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Mess Maker

Summary: Reader just wants some of Tony’s attention. What she gets is so much more. (Tony Stark x Female!Reader)

“Tony,” You whine, stepping into his lab to find him working away at his desk, “I’m bored.”

“Well, I’ll be done soon. Then we can watch a movie or something. Maybe go get some takeout.”

“Hm. You said the same thing almost an hour ago. I don’t think I can wait anymore,” you walk behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You whisper hotly against his ear, “My panties are so wet. I need some attention now.”

He stiffens underneath you, his back going rigid at your dirty revelation.

“I need to finish this.”

You tut, annoyed that he’d ignore your invitation for sex. When you don’t move to leave, Tony huffs and pushes away from the desk, making room for you. Your grin giddily when he unbuckles and unzips his pants, allowing his cock to spring free.

“I see I’m not the only one that needs attention,” You comment as you slip onto his lap and align him with your entrance. Sinking onto his awaiting length, you let out a moan and Tony’s own sound of satisfaction follows. Rolling himself back to the desk, he continues his paperwork as you relish the feeling of being filled. He won’t tell you but he’s having a hard time concentrating with your warm pussy surrounding his member. He can feel your walls clench around him every so often and it’s driving him wild. He doesn’t want to give in just yet.

Relaxing into him, your head nuzzles into his neck and your lips brush against his skin. Sometimes your tongue pokes out to teasingly lick at him. Time passes by slowly, between the feeling of being full of his cock and the sound of the rhythmic pace of his pen on the paper, you are lulled into a sleepy state. It’s interrupted when you feel Tony’s hips rut upwards.

“Up. Get up. I think you deserve a reward for letting me finish my work.”

He forces you to change position causing you to lift yourself from his throbbing cock much to your displeasure. It doesn’t last long before your back is pressed against his chest and his member is filling you again. The obscene squelch that reverberates through the room hints at just how wet you are. His hands bring your knees up, spreading you wider as he thrusts up into you. You cry out as he fucks you like you’ve been waiting for. The chair squeaks under the weight of both your bodies and the speed at which his hip rams into you.

With each pump of his cock, you feel yourself getting closer toward your end. All you can do is grip the arms of the chair for support as Tony fucks you relentlessly. His hips stutter signaling he’s close as well.

“You fuck me so good Tony. I love your thick cock.”

Your words send him over the edge. With one final stroke, he releases his load into you. His sweaty forehead falls against your shoulder blade as he tries to catches his breath. Although his thrusts are short and less powerful, they keep you just on the cusp of your orgasm, almost to the tipping point. Each time he pulls out slightly, a mixture of your juices dribbles out, falling onto the exposed chair seat beneath you and then to the floor.

Releasing one of your knees, his hand finds your clit, circling it. The creamy aftermath of your encounter makes it easier for him to work on your hot button. A strangled cry leaves your lips as your head falls against his shoulder.

“Cum for me.”

Pressing down hard, he sends you careening into euphoria. It takes over you harshly causing your legs to twitch and toes to curl. The spray of your climax coats the papers on his desk, soaking through the thin material. Your mind is fogged over with intense pleasure as your body relaxes. You can barely make out Tony’s voice as your body shudders due to the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Guess there’s more than one mess we have to clean up now.”

A/N: The gift is not mine; credit belongs to the original creator.

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3:15

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After hearing Bucky’s screams, you know you can’t just leave him alone.

Warnings: language, flangst, nightmares & PTSD, panic attack

Word Count: 4825

A/N: This is my entry for @sgtjbuccky and @jaamesbbarnes‘s Milestone Celebration. Congratulations to you wonderful writers; you deserve each and every one of us that you have! Also, a huge thank you to @bucky-smiles for helping me write parts of this and for dealing with my panic and one to my @angryteapot for always beta-ing. You guys are amazing!

The screams were unlike anything you had ever heard before: pained, caged, terrified. They were the screams of a man so deeply afraid that the only option was to panic. They were loud—unbelievably so; a noise you didn’t even know was humanly possible.

And they were coming from next door.

You were sleeping when they startled you awake. At first, you thought you were under attack—that someone was fighting—but then you realized that FRIDAY would’ve woken you up if that was the case and she was still silent.

But the screaming continued.

The voice was obviously male, and it wasn’t screaming as much as it was yelling. It was the kind of yelling that came from true physical or emotional pain: just a primal yell that everyone had if they were stressed enough to use it.

You’d never heard it before.

So, of course, you had to see what was wrong.

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Voyeur

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The story of how Bucky finds out he likes to watch.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut and basically no plot (but not completely plotless because I am weak), female masturbation, dom!Steve, sub!Bucky if you squint.

A/N: This isn’t a new fic, just a reupload of an old one that was flagged because Tumblr is dumb. Hope you guys enjoy the filth, please let me know your thoughts! :) x

(masterlist) / Ko-Fi?

Bucky Barnes is tired.

Put him in combat with some bad guys and he’ll get rid of them in a few minutes. Have him stake out hostile bases for a week and a half with only Steve to switch watch with? He’d rather spend all that time doing paperwork.

And listen, paperwork isn’t fun, not at all. However, there’s only so many hours you can spend staring at the same building deep in the Amazonian jungle. Bucky’s sure that even his vibranium arm has mosquito bites, and he’s quite seriously considering chopping all his hair off just in case he ever has to go somewhere as humid as that again.

He sighs as he closes his eyes, leaning back against the copilot seat of the quinjet. As much as he disliked the mission, he has to admit that they did a good job - nobody knew they were there, and they got as much intel as they could without actually infiltrating the facility - so it was good. Now, though, now it’s time to relax.

“How much longer?” Bucky asks around a yawn, stretching his arms wide over his head, feeling his joints crack.

“Jesus, you sound like you’re about to break.” Steve grimaces, spares him a glance from where he’s redacting the mission report. “System says about three hours.”

Bucky nods. “I’m’a take a nap. Wake me up ten out?”

Steve lets out a grunt in affirmation, and Bucky rolls his eyes before leaning his seat back and getting comfortable.

His eyes slip closed, the thought of a warm bed invading his mind before he falls asleep.

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“Y/N?” Steve calls out when they step through the front door. “We’re home!”

Bucky’s half asleep and grumpy, and all he wants is to take a hot bath and then curl up in bed with you and Steve to either side of him. He toes off his boots at the door, sheds off the many layers of his tactical suit as he walks to the bedroom, haphazardly ties his hair into a bun atop his head. His movements are sluggish, but he gets there eventually.

He staggers to a stop when he reaches your room.

Bucky’s dimly aware of Steve grumbling in the hallway behind him, cussing him out for leaving his clothes everywhere but picking them up anyway. He stumbles a bit when Steve walks straight into him, but only because he’s distracted. His clothes make a dull thump sound when Steve drops them, no doubt getting distracted by the same image.

That image is you on the bed, legs slightly spread and two fingers deep in your pussy, your pajama shorts pulled to the side as you work.

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I’m Right Here

Summary: As much as Bucky loves you and Steve with his whole heart, sometimes he just doesn’t like to share. REQUESTED!

Warnings: All of it– fluff, angst, smut. Fingering, Oral (F receiving), swearing, Y/N and Buck being little sneaks.

Pairing: Stucky X Reader, Bucky X Reader

Words: 2K

(@nomadsgrogers)

There was a room in the Avengers Tower which was larger than the rest. It had a living room with a large sectional and an even larger television adjacent to a kitchen which had a breakfast bar with three stools. There wasn’t much mess in the kitchen, only three half empty and mismatched coffee mugs in the otherwise clean sink. If one were to walk down the hallway, they would find themselves in a huge bedroom with a king-sized bed pressed against the far wall. There was a balcony door (which was often open to reveal a balcony garden tended to by all of the residents of the apartment) across from an en-suite bathroom with his and her sinks. The His sink was messier than Hers, two separate collections of hair products and cologne compared to the other sink which was well organized and shining.

In the bed, however, three people were cuddled under the blankets. One, a large blonde man was snoring softly, face down in a pillow with an arm thrown over the middle of a woman who was sprawled on her back, one arm under her head and her other hand intertwined with the metal of the third. Even in sleep, she was sure to make her boys feel loved and wanted and beautiful even in the face of everything they had done.

The third man, a man who had seen too much and had done too much to sleep well at night watched the rise and fall of his significant others shoulders and chest. The dark bruises which had been sucked into the muscle and soft skin of their necks and shoulders had since faded into a lighter blue colour. The man allowed his hand— flesh— to coast over the collar bones of his best girl, watching as goosebumps erupted over her skin and enjoying the way that even in sleep, he was still able to make her squirm.

His lips found the curve of her shoulder, chapped lips rubbing against her own freshly moisturized skin. The scruff on his jaw scratched her arm, a ministration he knew would eventually lead to irritation he would only pretend to feel bad about as he rubbed lotion into her muscles.

The woman’s eyelids fluttered briefly before she opened them, sleepy eyes landing on Bucky Barnes who smiled down at her and kissed her tenderly, breathing out through his nose before pulling away and brushing the tip of his nose against her cheekbone.

“Hey, babe.” You whispered, careful not to wake up the snoring giant who had you pinned to the mattress with one arm. Bucky’s dark eyes flicked up to watch your boyfriend’s shoulders raise slightly before settling down and squeezing you closer to his hot body.

“Hey, Doll.” He mumbled, kissing your cheek and then your jaw and nuzzling his face into the hot skin of your neck.

“What’re you doin’ up?” You whispered, raising your fingers and carefully brushing the long strand of hair which had fallen into his face behind his ears. He hummed and raised his head to kiss your palm. The moonlight which streamed through your window cast cool light over your faces and both of you swore that this was one of the most beautiful sights on Earth.

“The usual.” He mumbled against your hand. Your bottom lip pouted slightly before you raised your head and captured his lips with your own. He tasted like sleep and toothpaste. He coasted his flesh hand down the side of your neck over your shoulder and down to your waist, where his hand touched Steve’s and growled lowly.

“What’s wrong, love?” You asked, eyes widening with concern. His eyes were dark and in the night lighting of your room, you couldn’t tell if it was with lust or frustration.

“I miss you.” The grip he had on your waist tightened, and you sucked in a breath through your teeth. “I’m right here.”

“I miss havin’ you to myself.” He growled, glaring briefly at the pale arm wrapped around your waist. Your heart broke in your chest— Bucky usually had nightmares of the war, of the things he did as the Soldier, but sometimes, on nights like this, you would find him needy for you. He never usually spoke about these ones specifically, but you always knew it had something to do with you leaving him for Steve and cutting him out of your lives forever.

You smiled, sleep and lust making your movements slow but deliberate and your hand moved to grab the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer and whispering against his lips.

“Like I said, I’m right here.” He groaned quietly at your words, keeping the sleeping Steve in mind and pressed his lips to yours hungrily. He shifted lightly with the stealth only a seventy year practised assassin could have and let his hand coast under the edge of the blanket resting just above your navel. The elastic of your shorts was no restriction to his cold metal hand drifting under them, brushing his fingers lightly over your clothed core, making you gasp against his tongue.

“Shush, Kitten.” He mumbled, biting your jaw and pressing his thumb to your clit, circling lightly and making you bite back a whimper. “Don’t wanna wake Stevie, do we? He works so hard, we wouldn’t wanna take sleep away from him, huh?” His voice was a low timbre and you pouted at his words but nodded. He pushed the soft fabric of your rayon underwear to the side and pressed his mouth to your own to swallow the gasp that almost erupted from your lips. The cold of the vibranium fingers went up your spine and to your head so quickly it made you dizzy.

“Bucky.” You whispered, letting your eyelashes flutter closed as he pushed inside of you pulling them out the same time he brushed his thumb against your sensitive nub. He smirked against your cheek and curled his fingers against your g-spot (a place he was all too familiar with) and scissored them as he pulled out, stretching you just enough for you to want more. Instead of using words for fear of waking Steve, you gave a tiny roll of your hips and he pinched your clit lightly.

“Don’ be a greedy baby girl.” He almost growled against you, mirth and amusement shining in his eyes. You pouted and rolled your hips again, knowing you were being a brat, but loving the way his eyes darkened.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and your pussy clenched at the feeling of emptiness. Sure, his fingers weren’t as thick as his cock (which was hardened against your thigh already) but they were beautiful. They were long and thick and did such a great job of opening you up to take your boys.

He lifted his fingers to his lips and licked your slick from the metal, sucking teasingly on his middle finger before kissing you, and moaning at the way you tasted against yourself.

“Taste so good, baby. I would eat you ’n Steve for my last meal if I needed to.” He mumbled, slipping his hand under your shorts and continuing his movements. You could start to feel the coil of an orgasm tightening in your core, and you let out a breathy whine.

“What d’you want, Baby Girl, huh?” He asked, already knowing what you were going to say and moving down the bed, pulling the blanket over his shoulders. Your thighs spread in anticipation and he clicked his tongue. “Use your words, pretty thing.”

“Mouth, please. Sergeant, please.” You whispered, your eyes getting glassy with the way he was teasing you. The exhaustion added with the coil in your tummy added to the fact that him fucking you with his fingers while Steve was sleeping next to you made you desperate for release.

Instead of using words, he disappeared under the blankets, pulling your shorts down and pushing your underwear tot he side. You could feel his exhale against the inside of your thighs and they tightened around his head, signalling for him to just do something, already.

He pressed his tongue flat against you and you slapped a hand to your mouth to stop the cry that threatened to release from your throat. Your other hand made to rush down and grab his hair, but it hit Steve’s arm, making you tense up horribly and making Bucky stop. He knew you would eventually touch Steve, and he waited as Steve tightened his arm around you and moved his face to bury itself int he crook of your neck. After he had been still for ten seconds and once he had started snoring again, Bucky continued lapping at you, plunging two freezing fingers into your core once more and sucking harshly on your clit.

His ministrations continued for only a handful more minutes, and the pain of waiting for him to allow you to cum made you want to throw a pillow over your face and cry. When Bucky felt the muscle and fat on your thighs begin to shake against his ears, he tapped your hip twice, and you finally allowed yourself to see stars.

You didn’t need to worry about not making noise, as the orgasm that crashed over your body rendered you without a voice. Or breath for that matter. He worked you through your orgasm, lapping up any and all juices and kissing your pubic bone before popping up from under the blanket and grinning wolfishly at you.

“Hi.” He whispered. The grin he was giving you was bright in the moonlight and the gruff of his beard glistened with your cum. He wiped his mouth on the bedsheets before slipping from the blankets and standing, only leaving for the bathroom when he planted a kiss on your lips, tongue brushing against your bottom lip before pulling away.

You watched from your place on the bed and under Steves huge arm as your boyfriend brushed his teeth and rinsed it out with a glass of water. He then ran a soft, wet washcloth of his face before returning and cleaning you u the best he could without moving you or the blanket too much, watchful eye on Steve.

He climbed into bed once more, kissing you soundly and pressing himself hard against your side, head resting on the ruction of your arm to your torso and sighed.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He whispered after a period of silence. You only sighed happily and tangled your hand in his long, silky locks, scratching his scalp lightly and making him purr.

It was a few seconds of silence before you felt Steve shift and let out a harsh puff of air against your neck.

“For assassins, you two are really shit at keeping quiet,” Steve mumbled through a tired laugh, adjusting his arm to allow himself to fist his hand in the back of Bucky’s shirt. Your heart stopped briefly before thundering in your chest, blushing and letting out a nervous laugh. It wasn’t until then that you realized that both of your boys’ hard lengths were pressed against either of your thighs.

“You’ll get your turn, Punk.” Bucky murmured against your skin winking up at Steve who was already looking down at him from his place buried in your hair. “I’m expecting to, Jerk.”

“Goodnight, Fellas.” You laughed, waiting until their breaths had slowed to an even pace and Steve began snoring to allow yourself to tighten your arms around your boys and fall asleep yourself.

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front row seats

part two to listening party - please read warnings before continuing to read, don’t read if any of those warnings bother you.

summary: why listen when they can just watch? and maybe even... participate?

pairing: bruce x black!reader (18+ as always), avengers x black!reader 18+

wc: 3k (did this on mobile so sorry for no ‘keep reading’ tan)

warnings: NASTY NASTY NASTY!! Please be 18+!! age gap, exhibitionism (fuckin in front of the team), voyeurism (the team watching you get fucked), creampie yet again, crying kink again (bc i’m a submissive whore and love it when ppl make me cry during sex), choking, daddy kink, crude language, squirting, masturbation, rough sex, subspace, toe sucking (not a fan of it but wanted to try writing it lmao), oral (male and female both receiving), anal play, orgy tendencies

a/n: just noticed i reached 3000+?! wow, it still amazes me that i even have followers at all and lovely people who appreciate my work. i hope y’all know i mean it when i say i love y’all bc you’re encouraging a passion of mine, thank you so much!

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“Okay but before you head off to fuck the night away...can we watch this time?,” Tony was not afraid to be blunt. He said what everyone else was thinking

“Tony, you can’t just ask people to watch them go at it!.” Steve was completely appalled by Tony’s actions but he was hoping deep down you and Bruce said yes

“Well everyone’s thinking it! My ‘listening party’ file is filling up. I demand front row seats,”

“Okay.” You and Bruce look at each other and just shrug. They’ve heard enough to make a whole playlist- might as well give them a mental visual download.

Sam’s eyes widen and he sits up straight in his chair, “Woah, seriously?,”

“We’re comfortable enough with ourselves to put on a show,” Bruce’s hand rubbed circles on your back which had you leaning into him.

Bucky was the first to stand up, rubbing his hands together, ready to get this show on the road. “Well slather butter on my ass and call me a turkey, this is great!,”

You snickered and shook your head, taking Bruce’s hand to lead him to the bedroom, “Barnes, don’t ever say that again,”

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“But I want that seat!,”

“No, I sat here first!,”

“Natasha, mooooove,” Tony stomped his foot like a child before just deciding to take the chair from under her and sitting in it. This would give him a perfect view of all angles.

“I’m gonna find your listening file and delete it all!,”

“You wouldn’t dare!,”

“Would y’all sit down and shut up!,” Sam had taken a seat by the window that way he’d have a good side profile view of you. Thor sat with a beer in his hand beside Wanda at the left corner of the bed, Bucky and Steve sat beside each other by the closet, they were farthest away, but the view was still perfect, Natasha, Clint and Tony sat at the foot of the bed, lined up like three musketeers.

The bickering stopped when they heard a sweet whimper fall past your lips. Your back was against Bruce’s chest and you held a body wand against your sensitive clit, Bruce kissing your shoulders and neck while twisting, pinching and tugging your nipples.

“Want you to get your pussy nice and wet for everyone, okay dove?,”

Your hips buck up into the head of the wand as you turned the vibrations up, “y-yes Daddy,”

“Oh she kills me with that,” Tony sighs to himself. If only you were calling him that. Tony wanted you so bad, more than anyone else if he did say so himself.

“Keep playing with that pussy, baby. Get yourself all slippery and creamy for us,”

Your hands shook as the realization hit that you were actually being watched. It not only terrified you but turned you on all in the same breath.

“Oh she’s about cum already, I can smell it on her. It’s delicious,” Thor takes a swig from his beer and cleared his throat while his eyes remained glued to your glistening heat.

“Is he right, dove? You about to cum?,” Bruce pinched your nipples harder making your moans fall on their ears like a beautiful symphony.

“Gonna cum,” you confirm.

He flicked the switch higher and your legs shook harder as you fought your body to keep the wand against your clit. You were easily overstimulated but you loved it due to the euphoria subspace brings in the midst of it.

“Gonna be a good girl and show them how cute you look when you cum?,”

Everyone was still surprised with the way Bruce talked to you. So encouraging yet sweetly nasty.

They all had their eyes glued on you. Not sure whether to keep their eyes on your pussy or your facial expressions, an internal conflict they all had to fight because both were sinfully enticing.

Bruce’s hands pin your thighs down as you threw the toy to the side once you started to cum. Their jaws dropped when they saw gushes of clear fluid coming from you. Your body convulsing as gush after gush came. Squirting right at the foot of the bed where the three sat.

“Oh Jesus,” Sam whispered to himself

“This... is why I wanted a front row seat,” Tony pointed to the wetness on your comforter.

“I can die happy after seeing that,” Wanda whimpered.

Right along with Wanda, you whimpered as well as Bruce wrapped a hand around your throat and fingers entering your soaking pussy. The wetness was explicit as it made sloppy noises while he finger fucked you. You couldn’t catch your breath with him choking you, you didn’t want to.

“Harder, Daddy!,” wanting it all. You moved against his fingers and clasped your hands over his to get him to squeeze your throat harder. You wanted your pulse to pound like ceremonial drums.

Steve was entranced with the way your eyes fluttered. So genuine and overtaken with pleasure, he watched the way your little toes curled, you were about to cum again.

“Who wants to finish her off?,”

“Me!,” Thor shot straight up and moved across the bed. Everyone groaning at themselves for being too enthralled in you to realize what Bruce asked.

He removed his fingers and held them to his side

“Can I taste her then?,” Wanda asked, eyeing Bruce’s dripping fingers, she was parched and only you could quench her thirst.

Thor pushed two of his thick fingers deep in you. Seemingly already knowing how to make you explode.

“You’re so warm,” Thor sighed to himself. Tony was jealous. He wanted to touch you or taste you. Hell all of them did, but Tony? He was willing to fight for it, as childish as that might seem. You were like a siren and he was a sailor falling for your song.

Thor moved to the side so everyone could see him pushing you to the edge. Wanda looked you right in your eyes as she sucked you off Bruce’s fingers and it happened again, your eyes couldn’t stay open, it sounded like you had water in your ears as you let out a moan that could put wolves howling at the moon to shame.

“Yes, Don’t stop, little dove,” Thor encouraged. You were about to clamp your thighs shut but Bruce wasn’t having it.

“Be a good girl and keep that pussy on display,”

Tears began running down your cheeks already, a little smile showing on your lips as you began coming down.

“She’s a cryer? They’re my favorite,” Clint groaned to himself. He loved pushing his lovers the edge of ecstasy, he loved pushing them over that hill to get their minds blank, cumming so hard they cry.

He wanted to make you cry.

Thor retracted from you but not before placing a kiss on your cheek, “You really are a good girl,”

He took his seat by Wanda and sucked on a finger to experience your essence. It was like drinking sweet, refreshing cranberry juice on a hot day. He let Wanda suck you off his other finger and you shook at the actions.

You didn’t have time to comprehend it though before Bruce moved from behind you to position himself between your legs, knelt at the foot of the bed, right at Tony’s feet. Bruce pulled you closer until his nose nudged your clit and he laced his fingers with yours.

“You hungry?,” You teased. Bruce was a sucker for eating you out. He made sure to every time, he relished in your taste.

“Always,” you felt his wet warm tongue graze your clit and your nails dug into his hands. You were dripping, two orgasms prior, you couldn’t help it. Your legs were raised and toes curled as he buried his face in you.

Your toes brushed Tony’s legs and it sent blood rushing to the head of his cock. Your coral painted toes looked beautiful against your brown skin. He took your foot in his hand and massaged it watching you before taking his next bold step and sucking your first two toes in his mouth.

Your breath hitched and you sat up on your elbows, eyes wide, watching him suck on your toes like a fudge pop before it melted. It was a sensation you never felt before but damn it had you giving Bruce more arousal suck up.

“Daddy you eat my pussy so. fucking. gooood!,” your head fell back against the bed and you fucked yourself onto his tongue, “Especially while Daddy Tony sucks on my toes,”

Bruce has no idea what was going on behind his back but he gauged your reaction, realizing you must like whatever his best friend is doing to you, even if it’s new.

Tony kisses up and down your calf while massaging the soles of your foot. You were pushed to another orgasm when Bruce sucked and nipped at your clit and Tony sucked your pretty, clean toes back in his mouth. You looked him right in the eyes as you came. More tears rushing to your eyes and falling down your hot cheeks as you came with a loud cry.

“Fuck!,” you’re left panting and dazed. Bruce crawls over you and kisses the shell of your ear before whispering,

“Been dying to see you get sloppy while sucking another cock... so pick one,”

You’re in shock. This went from everyone wanting to watch to everyone getting a go at you. But hey, you weren’t complaining. Not like they all weren’t pining after you.

“Sammy,” you huff in a confident breath, “I want Sammy,” you said loudly.

He heard his name and his eyes widened like deer in head lights, “Sammy what?,”

“I want you to fuck my mouth,”

“You sure?,”

He knew you and Bruce didn’t have a label but shit you might as well. He didn’t want to cross boundaries.

“I let a literal God finger fuck her and Tony sucked her toes,” Bruce sat up off the bed and motioned for Sam to take his spot. He undid his pants in a flash and you got right to business. Your face in his lap, ass up in the air, everyone wanted to either eat you or fuck you.

“Nat?,” Bruce said from behind her. She didn’t even look at him, she was too into the way you were gagging, too into the way spit dripped down your chin. Sam was having a field day and he was about to cum easily.

“Yeah?.”

“Go ahead and get a taste,”

She crawled on the bed toward your waiting pussy, your inner thighs were shiny from your pussy dripping cum. You felt her tongue on your thighs and it was much softer than Bruce’s, it tickled almost. She moved her tongue against like you were a melting scoop of ice cream ready to fall off the cone.

Then she went for the gold and it had you gagging more on Sam, he didn’t even have time to warn you that he was cumming. He felt bad that it shot straight down your throat but you swallowed it welcomly. You could tell he had a balanced diet just by the taste and you loved it.

Natasha position herself right under you so you were sitting on her face. You were so caught up in the feeling of her tongue that you didn’t even hear Bruce tell Bucky to get a taste too. Bucky was a major ass kinda guy. Everyone knew he loved your ass, so it didn’t surprise anyone when he straddled Natasha amd his tongue met hers as he licked from your clit all the way to your ass.

“You guys are killing me,” you had your head hung low and a pillow clenched tight in your fists. Sam finally stood up, his legs still feeling like jelly, went back to his chair to enjoy you lose your sanity.

“She likes sucking fingers, do your best,” he slapped Steve on the shoulder and when you felt his strong hand gripping your face you fell apart.

“Open up, dove,”

You followed the Captain’s rules and happily sucked his thumb while he palmed himself through his lounge pants. He loved the way your lips wrapped around his finger. Sucking like your life depended on it. Then he removed his thumb and thrusted his middle and finger in, making you gag just to see those pretty tears. Your gagging caused your walls to tremble around Natasha’s fingers and the way she moaned against you had you leaning into Steve’s fingers more. Then you felt a cool, slick metal finger push through your tight ring of muscle and it had you rearing back from Steve’s fingers to face plants in a pillow as you cum again.

“Oh keep cumming for me, Dove,” Nat didn’t hesitate to slurp you up like the last remaining bit of a slushee. Bucky’s finger felt so good in you and he kissed your cheeks. Your body fell limp and everyone pulled back from you.

“Daddy I need you,” you really just needed him in your guts right now.

Bruce realized the only one who didn’t get anything out of you was Clint, but in all honestly Clint was fine with just watching right now, another chance would arise.

Bruce came back over to you cradling your body in his before moving you on your hands and knees so you faced the team.

“You okay? What’s your color?,” his hands soothes over your hot body and he easily calmed you down.

“Hot pink,”

Hot pink meant you were great and right on the edge of subspace. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your clit, collecting some of your juices on him.

“Fuck, look at you. You like it when I let the team have turns with you knowing they’ve been wanting you?,”

He didn’t even let you answer before plunging in deep. A deep gasp from you filled the room.

“You liked feeling someone else’s mouth on your pussy? Someone else’s finger in your ass, dove?,”

“Oh my God,” You bit your lip and let your head fall on the bed until you felt someone’s hand lift your face. It was Tony.

“Be a good girl for us and keep that head up, yeah?,”

“Answer him,” Steve commented

“Y-Yes yes!!,”

Wave after wave of tingles had your stomach coiling as Bruce had your hips in a tight grip, getting as deep as he can. He was so deep he hit your cervix, it hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt that had you ready to cum and maybe black out from so many orgasms.

“You liked having another heavy dick in your throat didn’t you? You liked feeling a God’s fingers deep in your greedy cunt didn’t you, dove? You love people relishing in your fucking taste? Huh? Is that why you’re so fucking soaked for daddy?,”

Your vision was a blur of tears, Tony moved his hand to your throat and squeezed, making you gasp. He loved feeling like he had power, “Answer your daddy,”

“Yes, yes I love it!,” your squeal echoes in the room and You have everyone either clenching their thighs or palming themselves to the point of blowing one.

“Oh, oh God, Daddy harder, I need it harder,” you begged, body ready to fall limp. You never could trust your strength in this moment because you did fall limp and Bruce laid right into you, fingers finding their way into your hair as he tugged.

“C-Clint,” you called out for him, “Smack me, please,”

Tony scooted back so Clint could kneel in front of you like a knight to a Queen.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry and beg,” he whispered, holding your cheek so gently but the slap he delivered didn’t match at all.

“M-more!,”

“She’s deep in it now,” Wanda whines, she could always tell when you were in subspace. Each time Clint slapped you, your pussy clenched Bruce tight, ready to milk him dry.

“Fuck, dove,” Bruce keeled into your ear, “You’re gonna make me cum baby,”

Bruce kissed all over your shoulders, spread your legs wide so he could see your pussy taking him in, he loved the way your ass cheeks and thick thighs rippled with each thrust he made.

“You let them touch you but whose good girl are you?,”

“Yours, Daddy. Only yours!,” you sobbed, “only your good girl, daddy,” hiccuping and ready to cum.

“Cum for me baby, be a good girl and let go,”

He kissed your wet cheek softly and for some reason that action pushed you over the edge.

You raise up in your palms and rear your ass back against him to hold him perfectly at that angle. The team shivers at the way your eyes roll back into your head, it puts a demon possession to shame. You’re whining and whimpering and shivering.

“I want you to cum in me, daddy. Pl-please,” you groan as he spanks your ass. He flips you over and pins your hands by your head. Your mouth is wide open in a silent scream as you see his eyes and neck turning green.

It should scare you, but it just has you opening your legs wider.

“Yes daddy!! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,”

He just about hulks out as he cums with a sexy roar that almost deafens you. You’re staring up at him with a teary smile until you cover your face and let out a wail.

“Fuck! Th-thank you so much,”

He removed your hands from your face and kisses your tears away. Loving the salty taste they leave on his lips, “you’re such a good girl.” He calms you down with sweet words and a nice bath while the others set his room up the way it was before. He soothes you into a nap and goes to find the others once he hears your gentle snores.

“My glasses recorded everything, can I keep it or is that too much,” Tony sat with a glass of scotch and a bulge in his pants.

“That’s a Y/N question,” he shrugs, “She’ll probably want to watch it with you,”

The others still sit around dazed that all of that really happened. Sam’s legs are still twitching, Natasha, Thor, Bucky and Wanda can still taste you on their tongues and they can only hope to get more.

“How would you feel about...,” Clint shrugged, “Each of us having our own little solo fun with little dove?,”

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listening party

summary: he can’t get enough of you and the others like to hear it.

word count: 1.9k

pairing: bruce x black!reader 18+

warnings: straight up smut, rough sex, Daddy kink, age gap (18+), exhibitionism(?), voyeurism(?), slight subspace (pls remember subspace is different for everyone so if the descriptions in this don’t match your experience- doesn’t mean it’s wrong) this... is just about to be nasty. i have a crying during sex kink so yeah that’s in here good

a/n: i want bruce to ruin me. that is all. also, this was very last minute so i am sorry if it’s not the greatest.

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“The rabbits are going at it again, I would not suggest going down that hall” Sam warned.

“I can hear them from here- what difference does it make?,” Tony scoffed.

You were the apple of everyone’s eye, but only Bruce caught your attention in that way. You found it amusing that everyone thought Bruce couldn’t keep hulk contained in bed but you hit them with the

“Who says Hulk isn’t present anyway?,”

There was nothing extremely exclusive about you and Bruce, no dating, nothing, just him rearranging your guts whenever you two were in the mood. Everyone knew not to go anywhere near you, despite them wanting a taste.

“Are we gonna have another listening party? or are we going to mind our business this time?,” Wanda played with a straw in her cup while the others shrugged.

“I don’t know, guys,” Steve shrugged, “Don’t you feel it’s a little invasive to listen in?,”

“Invasive my ass,” Bucky chuckled to himself, “This is the closest we can get to actually being with her and don’t act like you don’t blow a nice one when you finally head to your room,”

“Buck!,” Steve frowned and scowled at his best friend putting him out there like that.

“Plus I’m sure they know. Y/N is a fan of exhibitionism so,” Natasha smacked her lips and made herself comfortable in her seat on the couch. A comfy position where she could clench her thighs together and get enough friction that she even has a mini orgasm right with you and Bruce.

“Fuck!,”

Your voice rang through the room and Tony muted the television and sat with a bowl of popcorn in his lap

“Let the show begin,”

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Bruce pretty much had you in the shape of a pretzel, legs crossed at your calves and pushed towards your chest, the burn in your thighs was ignored as you felt Bruce deep inside.

“Hhhhhh,” you whined, “Don’t stop! fuck, please don’t stop!,”

You could never get enough of practically feeling him in your stomach. He loved watching the way your eyes rolled, he loved the way your breath hitched, he loved the way tears ran down your face because he made you feel so good you could barely comprehend it.

“You’re so fucking wet. Who did it?,” He couldn’t help but taunt you, knowing you were a good girl for him, always answering his questions despite his dick being buried deep inside you.

“You! Only you,”

“That’s right. That pussy is so wet it’s soaking onto my sheets,”

“S-sorry Daddy,”

You knew he meant it as a good thing but damn you couldn’t help but put on a show of innocence. You loved that he made you feel so small in these moments. You were a sucker for a greying, well established man who put you in your place and took you to ravish as his own.

“Look at that little pussy taking all of me in,” he groaned and you felt your walls spasming at that sound. If it were socially acceptable, you’d have his moans and groans set as your ringtones.

Bruce wasn’t abnormally huge but a good 7 inches had you swooning, especially since he was an older man that still knew how to use it.

“You’re gonna make me cum, again,” you sobbed.

Bruce smiled at your tear smeared face and hiked your hips up a little higher and that had you speaking in tongues, screaming so loud it echoed down the hall.

“That’s right, baby. Scream,” he grabbed your face in his hand and his eyes bored into your soul which was halfway fucked out of your body, “Look at me when you cum,”

“Yes yes yes!,” you wailed. You could barely keep your eyes open as your jaw dropped as your body gave in, succumbing to his ways and convulsing in an orgasm.

“Keep cumming. Love feeling your pussy pull me in,”

God, he looked so heavenly above you, hair on his chest, glistening with a layer of sweat. Your toes curled so hard they cracked and it felt like you were experiencing astral projection.

“Come back down, baby. I’m not done with you yet” he pulled out and looped his arms around your thighs to pull you right to the edge of the bed so he could bury his face right in your pussy so he could devour you until you see the planets swirling around the room.

Bruce had a skilled tongue, and the way he flicked your clit had you flinching away from him. Another pit formed in your stomach and had you grabbing for your breasts for leverage. Two of his thick fingers easily pushed in you, curling up and moving back and forth in a come her motion. It made you weak every time. Fingering was a big weakness and had you gushing each time.

“Bruce!!,” you looked down to see him smirking at you, you both knew he was your undoing, “just like that, just like that, don’t stop, baby please!,”

Your clit throbbed in his mouth and he slurped up everything you had to offer, “Fuck, I love how good you taste.”

He removes his fingers and pushed them past your lips, ever the sharer he was. Watching his pink tongue swirling around your pussy, kissing your chocolate lips, with his fingers in your mouth that were once covered in your juices until they coated your tongue had you cunning in no time. Both hands on the back of his head as you announced another orgasm.

“That’s it baby, let them hear it. Let them know who you belong to,”

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“Daddy, fuck!,”

“I told you they knew!!,” Steve hisses, “Now they’re gonna think we’re perverts for listening,”

“We literally get off on hearing them fuck- though I doubt they’re thinking that of us- they wouldn’t be wrong,” Tony adjusted himself in his jeans, and rested his head back against the back of the couch with a scotch in hand, “Little dove knows how much we wanted her so of course she’s gonna beg him to bang her brains out, it makes her loud and if she’s loud, we hear and if we hear, we crave her more. Attention greedy little sub- it’s quite cute,”

“How do you know she’s a sub?,” Bucky asks

“She’s a junior intern in college with a daddy kink. She’s had heart eyes for ‘Brucey’ ever since she walked through those doors. She loves older men, that’s why she likes to tease Tony too,” Natasha’s thighs clench at your pleas to be fucked faster, wishing she could just go get her strap and give it to you all night, “So I think it’s safe to say, little dove is a sub, a bratty one at that,”

Everyone knows of the times you’d purposely sass Bruce so he’d put you in your place, in front of everyone or not. No one really remembers how you two came to be, just one night they heard all the ruckus from Bruce’s room and the next morning you stalked out of his room, curls matted to your head, walking with a limp and marks covering your chest. You were grateful your class was cancelled that day.

“Choke me, Daddy. I need it- want you to feel my pulse pound for you... want you to f-feel it against your fingertips,”

Clint groaned and shook his head, “This girl is going to be the death of me,”

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“Thats right, little dove. Your pulse pounds for me and only me,” nose touching yours, your held his hand tighter around you neck, wanting to see the Big Bang happen right in front you, you wanted to be choked out so hard you saw the universe being created.

“You look so pretty smiling while my hand is around your throat, cheeks damp from me fucking those cute little tears out of you,”

Your teeth dig into your lip as you looked up at him, body moving back and forth m the sheets from the force of him fucking you relentlessly. Your eyes began lulling closed so he removed his hand, your back arching off the bed with a gasp big enough to create a whole new generation.

You saw the Big Bang right in front of your eyes. Seeing a bunch of pretty colors, adoring the creation of the stars and planets.

“Oh, God,” Bruce moaned to himself. He was close. He turned you on your side, you curled your legs into your chest for comfort as you were getting the life fucked out of you to the point where you saw all your future lives- the lives after this one.

“D-Daddy I can’t take it- not another!,”

Your body was preparing you for another orgasm but damn, you were spent, over stimulated, you’d fall right into subspace and it wouldn’t take much right now.

“Be a good girl and take it, dove. You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?,”

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“Y-Yes yes yes, daddy I d-do,”

“Oh she’s deep in it now,” Wanda smirked.

“That’s record time isn’t it?,” Sam looked at his watch. You two were going at it for a while before they decided to sit here and listen but by the sound of your shrill mewling, you’ve hit euphoria. They know just by your noises when you’ve hit subspace.

“Seriously just about to have a hand free orgasm because she... is killing me,” Tony ran a hand over his face and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I would be grossed out if I wasn’t in the same boat,” Bucky muttered.

Small mumbles of “me too” and “same” We’re heard from around the room.

“Cum in me, daddy. P-please!,”

“Oh God,” Nat hissed, hips bucking up into nothing

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“Want you to come for me one more time before I give you what you want, baby,” his lips kissed your cheeks and shoulder, soothing you, knowing you’re feeling a million nerve endings being set on fire in this moment.

You couldn’t even announce that you were cumming, the words wouldn’t come. You became incoherent while your ears began ringing. The rhythm of his hips stuttered as your pussy gushed all over him.

You couldn’t even hear yourself as you let out the cry of a banshee.

Bruce bottomed out to cum deep inside of you.

“Such a good little dove,” he have a hard thrust, making sure to get his seed deep inside you. His body fell on top of yours while you whimpered and shook in cold chills. Bruce wiped the sweat and tears from your face to hold

It in his hands and pepper kisses here and there, “you did so good, dove. I’m not going anywhere,” after a few minutes, he pulled out and just laid beside you, massaging the convulsions out of your body and giving you sips of a drink to hush your hiccups and replenish any energy your lost.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,”

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“I’m ashamed,” Wanda covers her face and walks away to her room.

“I’m not,” Tony shrugs, “That shit’s hot as fuck,”

“I’m... going to my room,” Steve rushed away and they all filed out one by one to their own rooms to either wash their shame away or add to it.

Tony say comfortably on the couch and chuckled to himself.

“Friday!,”

“Yes, Tony?,”

“Save the audio from Banner’s hall to the ‘listening party’ file, please”

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