Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x former military/mutant!OC (Kasey Eliades)
Series summary: Eddie and Kasey go to a Society of Professional Journalists holiday party together, and their insecurities threaten to tear them apart. Featuring an appearance from the one and only James Buchanan Barnes!
Word count:3,200
Author’s note: Title from the Bring Me the Horizon song of the same name (highly recommend checking out the lyrics). We starting off mostly fluffy and then dissolving into a deep pit of angst. I love sweetheart Eddy as much as the next gal, but y'all, where is the brokenness?? The ego?? The flaws?? We stan an imperfect relationship in this house. Also, Kasey has geokinetic powers as a result of military experimentation that I may cover in some future piece
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It was the perfect lazy Sunday morning, with no obligations and bright sunlight streaming in through the window blinds in Eddie’s bedroom.
Kasey smiled as she looked up at a still-sleeping Eddie. There he was, peaceful and sweet and dreamy in the early light that illuminated his full eyelashes, the soft lips she could never get enough of. Tattooed arms and inky-black tendrils encircled her waist, rising and falling with each breath she took.
She felt safe, secure. Home.
For a group that was well accustomed to, and even thrived in, chaos, these quiet little moments together were some of the ones they cherished the most.
Kasey sighed happily, savoring Eddie and Venom’s warm embrace for another few minutes before she untangled herself from them and slid out of bed.
She tiptoed into the kitchen, waving at the plants on the windowsill that swayed slightly as she drew nearer, her power stirring the energy inside them.
She opened the cupboards quietly, scanning for ingredients to make the perfect chocolate-chip pancakes to surprise her boys. She assembled everything in a few short minutes and had just opened a bag of coffee grounds when she heard her boyfriend shuffling across the living room floor.
She looked up and grinned at a half-awake Eddie, who had thrown on his tattered orange bathrobe over his pajamas. His hair was sticking up in all directions, and he gave her the kind of adorable, sleepy smile that softened every part of her, a visceral gratitude that they had wound up in each others’ lives.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Kasey said. “I was just about to put coffee on.”
Eddie yawned in response and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder as she turned her attention to the batter.
“Pancakes?,” he mumbled happily.
Venom’s head quickly popped out next to Eddie, his red tongue running eagerly over his teeth.
“With chocolate?”
“You bet.”
“You’re the best, babe.“ Eddie pressed his lips against Kasey’s cheek. "‘M gonna go check the mail.”
Venom was agitated. “But Eddie, she is making us pancakes!”
Kasey shook her head. “They aren’t done, V, and I don’t think even you would like raw batter.”
“We want a taste, now!”
Kasey rolled her eyes, simultaneously exasperated and amused about how the hulking symbiote so frequently behaved like a small child. She reached into the bag of chocolate chips, tossing a handful at Venom, who snatched them out of the air with a grin.
“Delicious. Thank you, sweetest.”
“You’re welcome.”
Venom then retracted back into Eddie, knocking him off balance as he flew from the kitchen to where Eddie was standing at the door.
“Jesus, V, would it kill you to be gentle?”
“Probably.”
Kasey chuckled as the door shut, perfectly used to their squabbling. She turned the coffee maker on and started dolling out generous spoonfuls of sticky batter, letting herself savor the resulting sizzle on the griddle and the delicious, comforting aroma that filled the room.
She had just started stacking a few finished products on the plate, slathering them in butter, when the door flung open.
“Eddie Brock is not cancelled!”
Kasey turned to see a grinning Eddie waving a piece of mail around.
“What do you mean?” she asked, flipping another pancake over.
Eddie rushed into the kitchen, pushing himself up onto the counter next to where Kasey was cooking.
“The Society of Professional Journalists for North Cal does a Christmas party every year. All the big names go and hang out, swap sources, get drunk. I normally avoid these things like the plague, but after everything with the Life Foundation and my very public lobster tank breakdown, I thought I’d be in permanent exile.” He smiled wide, rapping the card with his ring-clad knuckles. “But I’m back in the game.”
Kasey inwardly shared his relief. She knew how devastated Eddie was after losing his show, and she saw how frustrated he was picking up light-hearted freelance pieces that were a far cry from his normal investigative work. But he worked his ass off on them just the same, and she respected him for it. Hopefully, this would be a chance for him to get back doing the work he loved.
She slid another pancake onto the plate and abandoned her post, jumping up onto the counter next to Eddie to bring him into a big hug.
“Hell yeah, you are!” She pulled back to kiss him, smiling at the hum of contentment it elicited from Eddie. “I’m happy for you. Now this breakfast is a celebratory breakfast!”
Venom emerged, planting a deliberately sloppy kiss on Eddie’s cheek. Kasey giggled as Eddie wiped his face, but he was still grinning. It was endearing, seeing him come so alive.
“Yes, congrats, you are not such a loser after all, Eddie!”
“Thanks, buddy.”
Eddie placed a hand on Kasey’s thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against her sweatpants. “Will you come with me?”
“I thought it was a thing for journalists?”
“Yeah, but people bring their partners and spouses.” He paused, rubbing at the back of his neck, a particular nervous tic that Kasey noticed occurred whenever his ex-fiancé was about to come up in conversation. “I took Anne before. And I always feel better when you’re around,” he added hurriedly. A mischievous glint came into his eyes. “And I also selfishly wanna see you in a really hot dress.”
“Oooo, we cannot wait to see either and ravish you, pretty girl,” Venom purred.
“At least you’re both transparent,” Kasey replied. She dropped her head onto Eddie’s shoulder, interlacing her fingers with his. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt nervous about going. Particularly as Eddie’s first relationship after Anne.
She didn’t have anything against Anne personally,—well, except her telling Eddie he was incapable of love. Which Kasey had firmly told him was bullshit and just Anne lashing out at not getting the reaction she wanted from him. But Anne was a good person. Kasey just found it hard to not compare herself to someone that beautiful, that accomplished, that witty. Someone that Eddie had fully intended to spend the rest of his life with. Someone he had still been in love with long after she had dumped him.
On the whole, Kasey did actually believe him when he said he had moved on and that it ended up being for the best, that he thought Anne was more in love with who she wanted Eddie to be than the actual guy in front of her. But still, the tiniest drop of gnawing, insecurity-fueled doubt would sneak in every now and then. And this was one of those times.
Kasey kept her tone light, feigning nonchalance. “You sure I can hang among the sea of the well-educated liberal elite?”
“What, are you kidding?” Eddie asked incredulously, tilting Kasey’s chin up to face him. “You’re easily smarter than 90% of the people that will be there, myself included.”
“And if anyone is mean to you, we will rip out their brains so they can see just how stupid they are,” Venom added in a growl.
Kasey relaxed a little, reminding herself that Eddie Brock wasn’t someone who forced himself to do things unless he genuinely wanted to do them. He wouldn’t have asked her to go if he didn’t want her there beside him.
The corner of her mouth lifted. “Ok. I’ll go.” Her grin widened. “I too would like to see you looking all professional and extra handsome.”
“Is that so?” Eddie asked in reply, dropping Kasey’s hand so he could slide his along her waist. He leaned in closer and Kasey embraced the dopamine surge as she breathed in his familiar scent, deep and warm and distinctly masculine.
“Mhm.” Their lips met and she framed his face with her hands, deepening the kiss, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her as Eddie’s tongue slipped into her mouth.
BANG.
The two of them jumped apart, startled, before realizing the source of the noise was the now-empty plate of pancakes clattering to the floor.
“V, you seriously couldn’t have waited?” Eddie huffed.
Venom swiveled to look at his host, narrowing his normally wide, milky-white eyes.
“You two were too busy eating each other’s faces! I wanted pancakes!”
Kasey sighed, smiling. “And I’ll make more, V, don’t worry your pretty little gooey head.” She reached out her hand and Venom slid past Eddie and right into her touch, purring as she scratched at him like a cat.
Eddie grimaced. "You are one hell of a spoiled symbiote, you know that?”
Venom just flashed a toothy grin, sticking out his tongue in response.
“You’re just jealous because I’m her favorite.”
Eddie opened his mouth to retort while Kasey flicked Venom against the side of the head and quickly slid her palm over Eddie’s lips.
“No, no, none of this. We are having a quiet, happy little Sunday together. Be nice.”
“I’malways nice,” Eddie replied.
“I’m nicer,”Venom countered.
“You literally eat people!”
“Only the ones who deserve to be eaten!”
Kasey didn’t even bother to protest this time. She jumped off the counter, grabbing the plate off the floor before heading back to grab more pancake ingredients while the two continued bickering.
By the time she finished the next batch and loaded up three plates, the two of them had moved to the couch but were still at it – something about Venom wanting to go to the duck pond later to see if he could find a new friend for Sonny and Cher. She dropped their plates on the coffee table and took a bite from her own stack, pleased with the fluffy, syrupy final product.
“Thanks, beautiful,” Eddie and Venom said in unison.
A happy little Sunday, indeed.
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Two weeks went by in a blink, and suddenly it was the night of the SPJ party. Kasey was nervous. She took the day off, knowing she didn’t want to be rushed when trying to get herself fully dolled up – something she was relatively out of practice with. If she wasn’t in her chef jacket, she was either in activewear or some kind of flannel and t-shirt, her hair tied in a high ponytail or bun. Sure, she could do her hair and some make-up on date nights and throw on a cute top and a real bra, but this felt different.
This was a full-scale professional holiday party, with dignified reporters and networking and social scrutinizing. This was something that meant something to Eddie, and while she normally didn’t concern herself with the opinions of strangers (outside of her cooking), tonight, she wanted to make a good impression.
She sighed, thinking of what Eddie had told her.
“I took Anne before.”
Of course, Anne would have been able to mingle effortlessly, gorgeous and eloquent and charming as she was – no one would question why Eddie was with her, it would be apparent. Kasey bit at her lip, then swore when she remembered she had just swiped on a creamy nude color that was now a quarter missing.
“Goddammit.”
She grabbed the tube off her dresser and reapplied it in the mirror. Slapping her cheeks lightly in an attempt to fend off her sense of impending doom, Kasey took a few steps back to appraise her full reflection.
She turned slightly to admire the way the wine-colored dress clung to her curves, the asymmetrical cut across her thighs that showed off just enough skin, the muscle of her toned legs.
The sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder cut accentuated her breasts, and the dark mesh sleeves strategically only showed the faintest outlines of her litany of tattoos. Her long hair was done in simple waves, pulled back behind one ear to reveal sparkling studs. She finished the look with strappy black heels, borrowed from a co-worker.
She smiled. She had done it—she looked good, she looked sophisticated, and she felt pretty. Like she was worthy of being Eddie’s date to a gathering like this.
She clapped her hands, hyping herself up in the mirror.
“You are beautiful! You are strong! You are a Kelly Clarkson song! You have parleyed with hostile insurgents, surveyed genetic experimentation, and have been called up as a temporary Avenger! All before age 30! You can handle one fancy Christmas party with a bunch of strangers!
Kasey was pulled out of her pep talk by the rhythmic sound of knocking on her door. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she gave herself a quick hug of encouragement. Then she grabbed her jacket and clutch from the table, steadying herself as her heels clicked across the hardwood floor as she walked toward the door.
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Eddie was nervous. He’d been working tirelessly to rebuild his career over the past few years, and he felt like this was his first chance in a while to show his peers that he still had it. That he wasn’t just some washed-up nobody.
It was also the first real chance Kasey had to see him around other people in his field, and even though she repeatedly told him how talented she thought he was, he still found himself feeling like he had something to prove. He desperately craved the certainty that he was enough for her, that she could be proud of him. Andjusthim, just regular old Eddie, separate from the Eddie with the swirling vortex of extraterrestrial power inside him.
Eddie stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as Venom floated next to him. Feeling his host’s apprehension, Venom did his best to be encouraging:
“Eddie, you need to relax. We are going to be the center of attention, Kasey will not be able to keep her hands off us! We look great!”
“You’re just saying that,” Eddie grumbled, but he was secretly pleased. ‘Formal’ for Eddie was usually just a leather jacket and his least-faded jeans, but tonight, he figured he might as well look the part of someone in a prestigious reporter crowd. He’d attacked his normally disheveled brown locks with pomade to keep them neatly in place and pulled out one of his rarely worn suits from the back of his closet. It was a deep navy color, offset against a grey t-shirt underneath.
He looked down at his phone’s lockscreen (a candid he took of Kasey gleefully devouring a massive pile of nachos on one of their first dates) and saw it was 6:30, meaning it was time to grab his girlfriend and head out. This was one of those times when Eddie was extra glad they lived in the same building – he didn’t need to fight the end of rush hour traffic, and his hair wasn’t about to get messed up from his helmet.
“Ready, bud?” Eddie asked the symbiote, who bobbed his head vigorously in response.
“Ready!”Eddie grabbed his jacket and walked to the door, waiting before Venom had merged back into his body before he exited and walked down the hall to the elevator.
His anxiety morphed into curiosity as he got off on Kasey’s floor, wondering what she ended up deciding to wear. He had asked a few days earlier, but she had said she wanted it to be a surprise.
Always in sync with his host, Venom filled his head as Eddie approached Kasey’s door, knocking in quick succession.
“This is the most exciting part of today! We have never seen our Kasey in a dress! We already cannot wait to tear it off her.”
Eddie chuckled. “Easy there, Casanova, we still have the whole night ahead of us.”
But then Kasey opened the door, and Eddie was instantly on the same page as Venom. He thought his heart physically skipped a beat or three when he saw her standing there so pretty, so damnsexy. For him.
His wide eyes drank in every part of her, roaming over her breasts, her curves, her thighs. He was always attracted to her, but seeing her this girly was really doing something to him. He forced himself to focus on her face and that the two of them needed to leave, fighting against the growing hardness between his legs.
Venom, on the other hand, could not give two shits about the party.
“Eddie, take her. Now. Look at that beautiful, delicious flesh, just begging for us to taste it.”
“Later, V, definitely later,” he muttered, still awestruck at the stunning woman in front of him. HisKasey.
Kasey didn’t have to hear Venom to get the context of Eddie’s response – judging by the way Eddie was looking at her, the faintest hint of swirling black and white just around the edges, she could tell her boys were happy with how she looked. Veryhappy.
Eddie exhaled, taking Kasey’s hand in his and guiding her into a twirl so he could see her from every angle. shaking his head slightly with a lopsided grin. “You are …”
“Thank you,” Kasey replied, grinning. She ran her hands up his chest, eyeing him up and down. “You look so, so good. How lucky am I to show off the hottest reporter in North Cal?”
She meant it. He had put something in his hair to keep the normally disheveled points in check, and he swapped out his rumpled hoodie and jeans for a crisp grey t-shirt underneath a fitted navy suit, one that made his ocean-blue eyes all the more prominent. Kasey smiled slightly at the sight of his usual bracelets peeking out under the sleeves, the scuffs on his brown sneakers. Still her Eddie.
Venom grinned as his humans kissed, sidling up to Kasey and sneaking a tendril underneath where Eddie’s hand was around her waist.
“I helped style him! Much better than those sad, sweaty t-shirts.”
Eddie pulled back, swatting at the rippling black form.
“Dude, you don’t wear clothes, don’t pretend you’re qualified to give fashion advice.”
“I still have eyes, idiot. And we look great. Our Kasey looks great. We should do something about that.”
Suddenly, Venom’s tendril was caressing her ass, sneakily creeping up the back of her dress before Kasey dragged him off.
“Nope, nope, not now, V.“ She lowered her voice, relishing how Eddie’s grip on her hips tightened in response. "Like this one said, later.”
“100%,” Eddie breathed out, lust straining his tone. He kissed her again, and pulled back, grinning and a little dazed, as he grabbed her hand. “You ready?”
“Mhm.” Kasey turned her attention to Venom. “V? before you disappear, remember that tonight is about Eddie, ok? So best behavior. From both of us.”
“Fine,”Venom conceded. For you, sweetest. But he better find me chocolate for my silence.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Once Venom was out of sight, the two walked out the door and down the hall, the reassurance of their intertwined fingers bolstering both of them in the deepest places where their hurt and fear lived, unseen.
summary:marc sees the world in your eyes. too bad he doesn’t realize that you see the exact same thing in his.
a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* listen as much as I love writing some toe-curling, nail-biting marc smut, it was time that I write a next-level fluff/angst fic for him (because he deserves all the love in the world). I have a ton of asks that I promise I am getting to, along with my mr. knight smut, it’s just taking me a lil’ bit. also, I have no idea why this took me so fucking long to write?? so, here it finally is, enjoy x
warnings:YEARNING to the max; this shit is angsty; pining (marc thinks it’s one-sided, but it’s not) readers still oblivious??; mentions of abuse; swearing; self-deprecation; fucking pain; but lots of fucking fluff; they’re so in love; steven grant: wingman of the year
And Marc knows pain. He’s experienced it in all forms; has seen it manifested into everything he’s known, and everyone he’s loved.
He’s felt the ache of being on the brink of death and the guilt of still being alive. He’s felt the loss of his brother and the torment of his mother’s wrath. He’s felt the sting of his actions as a mercenary, and the numbing of his mind through Khonshu’s control.
Butthis is new.
Because your presence is painful. Yes. But his love for you is debilitating.
religion’s in your lips, the altar is my hips (17006 words) by mssimmonsfitz Chapters: 7/7 Fandom:Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa, Skye | Daisy Johnson & Daniel Sousa Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Daniel Sousa Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut?, idk?, Established Relationship, Bondage, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, daisy has a thing for suspenders, and Daniel has a thing for her dress, dousy, Sousy, Daisysous, Voyeurism, Fingering, Shower Sex Series: Part 3 of teeny-tiny dousy drabbles.Summary:
summary:marc sees the world in your eyes. too bad he doesn’t realize that you see the exact same thing in his.
a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* listen as much as I love writing some toe-curling, nail-biting marc smut, it was time that I write a next-level fluff/angst fic for him (because he deserves all the love in the world). I have a ton of asks that I promise I am getting to, along with my mr. knight smut, it’s just taking me a lil’ bit. also, I have no idea why this took me so fucking long to write?? so, here it finally is, enjoy x
warnings:YEARNING to the max; this shit is angsty; pining (marc thinks it’s one-sided, but it’s not) readers still oblivious??; mentions of abuse; swearing; self-deprecation; fucking pain; but lots of fucking fluff; they’re so in love; steven grant: wingman of the year
And Marc knows pain. He’s experienced it in all forms; has seen it manifested into everything he’s known, and everyone he’s loved.
He’s felt the ache of being on the brink of death and the guilt of still being alive. He’s felt the loss of his brother and the torment of his mother’s wrath. He’s felt the sting of his actions as a mercenary, and the numbing of his mind through Khonshu’s control.
Butthis is new.
Because your presence is painful. Yes. But his love for you is debilitating.
It’s a sort of wound that comes from no physical injury. It’s not jagged and bloody, nor is it scarred or scabbed over. It’s not a grotesque bullet wound or a deep gash in his side. Simply, it’s a brand on his heart. One that cauterized itself on a random Tuesday morning when his eyes found yours.
And realistically, he should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve been able to sense it sneaking up on him ever-so-gently over the horizon. The rise of realization. The breaking point.
Realistically, Marc knows it was bound to happen. One way or another.
He was just never good with that sort of thing.
In his defence though, the whole moment happened in an instant. It was so quick, that he had already been swept off his feet before his mind could cement itself back to his body.
And maybe if it was better timing, maybe he could’ve prepared. Maybe he’d get the chance to be ready at the bridge with Khonshu’s armour. Have the time to shield himself before the proverbial sand storm ripped through everything.
But timing wasn’t Marc’s strong suit.
He never understood why it happened then. Why, out of all the time in the world, the universe had selected that exact—incredibly average—moment.But it had.
The two of you sat on the floor of his hotel room, splitting cheap room service breakfast and enjoying each other’s company as dawn broke behind the pyramids. The interaction was a comfort to him. Enough where he could let his guard down for once as you both sipped at your coffees and snacked on fresh fruit. It was something you had done a million times before, and would probably do a million times again.
But then you smiled at him.
This time, it wasn’t your usual smile; it wasn’t the typical snarky tick of your lips. It was lazy. Mellow. A gentle smile that slowly crept up to the ridge of your nose and the curve of your eyes. And when his gaze caught yours—when you gave him the softest, most intimate look he’s ever seen in his life—it all fell apart.
You hadn’t done much. And in hindsight, you never needed to.
Because, looking back on it, he was gone for you long before that morning. But it was at that moment he had decided you had the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. It was also then that he realized how very badly he wanted to taste the coffee on your tongue.
And he almost did it. He almost swooped in and kissed you with just as much tenderness as your eyes offered him. But it didn’t take more than ten seconds for Marc to realize that no matter how badly he wanted you, he couldn’t have you.
He would never let himself.
Marc was broken. Irreparable. An empty carcass of a man that wasn’t anything more than an abundance of self-hatred and trauma. He was a pathetic comparison to you. If he was the moon, then you were the sun. You were so far away, and so beautiful and bright. And he just lived in your shadow. Watching from the dark; pining over something—someone—he could never reach. Someone that was never meant to be his.
And it was truly idiotic of him to think he even had a small chance. Even if it was for a few seconds…
Because he wasn’t worthhaving.
He can love you, and he already does with every fibre of his being, but that’s not enough to make you stay. Because you have to love him back.All of him. Every sharp edge and splintered crack. Every piece of him you could cut yourself on, you would have to love completely. Wholly. Without any doubts or fears. You would have to love him the way he loves you.
And Marc knows that’s just too much to ask.
So he moved on that morning, and every day after, acting as though he hadn’t had the biggest revelation of his life. As though the way he felt didn’t matter in the slightest, and that his heart didn’t betray him every single fucking chance it got.
But you had made it so incredibly difficult these past few days.
Pretending was his biggest strength. He could fib until he was blue in the face; could bluff until he believed any lie to be true. But every time your eyes searched for his, every time they softened in his direction, and every time you gave him that smooth smile, his resolve would crumble.
Like clockwork, you took a hammer to the cavity of his heart and smashed down the walls. You’d break everything with ease until it all fell in a giant pile by your feet. And when he built them back up; gluing and haphazardly tacking them back together, you would simply tear them down again.
In those moments of defeat; in the times when he was far too tired to rebuild the fortress, he’d be stuck wondering.
Thinking.
Entertaining the smallest possibility that there’s something else hiding behind your eyes. That past the galaxies—all the nebulae and stars—he’d find a home, made just for him. A place that assured him that he was welcome. That he was wanted. That you lovedhim.
And it was when he wondered when he had the time to mull over every late-night fantasy, that he just ended up hurting more.
But he assumes there’s a point where he has no one else to blame. Because he’s the one who keeps doing this to himself. He’s the one on his knees, praying to whatever’s out there to just take him out of his misery already. To show him some kind of mercy. Not that he deserves it. He knows he doesn’t. But you do. You deservemercy.
You don’t deserve the burden of being what he lives for; of being his salvation. You’re more than just a lifeline.
Unfortunately, his soul had already decided that he needed you.
Holding himself back was a daily battle. One that left his heart contracting and his mind torn to shreds. It was a battle that gave him scars. Each night, he’d find a new scar in the constellation on his body. And every morning, it was accompanied by yet another one. Darker in colour. Bruised beyond anything.
A never-ending cycle.
Hehated himself for falling. Hated how easy it was; how little effort it took to gravitate towards you. He was like a pebble in a flowing river, constantly moving and being thrown around as he aimlessly barreled toward the lake. Marc lacked any sort of self-control when it came to you.
And he hatedit.
But not you. Even after all those times he convinced himself he should—for both of your sakes—he could never hate you.
Never.
11:20 pm.
You could never hate him.
But he could certainly hate you.
At least, that’s how it seemed. But there really was no other way to perceive it, was there? Marc had been ignoring you. And he had no problem in hiding that fact.
You weren’t sure if it was something you said. Whether you offended him or he just realized he was better off on his own. Regardless, he was ignoring you. Every joke, every small bit of conversation you tried to ignite would be shut down with uncharacteristic “hm’s” and a quick turn of the eyes.
It was almost like you disgusted him in a way. And that thought absolutely ruinedyou.
You felt stupid. Silly. Completely unlike yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You were heartbroken. And, really, there’s never been a light way to explain that kind of pain. It just was. You had already cried yourself to sleep over this. Had already imagined every possible reason why this was happening; why he was suddenly acting like this. But every time you got settled into bed, you couldn’t focus at all. Because of course, the guy you had to fall in love with had to be a massive jerk. Of course, the universe and all the gods had to do that to you.
It was just your luck.
But you should’ve seen it coming. It’s your fault for falling so easily. For thinking—wishing—that something good was finally coming to you. It was too good to be true and you just never picked up on that. It was your fault for interpreting the way Marc acted with you as something else. You two were friends, yes. But nothing more. Never were, and never willbe.
But you’ve always been naive. Too naive.
Because at the end of the day it didn’t matter that you loved his eyes. It didn’t matter that you had seen yourself in universes and worlds with him. You had convinced yourself the two of you walked on the tightrope of friendship and more. So set on believing that you actually would fall together; into each other, like all those happy couples you see walking the street.
But you were wrong. About all of it. Because it doesn’t matter that you feel that way. He doesn’t.
He doesn’t see your eyes the way you see his. He doesn’t love you the way you love him.
And you just have to accept that.
Though it would definitely be easier to accept that in your sleep. If you even could fall asleep.
It was one of those nights where you were just far too uncomfortable to get situated in your bed. The pillows weren’t cool against your cheek and the sheets were scratchy against your legs. There was no breeze sweeping through the open window, and the air had gotten increasingly more muggy over the past hour.
Sweat stuck to your forehead as you tossed and turned; desperate for your limbs to relax and your breathing to slow.
But you couldn’t.
You couldn’t possibly try to focus on anything other than the heart you ripped out of your chest and left on your bedside table. It would’ve been an ugly sight if your imagination was real. If that were the case, it would sit in a puddle of blood and mourning. Exposed and in misery as it convulsed in time with your anger.
You felt like a petulant child. A kid that didn’t get to have what they wanted, and so, they resort to throwing a tantrum. A physical display of their frustrations and raging emotions.
A tantrum.
Your head turns to the clock beside your head.
11:25 pm.
You’re out of bed before you can even think. Stuffing your feet into your slippers you walk over to your bathroom mirror. There’s a scowl on your face, eyes cast dangerously low in mock threat. Your breathing runs ragged. Heavy. You’re upset. Royally pissed off.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
You tuck a couple stray strands of hair behind your ears before throwing open your hotel door. It slams shut as you inhale deeply, stomping over to Marc’s room.
He’s down the hall from you. A couple doors away to the right at the end of the corridor. Luckily, it’s out of the way. Out of sight, out of mind from the other guests who would surely kick you out the second, you gave him a piece of your mind.
Banging your closed fist on his door, you wait a couple seconds. The sound of blood flowing thrums in your ears filling the empty, late-night silence.
There are some muffled noises—the soft padding of feet and the squeak of the doorknob—and then Marc opens the door.
You both stare at each other. Sizing the other up for entirely different reasons. “…is…everything okay?”
“How ‘bout you tell me, Spector. Is everything fuckingokay?”
You shove past him, barging unceremoniously into his space. His eyes grow to the size of full moons as he follows your pacing. The way you swiftly move back and forth from the balcony to him. You seem resentful, far more irritated than he’s ever seen you before. Then he’s ever wanted to see.
And he can tell that this won’t end well. He might not be the smartest man alive, but he’s perceptive enough. He’s been taught to pick up on reactions and situations way before they unfold. So as you grimace at him—as he watches the unfamiliar fire smoulder in the eyes he loves so much—he can’t help but feel the bubble of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.
Oh, this definitely won’t end well.
“Why are you ignoring me?” You snap. Marc, like the idiot he is, just stares right through you. You cross your arms and meet him in the middle of the room. “Did I do something wrong? Did I—did I offendyou?”
“Wha—“
“Why the fuck have you been ignoring me, Marc?”
It’s right then and there when he realizes what you’re asking. When he realizes that you know. That you’ve figured him out completely.
He doesn’t respond. Truly, he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how he could answer your question without revealing everything. The constant fear he has of acknowledging his feelings nags at the edges of his consciousness. The words are trying to claw themselves out of his throat; rip through his vocal cords and float through the air. But he holds his breath. And for now, the words stay stuck in his mouth.
You’ve begun to quiet down, to an extent, as you wait for Marc to speak. And although he remains quiet, the tension—though it remains incredibly heavy—slowly dissipates the longer you stare at him.
The fact annoys you even more.
Because you want to be mad at him. And, to some point, you still are. But you’re also just sad.So fucking sad.
“Look, Marc, if I said something…if I hurt you somehow, I’m so, so sorry.” Your lip suddenly and unexpectedly quivers and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Marc’s focus shifts to your change in demeanour. And within seconds, he feels his heartbreak. He feels the internal fortified cage begin to crack beneath its own weight. You sniffle, and he winces at the sound.
Taking a shaky breath, you pull your arms tighter over your chest; taut until there’s no room to breathe. Until you’re as small as possible. “I just want you to talk to me. So…if you could just…if you could just cut the horseshit that’d be fuckinggreat.”
You wipe at your nose with the back of your hand and look away in embarrassment.
You’re exhausted. That much is clear. The bags beneath your eyes and the way your mouth falls are all clear indicators that you’re in pain.
You’re in pain because of him.
Which is exactly what he was afraid of.
I didn’t want this to happen.
“What?” You cry in confusion. Another sniffle. “What do you mean by that?”
He realizes then that he spoke out loud. His body had betrayed him once again. Unknowingly, Marc had opened the floodgates. Everything had been released, slipping away further and further away from his control.
You were so much closer now, face mere inches from his. Your eyes search his. And he gulps in a feeble attempt to gather himself.
“I meant that…” He takes note of the way the tears have glazed over your eyes and he grits his teeth. “Can’t handle seeing you cry, honey.” Marc shakes his head and tries to step back from you. “I’m sorry…”
Your hands cling to his forearms, slowly easing him back to you. The aggression in contrast with the tenderness makes him stop in his tracks; makes his breathing begin to stutter. “Marc…what’s wrong?”
He shrugs lightly, looking in the direction of the mirror beside the bed. He anticipates seeing Steven. To find some familiar comfort as he dangles above dangerous territory; as he dangles before you. Except he doesn’t find him. Instead, he’s just met with himself. Just his own reflection.
Andyours.
Even in the reversed distortion of the glass, you’re gorgeous. Other-worldly. He can see the way you look at him with intent; with both trepidation and determination. Even when he won’t meet your eyes, you give him all of your attention. You’re special that way. You make people feel special that way. So, if it were different circumstances, he would be preening beneath your gaze.
Time almost seems to slow when he actually looks your over. Fully. For the first time that day, really. From here, he can see you from another angle. In another light. It reminds him of how he sees you when Stevens fronting and he can stare in peace. When he can admire you from afar without any repercussions. Without any worry or fear.
Though he typically hates not being in control of his own body, most recently the reflections have been his closest friend. It’s the one time when he can allow himself to feel. When he doesn’t have to think about reality. When he can live in his delusions without judgement.
It’s a kind of freedom he doesn’t have anywhere else.
Except, he’s looking at your reflection—at you—now. He’s not hiding behind a barrier, not shielded by the safety of the unknown. He’s just there. Standing in front of you; present in front of you, with painfully obvious adoration all over his face.
Your hair is thrown up onto your head, and your shirt hangs over your left shoulder. You look partially unkempt. Messy. Natural. You look beautiful. The kind of lovely people can only dream of. And here you are. Looking at him in the mirror.
Shit.
He watches his mouth gape open and close like Gus, far too shocked to process what he’s witnessing. You’ve caught him in his dream. In seconds you stripped Marc bare until he was presented to you in just bones and muscle.
And sure you’ve never noticed before (at least he hopesso).But this? There was no way to get around this moment. There was no way to explain himself; excuse his actions and apologize in advance for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation.
He watches his mouth fall open again as he breathes in a gust of air. He goes to speak, but his throat is bare. Raw and sore and unable to form words. But then he’s watching your eyes drift from the mirror, up to his arm then to his face. You move so effortlessly; like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like looking at him is the only thing you want to do.
He feels it in his fingertips first. There’s electricity there; trickling up his veins through his arms and into his neck; down his chest and into his legs. His body, from head to toe, feels numb as he studies your expressions. He closely watches as a softness forms in your eyes and your lips turn into a small smile.
You’re looking at him. Actually looking at him.
And really, it’s no different from the way you always look at him. It’s just…he’s seeing it differently now. If he was anyone else—an outsider looking in—he’d assume with the way the two of you are wrapped up in each other, you were lovers. Two people with an innate connection that couldn’t fool anyone.
Something he’s wanted for a longtime.
Marc’s immediate response is to dismiss it. Pretend, yet again, that what he’s seeing isn’t real. It’s just his imagination. Matrixing, or whatever the fuck people call it.
But it’s difficult to brush it off. Especially with the way you’re looking at him.
“Marc,” you whisper. He can feel your breath on his neck; can feel the slight shake of your arms against his sides. You’re nervous.
So is he.
But something—someone—wills him to look down on you. Your mouth purses in shock at his confidence, as you come face-to-face with his dark brown eyes. They bore into you, yet they calm you all the same. You both reason, at the same time, that there’s no going back now. You lean into him. So much so, that his nose brushes against yours and your eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Your hands have come up to hold his shoulders, steadying yourself so as to avoid falling to your buckled knees.
And then he feels a push. It’s a gentle shove, a twist of his feet that aren’t his own actions, that makes his mouth collide with yours. The two of you stay there for a moment pressed into each other, eyes blown wide as you remain frozen in place.
It’s awkward and uncertain at first. But then instinct kicks in, and any confusion or hesitation you had left your body with a content sigh. Your hands smooth themselves over his arms as you gently move against his mouth; giving in to him as he touches your face.
He kisses you. Again, and again, and again. His lips glide over your bottom lip, tug at your top lip and peck at the corner of your mouth. He takes his sweet time exploring you. Exploring what you taste like. How you feel against him. How your kiss is better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.
All the while, he holds you in place. He cradles you as though you’re fragile like you’ll shatter beneath his touch. One wrong move and you’ll disappear.
But as your grip tightens on his body—as you pull him even closer to you; breath fanning over each other’s face, eyes screwed shut as you allow yourselves to finally feel everything you’ve ever wanted to—he understands that you aren’t going anywhere.
Marcloves your eyes. You lovehis.
And although it may have taken a while to get here, it’s better late than never.
hey yall im getting a lot of asks and comments about stacys mom and i promise im going to finish it. im currently taking a break right now but i promise ill get to writing again soon but plz have patience with me.
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Being roommates with Bucky has its benefits; it also has its conflicts.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+, angst, pining, sleepy times
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: ouch my heart
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You trotted down the hall in the darkness before coming up to Bucky’s door. You felt a bit guilty, he was probably sleeping peacefully but your selfish ways craved his touch again. You always sleep the best in his arms.
You gently opened the door feeling the cold breeze against your bare legs. Bucky always slept with the window open and hardly any clothes. His body was always so warm and hot, you were pretty sure that was the reason you slept so good with him.
“Bucky?” you whispered; he didn’t move.
“Bucky,” you gently move his leg.
He stirred in his sleep, breathing sharply in through his nose. His eyes fluttered open landing on your cold form. He sat up tiredly but for you, he’d always get up for you.
“Y/n,” he whispered, resting his warm hand high on your thigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t sleep,” you told him.
“Uh… here,” his voice was deep and raspy.
He moved the sheets from his body and you climbed over him fitting between his large body and the wall where his bed lays. You instantly cuddled him letting him slot his thick thigh between yours and wrapping your arms around his torso.
Bucky couldn’t help trail his hands underneath your shirt raising goosebumps to your skin, softly kissing your forehead. You too couldn’t help yourself, you never could. Your lips pressed softly against his chest squeezing him tighter to pull him closer.
“You always look so pretty in my bed,” Bucky grinned, making you chuckle. Bucky has always been a flirt with you but that’s all it was. Meaningless flirting to get in your pants; and it worked, many times. But your selfish cravings keep coming back. Like now.
You can’t even sleep without being with him, but there he was, sleeping peacefully without you. You wished he could feel for you what you feel for him. But that’ll never happen. You’re just a benefit; and truthfully if this is all you can have, you’re ok with that. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, pretending like you’ve done this countless times with love but it’s simply chaste.
No real love or even like reciprocated.
“You want me to fuck you to sleep? That why you came knockin’ on my door?” he whispered huskily against your lips.
You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you. His thigh tensing under you, pressing against your center making you moan softly. He tilted your head with his hand pressing his lips to your gingerly. Unknown to you, he would never admit to it aloud, especially not to you directly but he couldn’t help those butterflies he got whenever you sneaked into his room begging for his touch. You were so oblivious to the power you had over him; he’d do anything for you.
You crawled over his body straddling his waist and pulled your shirt over your head quickly. Bucky’s eyes went straight to your chest as did his hands, kneading the soft flesh pulling faint moans from you.
Bucky grew hard underneath you and your body shuddered at the feeling of his dick poking your center through his boxers and your panties. Your hips grinded over and over again, wetness pooling between your thighs. Bucky groaned and moaned at the way your hips felt over his aching cock.
You briefly climbed off of him discarding your panties as Bucky quickly grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer. He pumped his cock for a bit, getting achingly harder as he watched you strip out of your panties eagerly. Your skin glowed beautifully under the moonlight and Bucky couldn’t resist his bottom lip residing between his teeth.
You playfully crawled up his body snatching the condom from his hand before tearing it with your teeth. You rolled the condom over his dick unable to wait any longer, lining yourself over him perfectly. His hands flew to your hips, squeezing harshly leaving marks that never ceased to make your heart flutter the mornings after.
“Gonna ride me good, babygirl?”
“Oh, you know it,” you winked.
“You’re so good to me,” Bucky whispered.
You sunk down slowly onto his length moaning softly at the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Your hips rocked back and forth, your clit rubbing against the hairs along his pelvis. Your moans grew louder with each thrust and your nails dug sharply into his chest; his chest that was flushed red and a thin layer of sweat sheened across his smooth skin.
Bucky grunted under you, his hips moving in time with yours reaching deeper and deeper inside you. Your moans harmonised with his groans, bouncing off the empty walls. Bucky was never one to decorate his bedroom walls with anything. He was a very stoic man, quite stubborn too. But that made you love him even more. Wait, you don’t love him. He’s… He’s just your friend, your roommate.
Right?
“Riding my big fat cock so good, aren’t cha? Fucking dirty little girl,” he groaned pulling you before kissing you messily.
He flipped your bodies laying you on your back before rutting his hips in and out of you ferociously. He gripped under your thigh harshly hiking over his hip hitting a new angle deep inside you, grazing your cervix deliciously. Your eyes couldn’t help but roll back in pure pleasure stroking Bucky’s ego.
“That’s right, no one can fuck this good. Feel ya squeezing my cock so good. Gonna come? You gonna come all over my cock?” Bucky groaned in your ear making you moan loudly.
“Fuck, Bucky! Please let me come!” you begged him, nails scratching down his back surely leaving marks.
“Hold on, baby. I’m right behind you,” his hips snapping quicker, skin slapping hard against yours.
“Fuck,” you moaned with gritted teeth.
“God, squeezing me so good,” he grunted.
“James,” you moaned his first name, you hardly used his first name.
You usually shouted it whenever you were mad but hearing it draw from your pretty lips in such an intimate moment made his dick twitch and heart flutter. He hates it. He hates that you’ll probably never love him the way he loves you. He thought the comments and the flirting would make you turn your cheek and see that he really, really cares about you but you’d always turn him down.
You always will.
“Come, Y/n. Let it all go,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you passionately.
Your stomach tightened and your back arched into him crying out his name in euphoria. Your toes curled and your head pressed against the pillows tangling your hair. You slowly came down from your high with Bucky’s help; his hips slowly slowing down after spilling inside the condom. His lips softly pressing to your sweaty overheated skin briefly before climbing out to clean you up just like he always does.
“Feeling sleepy now?” he chuckled carefully watching your tired eyes.
“Oh yeah, thanks Buck,” you grinned blissfully.
You slowly crawled out of his bed ready to sulk in your one empty one like the many times you’d do before but Bucky stood in all his naked glory before you, gently pushing you back down on the bed crawling above you with a goofy smile on his face.
“What are you doing?” you giggled, feeling his lips on your neck again.
“I mean, aren’t cha tired, baby? You’re already in my bed, just close your eyes; go to sleep,” he mumbled against your skin.
“But-”
“No, go to sleep,” he turned over pulling you into his side before covering you both with the sheets.
“Thanks, Bucky.”
“What uh- Whatever happened to that Ryan guy?” Bucky asked suddenly.
Ryan was this guy you went on a few dates with but he was a shallow bore; o personality whatsoever.
“Guy’s a dick,” He’s not you.
“Hm, well you don’t need him. You got me right here,” Because I don’t want anyone but you.
“You’re stupid,” you said chuckling. You don’t actually mean that.
“I need to find me a guy like you, Buck,” Because my heart can’t handle not actually being with you. I need you.
“He’ll be the luckiest guy ever when you do,” Buck said sadly.
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs:Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it’s brief but still
TW: very brief mention of possible suicide
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot
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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.
“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.
“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.
Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.
“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.
“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.
“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.
“Ok?”
“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.
“No I don’t-”
“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.
“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.
“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.
“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.
“Why don’t you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.
“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.
“Seriously.”
“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”
“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”
“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.
“Yeah, be nice to her.”
“I am nice to her.”
“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”
“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.
“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.
“Nothing,” he mumbled back.
Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.
He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.
You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.
“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.
“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.
“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.
“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.
“Really? Why’s-” Crash!
“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.
“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.
“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.
The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.
Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.
“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.
“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.
“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.
“Of course, Mr. Stark.”
All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.
Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.
“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.
“Nat,” you ran to her.
“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.
“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky’s eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.
“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.
“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.
“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.
“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.
“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.
“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.
Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.
“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.
“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.
You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?
Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.
“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.
“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”
“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.
“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.
“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.
“What’s the cure?” Nat said.
“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.
“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.
“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”
“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”
“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.
“I don’t think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”
“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.
“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.
“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.
“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.
“Shit!”
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Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.
You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she’d help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.
“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.
“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.
“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.
“It’s not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”
“What?”
“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.
You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven’t thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.
You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.
“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.
“What?”
“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”
“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.
“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”
“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.
“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.
“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.
“Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?” she sighed.
“They haven’t been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds,” you whispered.
“Steve, this is Bucky we’re talking about. Hasn’t he endure enough torture in his life?” Nat said softly.
That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.
“How do you suppose we go about this?” he asked.
You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he’d find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.
On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony’s return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky’s state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.
All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.
A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you’d assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he’d probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.
Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.
He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.
“маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin,” he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.
“Buck, are you ok? I want to help you,” you whispered.
“I’m more than ok now, beautiful,” he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.
“Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?” he whispered, huskily.
“Bucky, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“так драгоценно,” he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.
His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn’t have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.
Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.
His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you,” he whispered.
“T- The daisies?”
“I’ve been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you’re gonna feel wrapped around my cock,” he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.
“Buck,” you breathed out.
Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn’t help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn’t hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.
You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.
Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.
Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.
“What the hell are you doing!” Tony screamed.
“Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It’s not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He’s done enough of that, ok?” Nat shouted.
“She’s gonna get hurt,” Tony sighed.
“No she won’t. This was her idea.”
Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn’t fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn’t like that idea too much.
“Fine.”
Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You’ve only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he’d been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.
“So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”
“Buck,” you moaned.
You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn’t help the clenching around him from arousal.
“Fuck, keep doing that, little one,” he groaned.
Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.
Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn’t come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.
As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.
“Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well,” he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.
“Shit,” you mumbled.
Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren’t going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky’s cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.
“Please, Bucky,” you whimpered.
“You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy’s cock?”
“Yes! Fuck!” your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.
“Please let me come, daddy!”
Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn’t even close.
“Let go, doll.”
Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.
He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.
Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.
“Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?” he moaned.
“Use me, Buck. I’m all yours,” you breathed out.
Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.
“Filling me up so good, baby,” you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.
“Pussy was fucking made for me,” he growled.
His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.
“Feel how fucking deep I am?”
You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.
His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he’d been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn’t cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn’t know you’d be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.
Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky’s head to find him crying.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.
“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”
“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.
“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.
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Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.
Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.
“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.
“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.
“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.
“Do you mean it?”
“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.
“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.
“Can you say it?” he asked softly.
“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.
“I love you, James,” you whispered.
“Fuck, I love you too.”
He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.
“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.
“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”
“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.
“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You’re back in New York; as if nothing ever happened.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: there shouldn’t actually be any besides major angst (there will be an ending; good or bad is up to you)
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: you greedy motherfuckers, here’s part three lol
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It’s a beautiful autumn day in New York City, and classes started again and this should be both of your last years at the university. With very few credits left to earn, all your classes are morning sessions, thank god so you and Stacy usually meet up to grab lunch to-go on the way to her home.
“Can we grab some coffee on the way home too? I really need caffeine. Professor Rogers gave us our first assignment and I really want to finish it early.”
“Of course. Isn’t he like a friend of your mom’s?” you asked, your gripping tightening on your bag.
“Yeah, I’m like ten-thousand percent sure he’s got a thing for my mom,” Stacy chuckled.
“He does?” you felt territorial, almost jealous that other people found her attractive. Of course they did, they had eyes.
“Yeah, but he’s not her type,” Stacy said.
“What is her type?”
“Girls,” she laughed; of course you knew her type, you fucked her.
“Right,” you chuckled, playing a part.
“You want anything?”
“No, thanks though,” you replied.
Stacy got her things and in no time you arrived at the luxurious penthouse apartment that is Stacy’s home. You had moved away from your home long ago, living in a quaint studio in New York, and four years ago when you first met her, you had teased Stacy about how she still lived with her mom two years into college. That was clearly before she invited you to her place and you admit it, you probably wouldn’t move out either if you lived in a place like this.
“I don’t think I’ll ever walk in here unimpressed,” you muttered, making Stacy chuckled.
“My mom works hard,” she boasted, it was true though.
Nat was extremely wealthy. You don’t really know exactly what she does for work besides building things but she works alongside billionaire architect Tony Stark, so yeah she makes a shit ton of money.
You and Stacy ate your lunches in the kitchen talking about each other’s day and what happened. Unfortunately her and Jason broke up; not on extremely bad terms though. However, during that ‘surprise trip’ that had gone a bit wrong during summer, Jason had told Stacy that he was moving to Chicago for a job opportunity. It moved faster than either were anticipating and they mutually broke up on good terms.
“Have you talked to Jason since the move?” you said cautiously.
“Yeah, he likes the new job.”
“That’s good.” There was an awkward pause and you got worried you hit a nerve.
“What about you? You dating? Talking? Fucking?”
“Stace,” you gasped. Yes; to the fucking. Your mom. Literally.
“Come on, what’s going on with you? You haven’t introduced me to anyone in two years.”
Truthfully, the day you met her mom, you hadn’t actually talked to anyone romantically since. But Stacy didn’t need to know that.
“I realized two years ago how much more important having a career is than having a lover,” you said cheekily.
“Bull! Shit!” Stacy cackled.
“What’s going on here?” Natasha walked in the front door. Fuck.
“Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes here hasn’t gotten laid in like what, two years? Tell her she’s to put herself out there again,” Stacy said.
The long awkward stare between you and Nat would probably go down as one of the most uncomfortable moments in history. Your eyes silently begging her to not say anything or do anything that would bring up suspicion. It genuinely hurt Nat, that you were almost embarrassed or ashamed of Nat but nonetheless she continued playing her part.
“I don’t think it’d be very responsible of me to go along with similar judgement, but out of curiosity, what’s got you tied down?” Nat teased.
“I just think that, personally, having a career and doing something in my future that’ll make me happy is more important than a partner,” you clarified.
“Ugh, if you have a partner, you wouldn’t have to worry about not doing something that makes you very happy,” Stacy joked.
“Stacy!” you and Nat scolded the young adult.
After quite the awkward conversation, Stacy dragged you away to her room so she could finish her work with your company. You simply sat on her bed watching TV waiting for either Stacy to finish or for sleep to come. Two movies later and it was barely eight thirty at night but you felt exhausted. You thought maybe you could get away with a small nap but nope.
“No, don’t fall asleep on me, I’m almost finished!”
“Stacy,” you drew out the end of her name in a long whine.
“Please!”
“You’ve been at it for like four hours, let me nap at least for twenty minutes.”
“No, I swear I’m almost done. Go to the kitchen and grab some snacks and candy. I’ll meet you in a second to grab the drinks, ok?”
“You suck.”
You walked out of her room hearing her quiet giggles as you left. Unfortunately for you, there stood Nat with her back towards you as she waited patiently for the coffee maker to finish her cup. You wanted to turn back and hide from her until she finished but what were you going to say to Stacy? Oh, since the night I fucked your mom, I can’t stand being near her because she makes my stomach all weird and nauseous and I get nervous? Yeah, good answer.
Before you could even make any sort of decision to avoid having to talk to the beautiful older woman, she sensed a presence behind her turning to find you standing awkwardly as if you had been caught; you did in sense.
“Hi,” she said.
“Coffee? This late?” you walked to the cabinet beside her grabbing snacks one by one.
“Yeah, got a pile of paperwork that’s been calling my name for too long,” she responded.
“Night time working must run in the family,” you joked.
“Stacy still working?”
“She said to grab some snacks because she’s almost finished.”
“She uh, she mentioned she had Professor Rogers this year. Friends of yours, isn’t he?” you asked awkwardly knowing very well the answer.
“That is true. We interred together at Stark Industries when Howard Stark was the owner.”
“He’s quite handsome,” you avoided her burning gaze.
“You think?” she teased, clearly aware of the game you were playing.
“Hm-mm.”
“Eh, not really my type.”
“What is your type?” you cautiously ask.
“Well, women for one,” she started cheekily.
“I wouldn’t usually go for women so young, but this one girl I met, she’s something special.”
Your stomach was doing somersaults. Your palms felt sweaty and your knees felt shaky.
“What is she like?”
“She is gorgeous, hard working, knows what she wants in life. She’s adorable, funny, charming. She values the friendships she has and puts the benefits of others first before her,” she spoke slowly as she caged you in her arms in front of the counter.
“She sounds alright,” you felt like you had to answer, or rebuttal her in some way but you couldn’t think.
“She’s perfect.”
Her perfume, her shampoo, her fucking close porximity. Everything was so overwhelming. Her lips were inches away from yours and you were using all the willpower you possessed within your body not to pull her close and kiss her senselessly. You’re not going to deny that you didn’t think about those moments in her arms every chance you got but it’s wrong. Right?
“I miss you.”
“You said one weekend,” you told her.
“Of which got ruined. You still owe me one more night.”
“It won’t be tonight, if that’s what you’re implying, your daughter, my best friend, is in her bedroom waiting for me.”
“I can be quick if you can be quiet,” she smirked devilishly.
“Nat!” you yelled with a quiet voice afraid Stacy would hear.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she chuckled.
“Why can’t this work? I want you and I know damn well you want me just as bad,” she said seriously.
“You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I can’t do that to Stacy; dating her own mother? And what about you? You’re one of the richest, most famous, and most important women in all of New York. What would happen when people find out that you’re fucking a girl that’s your daughter’s age, her best friend?” you explained.
“It’s not fucking,” she argued.
“You think that matters?”
“It does to me,” Nat said.
“Nat, we can’t. It’s just not meant to be,” you sniffled.
She lifted her hand and wiped the stray tear that fell down your cheek. She hated this feeling. She hated how upset this all made you feel too. She wishes you were a bit older, and her a bit younger. Maybe then this would be possible.
“Can I have one last kiss, if this is really over?”
You couldn’t say no. She cupped your face pressing her lips. You wrapped your arms tightly around her. Her lips moved perfectly against yours and you felt you had to hold back a moan after how long you’ve been craving this moment. You pulled away before things got too heated, turning your head almost in shame with how much you loved it.
“Stacy’s waiting for me.”
“Right; I’ve- I uh, I’ve got a ton of work to finish.”
“Bye, Nat.”
“Bye, hon.”
She walked away to her office and you gathered all the snacks and candy bars you collected before, well. Unbeknownst to either of you, Stacy closed her laptop minutes after you walked out the door. She organized her desk and waited a minute for you to return.
“She’s probably having trouble carrying everything,” Stacy thought out loud, walking down the hall towards the kitchen.
“I miss you.”
“You said one weekend,” she heard your muffled voice, whispering like you were hiding something.
And well, Nat walked away to her office and you gathered all the snacks and candy bars you collected. Unbeknownst to either of you, Stacy heard everything.
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i’m back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I’m currently writing right now so do not fret.
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You knew this was a horrible idea.
It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job.
Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside.
You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You’re constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in.
So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless.
“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.
“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.
“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief.
“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself.
“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically.
You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-
“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit.
His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was.
“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot.
“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you’re sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening.
“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.
“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred.
“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.
“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit.
“I can’t believe you,” you said.
“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought.
“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it.
Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum.
“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.
“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?”
“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms.
“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”
“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.
“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked.
“What?”
“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.
“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone.
“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”
“Are you sure, Buck?”
“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you.
“Hey, Nat!”
“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.
“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled.
“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?”
“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment.
“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment.
It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room.
“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced.
“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly.
You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?
“Is everything ok, darling?” Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn’t come out after a while.
“What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me,” you choked out.
Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn’t help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.
“You didn’t do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn’t know love if it hit him in the face. It’s his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you’re so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can’t see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit."
"James,” you whispered.
His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn’t had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.
You don’t know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky’s arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had.
“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.
Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt.
Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.
“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front.
He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you.
Bucky fell in love.
“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.
His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material.
You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him.
“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly.
“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered.
“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly.
He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly.
Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right.
He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon.
Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening.
“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”
“Fuck!”
“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.
His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.
“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal.
“Did I do that?” your voice trembled.
“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.
“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.
Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times.
You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.
“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled.
“Bucky,” you whined.
You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky.
“I got you, darling. I got you.”
Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours.
“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.
“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.
Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky’s name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew.
Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy.
“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted.
“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned.
“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled.
He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly.
You like being choked by Bucky.
“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips.
“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again.
“Such a fucking beauty you are.”
Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.
“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled.
His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.
Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum.
He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet.
“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body.
“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”
“You’re not.”
Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room.
After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away.
He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast.
He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him.
Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever.
Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms.
“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled.
“I love you, too, darling.”
And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him.
Ok, so, hopefully this is the last time I will have to address this whole situation.
1. I reinstalled Wattpad and my old account from 2015. I am doing so in hoping that I can claim authenticity for my writings and clear up any confusion, etc. Here is the link to my account (same name as my tumblr):
2. I’m still very upset that I’ve had to do this, I’m annoyed and hurt and angry at those who stole my work and having to have found out from others that my work was circulating on other websites behind my back. Most of all, I’m upset that a total stranger got credit for writings that I really worked hard to create. THAT SAID, please do not attack them. If there are more accounts, message me privately, but please do not cyberbully anyone. Nobody deserves to be attacked in that way, even if plagiarism is involved. Report their accounts, comment my Tumblr or Wattpad on the stolen fics to prove plagiarism took place, or I will handle it myself in a delicate/civil matter. DO NOT attack anyone via internet or otherwise. As an author and human being, I do not condone bullying of any sorts.
3. I have contacted most of the other authors (those who I could identify and locate). As of right now I have not heard back from them, but I will let them handle the situation themselves in whatever way they think is right.
4. I hope to come back to writing when I am inspired to do so. I’m not a machine, I cannot just whip up an amazing fic and click ‘’post.’’ I will not message individuals the unreleased chapters to my fics because it is not fair to the rest of my followers/readers. When I do decide to come back to writing, it’ll be great and it’ll be on my terms. Authors are not just the screens you look at while reading our work. We’re human beings with real lives, who get burnt out or sad sometimes and might need to take a break every now and then. Please respect my decision and I look forward to coming back when the time is ready. Thank you, love you.
Just a quick update for all of my followers. ‘’Tag, You’re It’’ is coming to a close and I expect to complete two maaaaybee three more chapters before it’s all wrapped up. You can expect chapter 10 to be posted in two to three weeks because I’m super busy with my senior thesis (graduating college this Spring, yay!) but I’m also curious if anyone would read a series featuring Reader x Billy Butcher from The Boys because I’ve been wanting to write about that gorgeous man for quite some time lol. I also have different ideas for more Euphoria and Marvel one-shots and drabbles so I’m excited to write more fics of those. Ransom Drysdale from Knives Out is also someone I’d really love to write about so that’s on my mind. AND I plan on creating a sequel to ‘’It Takes A Man’’ with reader x Ray Diaz from On My Block with a little Oscar x Reader on the side. Please let me know your opinions on what my next major work would be and if you’d all like to see more random oneshots/drabbles or for me to begin a new series involving Butcher or etc. Love you all!
