I Would Die For This Man.

Dangerous (Bucky x fem OC)

Words:3,735

Prompt: Bucky is a mobster type of dude and that leads to some trouble, he fixes it at the expense of some hot soup and gets it on with his wife.

Note: The wife’s name is never mentioned, he calls her belle in it one time but he means it as in beauty not a name!

Warnings: violence, burning, fighting, guns, OC gets held at gun point for a brief moment, then smut, breeding/cumming in her, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, mild dirty talk, fingering, and fluff!

Bucky's line of work was dangerous, of course.

They both agreed when he told her that it was dangerous, that he would do everything in his power to keep her out of it and to keep his work life private.

They both agreed that as long as Bucky wasn't too careless with who he brought home she was safe.

Until, of course, that was no longer true.

Bucky had been gone for a few days, he told her that he was going to be away, just out of the city to handle some business, someone did them dirty and they had him pinned.

he didn't take his phone with any of her contact information in it, he had it memorized for this exact purpose.

On this night she had all the doors locked, the windows locked and curtains drawn. The TV was playing quietly, Buck was supposed to be home any time now, he knocked a certain way so she knew it was him and to unlock the door

She was at the stove, hand on her hip and her other holding a spoon as she stirred a stew she had been working on all day. She put the spoon down when she heard a familiar knock, a smile breaking out as she wiped her hands off and ran to the door, waiting for a brief moment to hear the knock again.

When it came she opened the door, ready to see her husband after what seemed like forever.

What she saw, however, was not the loving face of her darling husband. Rather, an unfamiliar man, a gun already pointed at her face. She gaped, her smile falling as she backed in, letting the man inside without question.

Bucky told her to stay calm if she was ever discovered, to not show weakness otherwise they would use it against her, they were heartless and would do anything to break him.

She felt her heart pounding as he shut the door behind him, she backed her way into the bright kitchen and he wordlessly gestured to the chair at the dinner table. She glanced down at it before pulling it out and taking a seat. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and held eye contact, she felt like she was trembling violently but when she glanced down she was stone steady.

"Where is he?" The man said, his voice low and strong.

She looked up at him, blinking a few times and licking her lips.

"I don't know, he left several days ago. He didn't tell me where."

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"No sir, I'm not. I don't know where he is."

"You're fucking lying to me." He repeated, he held his gun by the barrel and hit across her cheek with it, her head flew to the side as the pain shot through her.

Despite this she didn't make a sound, she just looked up at him and tensed her jaw.

"Tell me where he is!" The man was angry, his nostrils flared and his lips drew down at the sides. He put the gun in his waistband and grabbed her jaw, crouching down to be eye level with her. She maintained eye contact, breathing heavy and pursing her lips.

"I told you, I don't know." Her voice was even, though her throat felt like it was closing.

He stood up, bunching his sleeves above his elbows and slapping her other cheek hard enough to make her head swing to the other side.

"Why are you protecting him? I don't like hurting a pretty face like yours but you keep fucking lying to me." He grabbed her jaw again, squeezing tight and making her look at him.

"I'm not protecting him, if I knew where he was I would tell you. Simple as that."

As she said this she very faintly heard the sound of the doorknob turning, she glanced for just a moment around, including over the man's shoulder who had his back to the front room.

He clearly didn't hear, nor notice her breaking eye contact.

"Look, beautiful. Tell me where your husband is and I promise I'll take real good care of ya, I'll make sure nothin' bad happens to ya and I'll keep a real close eye on ya." He said softly, smiling and acting as if he were comforting a small child.

The change in behavior was strange, he went from beating her to... protecting her?

"You won't have to do that, asshole."

The familiar voice made her heart soar with relief. The man turned around just as Bucky got up to him, grabbing his collar and turning him around to slam him into the wall by the doorway.

The man groaned as his head slammed into the drywall, pulling his head up to look at Bucky, then over at her who just smiled sweetly. She had a strange excitement coursing through her at the sight of seeing this up close.

"What the fu-"

Bucky used his free hand to slap the man across the cheek, then drag him off the wall and slam him against the kitchen counter.

"You do not fucking touch her, do you fucking understand?" Bucky shouted in the man's face, slamming his head against the cabinets above the granite counter.

The man seemingly gathered himself and grabbed Bucky's arm, trying to push him off. Bucky, however, only slammed him again before shoving him down against the counter, knocking the pot off the stove and pressing the side of the man's face against the hot stove.

The scream the resounded made her shiver, then take a deep breath and slowly stand up. She enjoyed the fighting but she didn't want to see how this would end.

"You owe me money in the first place." Bucky said as he snatched the poor man's body away, throwing him on the ground. She could see the blister's forming on his cheek already as she went to the back bedroom.

An hour later the house was silent, she sat on the bed with her legs crossed, scrolling through her phone. She tuned out the fighting and held her breath.

The door opened and she looked up to see her husband, panting heavily with his shirt torn, hair completely messed up, with bruises on his face.

She was about to get up to look at his injuries but he beat her to it, shutting the door behind him as he walked to the bed.

"My Belle..." He said softly, his voice much nicer and calmer than before.

He held her face with a much softer grip, thumb brushing over the deep cut on her cheek from the man's gun.

"What happened, doll? What did he want?" He asked as he looked over her entire face, then inspected her arms and exposed skin for any other wounds.

"He knew the knock we agreed on... I don't know how but he did, and so I opened the door thinking it was you and he held me at gun point. I... I don't remember everything, I just remember him hitting me, then hearing the door open and then you came in." She replied quietly, her hand holding his metal one and gripping it tight. She took deep breaths as she finally relaxed, knowing he was okay now.

"I should've killed him, nobody should have known that. I don't know how he did. That means they bugged this place. Me and the guys will check this place top to bottom to find everything, I don't know how anyone even found this place." Bucky sighed, his hand now curling around the back of her neck to bring her head forward, leaving a lingering kiss on her forehead. "I'm so sorry I let this happen, I knew I shouldn't have been gone that long." He said with a frown, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours, his most common form of physical affection.

"No, Bucky. You aren't to be blamed. If you hadn't shown up when you did who knows what would've happened... You possibly saved my life today, Buck." She replied, a gentle hand coming up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking over his faint stubble.

Bucky went to argue but she shushed him before he could say anything, tilting her head back just a bit to lean up for a kiss, her eyes closing as their lips met.

She felt his breath catch as they kissed, he slowly crawled onto the bed over her and she leaned back, smiling against him despite the soreness in her cheeks.

"I love you so much, you're so good to me." He whispered against her lips, the kiss grew desperate as the couple continued for a while.

She hummed quietly, mumbling a soft "I love you too" while her hands untucked his shirt and slid under the fabric.

Bucky grinned and pulled away from the kiss, leaning down to kiss along her jaw, then down her neck. Her chest heaved as he kissed lower, sucking multiple dark bruises into her skin as he worked on pulling her shirt off, pulling off of her completely to take the fabric off and throw it to the side. She frantically unbuttoned his shirt, her hands shaking a bit from all the emotions that surged through her all at once.

"Princess, slow down. You're trembling." Bucky said with a quiet laugh, drawing her eyes up to his cool blue ones.

She nodded, taking a deep breath and pausing her movements, she recollected herself and smiled.

"I love you, Buck." She said quietly, his eyes filled with adoration as she said that, despite having heard it already it still made him so happy to hear it again.

"I love you too, doll. I don't know what I'd do without you." He replied, he sat up and took off his shirt, finishing the last few buttons and throwing it to the side. She immediately had her hands on him again, wrapping around to feel the strong muscles in his back. She had missed him these past few days and after today she just wanted to love him and make sure he knew he was loved.

"You treat me so good, missed you so much." She whispered, her head laid back against the bed as he kissed between her breasts, she hadn't worn a bra that day and she was thankful for it.

She felt Bucky's breath puff against her skin as he left more bruises, delighted that he got to come home when he did, otherwise who knows what could've happened.

Bucky kissed lower, hands gripping the waistband of her leggings as he moved down. She raised her hips when he gave them a firm tug, allowing him to pull them off and toss them to the floor as well.

"Missed you, missed this, missed everything about you. Thought about you constantly." He whispered against her skin, she shivered at the feeling and her hands combed through Bucky's soft hair, giving an encouraging push down as a wordless plea.

"Bucky..." She whispered, biting her bottom lip and glancing down at him.

The man looked up at her with a grin before sliding down the last inch, maintaining eye contact as he lowered his face between her legs, his tongue out and immediately lapping over her clit.

The sensation was warm but her entire body shook, her fingers clenched in his hair as he began to stroke the sensitive nerves. His metal hand gripped her plump thigh, squeezing gently while his other hand crept between her legs as well.

She hadn't felt this in what seemed like ages, her hips rolled up against his face as he continued to eat her out, dipping down to eagerly fuck his tongue into her before coming back up to suck on her clit.

As he stimulated with his tongue he eased two fingers into her, groaning at the beautiful sound she made, a soft and breathy whine, barely audible. She never really made much noise, shy of her sounds.

Bucky's fingers curled against her g-spot, then pulled back, then pushed back in to curl against her g-spot again.

The intense pleasure made her really moan, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment before cracking open so she could look down at Bucky who had closed his eyes so he could focus on pleasuring his wife.

And pleasure he did.

She was rolling her hips up to grind against his tongue, then pushing them back down to fuck back against his fingers, this cycle kept going, her entire body was hot and she was whimpering.

Bucky sat up to look at her with a smirk, his mouth and the area around it glistening in the dim light, she lifted her head to look at him, dizzy from the pleasure. He kept his fingers continuously rubbing against her sweet spot, she still whined in the back of her throat.

"Did you want something, love? All you gotta do is say so." Bucky said with a brow raised, his head tipped to the side.

She pouted, her lip sticking out at his words. She was so shy in the bedroom and didn't really speak too often.

Bucky wasn't letting up, however, he held eye contact as he teased her, putting light pressure on that spot but never enough to throw her over the edge nor pull her back from it.

"Buck... You know what I want please?" She whined, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and trying to grind her hips against his hand.

"I know what you want, I just wanna hear you say it." Bucky said with a smirk, lowering himself down as if he were going to continue what he had started, instead he just fanned his breath over the area, close enough for her to know he was there but too far for her to grind up like she desperately wanted to.

Bucky whispered words of encouragement, reminding her to tell him if he was going too far. She loved the embarrassment from this treatment, knowing he wanted to hear her made her happy, and his words of praise and love made her even happier.

"Come on, beautiful, I know you can." He said softly, he was toying with her and the pressure was building, she felt so ready but knew she couldn't, and if she did get just close enough he would always slow down to a crawl.

"Please... Bucky, wanna cum... Want you to taste me..." She whimpered finally, Bucky grinned and nodded, his metal hand grabbed one of her hands and locked their fingers together as he leaned closer, pressing against the g-spot and suctioning his lips around the clit once more.

She cried aloud at the sudden onset of pleasure, gripping his hand as if her life depended on it, her other hand pulling at his hair so hard she knew she ripped some out by mistake.

Bucky managed to keep up with her movements despite her hips thrusting erratically and jerking against him. He groaned as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers and he tried his best to keep thrusting them against that spot despite her tensing so much.

She finally sucked in a large breath, chest heaving and head lolling back, her body relaxed and Bucky chuckled, sucking his fingers into his mouth, then carefully leaning a bit further to gather the juices she had created, smiling when he heard her small gasp at the feeling.

Bucky pulled away and wiped his lips, looking down at her while she gathered herself.

"You're so beautiful, always so beautiful." He said softly, leaning over her and cupping her bruised  cheek as she calmed herself.

She looked over at Bucky, or rather, through him really, her eyes were glazed over and tears had gathered from the sheer intensity. Bucky laughed a bit as he gently swiped his thumbs under her eyes.

"Babe did you even cum while I was gone?" Bucky laughed, she made a small grunt and shook her head, blinking a few times and smiling a bit.

"I wanted to wait until you got back... Worth it." She said softly, leaning up to capture Bucky's lips on hers. He happily went with it, one of his hands tangling in her hair while his other worked on his pants, getting them undone and pushed down to his thighs. He pulled away and stood up to take his pants off, leaving them in a heap on the ground.

He leaned over their nightstand and opened it, searching through the items in it.

"Want you to cum in me this time..."

Bucky's head snapped up at that, eyes wide and mouth gaped.

"You... What?"

She turned her head to look at him, eyes wide and cheeks red.

"I... I said I want you to cum in me."

If Bucky could've gotten harder, he would've. He broke into a grin and climbed back on her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She laid back, biting her lip and taking a slow breath, Bucky grabbed one of her hands again and used his other to slide himself into her.

The intense heat made him freeze completely, his eyes fluttering. He leaned over her and kissed along her shoulder. His breath came out shaky and uneven, his muscles tensed as he filled her.

She let out a quiet moan at the familiar feeling, eyes falling shut and hand gripping his.

"You always feel so good, so warm, love being inside you." Bucky rambled as he picked up a slow pace. "Always so perfect, everything about you so perfect." He mumbled, biting on her shoulder as he grunted, voice raising at the very end.

She grinned, proud she could reduce the most infamous man in their state to a flustered mess.

She swallowed her pride, leaning her head back and holding the back of his head.

"You feel so good, Buck. So deep in me, dunno what I'd do without you here." She whined, voice high pitched and ending in a moan as Bucky hit all of the right spots.

"You sound so beautiful, missed your voice while I was gone, missed your cute fucking moans." Bucky groaned, stopping to suck another bruise onto the side of her neck.

She just whimpered at that, gasping when he changed his angle just slightly and thrust faster.

Bucky moaned as well, gripping her hand as if she was his life line. She squeezed his as well and pulled on his hair, pulling him up for a passionate kiss. Bucky grunted and his other hand slid between them to rub at her clit, the one holding her hand balancing him. She gasped again, the noise trailing into a drawn out moan.

The fact that she very well could have died this evening if it weren't for this man right here hit her suddenly, her chest seizing for a second as she reeled at that thought.

All at once she grew desperate to make him cum, squeezing her walls around him and moaning at the sudden full feeling she got all over again.

The sensation made Bucky choke on his own spit, his hips jerking hard into that tight squeeze. He pressed his forehead to hers, taking slow breaths despite his quick thrusts.

"C'mon, babe. Wanna watch you cum, wanna know I made you feel good." She pleaded, voice quiet and encouraging as she watched his face contort in pleasure.

His entire body was hot, he felt so shaky in this moment as his love for her overwhelmed him. He saved her today, he knew that mans intentions were not to let her go free.

They came together, hers wasn't as mind blowing as it was at first but she was also forced out of her immediate stun from her orgasm by the sound Bucky made as he pressed in balls deep.

Bucky whimpered out loud as he came, his eyes squeezing shut and body seizing as he pushed into her completely, his hand faltering on her clit.

She grinned, her free hand sliding down to grab Bucky's ass, squeezing the tense muscle there and biting her lip. His cheeks were a dark pink and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he emptied his load in her canal, finally taking a deep breath and allowing his eyes to flutter open.

Bucky slowly pulled out, pausing if he saw her wince, then he sat back on his knees and watched as his cum leaked out of her. The sight made him blush again, a smile breaking out as he watched it.

"You're so beautiful, fuck I mean that." Bucky panted, looking between her eyes and her hole.

"Let's go shower, Buck. I missed you." She said softly, her cheeks red from all of the praise and the fact that she could feel the cum leaking out.

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"I'm so proud of you, by the way. You did exactly what I always told you to do if that ever happened." Bucky smiled, pulling her to his bare chest as the water rained on her back.

She went to speak but instead closed her eyes and took a deep breath, smiling and kissing Bucky's scar line on his chest.

"I don't know how you stayed calm that entire time but I'm so thankful you did." He continued to say, both of his hands rubbing over her back.

"I know what I do is dangerous, but god dammit I'm so glad that despite that you're willing to stay with me, knowing that it's dangerous you're still willing to be here." Bucky sighed, his head resting on top of hers.

"It's because I love you, dummy. Otherwise I wouldn't have demanded we get married." She giggled, smiling against him. "I missed you, a lot. I was so excited when I thought it was you but fuck seeing you protect me that like I just... I had to have you after that oh god." She sighed, shivering from the mere memory. "Ruined the stew though..." She pouted.

Bucky laughed and looked down, cupping her face and pulling it up to look at him. "I made it better though, didn't I? I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow, after me and the crew debug the house." He promised, kissing her forehead before rocking them both side to side.

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark 18+

✴ Prompt: N/A

✴✴ Warnings: Smut, teasing, gay smut

✴✴ Word Count: 3101 (smut starts a little less than half way through)

✴✴ Notes: This is an AU in which Peter is their adopted son, obviously this is pre endgame

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It had been a long day, to say the least. Steve came inside, he slid off his shoes at the door and marched up the stairs and into his room. Tony was down stairs cooking with Peter who is about to head out for a camping trip with his friends. So Tony and Steve have the house all to themselves for a week and a half.

Steve set his shield down in the room, propping it up against the wall before he walked into their closet, pulling out a grey t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He tossed his dirty suit into a hamper and went to the bathroom to scrub his face clean. The plus side about the suit was despite the sweat he never really got noticeably dirty except his face. So he cleaned off the dirt and went downstairs. He'd take a shower later.

Once he got into the kitchen he came up behind Tony and leaned down to kiss his cheek, then came up to Peter and gave him a tight hug, kissing the side of his head before letting him go. They all fell into the usual go about of things, Tony let Steve take over with cooking, Tony washed dishes as they needed them, and Peter would put away dishes and hand Steve whatever he needed. It was a simple routine honestly. Tony and Steve would discuss their days at the table, Peter would tell them what happened at school that day or the latest gossip

"Are you going to be here for dinner, son?" Tony asked Peter, glancing up with a raised brow quickly before looking down at the nearly empty sink. The angelic boy nodded quickly, setting his phone down and looking at his dad with a smile. "Yes sir I am. I'll have to leave right after though so I wont be able to help out." He explained before he got a text, Peter glanced at it and smiled.

"Actually, Ned said he's ready to leave now if you two are okay with that." He said as he began to stand up. Steve set the spoon he was using to the side and looked up at Peter. "Of course its okay, son. We know where you are, you'll have your suit ready just in case, and we trust Ned. Be sure to keep in touch." He said, Tony nodding behind him.

Peter came up and hugged the both of them, kissing their cheeks before heading upstairs to grab his bags and head out to Neds.

Steve and Tony fell into a comfortable silence before Cap got bored.

"How was your day, Tony?" He asked as he worked on the sauce for spaghetti. Tony dried the last dish and came to prop himself on the counter beside the stove.

"It was really good. I got to talk to Harley today, and Wade too. I saw Natasha while I went to get some groceries." He said with a smile. Steve couldn't help the fond smile as he stepped to the side and leaned forward, quickly kissing Tony's lips. It was supposed to be a simple, gentle kiss.

However, clearly Tony had other plans. When Cap went to pull back Tony grabbed onto his tight shirt, not pulling but just holding him where he was. He attempted to eagerly deepen the already hot kiss but Steve pulled away with a smirk.

Tony gave a childish pout, Steve was the only person who could see him like this. He was relaxed, truly calm. He truly trusted Rogers with his whole heart.

Steve booped his nose and went back to the sauce, stirring it and adding cilantro. "That’s for later Tony, after I've showered." He said quickly as he pulled out two plates and two wine glasses. Tony smiled wide and sat up, clearing his throat and hopping off the counter.

He took the glasses and helped set up the table, then sat in his usual seat right next to Steve's. Said man brought in the pot of pasta and sauce, followed by two bottles of wine. White and red.

Tony took the wine and poured himself a glass of white and Steve a glass of red. Steve plated the dinner and gave a warm smile as he sat down.

Throughout dinner Tony and Steve calmly talked about their day, not saying much but enough to fill the silence. Then the conversation got more bold and flirtatious as the bottles slowly emptied.

"Steve, remember the first time we had sex?" Tony asked, seemingly out of nowhere. Steve almost choked on his food, clearing his throat and turning his head to look at Tony with wide blue eyes.

He regained his composure, putting on his usual charming smile. "Of course I do. It was in your room at your place. I showed up on your doorstep, right after a battle. You were so scared you had no clue what to do I mean hell it was well past midnight and a bleeding Captain America covered in soot and dirt showed up at your doorstep. You pulled me into your bathroom and ran me a bath. I remember being nervous to take my clothes off in front of you. Hell you ended up having to take my pants off for me since they were stuck to my leg." Steve chuckled fondly, shaking his head a bit before sipping his glass and pouring some more and continuing.

"You helped me into the tub, my hand was holding my crotch so you wouldn’t see it while I was getting in. Once I was in the water I relaxed and calmed down while you washed me. You started with my hair, commenting on how soft it was even after all the damage it has taken. Then you washed my face and cleaned all the cuts. You cleaned all of me, making a few naughty jokes to lighten the mood. Then when you dried me off you had me wait on your bed for some clothes. So I sat naked all except for a damp towel on my lap so I didn’t soak your sheets. I remember falling asleep at some point. I had a dream, and it wasn't a pleasant one at all. I woke up clutching your arms, practically screaming. When I saw you I instantly calmed down. You gave me a pair of joggers and we ended up cuddling while watching a movie. Well. One thing led to another. And so yeah." Steve finished quickly, face heating up at the memory of Tony's face as he bounced on Steve's lap.

He jerked out of his brain when he felt Tony reach over and grab his thigh, squeezing it softly before letting go and standing up. Only then did Steve realize that he was completely finished.

Steve suddenly decided he couldn't eat anymore and set his plate in the sink. He put the wine away and chugged his glass down before heading upstairs where he saw Tony go.

Once Steve walked into the room he heard the shower running and saw a little bit of steam coming out. He walked in and saw Tony, brushing his teeth and looking in the mirror. He saw Steve and smiled, "Coming to shower with me, baby?" He asked sweetly, pulling his shirt off before turning around to look at Steve.

Steve smiled and nodded, walking into the hot bathroom and pulling off his shirt. Tony was transfixed on his arms, the way his muscles rippled as he pulled his clothes off. Tony eagerly got on the counter again, smiling at Steve. "Come here sweet heart. I want a kiss." He made grabby hands to Steve, swinging his legs and tilting his head. Steve smirked and stood between them, hands resting on Tony's strong thighs.

They leaned towards each other at the same time, lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Tony’s hand resting on Steve's jaw, pulling him closer whilst Steve’s hands rested on Tony's waist. They pulled each other as close as they could get together, and only paused when Tony pawed at Steve's hips where the joggers still rested. He smirked and hooked his fingers underneath the elastic band, snatching them down over the plump curve of Steve's ass and down his muscular thighs.

As Tony leaned in for another kiss he smirked as their lips brushed. Mumbling a quick "That is America's ass." Before giving it a firm slap and smirking against Steve's soft lips. He felt rather than heard the sharp gasp before he was being lifted up, thankfully he was already naked as Steve carried him into the shower and closed the door.

Steve pressed Tony against the wall, groaning into his mouth as he pressed their hips together. They obviously couldn't get hard nearly as fast as they used to but they enjoyed the steady build up of pleasure. Steve carefully let Tony down before sitting on the cool shower bench and looking at his lover with a smirk.

Tony got the message and dropped to his knees, this was his favourite part. He loved watching and feeling Steve grow as he sucked him off.

Steve's head thunked back against thick glass as Tony took his semi-hard shaft into his hot mouth. His strong hand grabbed Tony's dark hair and led him into a fair paced bob, closing his eyes and letting out the faintest of groans. He wasn’t always a loud person, he would groan but mostly just bite his lip and listen to Tony's moans of pleasure.

Tony smiled as he felt blood rush to Steve's cock, hardening it quickly. Before long Tony had trouble sucking it all, he had to force himself to breathe through his nose and open his throat a bit to allow Steve to be fully sheathed in his mouth.

Every time Tony deep-throated Steve he had the same reaction, he'd always look down to look into Tony's eyes, hips twitching and lip forced between his teeth.

Tony hummed a little and reached up, he continued bobbing his head as he grabbed one of Steve's perk, pink nipples and gently rolled it between his tan fingers, rubbing over the tip of it before squeezing it again.

Steve couldn’t help the surprised moan as his hips jerked towards Tony and his back arched. His thighs were tense as he tried to force himself to breathe properly again and hold back.

Tony pulled up with a satisfying pop before he gave Steve a smirk. "Aw, are these still sensitive dear?" He teased, using both hands to tug and rub at Steve's nipples. He let out a hiss of pleasure and his back arched towards the pleasure again.

Suddenly Steve grabbed Tony’s wrists in one large hand and pressed him against the wall, standing up and pressing their chests together. Tony blushed and looked up at the smirking Steve.

Steve suddenly grabbed Tony's throat with his free hand, giving a firm squeeze that made Tony's legs tremble.

"So, you wanna play games, huh? Then you won’t get this sweet cock in you at all until you apologize and beg for it." Steve practically growled, leaning close to Tony, breathing it into his ear before he let go and quickly moved to turn Tony around.

"Are you going to apologize now my dear?" He asked softly, finger tip grazing down Tony's spine making him shiver and arch his back. He let it trail down to Tony's hole, rubbing against it but not pushing in.

Tony, being the brat he is turned to look back at Steve in his peripheral. "No." He said simply, sticking his tongue out but desperately pushing his hips back against the finger prodding at his hole.

"Fine. I can do this all day baby boy." He smirked and pushed in a long finger, Tony gasped and tensed a little at the shock but relaxed and bit his lip to hide his whimper.

Steve gripped his own aching cock and began to touch himself as he fingered Tony. He added in his second finger and arched it to push directly against Tony's prostate.

The shaking man let out a gasp and pushed back against Steve’s fingers, he replied by pulling them both out entirely. "Apologize. Or I'll leave you like this all night. Dangling on the edge but never once getting to cum." Steve threatened.

Tony gulped down his pride, one hand shooting back to find Steve's and grip his hand tightly. He cracked and closed his eyes, licking his lips before opening his eyes again.

"Okay okay Steve, fuck-Steve... I’m sorry for teasing you about your.. Your nipples being so sensitive I uh-" he had to pause to catch his breath when Steve let go of his own shaft to push two fingers back into Tony's hole.

"You what? Tony. Don't leave it like that." Steve teased, smirking at Tony’s determined look.

"I'm really sorry and please dear god fuck the day lights out of me before I do it myself Steve Jesus Christ I'm practically dripping over here don’t leave me like this please!" Tony begged all in one breath, gasping as Steve curved his strong fingers again and massaged over Tony's prostate.

Tony let out a long moan at the feeling while Steve pushed in a third finger, still rubbing against his prostate.

Tony bit back a whimper as he felt the pressure building up. His breaths were shallow as he suddenly bucked against the cool wall, gasping loudly as the shower sprayed away the sticky wet substance he just released. Steve seemed genuinely appalled at this, but soon he smirked a devilish smirk.

Tony whimpered as Steve continued rubbing against his swollen prostate, "Come on, baby boy. I've made you cum multiple times I know you can do this." He smirked and stood up from where he was kneeled behind Tony. He gave a soft slap to Tony's ass, watching as it jiggled gently.

"Come on Tony, kneel over the bench." He smiled and helped his lover into position. Tony smiled a little as he finally caught his breath and looked back at Steve.

Currently he was rubbing the blunt head of America's cock against his ready hole. Tony groaned and pushed his hips back a little, pushing Steve's fat head into himself.

They both let out a groan, Tony trembling and Steve gripping his hips in an iron hold. Slowly, Steve eased himself into Tony fully. He let out a breath and at the save time Tony began rocking his hips, knocking the wind out of Steve.

After he regained himself Steve gripped Tony's hips tighter and began thrusting, biting his plump lip as he did so. Tony however wasn't silent at all, he let out loud, feminine moans.

Steve gripped Tony's hair and used it as leverage to thrust faster. Tony looked back with a challenge. "I said fuck me Steve not make love to me god dammit! Fuck me like I'm your dirty fucking whore! Give me that cock sir oh good god-" Tony began blabbering nonsense after that because Steve did as he told him to and snapped his hips forward, pushing into him as deep as he could possibly go. His shaft rubbed against Tony's prostate as he thrusted making Tony's legs tremble and threaten to give out so Steve did what any boyfriend would do when giving their lover the best dick they've ever had.

He pulled out and lifted Tony easily, pressing him against the wall and wrapping Tony's legs around him. Steve pushed back in and he swore Tony thought he saw God himself. In this position Tony felt tighter and he felt Steve deeper inside him. His eyes rolled back as he gripped onto Steve, who was thrusting into him at a punishing speed. He leaned forward to bite and suck on Tony's neck, leaving a dark purple bruise on the side.

Tony whimpered softly, his cock throbbing between them. Steve smiled and gripped it, still thrusting as he began to quickly get Tony off, his hips and left arm moving quickly.

Tony let his head fall back as he let out a loud moan, trembling against Steve and digging his nails into Steve's firm back.

Without warning yet again Tony gasped as he came, it shot between them and coated their stomachs and chests, Steve didn't slow down at all. The water from the shower was cold by now but neither one of them cared, Steve held Tony up as he thrusted harder.

Steve felt his balls tighten as he pressed all the way into Tony he let out his first true moan of the night as he came hot and heavy into Tony, they both shivered as they felt it leak out just a bit between Steve's dick and Tony's tight hole. 

Slowly Steve pulled out, groaning and setting Tony down on the bench. He carefully washed him, using a wash cloth and gentle soap that smelled like vanilla.

Steve smirked as he kneeled down to help clean off Tony's thighs but saw he was so stretched it was already leaking out quickly and getting sprayed off the bench. He glanced up at Tony and grinned, leaning forward to gently lick over Tony's stretched hole. He heard the man squeak softly and his hand rest in Steve's hair. He was debating whether to pull Steve closer or push him away.

Sadly he chose the latter, Steve backed off as soon as he felt the gentle pressure on his head and looked up at Tony with a warm smile. "I’m sorry baby, you know sometimes I can hardly help myself." Steve said sweetly, standing up and turning off the water. He grabbed them two towels and began drying Tony off, once he was as dry as he'd get Steve dried himself off and carried Tony into the bedroom. He tossed their wet towels to the side and pulled a tired Tony under the warm blankets.

The shorter man instantly pulled Steve against him to cuddle against his tan chest. Steve wrapped their legs together and laid his head on Tony's shoulder, careful of his chest. He leaned up to quickly kiss Tony’s cheek before settling back down.

"Hey, Steve?" Tony asked after a few seconds.

"...Yeah?" A groggy Steve answered.

"I love you. And your sensitive nipples."

"Go to sleep. Asshole."

"Language."

PSA

I need you guys to lemme know what you all want, I need ideas, I need requests, I do anything and everything except:

ThorxLoki (too close for comfort sibling wise)

And TonyxPeter because to me Peter is like his son.

I personally don't like Steve x Carol but if it is requested like five times then I'll write it.

"I can do this all day," 

⭐Happy Birthday Rogers⭐

(July 4th, 1918)

Tease (Loki x Stark Son!Reader)

Prompt: a dom leaving kisses on their subs neck lovingly but it gets their sub so worked up that they start moaning "please daddy don't stop! Fuck!" These words coming from their precious baby make them lose control and they mark up their sub for everyone to see. Warnings: handjobs, dom top Loki, submissive bottom reader :) Words: 1,740 Note: Yo so. This is a thing now lol you're 18 or 19 lol AU where tony is still a billionaire but lives in his cabin and whatnot. Hes also cool with Loki. 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰

It's a calm Friday evening, you're all cozy and warm in your bedroom. It was winter in your area, snow gently falling outside your window where your dark emerald green curtains were drawn almost completely. You had a heated blanket on under you as you read a novel, flipping through the pages silently.

At a tap on your open door you looked up to see Tony with a smile, dark circles under his eyes from obvious lack of sleep.

"Hey kid, just came to say good night." He said softly, leaning against your door frame.

"Oh. You're actually going to sleep tonight?" You asked with a soft chuckle, setting your book to the side and standing. You stretched before walking over and giving him a hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek. Something the two of you always did before bedtime.

"Yeah, I figured three days is enough work for now. Then I'll rest and get back to it tomorrow."

You nodded before going back to sit on your bed, Tony walked out, gently shutting the door behind him as he went up the stairs into his bedroom.

You laid in bed for a while before a mischievous god came in unannounced and unexpected.

"Oh, Loki." You said as you looked up to a smiling man, bright blue eyes softening once they found you. You set your book to the side and gladly opened your arms for the god.

"Hello darling, I'm sorry I'm so late." He said softly as he pulled off any hard clothes he wore such as his belt and shoes, then laid in your arms with his cold face against your neck.

"It's okay love, can i ask why you were late?" You asked curiously, smiling as you stroked his hair.

"Just the usual stuff. Had to tend to some... Things on Asgard with the blond brute." He mumbled, snuggling his face closer against your warm neck. After a short silence he placed soft kisses against the sensitive skin, causing your breath to hitch. Loki clearly knew what he was doing as he kissed along the smooth area while your dominant hand slid into his hair and your other hand curled in the sheets.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, your head arched back against your pillow and Loki placing wet kisses across your sensitive neck.

Suddenly he pulled away and ushered for a position change.

Loki now sat comfortably behind you, you between his legs, "Let's watch the tv, yeah?" He cooed absentmindedly, resuming his previous actions on your neck. However he refused to give nearly as much attention until you turned on the television and let a random movie play. Now his hands inched under your shirt, his fingertips lightly caressing the soft skin he had exposed.

Now that there was background noise, Loki pressed firmly against you and began to properly lick and nibble on that side of your neck, your hands gripped tightly at the sides of the God's pants while your lip tucked firmly between your teeth.

The soft touches were gone, now there were bites which were sure to leave bruising, and his hands had slid up to your chest, eagerly tweaking the pointed nipples there for added stimulation.

"Oh fuck... Loki please just... Just do more!" You pleaded in a hushed tone. Your hips stirred while Loki gave a low growl.

"You know I love it when you beg for me." He whispered, breath fanning over your wet skin and making you shiver despite the warm blanket beneath you. "I suppose I could." He hummed, returning to his kisses.

You were about to start pleading again when you felt his teeth bite down once more, your thighs automatically clamped together but Loki had other plans. He wrapped his strong legs around yours and opened them back. Loki sucked and nibbled on the tender skin, he didn't stop until he knew there was a bruise.

You were stiff as ever, whimpering and lifting your hips, desperate for friction. "Please, Loki, I'm so hard for you. Please touch me." You cried, Loki chuckled against the next bruise he was making. The sting from the bruises only helped bring pulsing down your shaft.

Just as you were about to beg again Loki turned you around to face him. He pulled you into his lap and you gave a soft whimper at the pressure on your cock.

"Now, my pet, I'm going to leave my mark on every square inch of your sinful little body. You can bring yourself to orgasm can't you? Like a good boy." Loki explained firmly, no arguing allowed. The tone alone sent shivers down your spine, and straight to your dick.

"But... Loki, please I want you to touch me... Your hands always feel so good. When you're in me oh god it feels amazing... Please, only you can make me feel that good Loki..." You begged, pulling your shirt off over your head, bunching your pajama bottoms around your thighs, the outline of your aching erection was clearly visible in grey boxers and the sight made Loki drool.

"My beautiful, beautiful sweet boy... So good at begging for me. Want my cock, my darling love?" Loki smirked, his thumb teasing at your lips while his own mouthed down your chest and caught a nipple.

"Please, yes sir. I want it so bad." You mumbled, gasping and jerking slightly. The smallest touch would be sending you unraveling, with the added fact you haven't seen Loki in what felt like ages adding in to that.

"Well... My darling. I can't fuck you tonight, it's too risky. But I can make you cum so many times you'll be dizzy by the end." Loki promised, smirking and latching his lips to your nipple. You couldn't form a proper response so instead you just arched your back and immediately tangled your hands in the midnight hair. Loki's tongue worked expertly against your sensitive nipple and his hands slowly worked their way down your body.

"Fuck- wanna... Wanna touch you too, Loki." You said softly, the god paused, pulling back and smiling that gorgeous smile you'd never get tired of. He nodded once and tugged his shirt off, you climbed off of his lap so he could tug his pants down, you did the same.

Finally, the both of you were completely naked and you were back in his lap. One hand was fumbling in your drawer while the other was messily lost in Loki's silk hair. You pulled out the lube and hastily uncapped it and poured some down your God's shaft. You then handed the bottle off to Loki who smeared some down yours as well.

With the both of you now slick Loki wrapped both of his hands around the both of you, grasping both cocks and slowly moving his hands up and down. You could feel the sparks across your abdomen at the mere feeling of his hands, your hips rolled up into his fists against his shaft which caused a desperate keen to bubble up from your throat.

"Loki... 'M not gonna last too long..." You admitted shyly, your foreheads pressed together as you thrusted up into his hand, feeling every bump and dip along his shaft.

"I know, my darling boy. That's okay, you can cum whenever you're ready my love." Loki panted, his hands moving quickly over both erections.

His words triggered something, lit the fuse that coursed from your chest, down your naval, through your hips, dipped past to your toes, then erupted all at once. Leaving behind a truly sticky, hot mess on the both of you.

Loki didn't stop, though. Despite your lazy whines and whimpers of over stimulation he didn't stop. If anything, he actually sped up, grunting and thrusting up into his hand as well. You tried pulling your softened cock away but Loki tsked and looked up at you with those baby blue eyes. "Not until I cum." He said simply, it was clear he was almost there, he panted and his hips bucked up into the slick hold.

Your cock was stinging from the stimulation but you wouldn't trade it for the world now, staring down as Loki's flushed cock leaked precum that dripped on his abdomen.

Then, Loki made a sound you only heard the first time you ever touched each other. Loki whimpered and rolled his hips up desperately. As if he were pleading to no one in particular. The sound alone made your body spark awake again despite clearly being sore and achy already.

"Come on Loki, you're so close I can see it. You look so good like this, you always look so so good. Gonna cum soon? God, I fucking hope so." You encouraged, your hands trailing to Loki's smooth chest to tweak both of his nipples. The god moaned lowly and glanced up at you, then back down at his flushed cock head.

Right before your eyes you watched as Loki's hips canted up and his entire body shook. You grinned wickedly, watching with excitement as he came, his hand never once slowing down as he coated his abdomen and his hand.

Loki laid there, panting and recovering from his borderline mind shattering orgasm. You slowly backed up and slid down his body, smirking as a response to his questioning look.

Gingerly, you took his hand and lapped away the fresh cum, humming quietly as you cleaned off his hand, sucking each one of his fingers in your mouth before licking between them.

"My god..." Loki stated breathlessly.

You weren't done, however. You smirked and kissed across his hips before up his stomach, licking up each rope of cum that landed there, whether it be yours or his.

Once he was clean you sat up and wiped under your bottom lip, grinning and looking down at him. Loki seemed as if he were in awe.

"I'm going to absolutely wreck you..." He whispered before flipping you over and laughing sweetly.

Tonight was going to be absolutely spectacular.

I will eventually work on titling my works, just give it some time so I can first put out more (hopefully) higher quality works

Alright guys

I need suggestions, please send in requests for any marvel character/ship (no incest, no real rape, id rather not write major character death) send people who may want something written my way, I have no motivation for anything and am really trying to force some writing out of this brain of mine.

Also I'll eventually get my masterlist put in my bio I completely forgot to when i made it 💔

Distractions

Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton

Prompt: Natasha is still haunted by memories from the infamous red room. Clint offers his complete support and helps take her mind off of it.

Warnings: some emotional stuff, some sexual stuff too

Words: 2.4k

Note: I called Clint a marksman somewhere in here and some people may think it's wrong but Ive always considered archers to be marksmen. Also the characters are both poorly written in my opinion but I'd love feedback

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Natasha sat in her room, door shut, lights off, it was completely dark, around 2 in the morning. She hasn’t been able to sleep since she saw the date for today. She excused herself from the group she was having fun with and simply went up to her floor to lie down and mope to herself.

Clearly she can’t be alone in her own mind. She heard an elevator ding signaling someone's presence. She didn’t sit up or even look that way.

There was a dip in the bed and that's when she turned her head and smiled when she saw who it was.

Steve sat there, smiling and just rubbing her arm. "I noticed you weren't in such a good mood, wanna tell me what's going on Romanoff?" He asked quietly, lips in a tight line as he looked at her. Natasha smiled and shook her head, pursing her lips and shifting to face him.

"It's just. The date is a marker for when I became... Whatever thing I am now." She sighed, looking up at him and patting his arm gently. "I don't really want to talk about it."

Steve nodded and stood up to take his leave, giving her a firm pat on the arm. "I'll send Clint up here in a minute, I'm going to go back down to talk to Tony and Bruce." He said quietly, taking one last look at Natasha before leaving the room. She let out a sigh and stood up, walking to her dresser and pulling out a t shirt and a pair of fluffy pajama bottoms. She quickly stripped and redressed before laying back down, pushing her comforter down to the foot of the bed and laying down under the sheet. There was a quiet tap on her door before it opened and an all too familiar face peeked in.

"Hey there Nat. Steve told me to come talk to you, is everything alright?" He asked quietly, as if he spoke too loud it would break something. Natasha rolled on her side to face Clint and pat the spot beside her on her bed. The marksman came in and shut the door softly before walking over.

When he sat down he laid back against the headboard and laid his legs out in front of him. Natasha scooted closer and laid her head on Clint’s thigh.

Their relationship had always been questioned by others, they weren't really sure what they were either. They acted like a couple, went out on dates sometimes, kissed and cuddled, and sometimes things got a little hot between them as well. There have been several occasions where the both of them have shown up for training littered in scratch marks and bruises from nights before. So they had a complicated relationship to say the least.

Clint took Natasha's hair down from the messy ponytail it was in and combed his fingers through her hair slowly. Natasha instantly relaxed against him and sighed. "Thank you, Clint. For coming up here and checking on me, I'm glad I’ve met you. Its just. The day I didn’t realize what it was so when I found out I was hit instantly with remembrance of what I've become. Who I've become. I'm so glad I've become who I am otherwise I wouldn’t have met you and I wouldn't have been able to become so happy but I always wonder what if I had just been normal?" Natasha rambled on and Clint simply listened and played with her hair. When she finished he looked down at her and smiled, letting his hand trail down to cup her cheek.

Natasha smiled and leaned up, reaching up with one delicate hand to comb through Clint’s hair on the back of his head. Her fingers tangled in suddenly and she pulled him down into a slow kiss. There wasn't any heat behind it just soft, passionate kissing.

Clint pulled away with a throaty chuckle and looked at Natasha despite it being dark in the room enough light was in there for them to see each other.

"Nat, I am so lucky to have met you. You make me so undeniably happy and I hate to see you in such a low spot. I understand that today is a rough day for you but I'm here for you and I wont leave until you need me to. But right now you need someone here and that is gonna be me until you are sick and tired of it. I'm here to listen, comfort, and distract you from your pain in any way needed." Clint whispered sweetly, pressing his forehead to hers and wrapping a large hand around hers as it came up to touch the side of his face. All at once Natasha pulled Clint into another kiss, this time holding fire and desire in it.

Clint blindly reached around behind him until he found the lamp and turned it on. The sudden light made Natasha pull away and smile at him. "I want to be able to actually see you while I cause a distraction." Clint smiled as he shifted so Natasha laid on her back and Clint hovered over her.

They kissed for a long while, Natasha would nibble and bite on Clint’s bottom lip to pull out deep groans and grunts from the man above her. His hands ran over her sides and to her hips then up her legs that had wrapped around his waist. His hands wandered to her knees then came back up to her sides underneath her shirt. Clint pulled away to sit back on his knees between her legs, his rough hands gently massaged and caressed Natasha's pale breasts, giving them a firm squeeze before he began to pinch and tease her sensitive nipples.

Natasha's back arched into the stimulation and her eyes fluttered shut, her small hands gripped his large wrists to have something to hold on to while he touched her. Out of everyone she's ever been with he's the only one who stuck around long enough to learn exactly how to unwind her. She didn't understand why he stayed but she's more than thankful for it every day they spend together. Natasha sat up and ripped her shirt over her head before laying back down to let Clint continue his assault on her torso. He leaned down over her body to place a wet kiss right under her jaw, followed by on her collar bone, then he paused right below the collarbone to suck a dark purple bruise into the pale skin.

Clint always loves marking Natasha, he thinks that the dark purples, blues, and reds all look beautiful compared to her skin as white as cream. He loved how they made her body shiver and rather than snarky remarks he pulls beautiful moans from between her cherry red lips. He loved pleasing Natasha, he would spend hours teasing her and making her feel the best she ever has before.

Clint continued his kisses, kissing between the soft breasts before going off to the side and swirling his tongue around the perky nipple, then closing his lips around it to suck on the skin softly. He let His teeth slowly and carefully scrape over the sides before he pulled away and smirked as he saw the heaving breaths Natasha was taking. Whenever he stopped the assassin would lift her head up with a pout, followed by a whine from the back of her throat.

Natasha swirled her hips around and pushed them up against Clint's. Even through the soft material of her pants and his sweat pants she felt a jolt of pleasure spark through her abdomen. She impatiently ran her hands under his shirt and tugged it up and off. Immediately her eyes landed on his chest and his arm, Natasha always loved his tattoos, she loved to admire them and take her time to kiss over the soft inked skin. Just as she went to flip them over to appreciate his body Clint put a firm hand on her chest and leaned down again.

"I know you like to take control, princess. But tonight is about you. Im going to make sure you see how perfect I think you are no matter what your past consists of." He whispered against the soft skin of her flat stomach. Natasha bit her lip and relaxed, slowly calming herself down and taking a deep breath in before closing her eyes and letting herself be pleasured.

Clint took this as an okay and pulled her fuzzy fox print pajama bottoms off and tossed them aside. His lips traced over the faint mark of her abs and left more hickeys on the smooth skin before kissing down to her hips where he barely bit the jutted out hip bone and sucked in a mark as well. Natasha's hips jerked roughly with every kiss and bite, she was practically grinding her now exposed clit against his jaw. Clint snickered at her impatience and wrapped his tan hands around her thighs before diving in and moaning against her clit as he finally tasted her.

Natasha let out a very audible squeal and immediately her back arched, her bright eyes rolled back, her thighs clenched around Clint’s head, and her long nails scratched his scalp as she pulled his hair roughly. Clint only let out another moan against her, looking up her body at Natasha blissed out face. She let out quiet moans, she usually wasn’t that loud in bed until it came to Clint’s fingers.

Rather than jumping straight to his fingers Clint decided to continue lapping at her swollen clit, flicking his tongue against the nerves and smirking as Natasha's hips arched up against his face. She mumbled random nonsense, which Clint zoned in on.

"Oh fuck... Fuck fuck fuck Clint... Oh my god-fuck-" Nat panted and let out a surprised squeal when suddenly Clint’s middle finger pushed into her all the way to the last knuckle. Her body froze as he continued sucking and licking over her clit, his finger slowly pumped a couple of times before suddenly curling up all at once which made Natasha lock up and let out a loud moan from the sudden intense pleasure rather than the dull, constant pleasure from his tongue.

Suddenly all of her senses were heightened, Clint continued quickly curling his finger inside of her while his tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. She felt as if it were too much yet still not enough.

Clint was relentless, he wasn't slowing down at all. He added a second finger to Natasha and curled them both, Natasha felt a tight knot curl up in her abdomen. Her hips thrusted against the pleasure and bucked erratically. Clint pressed a hand down on her pelvis which caused Natasha to clamp down all at once and and keep Clint’s fingers inside of her. His tongue worked against her as her walls clenched and unclenched through her orgasm as it ripped through her. She hadn’t had an orgasm this powerful in over a month, some juices leaked around Clint’s strong fingers. Finally she relaxed and looked down at Clint who had pulled away and sucked his fingers clean.

He kissed up Natasha's body and licked his lips before kissing her softly. "Do you have the energy for one more, Natasha? If not that is perfectly fine we can go and get in a bath and then come back in here and cuddle until you fall asleep." Clint began rambling this time, Natasha giggled and kissed him again with a satisfied hum.

"I can go again, but I'd rather you let me have a taste of you." She rasped, sitting up and urging Clint to lie back. He wasn't going to complain at all so he followed as she said and lifted his hips as she tugged down his sweatpants.

Natasha wasn’t in the mood to tease so she looked up through her long lashes as she gripped Clint at the base and slowly sank down. She had to pull back about halfway down and push her hair back before sinking down once more, this time closing her eyes and taking a steady breath through her nose as she allowed her throat to relax. Her gag reflex tried to tighten around the head of Clint’s cock but Natasha had to force herself to fight it and take him down all the way.

Clint let his head fall back and a groan fall from his lips, his hand came up to Natasha's hair to push it back and grip it tight. Natasha hummed a little as she pulled back, saliva dripping down the shaft slowly. She then suctioned her lips tightly around the swollen tip before sinking back down, Clint jerked his head up to watch Natasha as he moaned again. His eyes fluttered just as she glanced up and sank all the way down again.

Natasha continued this steady pace until Clint was grinding his hips up into her. Finally Natasha pulled off and looked up with wide eyes. "You can fuck my face, Clint. You know that." She smiled, he grinned and pulled her back to his cock. She opened her mouth and slid just past the tip into her mouth then let Clint take control from there.

The archer pulled her down a bit more before thrusting his hips up into her mouth, once he got used to the feeling he let himself thrust faster. Clint moaned and let himself go, his muscles were pulled taut and he felt his climax building all too quick. Natasha knew this and waited patiently, adding in soft moans as he hit the back of her throat. His thighs tensed and pulled up just a little bit as his head fell back hard against the pillows.

He couldn't form proper words but Natasha felt the pulsing cock and closed her lips around it just as she felt the hot, salty cum shoot out and land on her tongue and even down her throat. It kept going and once he was done she pulled away, she swallowed everything in her mouth and stuck her tongue out at him. Clint smiled and reached up, cupping her face and stroking over her cheek.

"I hope you don’t think we're done yet, I'm gonna be distracting you all day." Clint said with a wink.

Hey guys I'm gonna be re-writing Casual, I didnt like the way it turned out and I just really want to enjoy the work I put out as well, sorry if it's an inconvenience to any of y'all but I'll try to get it out soon ❤❤

Memory Lane (Stucky)

Prompt: Steve and Bucky take a trip down memory lane which leads them to some... Fun times. Warnings: flashbacks to sexual situations, risk of being arrested (40's laws), real time (?) sex, a little bit of fluff if you squint real hard. Words: 1,872 Note: I rushed this, it is currently 3:54 AM, about the last... Id say 700 words is all rushed and it probably isn't anywhere near my best work. I'll do better, I promise :)  also please request specific scenes you will like to see! I have my ships and everything laid out if you want an xreader just message me and tell me which marvel character and what scene! Then trust me to get it done in probably two weeks or so (I have 26 more chapters to update that Ive been getting done slowly but surely. Please have faith.) 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰

Steve and Bucky sat together up in Steve's room on his sofa. It had been too long since they got quality alone time.

"Hey Stevie. Remember when we were... Well closer than we are now?" Bucky asked out of nowhere, Steve knew what he was asking. If he remembered when they were intimate with each other.

Cap smiled and looked over at him, "Yes, I do. I remember each time we snuck around and almost got caught by the law." He chuckled with a slow nod. Bucky looked over at the blue eyed super soldier, twiddling his thumbs.

"Can you remind me? I know I enjoyed those times but I can't remember any of the situations." James asked softly, looking up at his best friend while his cheeks and ears lit up red. He hated what had happened to him, he lost his good memories, he just remembers that he had fun times with Steve.

"Oh well. Sure. Um. The first time we ever did anything I was so nervous. You were 17 years old. I was 16. I think that was when I realized how much I love you. But basically we didn't have sex or anything but you pulled me under a stairwell and you were my first kiss, you covered my mouth when you moved down to give me hickies because I was so sensitive and we had to sneak around all the guards and police. My heart pounded and I was aching. You had promised that you would give me more but not in that moment because it was too risky." Steve recalled, smiling at how innocent and shy he used to be.

"Well, then what happened?" Buck asked curiously, looking up at Steve from where he laid in his lap and reached up to run a calloused finger slowly along Steve's strong jaw. The strong man smiled as he looked down to admire the long haired boy below him.

"Well, then you took me back to my place and helped me out. You made me feel the best I had ever felt before, Buck." He smiled sweetly at James, affection and pure adoration showing bright across his features. Barnes returned the look, suddenly leaning up to kiss Steve. He took Rogers' full bottom lip between his as they kissed for a while, Bucky moving so he was now properly straddling Steve's hips.

Bucky smiled as they kissed sloppily, tongue and teeth everywhere. Suddenly Bucky pulled away and threw his hair up in a messy ponytail before leaning back down to brush their lips together. They kept their eyes locked as Bucky smirked. "Remember how good I made you feel, Stevie? How I would have you shaking for me within mere moments?" He asked, Steve's arms wrapped around James and pulled him close, squeezing his hips tightly and trying to lean up for another hot kiss, but Bucky pulled himself back and had the audacity to stand back and head to Steve's bedroom.

"I'll be finding the lube you better get your ass in bed, Steve." James called back to him with a sinister smile. Steve laughed and stood up, fixing his clothes before heading back to his room where sure enough Bucky was in his drawers. He had one of Steve's bottles in his hand but was still searching. He hadn't noticed Steve come in yet. Slowly, Steve came up behind Bucky and wrapped two strong arms around his waist. He placed his lips close to Bucky's ear and looked over his shoulder.

"Anything you’re looking for there, Sergeant?" He asked softly, smirking as he pressed soft kisses along Bucky’s jawline. He reached up and unzipped James' jacket to reveal a thin, solid black t-shirt. Steve smiled and let his cool fingertips slide under the tight shirt to trace along Bucky’s abs. The older man let out a shuddering breath at the feeling before turning around and pushing Steve backwards onto the neatly made bed.

Steve fell with a soft 'oomph' and Bucky was immediately on him, lips locked together and fingers running through each others hair. Steve snatched out Bucky’s ponytail and pulled on his dark strands roughly.

James worked on stripping his own upper half while Steve did the same. Once they were shirtless Bucky crawled down his body to kiss Steves defined chest, being sure to leave a nice violet bruise right over where his heart is. Steve let out a soft as the sudden sting from getting a mark and it trailed off into a low moan, making Bucky smirk and boosting his ego.

"Feel good, captain?" He asked gruffly, voice coming out as a low growl. Steve nodded and pulled his mouth back on him. Bucky chuckled but went back to leaving wet kisses and red and blue bruises on Steve's chest before going down to his stomach. Here, Bucky paused to place a kiss on each tensed abdominal muscle before he trailed more hickeys down to the waistband of Steves dark joggers.

Bucky stared up at a needy Steve, smirking as he slowly pulled the man's pants down past his knees where Steve managed to kick them off. Bucky raised both brows at the sudden realization.

"Went commando today, huh?" He teased, smirking and sticking his tongue out. Steve blushed and let out an embarrassing squeal as he felt a hot tongue press against the underside of his length, running from just above his scrotum up to the very tip of his cock.

Bucky didn't hesitate as he eased his head down onto Steve, holding the hard shaft still with one hand as he went further down. He kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath before sinking all the way down, a skill he learned back in the 40's to really fuck Steve up in public places underneath covered tables.

Steve let out a noise closer to a grunt rather than a moan which urged Bucky to bob his head carefully. Steve's hands pulled on his hair roughly, both pushing him down as well as pulling him up for a kiss. With just bobbing his head Bucky got a little bored, so he pulled out the lube from before and without even looking drizzled a little on two of his fingers. He recapped the bottle and then pressed his middle finger to Steve's hole. Needless to say, the large man was surprised by the wet feeling. Bucky hummed a little as he pushed his finger in to the third knuckle, immediately sliding in a second. Steve moaned loudly and his hands shot to the sheets beside his hips, which swiveled and twitched as he quickly got used to the familiar feeling.

"Don’t say its been a while, Stevie. I saw those cute little toys you had hiding." Bucky teased again, enjoying the fact that he was embarrassing the love of his life. Steve's face lit up like the fourth of July and his mouth fell open. Only to immediately slam shut and tuck that nice red bottom lip between those perfect teeth.

Bucky had curled his fingers against that nice little place inside of Steve that made him dizzy, he continued the assault on his prostate just because he loved making Steve almost fall apart from his fingers. Buckys metal arm came up to hold Steve's face and stroke a cool thumb over his cheekbone. "You're doing so good for me, Stevie. Such a good boy just for me." He praised sweetly, smiling as Steve smiled lazily at him.

Bucky angled his body differently so he could thrust his arm better and curl his fingers easier without his arm cramping. Steve gripped Bucky's arms as his whole body pushed up the bed, James hummed softly as he fingered his lover open, smirking as he now got a better angle of Steve's face now that he wasnt between his legs. He smirked as he watched Steve struggle to catch his breath, and saw how he was struggling to even say Bucky's name now.

James hummed and pulled his fingers out. He grabbed the lube and slathered himself, and then rubbed the excess across Steve's entrance. He chuckled to himself as Steve let out a soft noise at the sensation.

Carefully, Bucky used his metal arm to lead himself into an eagerly waiting Steve, they both moaned and Bucky gently squeezed Steve's hip. Once he moved his metal arm he leaned forward, wrapping the metal arm carefully around Steve's tense throat to give himself more leverage. He quickly discovered that Steve liked it apparently because he leaned into the touch, and don't forget Bucky picked up on the little 'tighter'

He smirked, pressing his lips to Steve's ear as he began thrusting his hips in a slow paced but firm slam. "You're still a slut for my hand on your throat, huh?" He whispered, chuckling at the gurgling sound Steve made in response. He leaned back a bit, keeping a hand around Steve's throat and let himself drive into the man.

"God, Stevie. You're so hot, fuck I missed this so much I'm so glad you're back, that you found me, fuck I'm so glad we're back." He panted, hips snapping forward sharply. He missed this feeling, not only this feeling but also the chemistry between them. The sex they had was great then, fantastic now. He thinks its because of their emotional connection with one another.

He let go of Steve's throat to reach down a bit and tweak the hard nipple, flicking it back and forth before pinching and releasing. Steve reached up with both hands and pulled Bucky in for a kiss, moaning loudly into the sloppy lip lock between them.

When they broke apart for air Steve opened his mouth to say something, however he was so close, so absolutely on edge, that he felt as if he couldn't speak at all.

Bucky sensed this and reached between them, grabbing Steve's cock with a slick hand. He teased mostly around the head where he knew Steve liked it before he began furiously stroking the shaft and shivering at the throbbing he felt.

Bucky was closer than he's been in a while so he's about to cum, but waited last second. He stared into Steve's eyes as they came together, Bucky pulled out as he came, watching as their cum mixed together on Steve's tensed stomach.

Once they both cleared their heads they stared at each other for a long time before Bucky leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead and left to grab a damp wash cloth. He came back to a yawning blonde boy, smiling at Buck the entire time he quickly cleaned him up.

"We can get a shower tomorrow or tonight. Depending on when we wake up." Bucky smiled, chuckling softly as he laid down next to Steve. They cuddled for a while, giggling and giving each other little kisses on the forehead or the lips before they began to doze off together, like they used to as teens.