky knocked on your office door. 
“come in,” you replied hesitantly, not sure what he wanted from you for the first time since your wedding. he stepped through the threshold and stood at the doorframe. 
“there’s a work meeting tomorrow,” his hand remained on the doorknob, so stiff you’d think he might rip it off the precious white wood in seconds. “the men are meeting at the house. i wanted to let you know. the men in this business, they expect marriages to be of the… traditional values.”
you nodded with understanding, turning to face him with a forced grin. “so i should play the part of the doting housewife, huh?” no smile in return, so you bit back your humor in turn for matching his serious tone. “what food should i prepare, then? and uh, how many guests will we be expecting?”
“whatever’s easiest for you,” he shrugged lightly. “there will be 9 of us there.” with one final look in your direction, he left the office and didn’t return to say goodnight. 
-
the next morning you got to work setting the house up for the 6pm meeting your loving husband was hosting. 
you had decided to set up a buffet-style table outside of the main dining room where the meeting would take place. for the menu, you settled on simple grilled chicken with quite a few side options. roast potatoes, asparagus, sauteed carrots, green beans, and rolls. 
you were putting the rolls in the oven when bucky got home, seemingly entranced by the smell of all the food, heading straight to the kitchen.
“it smells amazing in here,” bucky called from the archway of the kitchen. you jumped slightly from the surprise, but swallowed down the shock and another weak smile. 
“thanks,” you nodded to the edge of the island where a large chalkboard sat, your handwriting neatly displayed on the board that listed all the food to be had. “the menu. i figured a variety would be nice, and who doesn’t like chicken, right?”
“vegetarians,” if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was telling a joke. but you knew better than that. “the men are coming in a little less than an hour. do you maybe want to change before they get here?”
you looked down at what you were wearing, a pair of blue jeans and a loose t-shirt clearly not worthy of someone who had married a barnes man. “right, of course. i’m sorry,” you finished setting the timer on the oven and ran upstairs to get yourself put together before bucky saw the tears trying to seep past your waterline. 
you settled on a black cocktail dress you had worn to one of your dad’s company events before the downfall… quickly swiping some makeup on to cover the exhaustion in your eyes and pulling your hair up to a more respectable updo rather than your typical messy bun. 
luckily you had become an expert at quickly getting ready from your time in university, as you were back in time to pull the rolls from the oven, but not before pulling on your apron. you’d be dammed if you got this stunning dress dirty right before this prestigious meeting. 
t-5 minutes before the meeting was supposed to begin and you could already hear lots of rustling from the formal dining room. you knocked on the closed doors before bucky opened the door for you. 
the men went silent as their gaze rested on you in the doorway. 
“the foods ready. buffet style?” your eyes didn’t leave bucky’s pretty blues, too scared to do anything wrong in front of his men. 
“that’s perfect, my love,” his hands gravitated to your waist before pulling your body taut against his, one hand moving a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper. “you look ravishing…”
as he pulled back, you were sure your blush was evident across your cheeks. you tried to hide it behind a smile, shrugging with a shy ‘thanks’ leaving your lips. 
“what do you say to my stunning wife, boys?” his hand squeezed your waist once more before turning to the other men, ‘thank you’s being echoed throughout the room as they stood and made their way to the kitchen to make their plates. 
in a matter of minutes, all the food was gone. you figured it was best they liked the food, even if you didn’t get to try any of it yourself like you had planned. 
you got started on cleaning everything up with earbuds in your ears, starting with the dishes already in the sink from when you were cooking. then, you were sure to place the dishes that the food was in inside the sink for you to clean before starting on wiping the counters, then sweeping, then mopping, and then back to the dishes. 
you didn’t realize that bucky had called for a break in the meeting, however. you were in for quite the rude awakening when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, but not the ones you were semi-familiar with. 
you turned around with a gasp, shock evident on your face as you tried to piece together whoever this man was. blond hair, blue eyes… definitely not steve though. you knew steve well and had seen him often. 
you pulled your earbuds from your ears in attempt to better understand what was going on. his hands were still gripping your sides, but you couldn’t necessarily escape his touch. you were backed against the sink. even if you could fight him, you’d likely lose to his strong grip. 
“is the meeting-is it over already?” your voice was so much more cowardly than you’d ever expected yourself to be. 
“no, no,” he shook his head. “just a little break, some of the guys were getting antsy.” you leaned back further, trying to create some semblance of space between you. “i figured i’d say a special thank you, on behalf of all of us guys in there.” he let one hand cup the side of your face and neck, his other hand trailing down from your waist, firmly grasping your ass with a sqeeze before you jumped at the invasion.
“i don’t-i’ve got it…”
“john,” he smiled grossly, as if he could convince you to go to bed with him.
“no need for a thanks,” you tried to remind him. “i did this for bucky. for my husband.” your eyebrows rose, trying to emphasize that his boss was also your husband. 
“i’m sure he won’t mind you getting a little bit of extra special attention, don’t you?”
then, a growling voice cut through the fear running through your veins. 
“i think he might mind.”
you turned to face bucky with wide eyes before facing john, wishing the tears welling in your eyes would just go away. 
his hands slowly retracted, stepping back with a chuckle.
“sorry, sir,” he smiled before turning to face your husband. “she was just telling me how she wanted some extra attention, weren’t you, toots?” he tilted his head expectantly.
your mouth opened, nothing leaving in spite of your brain screaming at you. what would bucky do? would he take his side? would he believe you? would he hurt you? 
you’ve embarrassed him now… humiliated him in his own home. surely he’ll take action against you for this. 
your mind replayed stories your old friends had told you about him. how he would lash out at men that betrayed him. how he never took shit from anyone who showed him any disrespect. how he was the kind of man to shoot first and ask quesitons later.
and now, in a way, you’ve both betrayed and disrespected him. or at least, that’s what he’ll think. 
you didn’t even realize tears were flowing down your face until your sobs were interrupted. 
“enough!” you finally looked at bucky before his eyes softened for a second before walking closer to you. “go to the room.” he ordered sternly. 
“but the dish-”
“i’ll take care of it,” he interrupted gravely, “go. to. the. room.” 
“yes, sir,” you nodded and swiftly left the room entirely, collapsing against the door once you had shut it, sobs wracking your body. you held your knees against your chest before trying to regulate your breathing.
he won’t hurt you.
he has to protect his image.
you’ve embarrassed him.
you’re his wife.
you’re his business deal.
you’ve humiliated him.
he’ll hurt you.
you didn’t know how long it had been since the incident. 
your sobs had subsided. you had, at some point, moved to your bed. you were still rocking your body back and forth, trying to self sooth. 
and then there was a knock at the door. 
your body instinctively jumped at the sudden noise, although it wasn’t harsh in any manner, at least not one that you were expecting. 
he twisted the knob, slowly opening the door with slow movements. 
“i-i’m so sorry,” you began apologizing as soon as he stepped through the threshold into your room. “i swear-i swear i didn’t tell him that. i didn’t even realize he was there, i promise. i wouldn’t lie to you. i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry. please believe me.” your body was still rocking and you didn’t even notice he was as close to you as he was until you saw his hand moving by your head.
automatically, you assumed the absolute worst, your head ducking into your body like a fucking turtle, the meekest squeal leaving your lips mixed with a sob. your arms went over your head protectively, as if a bomb were about to go off.
“sweetheart,” his voice sounded so broken, so torn, so unexpectedly soft. 
you finally looked at him for the first time since he came in your room. his flesh hand was holding his metal one as if it were something that could kill. in ways, it was. 
“you-there’s no need to…” after looking at him for a second longer, you noticed that his eyes had tears that almost mirrored your own. “i would never, ever lay a hand on you. i’m so sorry for scaring you. i can’t…” he sighed. “i can’t believe i made you believe i’d ever hurt you.”
“i’m sorry,” you pleaded with him once again. 
“you have nothing to apologize for,” he hesitated to reach for your hands before settling on simply grabbing a spare pillow. “i came up here to apologize. for my tone earlier… i know john. he never knows his boundaries. i should’ve… you never should’ve been put in that situation. that’s my fault. that’s on me. and i will spend the rest of forever to make it up to you.” 
“you don’t have to-”
“no, my love,” he shook his head. “can i-can i hold your hands? please?” you, without hesitation, grabbed his hands yourself. “i need to make it up to you. you’re mine. you’re my wife. it’s my job to protect you, to keep you safe. and to have someone ruin that? to touch what’s mine in my own home? i’m so sorry.” he brought your hands to his lips, pressing at least ten kisses to each hand. he was so gentle and careful it was a good thing you knew better than to think it actually meant anything.
you were surprised, to say the least, at how tender he was being with you. 
how could you have ever thought he would hurt you? that he would raise his hand and swing? that he would cause you harm? he was here declaring that he would make up this incident for the rest of eternity when it wasn’t even his doing… 
“will you stay with me tonight?” his eyes lit up at the request.
“are you sure you want that?” he became a touch more reserved. “i don’t know if it’s a good idea since you were worried i would…” his voice trailed off.
“i’m sure,” you nodded before scooting over in the bed. 
sure, your marriage was arranged and didn’t stem from true love. you may not have talked outside of when absolutely necessary. you might have even been terrified of him at one point. 
but now, the thought of forever with bucky barnes didn’t seem half bad. 
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devils-dares · 1 year
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Congratulations on 500! I wanted to request number 31 of the hurt/comfort prompt! "Don't look at them, look at me." with Matt Murdock and fem!reader?
31: “don’t look at them, look at me.”
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The gala was packed. Rich men and their perfect wives were everywhere across the floor, their gaze intimidating as you walked through the entryway with Matt holding onto your arm. You immediately snag two flutes full of champagne from a passing server and hand one to him, sipping half of yours in one go.
“Foggy and Karen should be here soon, I’m surprised we beat them here.” He laughs and you huff out a chuckle, far too nervous to voice one out.
“You okay?”
“Peachy.” You can’t help but look at all the women ogling your boyfriend. You hold your clutch tighter, narrowly missing another woman being wooed by someone who clearly wasn’t her husband. Her silky dress hugged her curves just so, and her hair and makeup was done professionally, just melting into her skin perfectly.
“Murdock, I haven’t seen you since Columbia!” What you’re guessing is an old alum swoops your boyfriend away and suddenly you’re left alone feeling desperately anxious, pulling at your dress that now felt drab. Luckily for you, Foggy and Karen walk through the doors a few minutes after Matt’s been whisked away, but your stomach sinks when you realize how beautiful Karen looks. Marci was dressed to the nines, her body accentuated by a figure hugging dress.
Matt finally makes his way back to the group, immediately finding you and sending a smile your way. He holds your hand, instead of holding your arm, and gives you a comforting squeeze.
“Your heart rate is elevated. I don’t think you’re just fine, sweetheart.” He grabs your hands and pulls you into a secluded corner, hidden behind some large potted plants.
“Talk to me.”
“It’s just- god, they’re so perfect! All of the women here, they’re so pretty and I’m me and now I feel subpar.”
“Well I think you look fine-”
“This isn’t a laughing matter, Matt. I know you don’t care how I look, but they’re all staring.” You turn your head to look towards the ballroom floor, watching their slim figures skirt around one another.
“Hey, don’t look at them, look at me. You’re perfect, half these people in here are rich people who defend assholes anyways. You’re everything they couldn’t be, kind, caring, I mean, you put up with me for crying out loud. That’s not easy. You’re doing amazing and if you want to leave, I’m okay with that. But I promise those women are not better than you in any way. You’re everything I want.” He pecks your cheek.
“Are you ready to head back out, or do you want to leave?”
“Let’s stay.”
“Okay, it’s up to you when you want us to leave, okay?”
“Thank you, Matty.”
“Anytime, angel.”
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infernalodie · 2 years
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𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
“𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩“
Inspo: Labrinth - Mount Everest
Pairing: Jennifer Walters x Fem!reader
Summary: You were a criminal that Jennifer couldn’t stand helping anymore. But maybe she came to your office for something more.
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Warnings: Quite graphic in the first bit of it. Angst, brief smut, strap-on, pet names, and mommy kink.
Words 2474
DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
Jennifer didn’t know why she took the money. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to even decide years ago to become your lawyer, but she did know that it had been a mistake. Defending your disgusting acts was one thing because it was her job and she’d done it with countless other people. But taking your hush money for seeing your killings was another.
She would like to say that she had a good moral compass. Jennifer never liked the idea of getting herself into stuff she can’t get out of. Her work life helped her stay on a steady path and her friends made her stay out of the life of thrill. Which some may say is boring, but she loved her life. She never wanted it to change from that.
But when you entered her life, you changed her entire life. Giving her the biggest break she had with your case of murdering countless people and dumping their remains in the Great South Bay. You were a billionaire and had a strong chokehold on the city. No one liked you and that caused the press to surround your case like moths to a flame. And although Jennifer hated you as well, she still had a job to do and went on to defend you. Somehow, saving you from life in prison and disproving every account of you being the murderer you were.
Since then, many didn’t look at her the same for taking the case. But she also knew many looked at her as a prestigious lawyer for it. And you had made her your main lawyer. She still remembers you handing her a cheque for $50,000, as thanks for her service. That alluring gaze you held and your soft pink lips curved in the tiniest of smirks as she took it without a second thought.
Now, after your most recent case of having been responsible for murdering one of the gangs in New York to claim more territory for yourself, she had received another cheque that had far too many zero’s. All because she had wandered too far in Brooklyn to find you standing back as one of your men gutted another man. Pulling out his intestines and stabbed them into the wall. She still could remember your haunting voice that filled the dark alley, “Walk.”
A simple order, but one that made Jennifer’s skin crawl as the man attempted to walk away. Sobs fell from his lips as he slowly got farther with his intestine straining and pulling out more. And when she gasped, you had found her watching. Long story short, you had given her money to not speak on it after one of your men grabbed her. You stared at her with a deadpan as she cowered in fear of what you might do. Thinking about it now, Jennifer wasn’t exactly sure why you didn’t kill her, but she was willing to take that instead of facing the same fate as the unfortunate man that lay dead only a few feet from her.
That had been a week ago, but now, she couldn’t handle having the money anymore. She didn’t want that guilt on her mind or being constantly reminded of what she had seen. Not to mention the fear that you had people watching her in case. She hadn’t left her apartment once because of it. Instead, she just had food delivered to her and had her friends bring whatever she needed from the store.
But currently, she stood in the elevator, feeling that weird gut feeling the steel cage gave people when rising or descending. Except, this was the natural fear she had for you now. Because she understood why everyone hated you and was afraid of you. You sat in a skyscraper, staring down at the city, and did heinous acts when the sun went down. That wasn’t even going into the scheming you likely did during the day.
The doors to the elevator slid open to reveal only one door hallway that led down to a set of doors. And pushing past her anxiety, she walked down the hall. Her heels clicked against the polished floors.
As she grew closer to the doors, she could hear the sounds of thuds and muffled voices. Her heart began to pound against her chest as she took calm breaths, hoping that it might push down the fear she held for you. And when she stood opposite the doors, her sweaty hand clenched and knocked on the door.
There was a few beats of silence as Jennifer stood there anxiously. Then there came your voice from inside. “Come on in, Jenn.”
Your beckoning voice caused the woman’s hair to stand up as she shakily grabbed the hand and twisted it. Slowly entering, her eyes widened at the sight of a man tied to a chair beaten and bruised. You standing in front of him with your shirt off and only a sports bra covering your chest. Latex gloves sticking to your hands with blood covering them.
Glancing over your shoulder, the fear in Jennifer’s eyes and expression was the first thing you saw. Motioning to the guy, you sighed in annoyance. “He stole a hundred million from me by taking some off the top of every deal I made,” you explained, thinking it might justify why you were being so brutal. “Caught him before he could skip over to Mexico and live a happy life with the wife and kids.” You grabbed a handful of the man’s hair, yanking his head up, eliciting a cry from his lips. “Ain’t that right, Richey?”
“Let him go.” The sudden outburst shocked you and Jennifer. The lawyer’s lips clamped shut, not wanting anything to slip out.
But you turned to her, lips curling into that evil grin. “Let him go?” A laugh fell from your lips. Jennifer sent you a stern look, one that tried to show some dominance in the situation.
If anything, it amused you how someone so small and naive could be so morally right. So, you smiled with a shrug. “As you wish.”
There wasn’t a chance Jennifer could stop you when you pulled out your pistol from the back of your pants and shot the man in the head. His head flew back with blood splattering across the fur carpet where a couch and TV sat.
Jennifer watched as you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Reaching down to the grey fur and pinching a few droplets of blood. “Now I have to get a whole new rug, you stupid bastard.” You kicked the deadman over, his body hitting the floor with a thud.
“Why - Why did you do that?!” Jennifer finally yelled, looking at you fearfully as you casually moved to your desk and sat down in your large leather chair.
“You told me to let him go, and I did. I don’t see the problem here, Jenn-”
“Don’t call me that!” She ordered harshly. “We aren’t friends and I am not going to be your lawyer anymore.”
The amused look you held slowly washed away with a blank expression taking over. “What the hell do you mean?” You asked in a low tone.
“I mean, I’m not your lawyer and you can take your money back because I am done helping you for shit you are clearly guilty of!” Jennifer barked out, marching towards the desk and slamming the million-dollar cheque onto your desk and the papers of her resignation to ever defending you again. “I won’t say anything, but I am not going to support you from this point on.”
Again, Jennifer had to endure another few moments of silence. Your dark eyes staring holes into her as you slowly took the papers and scanned them. The silence you gave in response was deafening as Jennifer was quite used to you talking a bit during these ones on ones with her. But this side of you was different.
And she wouldn’t lie that, before all the horrible acts you had made, or at least before she knew they were true, she had some sort of crush on you. Infatuated by how you carried yourself and made every other rich guy look like a fucking idiot. But it had also been your body and voice that sent her in a daze. Your soft voice rang through her ears and able to calm her senses whenever she felt anxious about taking one of your cases. And your body, it was a sight to behold. Abs cut so nicely and your arms defined beautifully that made her wonder what it would be like underneath you.
But now, she thinks that these attributes you had were all for a reason. That being it was to maintain dominance over anything. If it was brute willpower or manipulation because you had managed to convince everyone, including Jennifer, that you were a businesswoman and never indulged in these disturbing acts. Now, Jennifer could see it all and didn’t know where her feelings resided.
Eventually, you tossed the papers in her direction of the desk. “Why don’t you take a seat, Ms. Walters?” You muttered, taking your gun and sliding it into your desk.
Although she didn’t want to, if it led to her getting out of here sooner than later, Jennifer would listen. So, she listened to your order and slid into the seat opposite your desk. Hands clasping together in her lap as you stood to your feet slowly. “Do you know why you came here, Walters?”
The question threw Jennifer off, frowning at your inquiry. “What do you mean?”
“Jennifer, I think you should know one thing about me - my personal distaste…” You walked around your desk, eyes focused on the lawyer that slightly shook with you closing in closer to her. Soon standing behind her chair with your hands resting on the back with your lips coming close to the shell of her ear. Your warm breath causes the woman to let out a shaky exhale. “…and it’s repeating myself.”
“I am just trying to understand what you mean, Y/n.”
“I think you know what I mean,” you say softly in her ear, eyes focusing outside the window and down onto the city. “You had a week to come to me and ask to be released from my hold on you. I mean, you could’ve just given me the money back the same night you saw me. But you didn’t. So, what took you so long, kitty?”
The nickname sent heat throughout Jennifer’s body as she rubbed her thighs together. You caught it, lips curling into a small smirk as you chuckled softly. “Oh, is that why?” You inquired. “Did you need my help, sweetheart?”
Although Jennifer’s face was flushed in embarrassment at how she was aroused by you, she held a brave face. “I don’t know what you mean.”
You hummed, offering your hand. “Can I see your hand, Jenn?”
Jennifer, hesitantly, did oblige and quickly realized how small your hand was in hers. But it hadn’t matter when you slowly moved her hand behind her where she felt the texture of your pants before feeling the silicone cock tucked in your pants.
She gasped, head snapping up to you and finding you wearing a grin. “I knew you were coming. I had people watching you and following you since you caught me conducting my business.” You leaned in close, lips curving wider into a grin. “I must say, you look adorable when you look angry, kitty.”
You licked your lips glancing down at her hand that continued to palm at the strap, almost like her body did it on its own. Looking back up at her, you leaned in closer. Lips ghosting over Jennifer’s that parted with a shaky exhale. “So, what is it going to be, Jennifer?” You asked. “You gonna stay or leave Mommy all alone for the night?”
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“M-Mommy!” Jennifer bounced in your lap. Eyes rolled back with your cock stuffed inside her to the brim.
You were leaning back, lighting a cigarette and watching the woman satisfy herself. A beautiful sight to behold and enough to sedate the hunger you had been holding yourself off from for months since you met the lawyer.
Blowing out the smoke to the left, your left hand rested gently on Jennifer’s hip. “Such a good girl for me,” she muttered. “You were made to please me, Jenn. It’s good that you decided to start now.”
The possessiveness you display sent shivers down the lawyer’s spine as she leaned forward with her hands grasping your shoulders. Moving her hips in a rock as she got drunk off your cock sliding deep inside of her.
Her walls fluttered around the faux silicone deep inside her. Legs shaking with each dive it took inside of her. It made it hard for her to breathe, but all the more content on going until she fell out of consciousness.
She was a broken mess with her dripping arousal sticking to the inside of her thighs. Smearing the leather with each bounce as the wet sounds of her pussy filled the office that consisted of her moans and your title falling from her lips. Even though a body lay cold only a few feet away, Jennifer couldn’t find an ounce in her to care.
One of your hands snaked between the both of you, pressing two fingers firmly against her clit. The physical and vocal response was immaculate to see and hear. You watched with a smirk as the woman shivered with a cry as her hips bucked forward. Leaning back with one of her hands resting on your knee with she bit her other. Continuing to thrust her hips forward with the stimulation your fingers gave to her bundle.
“Good girl,” you whispered, eyes unable to find where to pay attention to. Jennifer’s flushed features or her riding your cock whilst desperately trying to achieve that extra bliss that was in her grasp. “If you’re good, I won’t ever let you go, baby.”
Jennifer could only mewl in response, unable to string together a sentence or plea. Choking on her words and moans as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was losing her mind from your cock and she never wanted it to stop. As long as she got this type of treatment everytime she saw you, she never wanted to leave.
But before she could get any more lost, your hand grabbed her by the throat and yanked her face down. A moan slipped past her lips as you grinned excitedly at the woman. Slowly kissing away her tears, causing the lawyer to allow her eyes to flicker shut at the soft sensation before you barely pulled a breath away. “So, are still gonna be my lawyer, pet?”
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scarlethexelove · 15 days
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Our Omega
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Pairing: Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader
Word Count: 5155
Warnings: Smut, Wanda and Nat have a penis, Soft!Nat, Rough!Wanda, Heat, Mating mark, Knotting, Breeding, Someone tries to attack reader but Wanda and Nat stop them, Hints to lactation kink, I really don't think there is much else.
A/n: I really hope this isn't shit. I really liked writing this. Wanda isn't too rough in this one but definitely rougher than Nat. Just sweet alphas who don't treat their sweet Omega like shit.
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
The door chimes causing your gaze to lift to the opening door. You’re shocked to see the people walking through the door. The Avengers have just walked through the door of your small bakery. Leading the group is the pack leader along with her mate. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, two alpha’s. The rest of the mostly alpha pack followed close behind. Normally so many alpha’s in an area won’t bother you but with you so close to your heat and being an unmated omega is making it difficult with all of them around. You put on a mask knowing you need to be your best when the most famous people in the world are in your bakery. 
With a wide smile you greet the group. “Hi, I’m Y/n. We have a wide array of baked goods for you to choose from. Just let me know what you would like and I’ll get them all ready for you.” Wanda tilts her head looking at you curiously but you just give her soft smile back. Nat is also watching you but you can’t seem to read her. The gaze of both the alpha’s on you causes a light dusting of pink to cover your cheeks.  The rest of the group looked around to see what they wanted to eat. 
Nat clears her throat. “Everyone wait outside.” She demands the rest. “But I want to look.” Tony whines. Nat turns to look at the rest. “I said wait outside. We will get everyone something.”  Nat’s demanding tone has your inner omega wanting to submit causing you to shrink in on yourself. As the rest go to wait outside the two alpha’s turn back to you noticing you’re dropped head and smaller form. “I’m so sorry mega. I thought it would be easier without everyone.” 
You wanted to be thankful for what she did but at the same time you need to be able to handle a room full of alpha’s if you want to have a successful business. But you know she just meant well by her actions. You lift your head and give her a small smile. Brushing off your previous distress and ready to help the two women with everything they need. 
With less alpha’s in the room their scents invade your senses. One of their scents laced with cinnamon and spices, reminding you of fall. The other smelling of sweet vanilla. Both of their scents are intoxicating already. Both women are very attractive but you know you can’t think like that they are already a mated pair and they probably wouldn’t want an omega like you. So you push it out of your mind and focus on running your business.
“What can I get for you?” You ask the women. They look around for a minute before Nat speaks up. “Two of everything.” You can’t help the look of shock at the woman's order. “A-are you sure?” She gives you a kind smile. “Yes please.”  You nod and start moving around to get everything you need. “Of course. I’ll have everything ready for you in a few minutes.” You move around the area gracefully. Throwing in a few extras as you go. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy the Avengers. 
You can feel their eyes following you but you are in your groove currently. Once you are done with everything they come up to the counter and Natasha pulls out her wallet. You wave your hands and shake your head. “No, no, no. It’s on the house, my treat. You guys do so much for the city. The least I can do is give you guys some food.” Nat shakes her head back at you. “I’m not sure your boss would like that. Also I insist.” She starts pulling out money ready to pay. “I’m actually the owner so I can give you whatever I want.” You tell the alpha. You would normally never talk back to an alpha, especially an Avenger but you want to get your point across. But neither of them are going to take no for an answer. Wanda takes some money out of Nat’s hands and gives it to you. You look down at the cash and back up at the alpha’s. You can tell by the looks on their faces that they will not take no for an answer. So you look back down at the cash in your hand and gasps. “This is way too much.” In your hand is almost $500 dollars, way more than what it cost to get everything. 
Both alpha’s shake their heads. “Keep it. You deserve it.” Wanda says. She has the softest and kindest smile you have ever seen. “I-I-I don’t think I can take this.” You stutter trying to hand some of the money back but neither of them will have it. Wanda takes your hands in hers. “Please take it.” You look at her hands around yours and then back up to her face. A small blush covering your face when you nod. “Okay.” You say barely above a whisper. She smiles before she and Nat take the baked goods, making their way out leaving you shocked. 
That is how your friendship with the Avengers started. After that day you saw at least one of them once a week. Sometimes alone and sometimes the whole team would come in. You built a friendship with each member but as they continue to come a crush on the two women formed. They were always so sweet and kind with you. Nat plays up a big persona of being hard and little emotion but you can see right through that facade. Which only makes your crush grow stronger, but you know you can’t act on it. So you leave it at that just a crush. 
With the Avengers frequenting your bakery your business picks up exponentially. You had to hire more employees to help you keep up. One of those being your best friend Kate Bishop. You thank the Avengers for their business and the fact they have brought in more customers for you. Always trying to give them free food but none of them ever take it. 
Today wasn’t like other days. You had 3 call offs and your heat was quickly approaching. You thought that you had a few more days but as the day drags on you know you won’t make it. You have already called Kate who had the day off hoping she could cover. She of course said she would but it would take her some time to get there. So now you’re fighting your heat and just waiting for her to get here. 
The room is filled with alpha's, some of them pausing to look at you. A hungry look in their eyes as they realize what is going on with you. You want to run and hide but you can’t leave the store unattended so you suck it up the best you can. That is until a wave of burning stabbing pain hits your lower abdomen. You wrap your arms around your stomach, hunching over as you hold in a whimper. You don’t even hear the ringing of the bell as another patron enters the building. Another stronger wave has you crumbling to the ground, a whimper escaping your lips. 
You can now faintly hear a commotion but you can’t focus on the words or voices. You look up seeing an alpha about to jump over the counter when they are pulled back harshly. There is a commanding roar of an alpha that causes you to whine and bare your neck waiting for the alpha to approach. You wish your inner omega was stronger but with your heat here you can’t control it. Two alpha’s approach you quickly crouching down next to you. You let out another whine and strain your neck more. 
“Oh milaya, none of that.” Wanda’s hand cups your cheek. Both of their scents invade your senses, calming you down slightly. You can’t help but nuzzle her hand causing her and the other woman to smile at you. A whimper escapes as another wave of pain courses through you. Leaving the women concerned for you. They have been falling for you just as much as you for them but they were worried you wouldn’t like them back or want to be involved with Avengers. 
Just then Kate rushes in the door, her eyes scanning the room seeing that there had been a scuffle. Concerned for your safety when she can’t see you. She knows your heat is close, that is until she catches a whiff of your scent. She knows that you have gone into heat and how dangerous it is for you to have been here. She rushes around the counter stopping when she sees you curled in on yourself as Nat and Wanda crouch next to you. Wanda’s hand is still on your cheek. She lets out a growl at the woman. She knows that you aren’t in any danger with them but she instinctively wants to protect you while you’re so vulnerable. Neither of them move their concern only on you. 
“Kate, we are here to help. We don’t want to hurt her.” Nat speaks calmly to the other omega. Kate looks from them back to you. She can see you, how you're trying to nuzzle in further to Wanda. She lets out a sigh. “Sorry alpha.” She puts her head down. Becoming part of the Avengers pack as Yelena’s omega has gotten her close to them and she didn’t want to disrespect the pack leader. “It’s ok. I know you are only trying to protect your friend.” Nat moves closer to you leaning down and moving to pick you up. She acts slowly to give you the chance to pull away but you don’t. It makes the woman smile as she picks you up. You quickly wrap yourself tightly around her and nuzzle into her scent gland. Breathing in her cinnamon scent that calms you. 
“I think we will take her to the compound, she will be safe there. I don’t trust that after those alphas coming after her that she will be safe. They could easily follow her home.” Nat speaks to both Wanda and Kate. They both nod in agreement. “Kate, do you have this here?” Nat asks as she holds you closer to her. “Yeah I think I got this.” Kate replies before the door chimes. All three women go on defense growling at the scent of another alpha but all calm when they realize who it is. Kate’s mate Yelena struts through the door holding up her hands in surrender to the three as you whimper in Nat’s arms. 
Yelena smirks at the older alpha when she sees you in her arms, wrapped tightly around the woman like a koala. Nat rolls her eyes when she sees how her sister is looking at her. “Lena!” Kate says bouncing over to her and throwing her arms around her neck pecking her lips. Yelena’s hands placed firmly on Kate’s hips. “Yel help Kate out here we are taking Y/n to the compound. Some alphas attacked so maybe help her clean up a bit.” Yelena looks around at the mess brows furrowed as Nat speaks. That is until she catches your sweet scent. Instantly understanding your predicament and understanding why the three were growling at her as she came in the door. 
“Please be careful you two.” Wanda tells the alpha and her omega, handing Kate some money. Kate looks at the money and then back up to Wanda confused. “For damages.” Wanda explains. Kate is about to argue back about that but the look Wanda gives her tells her there is no room for that. She is second in command of the pack and will not take no for an answer. So Kate gives her a nod moving to start cleaning up the place, Yelena helping her mate clean as the two women leave with you. 
Once the alphas get you to the compound they take you to the spare bedroom next to theirs not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might have. It has been hard for them to fight their inner alphas to not to just claim you as theirs. You’re currently wrapped around Wanda tightly as she walks into the room. She goes to put you on the bed but you don’t let go. “Malyshka can you let go?” She asks softly, but your only response is to shake your head and whine. Being in their arms is the most comfort you have had in a long time dulling the ache.
So the women decide to take you into their own room. If it provides you the comfort you need they will take the suffering to make you feel even the slightest bit better. Wanda sits down on the bed with you still wrapped around her. Your head in her neck as you let her scent drown out your senses. Nat walked away from the two of you for a few minutes before coming back. In her arms is a plethora of blankets. She sets them on the bed next to Wanda. “Detka?” She crouches down in front of you two and says softly. “Can you please come out? I brought you blankets for a nest.” Her voice is still soft, watching you for any movement. 
Slowly you pull your head out, eyes landing on the pile. You hesitantly move not wanting to leave the comfort of the alpha but your inner omega is telling you to build your nest. “Thank you Nat.” You whisper, taking the blankets and moving to a corner of the room. It has been a losing battle to fight your inner omega who just craves the women. But you don’t want to overstep too much so you build your nest in the corner. You crawl into it moving things around till you’re comfortable. 
Being around the alphas has dulled your pain. It is still there but in less intense waves, but the slick has increased. You can now feel it coating your thighs. The two have watched you intently, hard uncomfortable bulges in their pants. Wanting nothing more than to claim you as their own. It isn’t until your small voice breaks the silence in the room that they break from the trance. “Alphas?” You whimper. The women quickly move over to you concerned that something could be wrong. You look up to them with tears in your eyes, scared to ask anything more of them but craving their comfort. 
Wanda’s hand gently cups your face, her thumb rubbing over your cheek gently. “Yes, omega. Do you need anything?” Wanda’s softness makes you purr as you nuzzle. “Please stay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they hear you. The women share a look before they agree. Nat gets in front of you which you instantly cuddle into her side, your head instinctively nuzzling into her neck. Wanda slots herself behind you. Both of them cuddle you tightly. 
Nat notices it instantly, your warm slick slowly coating her thigh. You start grinding against her thigh. Your brain is not even registering it until you let out a soft moan. A look of panic crossing your face when you realize what you are doing. “I-I-I’m sorry.” You try to pull away but their arms wrapping around you tightly keeps you in place. “What do you need mega?” Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles. You let out another whine at her words wanting to beg them to use you, breed you, mark you, to become their mate. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, sweet girl.” Nat kisses your forehead letting her lips linger there. 
You look up to the woman in front of you. “I want you, both of you.” You whisper. They are both slightly shocked but not entirely due to your recent actions. Nat’s hand cups your cheek. “Are you sure? This isn’t just your heat?” You shake your head no at her words. “Wanted you for a while. Didn’t think you wanted me. I’m nothing special.” You look down out of embarrassment waiting for the rejection, but it doesn’t come. Nat’s finger hooks under your chin, making you look back up  at her. She gently kisses your lips before pulling back your breaths mingling together in the open space. “We want you too, and you are special. You are the most kind and gentle person we have ever met.” 
It’s so quick that you don’t even notice. Wanda’s arms are removed from you and Nat has pushed you on your back hovering over you. “If you want us to stop or you change your mind you can tell us.” Nat tells you gently pecking your lips. “Are you sure you want this mega?” Wanda asks you. You nod your head. “We need words pretty girl.” You look at Wanda who is laying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Want you.” Was the only words that slipped past your lips. In an instant with red whisps all of your clothes are gone. You look at Wanda a bit shocked, a smirk playing on her lips. 
Soon the alphas' clothes soon follow. Their rock hard cocks springing free of their confines. You feel Nat’s slap against your stomach causing you to look down. Your eyes widen at her sheer size wondering how she will fit. Your eyes then trail to Wanda. She looks even bigger than Nat, not by much but a noticeable difference. You can feel more of your slick coating your thighs as you whine. 
Nat kisses your head as her hand guides her cock to your folds. Swiping through them coating herself in your arousal, her tip nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a moan as she keeps nudging. When she is satisfied, she moves the tip down to your entrance, looking at you for your confirmation that you're still ok. When you give her a nod, she slowly starts to push in. Slowly sinking her cock into your wet and warm cunt. 
“Fuck so tight.” Nat moans as your walls clamp around her member. You’re so thankful for your heat, your slick allowing her to slip in easily. You wrap your legs around her waist as she sinks in further. When her thighs meet your ass you gasp at the fullness. You’ve never felt this full in your life and it feels so right. 
Nat gives you some time to adjust to the stretch fighting her inner alpha to just pound into you mercilessly. Wanda turns your head leaning in to kiss you. Her hands reach between your bodies as she finds your breasts. Her fingers expertly tweaking your nipples causing you to moan in her mouth distracting you from the fact that Nat has pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Her pace is slow at first just getting used to you. You feel so good and she doesn’t want to cum too early. 
When Nat feels like she can, her pace quickens. She fucks into you gently, her thrust deep as she angle just right. Hitting your spot deep inside. Wanda’s mouth is still on yours as she swallows all of your moans. Enjoying your full breast in her hands, groping at pinching her nipples as her mate fucks into you. 
You don’t expect the alpha to be so gentle as she fucks you but it feels so good from her. Her caring and soft side showed through with every thrust of her hips. She leans up grabbing your hips watching as her cock disappears into your hole. Entranced by your sweet scent and how you take her so well. How your hips buck into her to meet her thrust trying to get her that much deeper. The outline of her cock bulging from your skin, she presses down and a loud moan is escaping you. She looks back up to watch as Wanda devours you, catching every whimper and moan until you can’t keep up anymore. 
“So pretty and made for us. Taking me so well.” Nat praises you. “So perfectly wrapped around my cock squeezing me so tight. Fuck.” She moans when you clench. Your panting, eyes closed as your orgasm builds. One of Wanda’s hands drifting down between both of your bodies finding your bundle of nerves pinching it between her fingers. You cry out in pleasure and pain as she continues. Both women bring you so close to the edge. Your walls squeezing Nat tight, her grunts and moans filling your ears. Her knot starts to form hitting against your entrance, just begging to fill you. 
Wanda’s hand continues toying with your clit as Nat drives her hips into you. Your legs are slightly shaking around Nat’s hips. She leans back down the more her knot swells. You're both close to cumming. She kisses your scent gland sending small waves of pleasure. Her hips become more erratic when her knot fully forms. Slamming against your entrance. With a few more thrust her knot pops in and her teeth sink into your neck. You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. She marks you claiming you as her omega. Filling you with her cum as your back arches. Grinding into you as white hot ropes of cum fill you. Your cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her knot, milking her dry. She lets your neck go and licks your wound clean. You look up at her curious and hopeful eyes. She smiles and leans her head giving you access to the opposite side from where Wanda bit. You lean up sinking your teeth in her scent gland. She moans out and you don’t know how it is possible but you can feel a few more spurts of cum filling you. Which just causes you to moan around her bite. You release her and lick it clean just as she had done for you. 
You’re both panting, Nat’s knot locking you together until it deflates. Wanda’s hands move away giving you two a chance to bond. Nat takes the time to gently move you both so that you are on your side. You feel the bond growing strong as you bask in the aftermath. She gently kisses your lips before leaning her forehead against yours. The room is silent until you break it. “Thank you.” You whisper between you two. Nat smiles. “No need to thank me detka. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” The three of you laugh. It’s funny how you all wanted each other but none of you thought the other would. “Me too.” You smile, your breath still heavy between you two. 
When Nat’s knot finally deflates she removes herself from you. You let out a whimper at the lost feeling empty as your mixed cum leaks out of you. Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles against the naked skin. “My turn malyshka. I want you to ride me.” You look back at her, your eyes wide. “I-I’ve never.” You stutter a little having never ridden anyone before. She kisses your shoulder again. “That’s ok detka. You’re going to look so beautiful bouncing on my cock.” 
You feel Wanda shift as she lays on her back. You turn yourself to look at her. She has her hands behind her head and her cock standing proud. You don’t know how she was so patient when you look at her cock. Her tip is angry red and pre-cum has leaked all down her shaft. Her hand moves to wrap around and gently jerk herself. She had wanted to save all of her cum for you to fill you even fuller than you already were. You hesitate for a moment before getting up and shifting. Throwing your leg over her hips hovering over her cock. Her hand is firmly around her cock lining it up with your entrance. You look at her for a second when she gives you a reassuring smile. You give her a small smile before you start to slowly sink down on her. 
Wanda moves her hand back behind her head as she watches you sink down. “Fuck your right Natty. So fucking tight. Fuck even after you fucked her she is tight.” You blush at her words, finally sitting fully in her lap. You didn’t think you could feel this full. Both of them fit you so perfectly like they were made just for you. 
You grind your hips experimentally, the movement causing you and Wanda to moan. You can see the cocky smirk on her face as she waits for you to fuck yourself on her cock. “Fuck I can feel both of your cums leaking all over my cock.” She bucks her hips up, enticing you to move. You groan, taking her hint as you lift yourself up before slamming yourself down. You set a slow and steady pace as you figure out your moments. Bringing yourself up before dropping back down. Wanda enjoys the sight of your breast bouncing every time you sink back down. 
But your pace is a bit slow for the woman. “Ride me like you mean it detka. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.” You whimper, nodding your head and picking up the pace. Bouncing on her cock and grinding your hips when you meet her pelvis. The sight in front of her is perfect as the perfect omega rides her. Even at this angle Wanda can see a perfect outline of her cock filling your tight hole. Moaning knowing that you're so full of her and that she is going to fill you even more. 
Whimpers and moans fill the room as you continue to fuck yourself on her cock. Soon you feel hands on your waist as Nat moves closer to you two she helps guid you quicker on fucking her mate. Wanda’s hands moving to your plush thighs digging her fingers into the soft flesh. Starting to buck her hips up to meet you. Fucking you harder than Nat did. 
“Such a whore for us already. Taking our fat cocks in your tight little hole. Look at that.” Wanda presses her hand down hard on the bulge that appears on your lower abdomen. You cry out from the pleasure and her words, looking down to see her cock moving inside of you. Your walls clench her tightly at the sights. “Oh fuck you like that don’t you little whore. Love being fucked by your alpha’s.” Wanda’s moans, her words a stark contrast to Nat’s praises. She is rougher with her thrusts. Showing a different side to each woman. 
Nat turns your head towards her and kisses you hungrily. Wanda sits up planting her feet and thrusting up hard and rough. You love the difference between the two. A gentle Nat and a rougher Wanda. It turns you on immensely more slick coating Wanda’s cock the harder she drives her hips up into you. Nat still helping you fuck yourself down on her cock. 
“Such a perfect cock drunk whore for us. So pretty being our little cum dump, just for us to use.” With every word that Wanda speaks it sends you closer to the edge, your walls clamping down on her. You don’t know how she can keep her rough pace as your walls suffocate her cock. She moans as your walls tighten, her knot forming and pressing against your entrance begging to slip in. Wanda nibbles at your perky nipples. “Want to be bred full of our cum? Fill you with our pups?” You moan into Nat’s mouth mumbling a yes. 
“These tits would look so perfect, full of milk, your belly swollen with our pups.” She bites down on your nipple causing you to break the kiss from nat and cry out. “Mmm.” You whimper, her thrust becoming erratic as your knot fully forms. Nat lets your waist go and Wanda wraps her arms around you thrusting up harder and faster. You didn’t think she could go any harder or faster but it has you moaning louder. Your arms tightly wrapped around her as your nails dig into her back causing her to moan at the sting.
Wanda moves her head to the other side of your neck biting into your other scent gland as her knot slips inside locking you two together. You scream out and throw your head back as your vision blurs, cumming harder than you ever have before. Wanda’s cum joins Nat’s deep inside you filling the void and feeding the desires of your inner omega. Your whole body trembles in her hold as your bond forms. She pulls away, licking your wound. She lets you take the side opposite of Nat’s mark cementing your bond to both women. Small spurts of cum still fill you as Wanda grinds helping you both to ride out your highs. 
When you come down your rigid body slumps into Wanda nuzzling into her neck. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing the side of your head. Her fingers gently rubbing at your back. Your arms loosely wrapped around her exhaustion taking over as you close your eyes. 
“Are you ok sweet girl?” Wanda questions kissing your head again. You hum in response, throat raw from your previous actions. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” You could hear the concern in her voice. So you pull back a soft smile playing on your lips. “No, it was perfect. Both of you.” Your voice is hoarse. You look back at Nat who pecks your lips. You would think that Nat would be jealous of how your body reacted to Wanda but all you can see is the love in her eyes. The stark contrast between the two is something you already love. How gentle Nat praising you as she fucked into you and how Wanda was rougher degrading you. 
When Wanda’s knot deflates they both help you up on wobbly legs taking you to a warm bath and cleaning you up. Your heat subsiding for the moment, a relief you thought you would never have. You’re all now cuddled up in your nest, your head on Nat’s chest, Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes droop shut as exhaustion from the day's events gets to you. If someone had told you that you would end up being the omega mate to two Avengers you would have laughed in their face but right now wrapped up with them is all you could have ever wished for. The love of two powerful and amazing alphas and they are all yours. “I love you two.” You mumble so close to sleep. Both women were smiling. “We love you too.” Wanda kisses your shoulder and Nat kisses your head. “Our omega.”
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UNTOUCHED. 18+
pairing. dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader
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word count. 2967
summary. you thought your crush on your dad’s best friend would never be reciprocated. but it turns out, that’s not true
warnings. 18+ only!! age gap (20s, 40s) dbf, 'experienced' virgin reader, body worship, titty stuff, fingering, unprotected pinv sex, soft dom bucky. minors dni
rewrote this from a request I did
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You often felt a spiral of shame surrounding your thoughts. Thoughts that no one should be having of a parents friend. 
And yet, it was happening. 
These abashed notions of your father's best friend clouded your mind far too regularly for you not to question your moral judgment. You would often find moments where you told yourself lies to feel better, saying that it was natural to feel this way about someone you can't have - someone you shouldn't have. But with most things in life, the more you can't have it, the more you want it.
This impromptu lakehouse vacation with your parents and said friend has been the most challenging strain on your ethical code. Every stolen glance feeling that much more intimate, given the circumstance. Almost confined within the same household for the past several days - forced into family dinners, nudged into game nights, all of it intensifying your attraction towards him.
These thoughts of utter infatuation continue as you watch Bucky and your dad at the pool table across the room, your pen tapping rhythmically on your chin as you pretend to think about the words on the notepad. Your perfect little ruse while you gawk at the hunky man leaning over the felt table, large bicep flexed with the cue slotted underneath.
Staring at him like that with eyes so eager and attentive made you feel juvenile —pathetic— the whirlwind of schoolgirl-like emotions that followed with a crush so prohibited made you feel confused. It would've been easier to take a liking to a guy your own age, to a guy you'd maybe have a shot with, but no. It was on someone completely off-limits and someone you should not be thinking of in the way you do.
The illogical connotations that followed with the infatuation seemed to heighten everything - everything within your little delusion growing more and more dramatised. 
So now, when you meet Bucky's momentary gaze from across the way for the fifth time, you begin to overthink everything, all prior thoughts spiralling out of control. With an uneasy inhale, you briefly drop your head into your hands and then collect your things, bunching everything into a pile - leaving it neatly on the coffee table.
You slip out of the main room, going undetected as you head for your bedroom across the house. Once within your own space, you take a moment to compose yourself - to give yourself a second to regulate the dirty thoughts that hogged the rational parts of your brain. 
But to no avail, it fails. 
Instead, you make your way into your ensuite and turn on the water, hoping that your second shower of the night will clean your mind this time.
You allow yourself some time in the shower, standing in near silence as you lather the soapy loofah on your skin, doing everything you can to fight off the want. All earlier feelings slowly being replaced by a slither of sanctity.
After a short while, you shut off the water and wrap a towel around your body, patting yourself dry before rubbing on some quick creams. Opening the door, you see an outline of someone sitting on the side of your bed - their —his— broad, upper figure acting as a surely silhouette in the moonlight. 
"You're in the wrong room," you say - speaking softer than you'd have liked. "Shouldn't be in here," you add, gripping your towel tighter.
"No?" Bucky hums, almost pleased. Cocking his head to the side as his eyes slowly rake over you, gaze trailing up the exposed parts of your body that are lit in the moon's cast.
You shake your head, pointing at the door. 
Instead of doing as you asked, he reaches for the lamp on your bedside table and flicks it on. Turning his attention back to you, he scans over your body with that subtle hint of possessiveness he often wears around you. Blue eyes bloomed up, taking you all in. 
You rush over and hastily grab his hand - pulling down on the chained switch to turn it off. But his hand underneath yours pulls back down on it, letting in a gentle flood of light, allowing him to see you clearly again. 
And only now do you really see his face. Eyes primal as they look up at you standing between his spread thighs, hand wrapped tightly over his on the pull-chain. Keeping his focus on you, he brings his spare hand up to rest on your hip, palm grazing along the towel covering the curve.
"Saw you looking at me earlier," he finally speaks, words faint and low as he slips his hands into both of yours - holding them.
You gently shake your head and divert your gaze to your hands, looking down at the difference in size - how his large ones almost engulf yours. "I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, tone breathy. 
He brings your hands towards his face and places a soft kiss on the back of each, keeping his eyes locked at you from above. "Liar," he whispers into the skin. "Thought your parents taught you not to lie."
"Don't talk about them," you utter, breath catching in your chest, watching your hands in his. 
"You don't want them to know you got a thing for your old man's friend?" he asks, voice silky as he fiddles with your fingers. The act like a tender caress, his big, rough hands uncharacteristically gentle with you - everything like you pictured them to be. 
You shake your head a singular time, the motion faint.
"I don't want my friend to know I have a thing for his daughter either."
Meeting his now earnest eyes, you see that he held truth within his confession - his expression purely genuine under your focus. His fingers continue with the playful teasing in yours, his sole attention locked on you standing between his wide-spread thighs.
He carefully releases your hands and lets them hang at your sides, your fingertips skimming at his knees. Your eyes hone in on him, intently watching him resume his visual survey of you.
His hands reach for the opening of your towel, looking up to a hesitant expression on your face - features pulled together with uncertainty. This was all so foreign to you, and you didn't know what do to with yourself. You've wanted this so bad, for so long, but now that it was actually and finally about to happen, you felt at a loss. 
"You haven't done this before?" he asks rhetorically, knowing what that tentative look means.
With your silence, his question gets answered. That same possessive expression resurfacing. 
He weaves a finger to the opening at the bottom of the towel, hooking it aside to reveal the very upper of your thigh - the soft, plushy skin looking the more tempting. 
"I'll be gentle with you," he whispers, voice hoarse as his finger slips higher, exposing the crease just under your hip bone - that irresistible line right next to your cunt. "You tell me to stop, and I will."
Though no words come from your lips - silently agreeing.
With his singular finger parting higher, the towel untucks from its hold around your chest, the fabric undoing and falling to the floor - pooling around your feet as you stand naked in front of him. His fully clothed self juxtaposing the sheer bareness of you. 
His attention dances over your body slowly, taking all of you in - letting the image curate in his brain for safekeeping. Eyes temporarily focus in on your tits a mere foot away from his face, slowly travelling down your stomach and finally to the beautiful, tempting, untouched thing between your thighs. Your pussy.
He places his palms back over your hips, hands almost dwarfing you as he guides you closer - making you take a step towards him. 
"So no one has ever..." he starts, bringing his hands up to cup your tits. "Seen them, touched them?" he asks, rolling them gently, eyes flicking up at you.
"No," you utter, bottom lip bitten as you eagerly watch him palm your breasts. 
"Good," he murmurs, brushing his thumbs over the perk nipples. 
The action causes a hitch in your breath, his touch so unlike that of your own during late-night solo sessions - the feeling of another person's touch coating your body with goosebumps.
He leans in closer to you and presses a kiss into your rib, the faint contact of his lips on your skin making you shudder. Though, he doesn't pull away. He continues with a trail of soft kisses up the underneath part of one of your tits, lips grazing along the dome-like shape - eyes locked on yours.
He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it - tongue flicking over it leisurely between kisses. Shame and lust and excitement rise to heat your cheeks, and you drop your head backwards at the feeling, puffed lips parting as you squeeze your eyes shut. 
"Feel good, hm?" he muffles against the plush of your tit, moving to the other - giving it the same attention. 
You hum sweetly, mind blank. You bring your hands to rest on Bucky's broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the swell of his muscle as you use him for stability - thumbs brushing against the base of his neck. You straighten your neck to look down at him, watching the way his lips caress your nipples.
You glide a hand along the side of his head, teasing fingers dragging across his scalp as if to hold him there - like you were trying to keep him glued to you. But he pulls away, and you bashfully rip your hand from its placement in his hair. 
"Sorry."
Resting his hands on your waist, he looks up at you, turning his attention away from the wetness around your nipples. "For what?"
"Think I made it awkward," you whisper.
"When?"
"Now. Just then."
"You didn't," he assures, trailing kisses down the valley of your chest, working featherlight pecks along the top of your abdomen.
"No?"
"No," he confirms.
His hands stroke over your hips, palms light and tender as they caress you. He nudges you forward, making you take another step closer - his grip directing you and making you perch upon his thigh, guiding you to straddle it. 
His placement on your hips slips upwards, moving into a gentle but surely hold in the middle of your back. Like he was taking charge, doing the thinking for you - letting you turn your mind off. 
You loosely drape your arms off his shoulders. "I haven't..." you start, pausing as if to think of the words. "Done... this before."
"I know," he hums and leans in to place a kiss at the base of your throat, trailing them upwards - working up to your jaw. "Don't worry about it. I got it."
With one hand now on the side of your face, the other in its spot on your lower back, he pulls you towards him and rolls over into the mattress, holding you to him as he does so. He repositions you underneath him - hovering from above to your side. Almost cradling you with his lips resuming their previous spot on your throat. 
Bucky leisurely grazes his hand down your stomach, moving steadily towards your inner thighs. He's slow and teasing with it, making you wait - letting the anticipation build impossibly further before he finally slides to where you wanted him. 
He slides the tips of his two middle fingers over your cunt, the pads coating with a creamy sheen of your arousal as he gently parts your folds. Like the feeling of his mouth on your breasts, this sensation was so unlike that of your own. The foreign touch of another person is solely enough to elicit gentle dulcet noises from you.
He pulls his forehead from that spot in the crook of your neck, adjusting to glance down at you - his eyes low and lidded as he looks into your eager ones. Your pretty eyes so trusting and willing under his attention.
He teases his middle finger around your entrance, the pressure almost non-existent as he circles over it. Just slow movements as he watches the knitting of your brows - the rest of your features blissfully pulling together. He's being so softly dominant with you, every touch made with tender precision.
He eases his finger into your cunt, the thickness of it a slight stretch as he curls it up into you, hooking up against that spongy spot. He keeps it there, pressing a kiss into your cheek.
Ever so slowly, he begins rocking it into you - the heel of his palm rubbing nicely against your clit as he does so. He's patient, listening to your body, waiting for it to tell him what it wants. 
Even though you were inexperienced, that didn't mean you don't know your body - know what it wants. You've had years with yourself cultivating your likes, but you've just never had someone to fulfil them. You knew the things you need and where you needed them, and it happened that Bucky knew it, too. He knew it all without you having to voice it. 
His finger pumps into your pussy, the motion a slow, steady rocking, moving into you as if he was trying to familiarise you - get you used to the feeling of having someone else inside of you.
"Listen to how wet you are."
He drags along the inside of your cunt before easing out and bringing his finger up to you, showing you the ringed milky sheen above his last knuckle. He licks over the skin to lap up your arousal - like the act was muscle memory, a process he didn't need to think about.
Your eyes compliant and eager as you look up at him, darting over his face as if to process what had just happened. The warm, fluttery feeling of being indulged pushed you into a tizzy and the look on his face as he did it, expanded the need unbearably further between your thighs.
He coos softly and readjusts you up the length of the bed. Cupping the back of your head, he peels it from the mattress and places a pillow underneath - getting you comfortable. Taking the lead, taking care of you. 
Kneeling between your open thighs, he tugs off his tee, his upper body like everything you had pictured - rugged, sculpted, beefy, a true sight.
And he was on his knees, between your legs.
You lay there somewhat patiently, mind whirling as you watch his hands slip into the waistband of his plaid lounge bottoms, the slight force down on the fabric exposing himself to you. Your eyes rake down his stomach and to his happy trail, eager cock standing attentively below - the sight almost intimidating. 
The first real cock you've seen and sure to ruin all future expectations.
He hovers over you, his weight anchored on a singular hand beside your head - the other wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he guides his head closer.
"I'll go slow," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle, speaking mere inches from your lips.
You nod, the motion faint as you slip your hands into the sides of his hair, fingers skimming his scalp. Doing what you've read - doing what you've seen, not letting your lack of experience awkwardly taint the moment you've been waiting for. 
With his grip on the base of his cock, he nudges himself closer - his leaking tip pressing up against the warmth of your cunt. He pushes his head through your messy folds, collecting your arousal as if it were lube. 
Easing his head into your pussy, he stills, letting you adjust to the unfamiliar sensation - the stretch of your walls opening to accustom him. Keeping his eyes on yours, he looks out for discomfort, only to find none - your features clouded with lust and bliss and obedience. 
With your silent encouragement, he slips in a little more of himself - the girth of his upper shaft creating a mellow, tame burn in your cunt.
"Such a pro," he praises, moving the hand from his cock to place on the side of your face - his palm warm as it rests against your cheek, holding you. "S'good," he mutters, tone strained as he kisses under your jaw.
Your dulcet, sultry noises ring like music to Bucky's ears - the sounds like everything he's imagined them to be, if not better. The soft, breathy, whiney moans combined with the wet clicking of your cunt, egg him on more than he thought to be possible. More than he was used to.
He momentarily parts focus from your face, instead glancing down your stomach to look between your thighs, watching himself sink into you - the swallowing of your pussy pulling him back in for more. The creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. His new favourite sight.
Your eyes so full of lust and trust - everything about you in this position igniting something deeply possessive within him. 
And though you were still new to sex, he wanted to ruin you - obliterate your standards so that you keep coming back for more. He knew in his mind that was wrong, but when he watches your face knit with waves of bliss, he can't help but think he's not alone in that feeling.
He knew this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. And in your heart, you knew that, too.
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lwk hate this, but in my drafts so worth posting
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