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Sweet Tooth 》 Chris Evans x Reader

a/n: uh oh, here goes the smut haaaaa

summary: You and Chris have a sweet tooth...

warnings: 18+, smut, oral male receiving, fingering, mature language

The sweet tooth you both had in your current state was beginning to consume each of you. You glanced at the fridge, Chris’ eyes zeroing in on the pantry door. Stealing a glance at the other, you licked your lips; desperately craving it. You could see the look that came across Chris’ face, that he was also craving something, but he hadn’t quite specified.

“Ice cream?” He asked although his eyes were still settled on the pantry door.

“Fruit?” You counteracted, your item of choice being on the colder side, but it definitely wasn’t fruit.

Dodger was lying on the floor, watching as the two of you had a stare-off with the fridge and pantry before you both bolted out of your seats. Chris raced into the pantry while you jerked open the refrigerator door, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth.

When you grabbed the fresh can of whipped cream, you saw Chris walking out of the pantry with the chocolate syrup.

“Whipped cream?” He nodded his head to the can settled in your grasp.

You scoffed.

“Chocolate syrup?” You retorted. Chris looked down at the fresh bottle, the plastic still encasing the closed nozzle.

Suddenly, both of your eyes lit up with a new idea.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Chris asked you and you grinned.

“Does it involve making a mess?” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Without even agreeing, you knew it was his exact thoughts by the way he clambered up the stairs, rushing to follow in behind him.

You each made it into your shared bedroom. Chris already began tearing off his shirt while you unfastened the button to your shorts, urgently pushing them down before you discarded your shirt into the pile where Chris’ clothes were. You marveled at the sight of his body, his toned exterior, already licking your lips at the thought of licking whipped cream off of those abs.

You hurried to close the bedroom door as Chris started yanking the fresh sheets off of the bed, he knew how messy you two could get. You giggled wildly as you rushed to grab a hair tie and pull your hair back. By the time you two were finished, Chris was in nothing but his boxers, you wearing a matching bra and panty set.

“Who goes first?” You asked.

Chris laid his palm flat before forming a fist and settling it on the top of his hand, making your mouth open slightly.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” You asked your husband with a hand on your hip. “What are we? Five?”

Chris glared at you momentarily but smiled once you replicated his hand placement.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You both said in unison, Chris throwing rock as you threw out paper, making you scream for victory. You heard him groan. “And I wanted to lick chocolate syrup off your ass, first!” He whined, but you giggled immensely.

“Lay back, pretty boy.” You winked, placing your hand on his rock-hard chest, tossing him back.

Grabbing the can of whipped cream off of the bedside table, you shook it up and removed the top, throwing some back into your mouth, not forgetting to release a moan as Chris’ blue eyes marveled at the sight of you.

Giggling, you placed the tip of the can at his mouth to which he gladly opened, allowing you to squeeze some into his mouth, making him smile at you.

Trailing a line of whipped cream from the middle of his pecs, down his abs, leaving some at the hem of his boxers, you licked your lips in utter excitement. This would definitely be the cure to your sweet tooth. Using a skilled mix of your lips and tongue, you first dragged your tongue across his neck as you placed sweet kisses, earning a groan of delight from Chris’ mouth as you slowly moved further down.

Your tongue lapped across each of his pecs, using your teeth to gently graze his skin and leave it red where his tattoos were. You smirked to yourself when your eyes glanced up to see Chris’ oceanic orbs rolling. Smiling in pure delight, you slicked your tongue down the middle of his pecs, lapping up the whipped cream into your mouth as you moaned at the taste, the coolness feeling so good on your tongue.

“Oh, Chris,” You moaned aloud, causing him to reach behind his head and grip the headboard, his biceps flexing.

“Fuck, babe,” Chris hissed under his breath as you circled across his abs, your tongue swirling as you licked up each bit of the cream, continuing to moan ever so gently, just enough to make Chris go crazy beneath you. Your eyes watched him. He turned his head down to eye you as he saw you beginning to hook your fingers underneath the hem of his boxers.

Sliding them down his legs, you felt that all too familiar heartbeat pulse in your core at the sight of Chris’ long, hard, thick… You closed your eyes imagining what he could be doing to you right now; more so what you were going to do to him.

Taking the can of whipped cream, Chris saw that little glint in your eyes, the one you managed to create when you were excited. He noticed the dilation of your pupils as you looked up at him, sucking your bottom lip in as you anticipated your next move.

“Are you?” Chris asked when he saw you finish shaking the can. “Are you actually about to” - Just as he was getting the words out, he heard the spraying of the can. You placed a line of whipped cream along the length of him, grinning as though you were a child in a candy store. Chris’ body jumped underneath you, the coldness of the pasteurized contents settling on his most sensitive area.

“Babe!” Chris called out to you as you nestled your mouth over his member, licking up the whipped cream. You saw from the corner of your eye his head falling back against the pillows as his hand that was still gripping the headboard tightened, a moan of pleasure escaping from his mouth as you sucked along him in the utmost perfect way. Placing your hand around his shaft, you jerked him off, noting the obvious pre-cum beginning to seep from his tip, making you a wild woman.

As one hand pumped, you sprayed a touch of whipped cream along his tip, before taking him into your mouth, earning a string of curse words to fall from his mouth.

“Shit!” He cried out as his hips bucked against you. “Oh, baby, yes, fuck you’re such a good girl,” Chris moaned, making you only go faster and a touch harder as you could feel him nearly on the verge of collapse. You moaned around him, the vibrations of the hum sending shockwaves through Chris’ body as he cried out for you. Before long, you spluttered as you let the tip touch the back of your throat, the obvious sound making him go right over the edge.

With one simple buck of his hips and the slick movement of your hand along his shaft, you felt as the warm liquid began pouring into your mouth, Chris’ breaths heavy as you swallowed him sweetly. As he finished his orgasm, you giggled, pulling yourself off of him. He stared at you with wide eyes as you sprayed another touch of the whipped cream into your mouth.

“Mmm,” You moaned. “Something about whipped cream mixed with you just tastes… so good.” You groaned.

Chris released his hands from the headboard and attacked you, forcing your back into the mattress as you cried out in laughter, his mouth connecting to yours.

“I bet you had fun, didn’t you?” He asked as he kissed your breasts, making you groan against him.

“You didn’t?” You called out to your husband, slapping him playfully. Chris picked his head back up and planted his lips directly on yours as he smirked.

“Oh, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… watching you suck my dick while enjoying a treat? Yes, it was amazing. But I think it’s my turn now…” He trailed, reaching over to grab the bottle of chocolate syrup and quickly removing your panties, tossing them into your already made pile of clothes.

You gasped when you felt Chris flip you over onto your stomach as he slapped your ass, earning a yelp from you that made waves of pleasure course through your body. “You like that, baby girl?” Chris growled into your ear as you heard him undo the plastic off of the top. You giggled to yourself.

“Yes sir, I do,” You moaned in response before you were the one to jump at the strange feeling. Chris began to drizzle the chocolate syrup across the line of your back, adding it to your ass cheeks. You hummed as you felt Chris’ naked body pressed against yours. He kissed your shoulders and in between the blades as he dragged his tongue across your back.

Arching your back ever so slightly at the feeling of his warm tongue drawing lines across your delicate skin, it was your turn to reach for the headboard and grip, especially as Chris began licking along your ass cheeks, sucking and biting as he gave it a harsh slap earning a scream from you. You were a moaning mess as you felt his fingers slick through the wetness of your folds before he pulled your ass to him.

You stretched out with your bottom directly in the air, giving Chris access. He grunted at the sight of you, feeling as you were practically dripping onto his fingers. He used his fingers to encircle your clit, rubbing in such a way that made your face fall into the pillows as you cried out in pleasure.

Groaning heavily, you felt Chris’ middle and ring fingers plunge themselves in between your slit, your fingers gripping the headboard even tighter as he used his free hand to massage your breasts, his fingers flicking against your hardened buds.

“Fuck!” You moaned as he pushed them deeper inside of you, his teeth grazing your back.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked you. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.” He moaned against your ear as you could feel your core begin to tighten. You never had to tell Chris you were close; he could physically feel your walls contracting around him. He also could tell based on the whimpers that poured from your mouth, you desperately wanted to cum all over his hand.

“Mmm, Chris, I’m close,” You moaned breathlessly into the air. You already knew he was smirking behind you as you felt his breath in your ear.

“Cum all over my fingers, pretty girl,” He whispered. Once you received his cue, your orgasm took over your body as you cried out, screaming Chris’ name into the bedroom as he pumped his fingers further into you, hitting your g-spot with such precision that it had you a blubbering mess. Not to mention, the way his thumb tapped against your sensitive clit sent you into pure overdrive as you rocked your hips against his hand, his smile wide across his face.

As he removed his fingers from you, he allowed you to turn over. The slick evidence of your strong orgasm encased itself around Chris’s fingers and he smiled. Pulling your own move from earlier, he squeezed a touch of chocolate syrup into his mouth before he sucked every one of his fingers, moaning, watching as your eyes widened in pure ecstasy.

“Mm, baby girl, you tasted so good.” He said deeply.

“Oh,,” You gasped. “That’s what it looked like?” You smiled, eyes blown wide with euphoria.

Chris grinned, licking his lips as he saw his fingers were cleaned of you.

He leaned forward and nestled himself in between your legs, pressing his lips against yours. Tangling your arms around his neck, you held him close to your chest.

“We tasted like pastries,” You giggled, Chris staring at you.

“Pastries? I’d simply just go for thick whipped cream and warm chocolate syrup.”

You slapped his chest, rolling your eyes. You could feel the stickiness of the chocolate syrup beginning to form, even if Chris had licked it all up. You sat up, Chris staring at you.

“My ass and back are sticky,” You muttered with a giggle.

“Yeah, my dick’s kinda sticky, and it’s not because of the cu-,” - You slapped him once again as you rolled off of your shared bed. Chris laughed at you, standing up himself, knowing exactly where you two were headed.

“Round two in the shower?” You winked.

Chris immediately ran in behind you as you two entered the en-suite bathroom, both of your laughs filling the air as you started the water, your lips already pressing together

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Smut request: not sure if you’re okay with this idea but if not it’s okay. It’s a weird one. Reader is hooking up with jj but like John b or rafe walk in but don’t interrupt, they get off to you two hooking up?

Red Handed - JJ Maybank

Pairing - Reader x JJ Maybank

Summary - John B had been in a dry spell lately, nothing was helping him until he caught sight of Y/N and JJ going at it on the porch of his home.

Warnings- Sex, foreplay, language. (Not really sure what you'd call John B wanking over his friends getting off?)

Note- JJ and Y/N are totally fine in helping out their best friend.

(Gif credit to @poguesofobx )

John B had been going through a dry spell recently, every girl he set his eyes on he was instantly turned off. Not because they weren’t drop dead gorgeous, he honestly didn’t understand why he couldn’t keep himself hard.

He thought it could be the fact he had a massive crush on Sarah Cameron and she would never go for a pouge like him. It was getting so bad that he couldn’t even wank, his sleep was continually disrupted because he couldn’t get rid of his pent-up frustration. His balls so blue it hurt to walk.

That was until he crawled out of his bedroom hungover, eyes still stuck together with sleep. Bumping into the kitchen bench multiple times until he was completely conscious.

He’d been pouring himself a glass of orange juice when he heard noises, he instantly walked over to the room his best friend JJ usually crashed in. The room was empty and the bed unmade as per usual.

He couldn’t put a finger on where the noise was coming from so, he dawdled over to the window, throwing himself onto the sofa. His eyes set upon you straddling JJ on the 1-seater sofa, perfect view of your plump ass.

He knew he should have got up and walked away but when he realized his dick was straining in his shorts, he couldn’t help but reach down to palm himself, he thought to himself that it would go away at first contact, but it only caused his dick to harden even more.

“Well shit” he said to himself, his eyes burning into the back of one of his best friends. Watching the way, she pushed herself down onto JJ’s clothed dick.

It was suddenly like he was in JJ’s spot; he could feel you on his body. Again, he knew this was wrong, but he’d been so frustrated for weeks. It finally felt good to have kept an erection for longer than 30 seconds. He couldn’t not touch himself. So, he reached inside of his shorts and held himself between his hands.

Head rolling back in Exstacy, getting himself off had never felt so good. The relief of his hand rubbing slowly already had his breath staggered and heart beat racing.

“You know John B is watching” you whisper into JJ’s neck; you’d noticed him as you both switched to the three-seater couch. It didn’t bother you one bit; it also didn’t bother JJ. You both had sex in public a lot and it was definitely a big turn on for the both of you.

John B had told JJ multiple times the rut he was in, he’d never come to you directly and said anything, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of pride in the fact he was touching himself over you and JJ. It caused only caused you to get more aroused.

“Let’s give him a show” he smirks, his needy fingers massaging the skin on your thigh. You pull away from him to stand, reaching for the button on your shorts you shimmied out of them along with your Swim pants, leaving you bottomless in front of JJ and John B.

You made sure to spread your legs and bend slightly as you placed both hands on JJ’s bare thigh, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. You knew full well the sight of your soaking pussy would push John B over the edge. Bringing your legs up onto the couch to straddle JJ once more.

Your wet heat grinding onto JJ like your life depended on it, his hands grip your waist roughly and pull you off him. His fingers coming between you both and teasing your aching entrance. You can feel yourself throb against the pads of his fingers, they push deep into you and curve into a ‘come here’ motion.

Your head rolls back and he urges you to grind your hips into his hand. JJ’s eyes don’t leave your face, watching the way it twists and pants as you let loose onto his fingers. He loves watching you fuck him; he loves the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw clenching every time his thumb brushes over your sensitive bud.

“Yeah, like that, faster” you moan out, shaking your hair to fall off your shoulders. Your hand reaches around to pull off your tank top, leaving you in your skimpy red bikini top. JJ’s hands ripping the barely their triangles to expose your breasts. You place both your palms flat on JJ’s chest to keep yourself steady as you ride him.

Your nipples perky and inviting, his mouth comes forward to suck and tug on them. Your eyes momentarily leave JJ’s hungry pupils to check back in on your guest, John B doesn’t even notice you looking at him as his eyes are staring holes into JJ’s fingers that are buried deep in you.

Your eyes squeeze shut as JJ roughly brings you down onto his fingers as he notices you staring at John B, jealousy courses through his veins and he can’t help but finger fuck you harder until you're crying out in pleasure, stray tears leave your close eye lids staining your cheeks.

Your orgasm shaking your body to its core, soaking JJ’s fingers in the process. He pulls out to suck them clean and pulls your face back to his. Lips pressing together rushed and sloppy, tongues battling with one another. You begin to grind into him once more.

“Get down on your knees” he says, you're on your knees before he can help you up. Looking up through your lashes, you part your mouth ready to take him in, greedy hands crawling at his thighs.

John B was on cloud 9, his fingers wrapped around his painfully hard dick. He had reached over grabbing the lotion that sat upon the coffee table, praying to the lord for Kie leaving it there.

The wetness from the moisturizer giving him no restriction as he tugged on his dick. Eyes set upon you; your mouth wrapped around JJ’s cock. He could tell from the angle that JJ was hitting the back of your throat as he watched the way your throat tightened each time and you let out un godly noises that would be burnt in his mind forever.

Small beads of spit trickled down your chin until it landed on your exposed breast, they bouncing slightly as you bobbed up and down. JJ’s hands gripping around your long brown hair until it was placed into a messy ponytail and tugged slightly, your eyes staring up at him as tears continued to fall from the roughness of his face fucking, you loved it though.

John B’s mind blocking out everything else around him except for the two people in front of him. He could feel his orgasm taunting him, he wanted to let go so bad but it just wasn’t happening.

He began to get frustrated within himself until he saw you pull away from JJ and stand back up, he watched as you pushed JJ back onto the couch. You took your rightful seat back around JJ. He watched the way you sank down onto his cock with ease, your knees helping you to bring yourself up and down onto his shaft.

You were bouncing so hard your tits started to hurt, JJ’s hands coming up to massage them and tweak at your nipples. Your orgasm once again bubbling in your lower stomach, your body heating up as your pussy pulsed around him.

“Hold on switch” JJ says, he pulls you off him without hesitation and spins you around. Your knees meeting the couch once more and JJ standing behind you, your hands pressing firmly into the headrest of the couch.

He pushes into you once more and his hand comes up to press your face into the couch, your back arching to push your ass further into him, his hips hitting your cheeks with each thrust. You can’t help the moans falling from your lips at the new angle you had been placed in, he was hitting that perfect sweet spot with each thrust.

“Faster” you moan, one hand holding onto your hip as he picks up the pace. His other hand coming down to slap one of your ass cheeks. A small shriek leaving your lips but you still push back onto him urging him to do it again and again until you were red raw and he left a hand print.

“I can feel you squeezing around me” JJ states, his eyes rolling to the back of his head once more. His breathing staggered as his hips push deeper inside of you, this was a workout in its self and he was trying so hard to keep steady. His legs shaking as his orgasm creeps up.

John B couldn’t hold back anymore when he heard the way you screamed out in pleasure, the way sweat dripped down your forehead and your fists balled around the material of the couch. His orgasm overtaking him and warm beads of cum spat out on his stomach, soft moans of relief left his lips.

His head dropping back onto the couch in success, he had finally gotten off for the first time in weeks. He wasted no time in cleaning up and hiding back in his room, he would never tell a soul about what he had just done. Little did he know the idea you had in mind.

“Next time we invite him to join?” You question, a small laugh leaving your lips as you watch the way JJ ignores you. You knew it would take some convincing for a threesome.

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Hi! How about 42 with Ari Levinson? 😏

Pairing: Ari Levinson x black!reader

Word Count: 460

Prompt: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

You drop the magazine you’re reading to your lap and pull your sunglasses down your nose. A smirk crosses your lips as you watch the muscles of Ari’s back flex with his movements. You should be helping, but the sun and the nice breeze and the crash of the ocean in the short distance called your name a lot louder than the paint buckets. You continue to watch as he stretches out to apply a fresh coat of paint to the outside of your new resort. His muscles ripple underneath the sun, the natural light accentuating every curve and dip of his beautiful body.

You throw the magazine to the side and stand, your toes sinking into the warm sand. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle, laughing as he jumps from your sudden presence. You drop your lips right between his shoulder blades and pepper quick kisses along his back as you cup his chest in your hands.

“If you’re not going to help, you need to sit back down.” He chides, “I wanna finish this.”

“I’m. not. Doing. Anything.” You say between each kiss, dragging your nails down his chest and stomach

You swing around him, slipping in between him and the wall and smile brightly as he shakes his head in disappointment. You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling your face to his neck. He jumps again as your cool lips meet his skin, this time pulling a laugh from him. You drag your lips down his hairy chest and peck at his nipple, laughing as his laugh grows louder and fuller.

“Stop it.” He laughs as he squirms, “Stop!”

You drag your fingers down his sides, your nails scratching his skin as you swirl your tongue around his pink nipple. You bite down and he yelps, dropping his hands to your sides to squeeze you. He pushes you against the wall and pushes your chin up with his knuckles only to find a large smile on your face. He kisses you deeply, stealing the air right out of your lungs as he pushes his lower half in between your legs.

He lifts you effortlessly and places each of your long legs around his waist before sliding his hands to your ass. You push his face in between your breasts as he walks the two of you inside, hissing as his tongue slides down your cleavage. You don’t even know why he tries to fight you anymore. You always win this little game of yours.

“I just want you to know,” He starts, tossing you to the bed and dropping his little green shorts from his waist, “I let you win.”

“Uh huh,” You wink, “Sure you did, Ari.”

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

warnings: smut, masturbation (f receiving), nomad steve rogers x reader, somnophilia, 18+ reader

summary: you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep, so you have steve help you…

a/n: do not steal my work, it’s all my own. 18+ only, minors do not interact!

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you awoke from your deep sleep with a sigh. a dream that you had forgotten right as you tried remembering it, was what had awakened you. you took a quick glance to your right, seeing the clock on your nightstand gleaming 3:38 A.M. looking to your left, you saw your boyfriend’s big figure, as he lay on his stomach. you could hear his soft breathing, in and out. seeing him so peaceful made you feel guilty.

because you weren’t feeling so peaceful. seeing steve and his shirtless figure gave you butterflies. god he was sexy. you turned to your side and ran your hand softly up and down his broad back. his skin felt warm under your touch. a mischievous smile suddenly formed on your lips as you thought of the naughtiest plan you could at 3 in the morning.

you made sure steve wasn’t looking towards you, not that it mattered, but his head was turned to the opposite side of the bed. you peeked under the covers to search for his left hand, and carefully lifted it from under the sheets to grasp it under your own. his hand felt heavy in your palm, and you turned it ever so slowly as to not wake him up. you held it under your own left hand and let it run over your stomach to rest on top of your clothed mound.

you lifted the waistband the pair of boxers you wore to bed, (courtesy of steve’s underwear drawer), and slid his hand the rest of the way down. this was downright dirty, and whether steve woke up from this or not didn’t seem to bother you.

with your hand still placed perfectly on top of his, you used his middle finger to pump in and out of your entrance. almost as if you were playing the piano, in this case you were the piano, and your hand was helping to teach him how to play it.

“fuck” you whispered, still acknowledging that he was asleep.

steve was stirring a bit, his legs shifting underneath the blankets.

you suddenly felt the coil in your stomach beginning to form.

steve made a noise in his sleep, but you were too focused on dealing with your own pleasure to notice.

“what are you doing baby?” his hoarse voice whispered to you.

“i woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so i thought you’d help me tire out” you whispered back.

“all you had to do was ask” he replied, and you could see his cocky grin in the moonlight.

he removed his fingers for a quick second so he could prop himself up and take care of you the right way. with his right elbow holding him up he focused on your eyes as his middle and ring finger began to go to work.

he pumped them in and out, praising you for being a good girl as he finished you off.

“tell me what you want baby” steve said as he noticed you trying to hold in your moans

“use your words, i know you can”

“faster steve please” you moaned out, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

he began to work at you faster until you began to come undone beneath him.

“there you go sweetheart, i got you” he praised, as he continued to get you through your high.

steve’s fingers slowed down retreating from your body, and he brought them up to his own mouth. he licked them clean as he fixed your shorts back up. steve pulled you close and snuggled into your body, knowing you were already drifting off.

“i love you honey” you whispered.

“i love you too sweetheart” he whispered back, giving a quick kiss to your forehead as you both fell back asleep in each other’s arms.

As it Was

Summary:  Sam warned him when he arrived at the compound, returned to the timeline he ran from: It’s different now, she doesn’t do the superhero thing anymore, she’s got another life now, but he wouldn’t listen. He can’t. He must hope that some things are the same, that your love is the same. Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader A/N: ANGST. Re-written Post-endgame kinda thing because I’m bitter. 3.3k word count. Very inspired by Hozier’s “As it Was” :^) 

As it Was Masterpost

There is a roadway.

The tires crunch over rock and gravel as Steve drives down the familiar path. Flanked by overgrown grass and wildflowers in full bloom, insects flutter around the petals, sunlight glistening on waxy blades of green. He can smell it, even inside the car, ignited in his nose and blazing into his chest.

The smell of summer. The crushed earth beneath muddied boots.

He can taste the watermelon sugar, tingling on the sweet tongue encased in an even sweeter mouth.

Your bright pink lips wet with cold bites of fruit. He loved the way you would collect the smooth seeds and pinch them between your teeth. He loved the way you’d spit them into his face—silly with joy under the shade of a tree. Too slow, baby!

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OMGO - Post Credit Scene

Ya'll know by now to keep you ass in your seats for an after credit scene. Please enjoy and then join us for the second installment of the YarnforBrain Literary Universe, releasing sometime in the future. Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, commented - and most of all - reblogged OMGO. (and thanks to @firefly-graphics for the dividers)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | PCS

Length: 2,400 exactly Warnings: none

SIX MONTHS LATER

“That is not - You’re a damn liar, Bucky Barnes - and then he -.” You were laughing so hard you were wheezing, bracing yourself against the counter with a handful of raw, ground beef. Laughter had interrupted you in the middle of forming burger patties, and you were unable to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

“That’s exactly how it happened!” Bucky swung the fridge open, grabbed a couple of beers, and handed one to Sam. They popped the bottle tops in unison, the fizzing sound getting lost behind your laughter. Bucky and Sam were smiling, laughing more at you than the story - which you found hilarious

“You were standing there - oh my god, I’m crying - ok, Sam, so he’s standing there in front of the half-painted wall at the art gallery, head cocked to the side like a confused cocker spaniel, just starin’ at this wall -” you were gasping for breath, laughing so hard that you had trouble getting the words out. You certainly weren’t able to shape the ground beef into hamburger round. -” and when I came back from the bathroom, he’s still standing there in front of this WET PAINT sign on the wall. And he goes, ‘I don’t get modern art.’” You dropped your voice and did your best Bucky impression. “It wasn’t an exhibit. They were painting the god damn wall, and he thought -” you collapsed into laughter again, the sound contagious and causing Sam to join in with you. Bucky finally caved and smiled, able to see the humor in the misunderstanding.

“Everyone’s a critic.” Bucky rolled his eyes and took a swig from his bottle. “You know, in my defense, when I used to go to art galleries - “

Sam cut him off. “What, it was drawings on the inside of cave walls?” He smacked Bucky across the chest with the back of his hand, and the two started bickering back and forth, each digging into their memories of each other to pull out the most embarrassing ones they could find.

As you caught your breath, you stood back up and shrugged your shoulders to wipe your eyes. You’d been trying to convince Bucky to get out more and explore the town with you. He’d adamantly disagreed, but you had managed to bully him into indulging you, pulling him out of the house, and breaking his humdrum routine with little more than a well-timed smile and a tender squeeze of the hand. The more adventures you’d convinced him to go on, the more he was willing to join you on, and you’d finally convinced him to explore the hoity-toity gallery with the brass doors. You had a feeling the visit was going to be the first and last time he ever went, but you considered the day an absolute success. You’d held onto the story for almost an entire week, waiting for Sunday Family Movie Night to tell Sam.

Laughter contained, you nudged Alpine out of the way and chastised her for continuing to climb on the counter when she knew she wasn’t allowed. Beside you, Sam and Bucky continued their storytelling, which had since devolved into each of them claiming the other was misremembering things. Sam’s voice carried through the house even as the two men headed outside to the backyard.

“Silly kitty, no hamburgers for you.” Working around the fluffy white cat, you shaped the meat into patties and shooed the feline away again before turning your back on her to wash your hands and deliver the platter of raw burgers outside to the boys.

Sam and Bucky were standing in front of Bucky’s new grill, dorking out over the features that Bucky had been blown away by. It had taken them a few hours to assemble the metal beast, during which Sam had heard enough about BTUs and infinity ignitions and propane that he’d threatened to start calling Bucky Hank Hill. Now that the monstrosity was put together, they were ready for Hank Grill’s inaugural cook. Yes, they named the grill.

“You know, it’s not fair. If you get a grill, I should get a pool.” Since summer had hit, you’d been practically begging Bucky to consider a pool for the backyard, but he wasn’t convinced. He was never convinced. Getting him to commit to anything was still like pulling teeth. It had taken him almost two months to decide on which grill to get, and making the decision to get a pool was astronomically more complex than choosing between Weber or Napoleon.

“You already have a pool.” Refusing to engage in the same silly spat that you two had been having for weeks now, Bucky plopped the burgers down onto the grill. Sizzles sounded all around, growing in volume and drowning out any conversation. When he was done placing them all down, he handed you back the empty platter and pointed across the back lawn with his spatula.

“What the hell, Bucky. That isn’t a pool. That’s not even a bathtub. That’s a birdbath.” Sam came to your defense, coming over and draping his arm over your shoulders in solidarity.

He was right. Your “pool” was the same classic, shallow, plastic baby pool that every mega-mart sold each summer. You’d been lucky enough to find a pink one with cartoon crabs and starfish on it, and while it was adorable, it did not do the job.

“Sure it is. It’s a pool.”

“For babies!” Sam argued.

“Yeah, not only can I not lie down in it - it doesn’t even cover my boobies when I try to. My legs hang out the side, and I gotta dump it all the time so skeeters don't start breeding it.” Even though the humid heat of Lousianna was hard to endure, doing so while being attacked by mosquitos was even tougher.

“Yeah, think of her boobies, Barnes.”

Sighing with the spatula still in hand, Bucky threatened Sam if he said the word boobies again.

You elbowed Sam in the side while Bucky glared at him. “You’re trying to get him riled up, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at Sam, and he winked at you.

“When he lets you get shot next mission, this is why,” you warned Sam before heading back inside into the cool air.

In the kitchen, you washed the platter and dried it off so it was ready for the burgers when they were done cooking. Alpine chased you around as you maneuvered around the kitchen, stepping in between your legs and rubbing against your ankles. “Get a cat, Bucky said. It will be fun, Bucky said.” You tripped over your own feet to avoid running into the kitten and caught yourself against the fridge.

“Come here, ya little shit.” Scooping the ball of fluff up, you draped her over your shoulders like a fur stole with her front and back paws on either side of your neck. Alpine rode along with you while you opened the fridge and pulled out the fixings for the burgers along with the sides of coleslaw and potato salad. After a quick thought, you grabbed another round of beers for Bucky and Sam and added them to the things on the counter.

All that was missing was the buns. Of course, someone always managed to forget something on the grocery list, and you were just glad that you had caught the oversight while there was still time to put in a grocery delivery order. Waiting with your hands on your hips, you looked over at the clock on the microwave before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and checking on the delivery status. Right on cue, the doorbell rang as the app chirped at the groceries arrival, and you sent Alpine off to play before going to the door.

Even though you set her down, the ball of fluff followed you over to the door, running in between your legs, butting up against your ankles, trying to convince you to pick her back up, or else she would continue to try to trip you up.

“Geeze, fine. Lemme get the groceries first.” Toeing her out of your way gently, you snuck the front door open to grab the bags that had been set on the other side. Gathering them, you smiled as the welcome mat you’d picked out was revealed. It wasn’t anything special - just a natural fiber doormat with the phrase “No Shoes, Pants Optional” scrawled across it in a curvy, flourished font.

You smiled at the memory. When you had brought the doormat home, unfurling it in the kitchen, proudly showing it off to Bucky as he poured a cup of coffee, he immediately stopped what he was doing and charged you. The house had been filled with your squeals and his taunts as he chased you around the island until he jumped over it to catch you, pulling you down to the floor with his arms around your waist, demanding you follow the new house rule and lose the pants.

The two of you had laughed through sex on the kitchen floor, and eventually, you had convinced him to stick the new welcome mat outside. He was not as amused the next time Sam came over for movie night and immediately went to remove his pants.

Alpine’s needy mews followed you into the kitchen, and she jumped back onto the counter as you unpacked groceries, and you gave up trying to keep her off the counters. Working around her, you put the groceries away and collected the bags. You were ready to ball them up and shove them inside the bag full of bags in the pantry when you felt something crumple inside. Unballing it, you dumped it out onto the counter and watched as a plain, white envelope fluttered onto the table.

Not thinking much of it, you put the bags away before picking it back up. Bending down and leaning against the island on your elbows, you flipped it over looking for addressee information or any other clue as to what it was about, but it was blank both front and back. Hoping for coupons or some other promotional mail from the store, you tore the envelope open and found that didn’t seem to be the case.

Your brow furrowed as you pulled out a sheet of computer paper that had been folded precisely into thirds, with thin, sharp edges pressed into the seams. Doing the same as you had with the envelope, you turned the paper over once or twice before unfolding it. As you flipped up the top flap, a feeling of apprehension had your stomach dropping into your toes, and that feeling was confirmed as the bottom third fell open and revealed the message, written neatly in the middle of the page. All at once, your mouth went dry while your spit turned to battery acid on your tongue.

Your eyes traced over the words. The letter consisted of six words. Six words were all it took for foreboding, anger, and then worry for Bucky to wash over you. Reading the missive a few times over, you felt the letter fall from your fingers as you registered Bucky’s voice calling you from outside.

“Hey, doll, what’s takin’ so long?” He was inside the house now, and you could hear him making his way to the kitchen from the back door. “We need the platter.” He beamed at you as he came into the room, stopping to give your temple a kiss before going round to the sink and grabbing the freshly washed platter from the drying rack.

“Buns come?” He acted like he was going to smack yours with the plastic tray, and you held your finger up at him in warning. He paused in mid-air but lowered his weapon.

“Yeah, they came, but - “

-”Everything ready?” Bucky opened the glass jar of pickle slices and fished one out with his fingers.

“Yeah, but -”

Bucky interrupted you again. “It’s incredible we didn’t think to cut the pickles lengthwise back then.” He slurped down another pickle and crunched his way through his sentence, speaking with his mouth full.

Realizing you weren’t going to get a word in edgewise, you pulled the jar of pickles away from him and held the note in front of him.

“What’s this?” Bucky wiped his fingers on the back of his jeans before he took the paper, shaking it open to read the penmanship written in pencil.

Immediately, his brows furrowed, and he looked between you and the letter.

“It showed up with the groceries. No one was there. It was in the bottom of a bag.” You told him everything you knew while scooping Alpine up to your chest. She began purring immediately, and you automatically began scratching the spot between her eyes that made them flutter close and her body go loose.

Bucky looked at you intently, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip. You could see the gears in his mind working. They were connecting dots that he didn’t think would ever be linked together again, and his face was a mix of disbelief and anger and excitement. Whatever emotions he was feeling, he was caught up in them, unmoving.

“Here.” You handed the cat over to Bucky, who cradled her in his vibranium arm and went to take the platter from him. “I’m going to go get some burgers and get Sam.”

“No, it’s fine. I got it.” Bucky shifted Alpine back over to you and tossed the letter onto the counter dismissively. “I don’t have anything to say to him anyway.” Taking the platter back from you, he tucked it under his arm while he pulled another long pickle slice from the jar and folded it into his mouth. “Burgers’ll be up in a sec. Go ahead and cut the tomatoes and onions?”

You nodded, intent on his reaction.

“Thanks, doll.” He pressed a vinegary kiss to the side of your mouth and squeezed your side before heading back outside, leaving the letter on the counter.

Even while grabbing a cutting board and cutting thick slices of juicy beefsteak tomatoes and thin slivers of red onion, you eyed the letter, still wondering how so few words could have such an impact.

Buck,

We need to talk.

-Steve

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hi! can i request a sebastian smut? (if u don’t write for him it can be with bucky) where reader and him are kinda drunk and they get home and just do lazy drunk love haha

Drunk off you

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of drinking, lazy sex, implied cockwarming

Summary: You and Sebastian are tipsy and in desperate need of each other

a/n: of course honey...hope you enjoy 😌

Drunken giggles were passed into each other’s mouths.

Sebastian had you pressed against his apartment door before he’d even unlocked it. “Seb,” you laughed, dodging another attack from his lips, “Open the door!” Huffing, he chewed on his bottom lip while focusing on sticking his key in the lock.

A triumphant grin spread across his face when he managed to unlock the door, you helped him get it open before pulling him inside by his collar.

Seb’s mouth was back on yours instantly while he kicked the door shut, already working on shrugging his jacket off. You kissed him back, pulling your own jacket off and letting it drop at your feet. Your hands found the side of his face, slightly squishing his cheeks while you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues rolled, mixing the drinks you’d had earlier at the bar. Moaning into each other’s mouth, Seb’s arms snaked around your body to hug you close to him making his warmth seep through your clothes and you yearn for more. 

You kissed him feverishly, pushing your body further against his. Sebastian stepped back, steadying himself as he happily took on your added weight, tightening his hold on your waist. Your heads were tilting side to side as you tried to explore every inch of your mouths, teeth occasionally clashing tugging smiles onto your connected lips.

Seb’s hands left their spot on your back to hold your face, gently pulling your lips apart to suck in a breath. You did the same, panting while you looked up into his dilated pupils.  “Baby,” Sebastian sighed, dragging his fingertips down the side of your neck, sending tingles across your body. “Sebby...” You copied his tone causing him to chuckle, “Want you.”

You took a few steps back, biting your lip and pushing the straps of your jumpsuit off your shoulders, you shimmied, making the garment slip down your body and pool at your ankles. “Yeah, baby?” Sebastian groaned, beginning to rid himself of his own clothes while you worked on your underwear.

Once you were both stripped, he walked towards you with a shit-eating grin. His warm hands gripped the back of your thighs to hoist you up into his arms. You squealed when you were raised into the air, giggling in your tipsy state. You help onto Sebastian’s shoulders, dipping your head down to drag your tongue across the skin of his neck while he walked you both to your bedroom, sighing whenever you grazed a sweet spot.

Seb stumbled at the foot of your bed, falling forward and trapping you under his weight when you both hit the mattress. His face hovered inches above yours, breaths mingling as you both panted. The mood changed, like everything around you slowed and it was just you and Sebastian.

You felt drunk. Not off the alcohol you’d previously consumed but from Seb. His warmth and his scent made your head spin and all you wanted at that moment in time...was him.

Holding onto him, Seb rolled you both onto your sides, facing each other. Biting your bottom lip, you reached in between your bodies to grip his hardening cock, he groaned lowly, resting his forehead to yours.

You hooked your leg over Seb’s waist, shuffling closer to guide his cock to your heat, running his tip through your slick folds causing sighs to fall from both of your lips. “Seb...”

His arms held you flush against his chest, “I gotchu baby,” he whispered, slowly pushing his hips forward to slide his length into your core. You moaned as he settled inside you. Feeling full your walls clenched while your hips circled, grinding against him.

Sebastian dragged his cock out, leaving only the tip still sheathed by your walls, soon thrusting gently back, yearning for the heat of your cunt. Your eyes fluttered close, forehead still pressed to his while you found a steady rhythm.

You ground your hips, meeting every lazy thrust from Sebastian while his soft grunts filled your ears. You were clinging to him, a layer of sweat forming over your skin. Seb moved his arm under your head for you to use his bicep as a makeshift pillow, tilting your head up slightly.

He slanted his open mouth onto yours. Not kissing you, just resting there while you both panted and moaned through shared breaths. Sebastian shifted his waist closer to you in between thrusting, causing his cock to angle so his tip nudged the spongey place inside you. Seb was aware of the high pitched gasp you let out so he repeated the action, sliding as deep as possible with each slow thrust to stimulate your most sensitive spot.

It caused your walls to rhythmically squeeze his length each time he bottomed out pulling constant throaty moans out of him. “Baby...” he sighed, a warning that he was close.

“Uh-huh” With a small whimper, you reached down to press your fingertips on your clit, circling your nerves in time with your hips to wind the coil in your stomach faster. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high, mumbling against his lips, “Seb, m’close, m’close...”

Sebastian nodded as best he could, “Let go, baby.” After one last grind of your hips, you let yourself fall over the edge, whining softly while your toes curled.

The harsher clenching of your walls triggered Sebastian’s orgasm, “I’m coming, I’m coming baby!” His grip tightened around you, holding you as close as possible, you felt his abs seizing against your stomach while he spilt into you.

You hummed at the feeling of your cunt milking his cock, pulling every drop of hot cum out of him. Your fingers slowed to a stop on your clit while you felt some of your mixed juices sliding out of your core and onto your thigh.

You watched Seb’s furrowed brow soften as he came down from his high, wincing slightly when your still pulsating walls gripped his sensitive cock. As your breathing returned to normal, you brought your hand up to slide your fingers into his fluffy hair, playing with his locks and causing a lazy smile to spread across his face.

“Let’s just stay like this for a couple of hours,” Sebastian pressed a kiss to your forehead before wrapping both his arms gently around you, still nestled inside your heat. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and let your eyes close, fingers continuing to run through his hair. “Okay but just for a couple hours,” you chuckled against his skin, “Then a shower cause we’re gross.”

Seb hummed, dragging his hands over your back, “Whatever you say, baby...”

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All is Fair~ In Faith & Falsehoods

Chapter 12: All is Fair in Faith & Falsehoods

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! violence and threats. Emotional trauma, Bad language words, torture, mentions of death and extreme violence!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: approx. 3.3K

A/N: IT'S BACK! …. Don’t come for me. I really hope y'all enjoy it! feedback is always welcome, let me know your favorite part.

Jake watched his target, like he had been for over a month now, he needed to find the flaw in their security, for them to let their guard down, just long enough to grab what he needed. But their security was airtight, not a speck of dust crossed any of them without being vetted first. It was infuriating to say the least.

What would Muerta do?

He scoffed, it was foolish of him, but he missed you, your snarky mouth, your sometimes irrational decision making, your all around ‘don’t give a shit’ attitude…

Mostly… mostly he just missed you, your friendship. He could tell Steven felt the same, it had been so long since he let anyone else be in control, Marc was only useful to a fault, Steven got him closer to you. He learned to understand you, to peel off the masks you wore so easily… 

He shook his head, something isn't adding up, you wanted out, in fact you almost blatantly told him you were going rouge… what changed, what happened in the twenty-four hours after you left him? How the fuck did you get caught in a trap, it just didn’t–

His phone buzzing in his pocket pulled his attention down, the little screen lit-up with Wade’s face, he rolled his eyes, the fuck does he want.

“Speak.”

“Well good morning to you too, Cupcake.”

Jake sighed heavily, “Wade…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to the point… I found Francis.”

“Wade, I don’t care about your little obsession–” he growled.

“You will when I tell you, the assholes that Смерт (smert, death) is after and Francis are one and the same.”

A knowing smile split Jake’s lips, “You broke into the phone.”

Jake could hear the smugness leaking from Wade’s voice, “I broke into the phone.”

—

Steve stared down at you strapped to the chair in his basement, broken, bloody, it took everything in him not to nurture you, to cut your ties and embrace you. But, he had to remember who you were, a vile, lying, backstabbing, traitor.

Pure rage blinded him as he shoved the barrel of his pistol under your chin

'Do it, Rogers. Because if I get out of here. I Will. Kill. You.'

That was it, the sentence that pushed him over the edge as he shoved the barrel of his gun under your chin, he half expected you to crumble, to tell him you didn't mean any of it… But all he saw was the look in your eye, yes there was fear which cut him deeply, he never wanted you to fear him. But on top of that, you wanted him to kill you, with every fiber in your being, he could feel you urging him to pull the trigger.

A knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts, the last flicker of the memory of your face faded as he picked up his glass and he called to the door. The pit in his stomach yawned open as his eyes met your nameplate still sitting on his desk. He downed the rest of his drink, making his way to the bar for a refill as the door opened slowly, Bucky’s metal hand emerged first, followed by Peter.

“You ready Punk?”

Steve grunts as he lifts the glass to his lips, Peter speaks, “Mr. Stark sent Happy to pick us up…”

“I still think this is a stupid fucking idea. Especially after…”

“After I killed his sister?” his gaze meets Peter first, head downcast, avoiding his gaze, then he meets Bucky’s, there is more emotion there than he would ever admit, what Steve had to do that night, didn’t just affect him. It cut deep into his found family, but it tore out his soul. “It was business Bucky, Tony will understand that.” Steve waved his hand in dismissal, “Tell Happy we will be there soon and won't need his services... I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Both men started to leave, “Not you Queens, I need to speak with you.”

Bucky and Peter shared a look, before Bucky left, closing the door behind him, Peter turned to face Steve, their eyes finally meeting. Steve knew Peter was upset about you being gone, but the look he was pinning him with right now made him proud. If Steve would have been a different person, not his boss, the look would be threatening, but Steve knew better, Peter could be angry all he wanted, but he would never do anything to Steve.

 ‘I don't experiment on children.’

The words you’d spat at him echoed through his bones, he didn’t quite understand why you had said it at the time, but a memory had snagged his attention. He motioned to the wingback chair in front of his desk, “Sit.”

Slowly Peter made his way into the chair, Steve followed, leaning against the front of his desk. Peter wasn’t big by any means, but he wasn’t scrawny, he was built well, lean and strong, no hulking muscle to slow him down, he was quick, deadly, when it was necessary. 

“How are you feeling kid?”

Peter blinked, clearly not expecting the question, “Sir?”

Steve huffed in amusement, one side of his mouth lifting, “It’s been a while since we had a moment to speak, kid. Not too long ago you were beaten half to death, how are you holding up?”

I hadn't been that long ago in all reality, but there weren't many scratches left on the kid, which further aided the point you made in the basement. His stomach churned, fuck.

“I…I’m good sir, thank you for asking?” 

Steve watched as Peter began to fidget, “What were you doing at the lab, Queens.”

His brow furrowed, “Wha-what?”

Steve sighed, “The night Erskine was killed. You were at the lab, why?”

Peter's eyes widened only slightly, “I… I was on patrol.”

Steve pursed his lips, nodding, “Okay.”

Peter stood from his seat, head shaking, words tumbling from his mouth, “Mr. Rogers… I-I would never betray you…I had no idea—”

Steve shook his head, “Queens…” but Peter wasn’t listening, he continued to ramble about you and Erskine, but Steve knew he hadn’t helped you. But he was still lying. He gripped his arms, “Queens.” 

Peter froze under his grip, Steve led him back to his seat, “I know you didn’t help her, kid…” he eased his grip, but his hands remained, Steve knelt in front of him, his eyes met Peter’s, “But I also know you weren't on patrol. I need you to tell me the truth…”

—

Steve had rolled his sleeves, exposing his forearms, along with the tattoos that adorned them, lady justice spattered with fresh blood, the man in front of him stared up at him, wide-eyed, shaking. 

He was a blubbering mess, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood and drool, Steve had even noticed a wet spot in the crotch of his trousers, fucking weak. He scoffed to himself as he rolled the knife across his knuckles, his now long hair falling into his face, he raked it back as he stalked closer to the bound man, Colonel Akerly, the closest man linked to Stark and the dealings Parker had mentioned, he didn’t know much, but a name was all Steve needed. 

Turns out, Akerly didn't reach the rank of Colonel for his bravery or ability to withstand pain or torture, he sang like a canary. 

According to Akerly, Stark made a big deal with the military and Dr. Erskine after Howard died, and Erskine had been testing on street kids. He would have Bucky look farther into the details later. Steve wasn’t just angry at the situation, he was fucking furious, the fact Erskine had been doing the experiments behind Steve’s back was bad enough, Bucky and Steve had been given the first prototypes, but some of the side-effects had been too extreme for Steve to condone the experiments to conitune. Extreme anger, mood swings, an enhanced appetite (not just for food), and enhanced strength; more so than those on steroids.

Steve and Howard had fought the night Howard died, Howard thought the risks were worth it in the long run, ‘think of all the good it could do Steve’... yeah, ‘good’ he thought, how many people had to endure the pain the treatment put them through, let alone the adverse effects. He was still reeling from Peter’s apology, ‘I’m sorry Steve… I… I just get so tired of being beaten and having…. Having everyone save me all the time.’

Fuck! His blood was boiling, how the hell he hadn’t seen the signs he didn’t know, but thinking about it just pushed his blood past the boiling point–

“Steve, Tony is still waiting on you… the longer you make him wait–”

Steve raised his knife clad hand, silencing Bucky.

He struck hard and fast, he could barely feel the splitting flesh beneath the blade, the gargled screams seemed far away and muffled through the blood roaring in his ears. When he finally stepped away from Akerly, he didn't recognize him, and neither would the police. Carter would have a field day cleaning this mess. He would be sure to give her the tipoff after he was sure his men were off site, and couldn't be tracked down. He wiped his face with his sleeve, the white shirt now stained pink and red, and coated in sweat, he would have to change before meeting Tony now. 

With his anger simmering beneath the surface, he could trust himself not to skin Tony at the table, he had rolled his eyes when he found out they were meeting at an upscale Italian restaurant. A very public place, Steve smiled to himself, he had to admit, after what he had done to you, he didn't blame Tony for the precision, the man wasn’t a total moron. 

—

“Rogers.” Tony’s voice cut through the restaurant, as Steve settled in the booth across from him, “You think you kept me waiting long enough?”

“I think you picked a ridiculous place for a meeting.” he chuckled a bit. To everyone else in the restaurant, they looked like two chummy businessmen having a meeting but the air around them felt electrified; Tony was pissed, Steve could feel it. 

Good, he thought. He was equally as pissed.

Tony gave him a knowing smile, shrugging his shoulders as he gestured around the room,  his voice low, “It’s hard to kill someone and get away with it in a public setting.” he made a show of picking lint off his shoulder allowing the fake lint to ‘fall’ to the ground.  “It’s a shame the rest of my family wasn’t as smart.”

Steve ignored the jab that was clearly about you, and changed the subject, “How’s business Tony? I heard you made a nice deal with the military–”

Tony cleared his throat, “Business is good… good.” He reached for a breadstick in the center of the table, breaking a piece off, “Yeah, the military contacted me for a few pieces of tech, easy stuff.”

Steve’s lips curled knowingly, Akerly had been telling the truth, what else had Stark been up to?                                                                         

Steve remained silent as he watched Tony, dipping his bread in the vinaigrette, but out of the corner of his eyes he scanned the room, Tony may have picked a public place, but there was no telling how many of the employees here or even patrons were in his pocket, he always had to look for what no one else prepared for. And he was a sitting duck in this restaurant, one well placed waiter with a knife, or a suppressed pistol… No. Tony wasn’t that depserate or idiotic, Steve’s men would have this place burnt to the ground before Tony could finish him off. 

Tony cleared his throat “It’s a shame, you know.”

The waiter stopped by, replacing the old drinks with new ones in front of both men, then promptly left to carry on with his work. Steve took a sip, speaking around his glass, “What is?”

“My sister… She is so much like our mother was, caring, always looking to love those she believed needed it most…” his eyes met Steve’s, he was searching for something, what, Steve didn't know, didn’t care. “She loved you…”

Steve stilled, blood running cold, his drink still ghosting his lips, what the fuck… He scoffed, “Didn't think she was capable, I figured the black hole in her chest ran in the family. ”

“I tried to warn her about you, Beast of Brooklyn…” there was a dangerous glint in Tony’s eye as he spoke, “But she wouldn’t listen, no one ever listens when I speak about you.” Tony’s fingers mindlessly traced the hilt of the steak knife on the table.

Sighing, Steve tilted his head, “you brought me here for a reason Tony, out with it, I’m a busy man, with lots of things to do.” 

Tony blew out his breath, the irritation making his features taut, serious, a smirk lifting one corner of his lips, “Listen Steve…” his lips formed a tight line, “I can’t just let you walk away after what you did to my sister–” he made a show with his hands, “if I don't make an example outta you, and hang your head on my wall for everyone to see, they’ll think I’ve gone soft.”

Steve mocked Tony, pouting, “Oh no, we can't have you going soft Tony…”

“Fuck off Rogers.”

Tony’s voice low, full of threat, causing Steve to lean back in his chair, running his tongue over his top teeth, popping one of his brows, “You’re right Tony, it is a shame, people should listen…” he ran a hand over his beard, “I only hope you take your own advice…”

“Watch your back Rogers.”

Steve stood from his seat, “You started this Tony. Sent your sister to me. Her blood is on your hands, not mine.” he snarled, each word laced with venom, watching as his words hit Tony, whose brows furrowed, 

“Sent her to you?” a soft laugh left his lips, “If you think I’d send her anywhere near you Rogers you're crazier than they say…” 

Buttoning his coat, Steve stared him down, “you wanted me dead, so you sent her. Big mistake Tony.”

“She’s helpless Steve, couldn’t even hurt a fly… If I had wanted you dead, I would have found a way to hire one of the Aces.”

Steve schooled his features, that couldn't be right, Tony didn’t know about his sister? He had to have hired the Ace of Spades, Tony had to be playing him. Steve shook his head as he began to walk away, placing his hand on Tony’s shoulder, “Do not start another war you cannot win. Your sister was only the beginning.”

—

Yelena had been on the road for a few weeks, traveling from place to place, tailing a lead. Zemo had told her this recon mission was important, it was off the record. Now she was stuck in a tree doing a stakeout in upstate New York, the cool mountain air whipped around her in her makeshift perch, looking over a cabin not too far off. Some low level goons came and went every so often, but no one of any notability. She had been tailing a high value target with extremely sensitive cargo…

She scowled, she couldn't understand why Zemo had asked her to come out here, there was nothing here. Scoffing she moved to begin packing her bags, when a new nondescript vehicle slowly pulled up to the cabin. Freezing, she trained her sights on the passenger doors, three people stumbled out of the back doors, bound, gagged, and bruised… 

Yelena nearly lost her footing and fell from the tree, no wonder Zemo wanted her here to secure the cargo and sweep these assholes off the face of the earth. They weren’t just any precious cargo… the most precious of all.

Who the fuck and the balls to take them?

His family.

—

Thor walked to his bar, his confident gait grating on Zemo’s nerves, 

“How’s the family Halmut, it's been a while since I’ve seen them. Heard they were on vacation?”

Zemo’s jaw clenched, no one knows the truth about his family. No one knows they were taken, or who the moron that thought it would be a good idea was. Not to worry, he had Yelena taking care of it.

He plastered a fake smile onto his face, “They are good, enjoying the sunshine of the Southern Hemisphere; too cold for them here.”

Thor nods, “I can agree with that, the weather has been so dreary lately, it’s a shame really…”

Zemo’s patience had been worn thin, his Ace of Spades was MIA, deemed dead, he hadn’t heard back from Yelena yet, and he really wasn’t in the mood to entertain Thor, or his other appointments for the evening. He cut to the chase, “What can I do for you and your brother Thor?”

Thor looks up from his drink as he sits leisurely in the chair, giving Zemo a gigawatt smile, “I was actually going to ask about your campaign…”

Zemo lifts a brow, “I thought you three didn’t get involved in… politics.”

“Well, since my father passed,” he tosses a side-eyed glare at Loki behind him, who is perusing the bookshelves, “I want to be the one who takes on the responsibilities of The Don. So I need to start acting like one—”

Scoffing Zemo interrupts him, “Well you can make your first duty stopping whatever the hell is going on between the other two! My city is on fire and a burning city won't win a campaign!”

Thor nodded, “Yes, well it seems to be some kind of misunderstanding, don’t worry, I am already working on a solution, it's not only affecting their territories, but mine–”

“Well until that is resolved, I have no further need to speak to you Odinson–”

A tic forms in Thor’s jaw at his words, that obviously wasn’t the response he was expecting. Zemo’s  phone rings across the desk, it’s the Ace line, he doesn’t immediately answer it. Allowing it to echo in the room,

“I really do enjoy what you are doing to keep New York clean, Halmut… honestly, the mayors before you… they just weren’t cut out for the job.” A lethal smile slithers across Thor's face as he rests the drink on the arm of his chair. Caressing his beard he motions toward the still ringing phone, “Ya gonna get that there boss?” 

Zemo gives a tight lipped smile, “It can wait I’m sure.” Behind Thor, Loki shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flickering to the phone and back to Zemo.

Thor grunts, as he finishes his drink, “Well, your mayorfulness, it’s always a pleasure to do business with you…” he stands, buttoning his jacket and turning to the door. His footsteps loud against the carpet. He turns slightly as he steps out the door, “Perhaps on my next visit, I can give you more of what you desire.”

Loki nods as he follows his brother, throwing one last glance at the still ringing phone, quietly adding as he disappears behind the door,  “You should get that.”

Zemo takes a deep breath as the door shuts, then picks up the phone,

“Identity check- All is fair ”

“Response - In death and resurrections.”

The voice that comes from the other line isn’t the one he thought it would be.

A dangerous smile lifts his lips.

Check mate.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masked

Summary: You and Bucky decide to explore one of your roleplay fantasies involving the Winter Soldier mask.

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, rough sex, wall sex, floor sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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Ladylike

Summary: After Bucky fulfills one of your fantasies, you decide to turn back time and make one of his a reality.

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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Impress Me, Sergeant

Summary: You and Bucky have been playing out your roleplay fantasies. After Bucky makes it clear there’s a certain scenario he’s interested in exploring, you take charge.

Warnings: Sub!Bucky, BDSM, praise kink, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), hand job, masturbation, voyeurism, orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, dirty talk, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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Unsheathed

Summary: Bucky promised to get you back for making him wait on date night. Now, it’s time for payback—and he isn’t playing nice this time.

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, knife kink, daddy kink, rough sex, wall (refrigerator) sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), face-sitting, hand job, vaginal fingering (that damn metal arm), finger sucking, orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, dirty talk, a little fluffy, established relationship, post-Endgame, short-haired Bucky

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