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Almost Real

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Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils  

Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)

Word Count: 1450

Note: When this came in, I was so excited! I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as ideas started to run wild. Or the entire time I was writing this. Thank you so much, sweetie, for sending this in. Hopefully, this is as wonderful as the fantastic imagination you have! For anybody else who has an idea, my requests are open, and all of my tag lists. Please enjoy this fic and share it along if you liked it!

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“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”

There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.

“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”

“Not our fault.”

“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder. 

Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”

Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.

Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.

“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.

“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”

Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“

“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”

Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”

Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“

You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.

“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”

The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.

After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.

You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.

“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”

“Almost?” Roman chuckled.

You gasped and stepped back into attack position.

Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”

“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.

As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.

“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.

“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”

You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“

Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”

A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”

Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”

Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”

After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.

Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.

You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.

You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”

The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.

*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that. 

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Forever Tags: @allidoisreadsmut @blondekel77 @chambcrofechocs @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

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WWE Tags: @1dluver13xx @a-home-for-stray-stories @ballins-princess @flightofthefantasies @kaleywwefan @mother-forker @neversatisfiedgirl @racheo91 @roman-reigns-princess @savmontreal @scuzmunkie @secretagentfangirl @thetherianthropydaily @wwe-smutfics  

[Plenty of room on all these lists! Let me know if you’d like to be included.]

Tag List and Request Options

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In general fandom tag options, there are DC, Marvel, Supernatural, and WWE.

For Characters tag lists: 

  DC: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Jason Todd 

  Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Erik Killmonger, Kevin Ford, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Ulysses Klaue

  Supernatural: Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Lucifer

  WWE: 205 Live, Baron Corbin, Buddy Murphy, Cesaro, Elias Samson, Finn Balor, Jack Gallagher, Mojo Rawley, Neville, Noam Dar, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Samoa Joe, Sheamus, Tommaso Ciampa, and either Uso.

I can write more characters as they are requested (like I have for Elliot Spencer, Eggsy Unwin, Sherlock, Tim McGee, and Tony DiNozzo).  

Please let me know at any time if you would like to be added to a tag list. (By request or personal message.) And you can request a fic about anyone on this too! You don’t have to be shy. My only uncrossable lines are underage readers (18+ only) underaged characters, ships, or cheating. I try to write for you guys as much as I write for me. 

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Well Studied

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Prompt: Is it okay to request Ulysses Klaue x male Wakandan reader? I was going to leave the ideas to you but maybe Klaue and the reader run into each other and Klaue tries to seduce the reader into working with him (smut possibly)

Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x Male Wakandan Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Warnings/Promises: antiquity smuggling (please don’t actually do this or encourage it), more plot than smut but there is a little

Word Count: 1740

Note: There is a huge intro to the smut, but I hope it makes it all that more powerful. Please let me know if I succeeded, or which points I need to work on. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always great ways to give feedback. They don’t even have to be full sentences; keyboard smashes and gifs are perfectly acceptable. Thanks to the anon for this request. I hope you all like it!

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As the door opened at your back, you knew you were in trouble. The norm was for it to crash against the wall and send a few things in the workshop clattering to the floor. Maybe make a new recruit jump. Not this time. It opened slowly. Creaking.

“There he is,” you boss said. The voice doesn’t even make you turn around. He waits patiently while you place down the tools you had been using to clean the artifacts in front of you. Well, almost all of them.

“Don’t try anything.” The visitor’s accented voice pauses the scalpel sliding into the cover of your palm. “Your boss says you know some things about a place I’m very curious about.” He doesn’t flinch as you spin around. When you would re-meet him years later he would have greying hair, a prosthetic arm and a brand on his neck. But for now, his smirking face was new to you. Intriguing and dangerous. Quick. Enough so to catch your wrist before you could blink. He pressed his body against you and looked over your shoulder at the artifact you had been working on. “Tell me about it.”

You looked at your boss, who nodded wearily.

“Egyptian. First middle kingdom. Depicting the goddess Sekhmet and her more peaceful sister, Bast.”

“But what is it?” the man asked.

“A spear. I think. I’ve been trying to clean to gears. I’m almost done, but,” you took a deep breath, testing the waters. “I was interrupted.” The man released you and nodded for you to continue. You proceeded to do half an hour’s worth of work as delicately as you could in five. The man didn’t move any further away than a few centimeters. Then came the moment of truth. You found it hard to breath as you stepped away from the table and anyone you might accidentally impale. The locking mechanism clicked promisingly. Then, with a flick of your wrist, the barbs of the double-bladed spear shot out of the shaft. You immediately moved to study it under the lamp, but the man snatched it out of your hands. One of his goons, who you had missed seeing come in, grabbed your arms and held you fast.

The man eased his grip on the spear, handling it with experienced ease and delicacy. “Beautiful,” he muttered. He twisted his wrist and sheathed the blades. “Let’s talk.” The goon behind you led you to walk to your boss’s office. The man continued to observe the artifact before shaking his head. “I’ll take it.”

“What?” You glared at your boss. The deal had been to sell it to the British Museum, fulfilling your dream of working on something in such a prestigious place. You’d thought they had already agreed to buy it.

“And the archaeologist too.” You struggled against the goon, growling when he twisted your arm harshly behind your back. Your boss rushed out of his office quickly as the man flicked his wrist and pressed the ancient blade against your throat. “Calm down, Y/L/N. You’re still gonna get paid an’ everything. I need you as an expert.”

“In what?” you spat.

“In something you are familiar with. Wakanda.” The name froze your blood. The man took used your rigidness and grabbed your face. He placed the spear on the desk then tugged down your bottom lip. The glowing symbols made the man smile. “Welcome to the team, Y/L/N.” At his nod the goon let you go. They stepped to and through the door. The man stopped and motioned for you to follow him.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Klaue. Ulysses Klaue.”

A long series of van rides away, Klaue introduced you to a small unopened crate. While the ‘team’ worked at freeing the lid from its nails, he asked you the inevitable question he had been holding in for the whole trip.

“How does a Wakandan like you come to be? Dealing in antiquities and everything?”

“Mother was a plant. Met my dad; had me. At my sixth birthday, she gave me the gift on my lip. Said I wouldn’t be in the official system. Probably none of the spies’ kids are, and I’m sure there’s more of us than the country would care to admit. When she was called back, she left me with my dad who did his best to raise me on his own. Lived a normal American life. Got to go to college where I studied archaeology. But that was expensive, and archaeology jobs aren’t as plentiful as freshmen professors promise. Ended up where you found me. Paid off college six months ago.” Why didn’t you lie? You had with every other boss offering to pay you for that expertise. Maybe because he knew about some of your past anyways.

“Cool. Congratulations. Have you paid off grad school yet?”

Like that. How did he know that? “Depends on how good this next job is.”

Klaue laughed. “You could pay off yours and several of your friends’ debts when this is done. Interested?”

“Do I have a choice?”

He nodded back and forth. “Yeah. Though I must warn you, saying no would be hazardous to your health.”

You swallowed. “Well, you did already welcome me to the team. Would be terrible hospitality to leave after that. What’s the target?”

“Wakanda’s vibranium reserves.”

Your blood froze for a second time. You licked your lips and let out a shuddered breath. “And I would know how to help you because…?”

From the crate, Klaue held up a familiar leather-bound notebook with a trio of overlapping squares. Your mother’s symbol. That notebook should have been hidden under the floorboards under your bed. For them to even know to look for it meant they had to have been watching you for a longer time than a whim.

“I don’t know what’s written here, but I’m hoping it has the information I’m looking for.” Klaue tossed you the notebook and nodded at a chair.

So began your partnership with Klaue. You translated it and compared the information to that of Klaue’s employer, the Wakandan King’s younger brother N’Jobu. With the information aligning, your mother’s information being more recent, the heist of the vibranium was set into place. Leaving you wondering what Klaue’s next plan for you was. Him plopping down centimeters from you unexpectedly at random times sometimes gave you an answer, and sometimes left you just as confused as before. Though you didn’t mind the conversation and began to look forward to them.

Klaue ignored the way your book shook as he suddenly appeared next to you. “Y/N, Why do you take field notes of the artifacts you smuggle? Your last boss said you demanded to excavate the finds yourself.” He made himself comfortable on the couch where you had been catching up on some reading. The book in your hand was gone soon so he could have your full attention.

“The worst thing about smuggled antiquities is the lost context.” You sighed. “I hate the business, but if it’s going to happen, then I want to make sure it’s done right. Besides, artifacts out of context have no academic value, and can decrease their monetary value.”

“And the chip I found on the spear hanging in my office is the context information?” Klaue studied you as you spoke.

“Yes. I put one on every artifact with all my notes. Any routine cleaning will reveal the chip. The professional collectors like it.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. “There’s always a second one too. In case the person who finds the first one thinks it’s a tracer. I also keep all my notes.”

He nodded. “Meticulous.”

“Always.”

Klaue traced his thumb across your bottom lip. Then up your cheekbone. His eyes followed his movements. “Does this bother you?” When you shook your head, he traced his fingers down your arm and across your chest, chuckling as it shuddered promisingly. “So unbothered. Not as much of a nervous academic as I thought.”

“I’m an archaeologist. I have studied enough to know society’s rules of gender are more fluid than they would like to admit.”

Laughing openly, Klaue rolled away from you. “Always the scholar. Let me guess, the first time was for research?” he teased. You shrugged, neither agreeing or refuting. He laughed again. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He was suddenly pressed against your side, his face centimeters from yours. “How about some research?” He waited on baited breath for your response. When that was not forthcoming, he stroked his palm across the growing bulge in your pants. “Are you up for it?”

Your Adam’s apple bobbed, not unnoticed. He moved away, but you caught the edge of his sleeve. “Why me?” you blurted.

“Because I am a collector of wondrous things.” His eyes bored into yours as he crept closer again. On edge. Waiting for you to change your mind. He smiled when you stayed still. A moan filled your mouth as he pressed his lips against yours. You opened to him willingly.

The evening that followed further proved that Ulysses knew you better than you thought he did. His fingertips glided across your exposed skin rough from time, the friction hitting the sensitive dips in your body and making you shiver. His kisses were also rough, possessive, everywhere. And so rapid that he felt like he was in two places at once. You were hungry too. He growled each time you nipped at his skin. Grunting when you palmed at his cock. A whimper fell from his mouth as you took it into yours. For all the sounds you took from him, he took pleasure from you and repaid it equally.

Soon you were both covered in sweat, bright patches where one had sucked deeply on the skin of the other, and trails of scratches. All the while he worked you open until you were ready. Even then he prolonged the experience, teasing you and chuckling at your desperate moans. At one point you flipped so you were on top. Ulysses growled. “You want to be on top? Fine.” Then he continued controlling the pace, slamming into you until you came. He knew you from the start, but by the end, you knew him too.

The heist took forever to plan. Even longer to activate. By the time it crumbled and the surviving team was branded, you and Ulysses had more control over each other than the moon did on the tide.

For the archaeological backing of history’s gender fluidness, I recommend “Looking at Lovemaking: Constructions of Sexuality in Roman Art, 100 B.C. – A.D. 250” by John R. Clarke. It’s a great book and a great source for anybody who needs a good resource for research. Scholarly, not necessarily for smutty research. Though the pictures could help with that too. *wink*wink*

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Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker

Marvel Tags: @anotherfashionandbeautyblog @solsticestorm

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To Love the Sea

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You are the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki.

Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (Also angst, and flirty fluff). Dom!Loki. Captain kink. Spanking. Long fingers… long fic.

Word Count: 2700+ (Sorry, not sorry)

Note: Brace yourselves for Captain Pirate!Loki. (This took forever to write.) I left it kind of open ended… so let me know if I should have more installations. Comment. Reblog. Enjoy. The works.

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Come Back to Me

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff

Word Count: 1920

Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.

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“Cap, something is wrong.”

Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.

“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.

“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.

One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.

You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.

The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.

The panel turned red and started to flash.

With a string of curses, the woman punched you hard on your jawline and ran down the hill.

“It’s going to blow, team,” you coughed. “Find cover.” There wasn’t time to disarm it, but you hoped you had enough time to crawl away to the hollowed car further down the slope.

You didn’t.

The gunfire and sounds over the com receded past the ringing point as the machine gave the sky one last burst of white light. You went spinning through the air as the concussive blast exploded outwards. Faintly you felt pieces of the machine scraping across your skin, then searing pain in your chest. Your vision went dark.

“Hold still!” Steve laughed as you pulled a petulant face. “Come on, Y/N. If you don’t stop fidgeting I won’t be able to finish the sketch.”

“I thought you were faster than this,” you moaned. Despite your complaining, you resolved your body to stay still with a huff. “Why are we doing this again?”

Steve grinned and continued drawing. “I believe you said something along the line of ‘draw me like one of your French girls.’ I don’t think I’ve ever actually drawn a French girl, but when it comes to you, perfection demands perfection. So, hold still; I’m almost done.”

You fought off a different kind of moan as Steve bit his bottom lip. His brow was creased with concentration. Every once in a while, you saw his blue eyes as he looked up to your posed form, then back to the paper. He smudged some of the charcoal with his pinkie, tilting his head to get the shading just right.

“Okay. Yes.” Steve stood and walked to sit on the edge of the couch next to you. It looked like less of a sketch and more like a black and white photograph with slightly blurry edges. “I still don’t think I got perfect-“

“It’s wonderful Steve.”

The praise brought a light pink into the tops of his cheeks. He gave your forehead a lingering kiss and moved to continue down to your lips. But your stomach growled.

“Seriously?” You fell back into the throw pillows and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You did interrupt the idea of dinner.”

“I guess I did. But I wanted to capture the image of you just like this.”

“I really need to teach you how to use a camera.”

“But if I did, then…” The doorbell rang. “…then the pizza I called for while grabbing my stuff wouldn’t have had time to get here.”

You leaned up to kiss him. “You’re wonderful, you know that.”

“Always good to hear. Grab the plates? I’ve got the rest.”

“Has anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the frantic hope he could find you. The junkyard was on fire and anything metal hit by the blast was glowing with the same green light as the sky.

“The last I saw her she was close to the machine,” Tony replied.

Steve thanked him and headed in your direction.

Nat caught the basketball you passed. She dribbled it for a few steps, then threw it back to you for the point. You both gave a crow of victory while Steve and Bucky groaned. The two-on-two was first to spell ‘agent’ scoring on the opposite team to decide which team was going to write up the paperwork for the next three missions. So far, the guys had ‘a’ and ‘g’ while you and Nat only had ‘t’ to go.

“You know,” Bucky said, “if we get stuck with the paperwork, you guys will complain. Can’t cuddle, watch a movie and write.”

“Perhaps,” you said, eyeing Nat.

“But we’ve got that worked out. I’ve got a friend coming in to teach the two of us belly dancing.”

With a giggle, you two began to undulate your hips. The guys shared a look.

“So, do we want to lose or not?” Steve’s gaze came back to your hips. “Either way we win in the end. No paperwork or private dances?”

Bucky sucked in a breath as Nat curled her fingers at him. “If you two had told us the plan earlier, we could have made it easier to for you to win.”

You both snorted. “No you couldn’t,” you said in unison.

“Fine.” Bucky motioned for the ball and you all got into position. “For all the marbles.”

Bucky faked to Steve, but Nat saw through him and stole the ball. You twisted behind Steve and caught her toss. A second later you tossed it back so she could score. The guys didn’t seem to put out by their loss.

“Like Bucky said,” Steve panted, “either way we were going to win in the end.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Are you sure?” You backed away from him while swaying your hips. “I might save my first demonstration for that Hydra banker I’m supposed to distract. Have fun filling out that paperwork.” You squealed as Steve ran after you.

“Get back here,” he growled. He caught you easily and whispered into your ear, “your wiles are for my eyes only. You wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Get a room!” Nat called out. It never failed to make Steve blush, despite the hot warning just seconds before.

“We will,” you said. “Got to use up all the hot water too with our win.”

“No!” the guys groaned. You and Nat laughed, sharing the look agreeing to leave them a little.

“She’s not here, no, wait. I think I see her.” Steve shaded his eyes against the flames. The blast had crushed the junk into the former paths through the yard, creating a wrangled metal wall around the blast zone. Through a gap in the metal, he saw a huddled form slumped on the opposite side of the circle. His com crackled.

“Steve,” you croaked.

“I’m on my way, Y/N.” He stepped back to look at the wall for hand and footholds. “Hang on.”

“Steve. Steeeeve.” You scooted closer to him, sighing in pleasure as his body heat washed over you. He inhaled deeply and wiggled further under the blankets. “Steve, baby. It’s morning.” You ran your finger down his nose, grinning when he scrunched it.

“So?” he mumbled.

“Hold me. I want to go back to sleep. It’s cold on my side of the bed.” You smiled in victory as he picked his arm up so you could lay next to him. You fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until Steve’s alarm went off. You grumbled about how it was Saturday.

“Sorry. Forgot to unset it from last week.” You whined when he twisted back to turn off the beeping, taking the warmth with him. “Shh. I’m back.” He tightened his arm around your waist. “Can’t leave my girl cold in the morning.”

Your eyes cracked open with a thought. “Does it ever bother you? That I’m cold all the time?”

Steve opened his eyes too. “Not one bit. Makes me feel needed to the one person I care about the most.” Steve leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours. “To me, you are the most important person.”

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Y/N. Y/N!” Steve’s voice pulled you back up into consciousness. “We’ve go to get you out of here. Tony’s suit is out of commission, and the jet is too big to get in here. Can you walk?”

“Maybe.” You lowered your arms from your chest to brace against what you were leaning on. Steve’s gasp of anguish made you look down. A steel rod was poking out of your chest. “Oh,” you groaned. “That’s why everything hurts.”

“Tony. I can’t get her out by myself. Send me anything you’ve got.” He grimaced. “We’re going to get you home. You’re going to be okay.”

“I know. I trust you.” Your vision blurred, and your head fell back. Steve squeezed your hand, waking you up again.

“Oh, no. Stay with me, Y/N.”

“Yes, sir.” You grinned cheekily at him. “I’m ready for round two. Just give the order.”

“Your order is to stay awake.” Steve grinned too, though you could still see the fear in his eyes.

A wave of pain coursed through you, making your knees sag. The aching in your chest increased as you leaned heavier on the bar. Steve pulled you back up, but your vision was spotting again.

“I’ll do my best, Cap,” you said through gritted teeth. Your lips were coated with blood when you coughed. The pain became too much and you slipped out of consciousness.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Steve hesitated to touch you, but he gave your shoulders a quick shake. “Tony, where are you guys? Y/N?”

The jet hovering overhead created a mini windstorm, but Steve kept his focus on you, willing you to open your eyes.

“Come back to me, Y/N. Please.”

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Marvel Masterlist

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S = Smut     A = Angst   F = Fluff    AR = Answered Request

Bucky Barnes

  Birthday Bash with a Bang (S)

  In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 : Part 2 (S)

  Feel What You Feel (S)

  Working it Out (S)

  Breathing

  Sweetie Pie (S)

  Starting off the Year Right (S) 

  Magnets and Home (F, Father’s Day)

  Found (S, F)

Erik Killmonger

   Everything (S, AR)

Kevin Ford/Wither (X-Men)

  Touch and Sensitivity (S, AR)

   Part 2: Bananas (S)

Loki

  Sweet Revenge (S)

  All in a Night’s Work (S)

  Yuletide Mischief (S)

  Fire and Ice (S)

  When in Paris (S, AR)

  I Am In Your Hands (S)

  Forbidden (S)

Steve Rogers

  Those Who Are Lonely (S)

  Dirty Lips (S)

  Just as Sweet (S)

  Scruff (S)

  Come Back to Me (F, A)

      Part 2: Keep Coming (S)

  To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S)

  Beg Me Nicely (S)

Ulysses Klaue

   Well Studied (Male Wakandan Reader, AR, S)

Other: Original Works and Series

To Love the Sea:  Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Master] (S)

Promises: When they were children, Loki and Y/N promised each other to marry if they did not find someone else by the next Belewe moon in 250 years. Centuries pass and Loki uses his tricks to sabotage Y/N’s prospects. Can she convince him to let her love blindly someone he does not trust? [Series Master] 

Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes.  Almost Real

Master List

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Series (3+ parts)

(S) = smut

Answered Requests:

Kevin Ford/Wither (X-Men): Touch and Sensitivity (S) Part 2: Bananas (S)

Sherlock (BBC): Knowing What She Likes (S)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural): More Than Usual 

Mojo Rawley (WWE): Flawless (Plus!Reader, S)

One Shots

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

   The Pointy End (S)

   Love Like Lightning: Part 1 (S) : Part 2

   Marvelous Night for a Rain Dance (S)

   Bullets and Cream – 007 AU (S)

   Your Mother is Going to Kill Me (fluff, implied S)

   What’s Your Favorite Position? (S)

   Simple Man (S) [Deamon!Dean: Coming Soon]

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

   Deep in the Archives (S)

   Need a Lift? ( SPN Fluff Appreciation Day 2017)

Casifer (Supernatural)

   Forbidden Fun (S)

Elliot Spencer (Leverage)

   The Lingerie Job (S)

Loki (Marvel)

    Sweet Revenge (S)

    All in a Night’s Work (S)

 Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

   Birthday Bash with a Bang (S)

   In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 : Part 2 (S)

   Feel What You Feel (S)

   Working it Out (S)

   Breathing 

   Sweetie Pie (S)

Steve Rogers (Marvel)

   Those Who Are Lonely (S)

   Dirty Lips (S)

   Just as Sweet (S)

   Scruff (S)

Red Hood (Jason Todd) (DC)

    Two Hoods, One Revenge (S)

    Supply Shop (S)

    He Needs Me 

    Midnight Run (Implied S)

Nightwing (Dick Grayson) (DC)

   Hey Bartender (Angst)

Batman (Bruce Wayne) (DC)

   A Night at the Theater (S) [Coming Soon]

Jack Gallagher (WWE)

   Snow Kisses (fluff)

   Kitchen Secrets (fluff)

Fergal Devitt / Finn Balor (WWE)

   Fright Club (fluff)

   An Alliance (fluff, wrestling violence)

Sheamus (WWE)

   The Doctor Called (fluff)

Roman Reigns (WWE)

   Such a Tease (S)

Elias Samson (WWE)

   Don’t Let Me Think Alone (family member death, fluff)

   Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets (S) 

   Jealous (S)

Sami Zayne (WWE)

    Cappuccino, Right? (Fluff) [Coming Soon!]

Neville (WWE)

   My King (S) [Coming Soon!]

Imagines

   Batfam: Imagine Thanksgiving

   Castiel: Satisfied (S)

   Cesaro (WWE): Pool Toss

Other

  Supernatural Fic-Contest Submission: A Spirit Flying Free 

  Supernatural Smut Apocalypse 2017 

  SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017: The Pain of Return 

  Petrichor (S, Open Pairing)

A lot of [Coming Soon] fics! 

Do you guys want a definite schedule, or do you want to be surprised as they come out?

Also, I’m planning my Thanksgiving drabbles. What dinner shenanigans do you want to see with the Winchesters, the Avengers, the Bat Family, and the WWE?

Scruff

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Steve comes back from an undercover mission where he couldn’t shave. The reader is excited to experience the extra pleasure it brings.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, uniform kink (?), dirty talk, teasing, open ending

Word Count: ~1460

Note: Felt the need for Steve. I’m still trying to work on my dirty talk, so please let me know if I’m doing okay (or if I’m improving if you’ve read my other stuff.) Leve me a comment or a note if you reblog. Likes are great too. Let me know if you’ve got an idea for a fic, or if you would like to be added to a tag list. Now please enjoy!

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The clock couldn’t tick fast enough. You were practically bouncing on your heels watching the seconds and minutes creep by until Steve would be home.

Three months.

Three months undercover on the other side of the world. No communication. No intel coming in until the end of the mission. No time for pleasantries when it did. It was a success, of course, but then came the extra few days to wrap everything up, and the paperwork to do at the local base, and then the long flight back to the tower.

You knew he would be tired. You worried that something might have happened and stirred up old hurts. You feared the nightmares that might come, waking you both up with his cold sweats and shouts in the darkness.

But you also looked forward to working out post-mission adrenaline.

Finally, you heard the tell-tale sound of the crew filing out of the garage. Tony was proudly talking about some invention of his that had worked “perfectly.”

“Yes. Right up to where it blew up in our faces.” Barton scurried past you towards the kitchen. “Sweet chocolate chip cookies and good coffee, how I’ve missed you.”

You chuckled and stood on your tip toes looking for Steve. Your eyes glanced right over him at first before landing on the new addition to his face.

“How’d this come to be?” You grinned and walked over to run your hand over the rough growth. Mentally, you took note to the arousal blossoming within you.

Steve leaned into your hand and pulled you close. “I’ve got a face that kinda sticks out. It wasn’t the best plan to wear glasses all the time. Tony suggested that I grow it out.”

He steadied you as you stood on your tip toes. “Don’t tell him,” you whispered in his ear, “but he’s a genius.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that secret,” he laughed.

“What secret?” Tony asked poking his head around the corner.

“Nothing,” you both replied in unison. After Tony went his own way you gave Steve’s scruff a slight tug, grinning wickedly as his slight groan.

“I bet this will feel good.”

Steve looked down at you quizzically. His eyes glittered and darkened as he placed his hand over yours still resting on his face. “I bet it will.” You shrieked as he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. It was next to yours, but you spent more time in his than your own.

He dropped you on the bed, laughing along with you as you giggled and bounced. He started to open his uniform; his fingers froze when you whined.

“Could… could you leave it on?” Your cheeks were already flushed, but you were sure they could ignite candles after asking.

“Sure.” He ran his fingers up under your shirt, humming in delight to feel the lace of the bra he called his favorite. “I’ve missed the feel of your skin. The taste of you. Are you going to soak me, Y/N? Dig your heels into my back, squeeze your thighs around my head?” He finished removing your shirt and smashed his mouth to yours. His fingers entwined with yours over your head. You mewled into his mouth as he ground his hips against yours. He chuckled, pulling away to kiss down your jawline. You were pinned with barely enough room to arch as he licked and nipped his way down to the valley of your breasts. He blew cold air between them, then left you bereft.

“Steve!” You came to rest on your elbows and pouted at him. The terse press of your lips slipped away as you saw the glint in his eye.

“Strip for me?”

His face broke out into a huge grin as you hastily unclasped your bra and flung it away. He helped you out of your pants. With two curled fingers, knuckles pressing into your skin, he pulled down your panties and ran his nose from your knee to your hip. He twisted his head, making sure to scratch your skin with his beard.

“Feel good yet, baby?”

You could only sigh in response.

Then you were arching off the bed as Steve buried his face into your heat. Three months of his absence heightened everything you were feeling. Hot in your chest, in your thighs. Cold in your toes. With every lap of his tongue, pleasure spangled through your veins. With every suck on your clit, constriction in your throat making your voice sound needy and strained. His name fell from your lips broken and soaring. You were so close. Everything was building almost too fast. Steve gripped your hips and held you in place as you writhed. You shivered as he chuckled into you as your thighs tightened around his head. Your thighs tingled with the burn of his scruff. His teeth grazed your clit, then he was gone.

He silenced your cry of annoyed anguish with a teeth-smashing kiss. You could hear the slight clang of his buckle being loosened. Then his hard length was pressed against your stomach, trapped between you and the suit. He gasped as you wrapped your hand around him and smeared the leaking precome over the tip. You gave him a slight twist and squeeze, smiling in victory as his head collapsed into the sheets over your shoulder.

“You tryin’ to kill me, sweetheart?”

“Maybe,” you whispered into his ear. You gave the shell a lick and giggled as his hand flashed to lay over yours on his length.

You both gave a moan as he guided his length into you. Your gasps of pleasure became groans of frustration. No matter how much you rolled your hips to match his thrusts, no matter how harshly you dug your heels into his back, Steve refused to move any faster than what felt like a snail’s pace. Your nails scratched down the back of his uniform. You almost hoped the fabric would rip if only he would move faster. His breath was even on your throat as he kissed and sucked on your sweet spot. Damn the patience of a soldier!

“Steve!” You held the words out long, your voice quivering with the sensation of his thrusts. “Fast now, slow later. Please?”

Steve whispered in your ear, “you sure, Y/N? You want it fast? Want to scream my name as you squeeze my cock with your pussy? You know you scream louder when I’m fast. Do you want the whole tower to hear? To have them know for sure that you’re mine? Tell me, how much do you want it?”

All the air in your lungs fueled your scream as Steve twisted his hips and began a furious pace. You could barely catch your breath as thrust after thrust speared you, searching. At the last second, Steve lifted up to watch your face as his found the place that made your lips part in a silent cry of pleasure. Your eyes closed on his proud face. Behind your eyelids, your vision exploded into a blinding light. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you down to match the movement of his hips. You could hear his grunts turn into desperate moans as his hips faltered.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So… damn… perfect.” His voice fell away into a guttural growl as he came. Each jolt of cum made your legs quake. When he was done he fell on top of you, barely brace himself on the bed so not to crush you. Not that it would have been the worst way to die.

Once he caught his breath he rolled off to the side, eyes closed in bliss. You summoned up the remnants of your strength from under the layers of drowsiness and leaned up to rest on his chest. Your fingers absently twirled in his new beard. A thought popped into your head, and you carried out the query with another gentle tug.

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”

“Perhaps. But I have a new thing to play with, none the less. I thought you liked it when I played?”

Steve opened his eyes to stared down at you. “How was playing with the suit?”

You took a second to faux-think. “Fun, but I want to feel you, nothing in the way, for round two.”

Steve’s head fell back with a chuckle. “You really are going to be the death of me.” He gave you a side-eyed look, then pinned you beneath him again. He rubbed his face across your cheeks and down to your throat before coming back up to kiss your eyelids. “But I’m not going to argue with you. Think you can handle it?”

“I don’t know. Can you?”

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Sweetie Pie

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Bucky reminisces about a favorite diner from before he was drafted. You want to bring a little bit of the past back to him.

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Food Mention, angst, fluff, SMUT, dirty talk and language, teasing

Word Count: 2400

Note: This started out as a Dean Winchester fic, but morphed into a Bucky fic. Please let me know what you think of the fic with comments, likes, and reblogs! I really appreciate them and giggle like mad when I get notifications. Please enjoy!

“I’m telling you; they had the best blackberry pie in the state.” Bucky’s eyes were brighter than you had seen them in a while. You couldn’t help but focus on the way his eyes crinkled at the sides, and how he kept licking his bottom lip.

Oh, to be that bottom lip. Snap out of it, Y/N!

You shook yourself back into focus. “A good mom and pop’s like that, it might still be there. Have you tried looking for it yet?”

He thought for a moment. “You know, I hadn’t even thought to. I haven’t been on that side of town since waking up.”

“Let’s look around and find it for dinner. Even if we don’t find it, we might discover a new hole-in-the-wall and find you a new favorite dessert.”

That afternoon, you almost ended up running your car on fumes as Bucky tried to remember where the diner was.

“What was the name again?” you asked.

“Rachel’s, I think. Or was that the name of the waitress? Maybe it was Betty’s.”

“If it’s there, we’ll find it.” You checked your GPS while pulled up to the curve. It hurt to see him struggle so much to remember, like a tightness around your heart that took your breath away. The map showed a dinner two blocks up, but it didn’t match any of Bucky’s descriptions so far. “Was it possibly ‘Hamilton Diner’?”

“That’s it!”

He was bouncing in his seat until you pulled up. It was a streamlined diner with big windows, but the paint was faded and most of the windows were boarded up. As were most of the windows in the surrounding buildings.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. Do you still want to find someplace new? There was an interesting-looking pizza place back the way we came.”

“Sure,” he said softly. He was equally as un-talkative for the rest of the night. He barely ate three slices and the ride was silent back to the tower.

You couldn’t get the diner out of your head over the next few days. Bucky seemed to have pushed it from his mind, but knowing him, it probably kept reminding him how much time was stolen from him. ‘Hamilton Diner’ sounded familiar to you, more than through his stories. Older than you knew him. So, you made a call to your grandmother.

She ended up having the best news in the world.

The mixer whined loudly as it struggled to keep up with the concoction you were making. Flour covered your working space and you were sure it was in your hair, already having decimated your black yoga pants and one of Bucky’s shirts. The dough you were making on the counter was super sticky in a way that didn’t feel right, but you kept on; there was no time to fix the problem.

“What’s this?” Bucky leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen and chuckled at your appearance.

“You’re not supposed to be home yet.” With a sigh you turned off the mixer, but not before a blob spun out and landed on your nose. You ignored it for the time being and went back to working the dough. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I’ve seen you bake before, and it never gets old to see how messy you can make our kitchen.” He stepped between you and the mixer and took out the extension.

“Hey, don’t lick the…” Too late.

“It was either you or the beater, sweetheart.” His smile sent heat pooling to your stomach, but you pressed on with your story.

“I called my grandmother the other night, Grandma Rachel, and made a few connections. She worked at a diner in the area for a while, and found out last night that it was the Hamilton Diner.” The dough felt less sticky as you rolled it with a flour laden rolling pin. “She took some recipes with her when she left and I thought… maybe… just maybe, one of them would be the pie we were looking for yesterday.”

Bucky’s hands laid over yours as he came to stand behind you. “You’re baking me a pie? From Hamilton Diner?” Your breath hitched as his hands eased away to wrap around your waist. “Can I help?”

By the time the pie was in the oven the kitchen was a mess. A flour war may or may not have happened, and you were sure that you looked ghostly having lost. You couldn’t help running your tongue across your bottom lip as Bucky swayed side to side to the 40’s music station you found. He swept the stuck-on dough and other disaster piles off the counter, rubbing some places harder than others as needed making his arms bulge in delicious ways. You finished drying the mixing bowl and put it away, needing to stretch to your tiptoes to put it on the shelf. When you turned around, Bucky was there to kiss your forehead. He chuckled as he blew some flour from your hair.

“You still got somethin’ on ya…um,” he tapped his nose and with a start you remembered the blob of filling from earlier. You moved grab a washcloth, but Bucky beat you to the task by licking your nose.

“Hey!” you giggled as he continued to lick and kiss across your cheeks down to your mouth, ‘cleaning’ your face while using his washcloth to get anything else.

He hummed in delight. “You taste like blackberries.”

“No taste-testing till the pie’s ready. Come on, we’ve got some time.” You led him to the couch and curled against him as you grabbed your book. Bucky read over your shoulder, tapping your thumb on the page when he reached the bottom. Eventually, fell asleep and he stopped tapping. You marked the page with his bookmark and kept reading while you waited for the oven to alert you the pie was done. Bucky woke before then, inhaling deeply the scent of fruit and goldening crust as it filled the apartment.

You made it to the oven mitts first, laughing when Bucky dramatically opened the oven door for you.

“It looks perfect, Y/N,” Bucky said as you sat it on the counter.

“Hmm. But does it taste good? I’ve never made this recipe before.” You laid it on the cooling rack as Bucky turned off the oven.

“It tasted fine when I licked the filling off you earlier.” He grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him. “You know, the pie’s going to need a few minutes to cool down.” Bucky stepped closer, pinning you to the counter. He removed the mitts from your hands, kissing across your knuckles and leading you towards the bedroom.

“You don’t want to eat it while it’s hot?” You sat on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“That’s what the invention of the microwave is for. I’ve waited this long, I can wait for a little bit more. But for you, I can never wait.” He crashed his lips into yours, the morning’s teasing replaced with passion and fire and a haste like he was starving for you. His hard length rolled against your clothed sex, making you gasp. Bucky continued to roll his hips until you were panting and his jeans were glistening in two places from both your arousals. Your stomach muscles contracted as he snarled in your ear and pulled you down harder into his lap.

“Buck-“

“You like riding me, sweetheart? Hungry for my cock yet?”

“Yes. Please, James.”

He pushed you off him to lay on your back with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. You watched over your stomach as he pulled his belt out of the loops in one tug and threw it across the room. His shirt that you had borrowed for the morning flew across the room as you threw it off you. His eyes greedily took in the sight of your bare breasts. He tapped his jeans button for a second deep in thought, watching you lick your lips, then reached down and tugged your pants and panties down your legs. He sank to his knees between your legs and pinned your hips to the bed.

“I think I’m going to taste you first.” He chuckled as you groaned with impatience. You were easy to silence with the distraction of feeling him run a metal finger up through your slick and then watching him suck it into his mouth. He hummed and closed his eyes; when they opened his pupils nearly eclipsed his irises. Bucky growled and shoved his face into your heat. He lapped and sucked, his metal finger playing inside of you the whole time. His flesh arm stayed stretched across your hips preventing you from bucking and writing away from him. He leaned back and smiled, watching your face contort in pleasure and your eyes plead.

“Please, James, don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping.” He leaned forward and hummed into your sex, “I’m not leaving this spot until you scream and gush for me.” Bucky buried two fingers into you and chuckled. You made eye contact with him one more time before you arched. His fingers began vibrating and curling, then circling around the inside of your lips so he could stimulate every bit of your walls. He sucked down on your clit, making you cry out. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open as the vibrating pushed you over the ravine of pleasure. Bucky loudly slurped up your release. He rubbed the tops of your trembling thighs until they stopped shivering. You heard his clothes drop to the floor and then felt the bed dip as he crawled up your body to suck on your neck.

“You taste so wonderful, Y/N.” His head dipped to place open-mouthed kisses on your breasts. He chuckled against your skin as you reached down and stroked his cock, twirling your thumb over the tip. Bucky grabbed both your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand. “Naughty.”

“Always,” you smirked. You whined when Bucky sucked your nipples and blew cold air across them. He was so good at making you writhe under him that you didn’t notice him lining himself up with your entrance until he was sinking in an inch at a time. You lost the ability to breathe until he bottomed out. His chest inflated against yours as he also struggled to find oxygen and his head fell into the sheets over your shoulder. You grinned down at him and flexed your walls around his length, making him curse in Russian. A second later his eyes bored into yours.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”

Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head as you rolled your hips to move yourself up and down his length. He grunted and flexed his arms to keep from moving in time with you, denying you pleasure. But at the same time, denying it to himself. You knew what to do to spur him on.

“Please James, fuck me like only you can. I want to feel your cock fill me up, want to be sore in the morning. You feel so good. So thick and perfect. Please, James. James!”

He finally met your thrust. If he didn’t have such a strong grip on your wrists and then your waist, you would have slid up the bed with how hard he was pounding into you. You were going to be sore this afternoon, much more in the morning.

The air was thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and with the scent of both of your sweats and arousals. Bucky’s skin gleamed above you, as much as you could see through your fluttering eyelashes. Your screams of pleasure were sinking into small cries increasingly higher in pitch with each thrust. Bucky released your wrists so you could wrap them around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms behind the small of your back and pulled you deeper into him. His abs rubbed against your stomach and his V against your clit. You careened over the edge with a silent whimper. Bucky gave and animalistic groan as your orgasming walls gripped his cock and pulled him into release with you. Your hips bucked wildly as his cum coated your walls.

Bucky fell slightly to one side so as not to crush you beneath him. A few breaths later he rolled onto his back and pulled you to lay on his heaving chest. Your fingers lightly traced between his muscles as your eyes drooped. You would have fallen asleep if Bucky hadn’t rumbled beneath you.

“We still have pie.”

You laughed. “One track mind.” You struggled to stand at the edge of the bed on wobbly legs. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as he handed you one of his shirts, a button-up with the buttons missing and long enough to cover the back of your thighs.

In the kitchen, he kissed the top of your head while you cut two slices. You tugged the plate away from his hand at the last second and asked, “You don’t want to take it to the tower to share with the team?”

Bucky shot you a glare that would have sent the toughest Hydra agent screaming in fear. You giggled and handed him his plate in exchange for a fork. The pie was perfectly warm and it melted in your mouth with each bite. You finished your smaller slice first and leaned against the counter to look at Bucky.

“Since when can your fingers vibrate?”

“I challenged Tony to an upgrade,” he said between bites, “convinced him I didn’t think he could do it. He didn’t ask why; just completed the challenge in two hours and danced around his workshop like he’d won the Nobel prize.”

“Hate to break it to him, but you’re the genius.” You leaned forward to kiss him, but wrapped your lips around his fork instead, stealing his next bite of pie.

“Watch it, sweetheart.”

“Or what?” You dragged your finger around your plate and licked off the escaped filling.

Bucky grinned back softly until his eyes darkened promisingly and he cupped your sex. His thumb vibrated against your still-sensitive clit. “Or I’ll finish what I started.”

At the next available chance, you stole another bite off his fork.

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Just as Sweet

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Of course, Steve’s birthday falls on Independence Day, but it’s hard to find some presents when everything is decked out in red, white, and blue.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: Cursing, food mention, SMUT, thigh riding, orgasm denial

Word Count: 1800

Note: Whew. Haven’t written anything this smutty in a while. Happy Independence Day America, and Happy Birthday to Steve Rogers! Please let me know if you enjoyed it by commenting (keyboard smashes are my favorite), liking and reblogging.

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Dammit.

You backed into the shelving as another group of excited school children scurried down the aisle. Just about every child in the old-fashioned mercantile store was running around with streamers and various ‘safe’ fireworks. Safe in that if lit they wouldn’t explode, but they could still catch the rickety building on fire. You moved on after a mother gave you an apologetic smile and herded the children out of the way. With a little more obstacle jumping that would rival some missions in the field, you made it to the owner’s office in the back corner. He ushered you in and shut the door quickly to block out the din outside.

“Miss Y/N, I presume?” His white whiskers wiggled as he chuckled at your ruffled appearance. “I’m sorry it was so difficult to get to the office. We’re always crazy this time of year.”

“It’s not a problem; it means you’re still doing well after being open for almost a hundred years. Speaking of, were you able to find the…”

“Yes, ma’am.” He walked behind his desk and took out a small box wrapped in brown paper. “It was a Dickens to find, even for me. I’m glad someone is still making this stuff though.” He handed you the box and mirrored your smile just as brightly.

“Thank you so much. He’s going to be so surprised.”

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