• masking the truth ♥♡ - reader isn't having a good time at Steve's Halloween party, Eddie seems to be having a great time, unbeknownst to both that they'd rather be together.
• favourite day of the week 💕 - how could Eddie forget his favourite day of the week, when the reader comes knocking wearing her cheerleader outfit?
• captured moments 💕 - Corroded Coffin booked their first tour (kind-of), the reader wants to send Eddie away with some gifts to remind him what he's missing at home
• nameless ♡ - in which Eddie scores, but forgets one crucial detail
• missin' you ♡ - a letter from Eddie while he's off on tour
bucky barnes:
• when the cracks begin to show ♥ - Bucky notices the reader struggling more after missions and fights to show that he's there for them, they can get through this together
• a sweater affair ♡ - Bucky and the reader are trying to keep their relationship secret, but can't stop wearing each others clothes...
• bucky needs a break 💕♡ - life with the thunderbolts has given bucky a lot of extra work, and boy does he need a break
johnny storm:
• grumpy ♡ - Johnny comes home from work stuck in a grump, the reader teases him out of it the best way they know
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summary: a letter from eddie while he's away on tour
warnings: some swearing, references to nsfw activities
word count: 400
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My sweetheart,
I miss you, more and more everyday. We’re in Evansville tonight, some local dive bar, but the beer’s cheap so I’m not complaining.
I can’t believe it’s been three weeks since I last saw you, held you, kissed you. Every night when I get into the bus, there’s a second where I forget that I’m not driving straight home to you and I have to remind myself that it’s only one more week until I get back to you. The other guys keep making fun of me because while they’re off flirting with girls after the shows, I’m sitting and moping and missing you. Jokes on them, I’d rather be thinking of you than hanging around with those idiots.
Sometimes, when I’m laying in that “bed” in the tour bus (they legally should not be able to call it a bed when it’s that damn uncomfortable) I close my eyes and pretend you’re lying next to me. Sounds crazy but I swear sometimes I can hear your voice - could just be hearing damage from the amps or Gareth’s fucking snoring. Drives me insane just wishing that you were here next to me. You wanna know the worst thing? Despite it’s many years of loyal service, my left hand does NOT work as an alternative to you - you've ruined me. No matter how hard I try, nothing compares to your touch - I can’t wait to get home…
I hope you’re having an awful time without me… I can just imagine you laughing at me right now and it makes me miss you more. Seriously though, I hope everything’s good at home - how did your exam go? I bet you passed, my smart girl. We’ll have to celebrate when I get home. How about when I get back we buy a crap ton of candy and camp out on the sofa for a few days? I would kill for that right now.
I gotta go wrap this up so I can mail it before the show starts. I love you and I miss you and the thought of seeing you soon is gonna get me through these last few shows.
I’ll see you soon princess, I love you,
Your kick-ass rockstar boyfriend,
Eddie
P.S. Next time we go on tour I’m bringing you with me, I’m not ever leaving you this long again.
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pairing: thunderbolts!bucky barnes x thunderbolts!fem!reader THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS
summary: being a part of the team has had a strange effect on your lives, for you it has allowed you more freedom while for bucky it had given him more work - and the man needs a break.
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI smut, not an established relationship, use of pet names [doll, darling, babygirl, baby], kissing, touching, fingering, oral [f receiving], penetration [p in v], unprotected sex, cream pie, straight up porn, reader is described to have a vagina, aftercare, subspace if you squint
word count: 5.1k
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Family life with the New Avengers wasn’t exactly what you had signed up for when Bucky had called you, asking for your help with investigating Valentina’s dark web goings-on. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, finding Yelena, Walker and Ava and getting them to testify before the court. If only it had been so simple.
Nowadays, you found yourself amongst a team of misfits, the equivalent of a collage on a schoolgirl’s moodboard. Yelena and Bucky took most of the public facing work, being the two members with the least amount of public disturbances - which in itself is a baffling statement - while Ava and John tended to work background. Alexei, well, Alexei did what Alexei wanted and there wasn’t much any of you could do about that.
Bob was still largely unaware of what had happened to form the team, appointing himself the New Avengers #1 Cheerleader and Dishwasher. It had taken a couple of months to get over everything the Void had unearthed, a couple of months to stop seeing his eyes glow every time you looked at Bob.
Since then, daily life had consisted of more media and publicity than missions and saving people, which had taken a while to get used to. Bucky often found himself pacing the tower, already having experienced the world of politics through his time in congress and not wanting to get into it all over again. Yelena, on the other hand, finally felt like she was doing some good, helping people in the way that she had needed in the past.
For you, it was bittersweet. A part of you missed going on missions with the team, missed the moments in between the fighting where someone would tell a joke and nothing else would matter. In comparison, it was lovely not being woken up at 3am by some emergency that needed immediate attention. Some of the day-to-day normalities of modern life had seeped into your routine, making you feel more like a domestic goddess than a kick-ass assassin.
The abundance of free time had allowed you and the team to get to know each other better, beyond the basic questions of “who designed your suit?” and “how much ammo do you carry?”. Genuine friendships had formed as you learned of everyone’s pasts, likes and annoying habits. At least, these friendships had formed with most of the team.
Bucky hadn’t been too keen to join in with the morale building, usually holding back with tablet in hand, focused on the comms that never seemed to stop.
Sitting in the main room of the tower, the team were dotted across the sofas. Bob sat in a beanbag in the corner, listening in to the ongoing conversation while keeping his eyes on the windows.
You glanced around, eyes searching for Bucky, but coming up empty. It wasn’t uncommon for him to arrive later or leave earlier, he was never there for a whole conversation.
“But Yelena,” Alexei bellowed, standing with his arms open. “What is so wrong with wanting my name to live on in the world?”
“I don’t think starting a bear fighting show is really the way to go about it,” Yelena rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat.
Alexei spun, eyes brushing over the rest of the team, “Bears are strong! Bears are fighters! I know in my soul, I am a bear.”
You just blinked at Alexei, questioning so many of the things he said.
“I think you’re onto something,” John stated, raising an eyebrow.
“Shut up, Walker,” Ava replied, a bored expression on her face.
The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, revealing Bucky in his tactical gear. Your heart jumped at the sight and you shifted in your seat, turning towards him.
“Ah, Bucky!” Alexei started towards him before Yelena stood, marching towards Bucky.
“Bucky, have you seen this?” she pulled her phone from her pocket, turning him away from the group.
Your heart sank, a part of you hoping that he would have come to join the group. Bucky’s eyes caught yours for a second and you recognised the feelings instantly, the man was exhausted. It all added up - longer hours, being one of the public facing members of the team, constantly on the go - Bucky needed a break.
You began to wrack your brain for ideas on how to help him, knowing all too well the feeling that he was experiencing. The group continued chatting, Alexei louder than the rest, and while you were sure they were distracting each other, you stood from your spot on the sofa and headed towards Bucky and Yelena.
“Hey,” you spoke softly as the two turned to look at you, expressions serious and eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry, I just need Bucky for a moment before I head out.”
Bucky looked at Yelena before looking back to you, Yelena giving a quick nod before going back to the group.
“What’s up?” Bucky asked, hands settling on his hips as he turned his attention to you.
“Can you help me with something in the training room?” you asked, eliciting a curious expression on his face.
Sighing, he nodded and held out his arm for you to lead the way. Instead of heading to the training room, you took the turn that led you towards the dorms, causing a confused look on Bucky’s face.
“Okay, I lied,” you whispered, leaning in slightly.
Bucky’s confused expression deepened as he waited for you to continue. You reached the corridor with the doors to everyone’s rooms and stopped in front of yours, Bucky’s just a few steps further down the corridor.
“You’ve been doing so much lately, it kinda seemed like you needed a moment,” you continued, hoping you were on the right track. “I don’t know if saving you from Yelena was the right call or not, but it gives you an out to go and hide in a dark room somewhere.”
After a moment, the corners of Bucky’s mouth twisted upwards. He raised an arm, placing his hand on the wall, leaning his weight against it. He let out a breathy chuckle, running his other hand over his face.
“Was it that obvious?” his voice seemed lighter than usual.
“A lil’ bit,” you chuckled, a grin on your face as you watched his shoulders starting to relax.
“Damn, didn’t realise you could read me so well,” his hand dropped and his eyes focused on your face, studying the expression there.
You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze, hands clasping together in front of you as you leaned back against your door, “I’m just glad I got it right.”
A smirk grew on Bucky’s face as he watched your cheeks tint with a blush, his eyes softening at the sight, “Well, I believe I owe you a ‘thank you’.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you replied with a sweet smile. “Just go take a break, Bucky. You deserve it.”
His heart leapt at your words, he was always a sucker for someone showing him any form of appreciation.
“I don’t really know how,” he admitted, a bashful smile on his face. “Never had too much of a break before.”
Your eyebrows raised as he spoke, “Surely you’ve got some guilty pleasure that you never have time for?”
“Nope, not that springs to mind,” he shook his head, hands returning to their rightful spot on his hips. A cheeky grin grew on his face as he chose his next words carefully, “Why, what’s yours?”
You attempted to stifle the blush that threatened to grow even further on your cheeks, “Um, I don’t know, reality TV? I never get time to catch up with the latest seasons.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have time now, would you?” he grinned, eyes meeting yours again. “I think it’s only fair that since you saved me from work today, I return the favour.”
Your lips parted with surprise, mouth forming an ‘O’ before you realised and clamped it closed again, forming a soft smile, “As it just so happens, I do. I have everything logged in on my TV, I even have a secret snack supply.”
Bucky’s eyebrows raised, “Secret?”
“I wasn’t about to risk all of my snacks being raided by Alexei,” you giggled, a smirk on your face. “Or Walker for that matter.”
Bucky nodded as he stood straight, “Seems like we have everything we need.”
You reached your arm out, still holding Bucky’s gaze as you opened the door behind you, “Come on in.”
Moments later, you found yourself sitting next to Bucky on your sofa, flicking through streaming services to pick the perfect show to watch. While reality TV was a secret love of yours, Bucky had yet to experience the highs and lows of middle aged women fighting each other on national television, so you were trying to pick the perfect show to put on.
“Okay,” you placed the remote down as an older episode loaded. “There are going to be lots of women shouting at each other, prepare yourself.”
An amused expression grew on Bucky’s face, more at your excitement for the show than the premise, “I don’t know how to prepare for that.”
“You’ll be fine,” you chuckled, settling into the couch and placing a variety of snacks on the table in front of you. “Just get ready to enjoy it.”
The show began to play and your brain finally started to quieten, your body relaxing into the comfort of the sofa beneath you. Throwing a quick glance at Bucky, you noticed how he had stripped off the majority of his tactical gear, left in a tank top and his combat trousers, boots left by the door. Your attention was pulled back to the TV by a shout and a dramatic sound effect, but what followed was even better.
Bucky laughed. Well, it was most of a laugh. Perhaps a sharp exhale from his nose would be a more fitting description, but in your mind it was a full-on belly laugh. Your heart fluttered at the sound and it took all of your effort not to turn and grab his face between your hands, forcing him to do it over and over again.
Forcing a breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart rate, you leaned further back into the seat, shifting slightly. Bucky reacted, adjusting his position as well, his thigh brushing against yours for a brief moment. You stilled, eyes fixed on the TV as you tried to ignore the rush that went through you at the contact.
Bucky noticed your reaction, of course he did. He also noticed the way that your heart rate had picked up and you had been nibbling on your lower lip for the past few moments. Cautiously, he shifted his seating, pressing his thigh against yours more firmly this time, paying attention to how your body reacted.
You gulped, eyelids fluttering for a second as a fresh wave of weakness spread through your body, warm and gentle. The communication was completely silent, just a hint of reciprocation as your thigh pressed back against Bucky’s.
A smirk grew on his face as he felt your body pressing back against his, his hand snaking across to rest just above your knee. His fingers began to draw slow, deliberate circles on the inner side of your thigh, his heightened senses well aware of how your breath hitched as he began.
If anyone walked in at this point and asked what you were watching, they would have received a garbled mess of sounds in response. Everything in you was focused on Bucky’s hands and how they were resting against your bare skin. Your lower lip was tucked between your teeth, absentmindedly running your tongue back and forth behind your teeth as you attempted to hide any reaction.
Bucky leaned in closer, his shoulder bumping against yours as his hand slid further up your thigh, delicately brushing the skin with his own flesh hand. He let out a quiet groan as electricity buzzed where your bodies met, jaw clenching as he tried to keep his movements controlled and gentle.
The sound broke any restraint you had left and you turned your head to face him, taking in the blissful expression on his face. The line of his jaw was hard as his teeth clenched together, eyes half closed as his hand caressed the bare skin of your inner thigh.
“Bucky,” you whispered, something between a moan and a whisper.
His eyes flashed open, immediately finding your gaze with a flash of desire and uncertainty. He pulled his hand from your leg, clearly thinking your voice was some form of denial. Rather than responding with words, you reached out to grasp his hand tightly, bringing it back to your thigh, higher than it had been before. His eyes darkened with desire, jaw still tight as he held himself back from doing anything too intense too quickly.
“Doll,” his voice was gruff with want, husky and hoarse. “We don-”
“I want to,” you whispered, cutting him off before he could continue his sentence.
He ran his tongue along his lower lip, hand squeezing the pudge of your upper thigh, thumb reaching the soft skin of your hip as he stroked it gently. A whimper escaped your lips, the sight of his tongue immediately sending warmth between your thighs. You pressed them together and Bucky growled at the feeling.
“If we’re going to do this,” he spoke, voice dark and dripping with desire. “We’re going to do it right.”
Excitement rushed through your veins like an icy wave, eyes fluttering closed for a second as your head fell back. Bucky watched this happen, seizing the opportunity and pouncing.
His lips attached to your neck, kissing and licking at the sensitive pulse point as his hand raised to your hip, clutching at you as if you could disappear at any moment. The rough texture of his beard prickled against the delicate skin of your neck, the feeling stimulating every nerve ending in your body as you let out a delicate mewl.
You lifted a hand to tangle in his hair, leaning your head back to allow him access as he continued to ravish your neck with attention.
“Buck,” you whimpered, tugging at the ends of his hair. “I can’t-”
“Can’t what?” Bucky teased, nipping at the spot under your ear that made your body melt into his touch.
“Can’t be a one-time thing,” you moaned, a part of you afraid that this would scare him off. The growl that escaped his lips sent arousal directly to the spot between your thighs.
“Who said it was a one-time thing?” he replied, hand lifting to pull the straps of your tank top and bra off your shoulder as his lips trailed down your collarbone. “I certainly didn’t say that.”
You let out a sigh, pulling at his hair to bring his face to yours, “I’m serious, Bucky.”
“So am I,” his eyes searched yours, desperate to show you that he was telling the truth.
You held his gaze for a moment, eyes darting between his eyes and lips before letting out a breathy chuckle, “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“I hope you’re gonna hold me to many things,” he teased, nose brushing against yours.
You rolled your eyes playfully before pressing your lips to his, a moan escaping your throat as you felt his grip on your hip tighten. Lifting your leg, you wrapped it around his waist and pulled him down towards you. His hips slotted between yours as he balanced above you, your back pressed to the seats of the couch. You kept a leg tight around him, holding him in place as your hands dipped under the hem of his shirt.
He whimpered at the feeling of your hands dancing across his skin, your fingertips sending tingles on his skin. His teeth nibbled at your lower lip, tongue swiping against it as a plea for access. You relented, tongues dancing as the kiss deepened. You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs, hips pressed firmly against Bucky’s as he leaned his weight on top of you.
Bucky’s metal arm rested above your head while his flesh hand pulled the other strap of your shirt down, exposing your shoulders and collarbones to him. Reluctantly, he pulled his lips from yours, trailing them down your neck and along your collarbone. The way he kissed you was wanting but careful, as though he didn’t want to risk shattering you under his grasp. He placed a kiss to the top of your sternum, eyes glancing up to meet yours.
The look on your face was pure bliss and Bucky was completely addicted to the sight. The thought flashed through his mind that the main goal of the rest of his life was to see it as many times as he could before he died. His hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, pulling it up gently before he moved his face away, placing an arm behind your back to lift you in order to remove the shirt completely.
“Yours too, Buck,” you breathed, face flushed as you attempted to recapture your breathing.
He flashed a grin at you before pulling his tank top over his head, revealing his muscular chest to you. Your hands immediately lifted, fingertips tracing the scars and marks that dotted his skin, the touches gentle and caring. His smile turned soft at your actions, the realisation that this was something real for you, for both of you. His eyes closed as he enjoyed existing in your touch, letting you explore the parts of his body that had been hidden for so long.
Your hands drifted down, fingers hooking in the belt loops of his tactical pants before pulling his body back towards yours, lips crashing into his as your bodies collided. Your hips rolled upwards in search of friction, in search of him. He growled against your lips, hips pressing down into yours as his hand slipped beneath your back, arching your back to press your abdomen against his.
“Look at you baby,” he moaned against your lips. “Already so needy.”
“Someone got me all worked up,” you mumbled, hips rolling against his again as you bit your lower lip.
Bucky chuckled in response, the sound airy and breathless as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, “Hmm, maybe we should do something about that.”
“Please,” you were well aware of how desperate you sounded, the word like a prayer on your lips.
Bucky smiled against your cheek as his hand slid beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers brushing the dainty material of your panties. His movements were delicate, calculated, careful. The dance of his fingertips along your abdomen, inching closer to where you wanted him most, sent shivers through your body as you writhed beneath him.
The moment his fingers spread your folds you gasped, suddenly aware of just how much you wanted this, just how wet you had become. Bucky bit his lip as his finger slid over your clit and towards your hole, the sensation of your slick sending blood straight to his cock.
“Shit, doll,” he whimpered, which sent another wave of arousal through your body. “Didn’t realise you needed me this bad.”
Any response died on your tongue as his fingers began to draw sloppy circles over your clit, hips jittering upwards as you searched for more friction. Bucky couldn’t help himself, his clothed crotch rubbing against your inner thigh as you moaned beneath him, lips parted perfectly.
“Need you,” you breathed, forcing your eyes open to watch as Bucky’s blissed out eyes found yours.
“Use your words, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, a wild juxtaposition to the insatiable movements his fingers were currently working on your clit.
“Need your fingers,” you groaned, lips pressed against his jawline. “Please.”
“Good girl,” Bucky praised, leaving a trail of kisses along your cheekbone before yanking your shorts down your legs.
You gasped at the sudden cold air on your folds, instinctively squeezing your thighs together. Bucky placed a hand on each knee, forcing your legs apart with a gentle tut.
“Princess, if you do that again we’re going to have an issue,” his eyes were serious before turning soft as you let your legs drop wider. “That’s better.”
You flushed at the praise, hips grinding against nothing as you gazed up at Bucky’s face. Shuffling down your body, Bucky lay flat until his eyeline was directly facing your panties. He took in a deep breath, pressing his nose to the dainty fabric before licking a stripe directly over your desperate hole. Your back arched at the feeling, causing Bucky to reach up with his metal arm, pressing your back down against the bed.
Nuzzling his nose against you, he nudged your panties out of the way before pouncing, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit. A moan echoed in your chest, guttural and raw, as Bucky began to lick at your delicate folds, slurping like a man starved. The sounds coming from the pair of you were borderline pornographic, all moans and gasps and squelches.
“Fuck, can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me,” Bucky muttered into your clit, unable to tear his lips from your taste.
Bucky teased your hole with two fingers, sliding them in as your walls fluttered around him.
“Shit Bucky,” you exhaled, hips grinding against his face.
“Tell me doll,” he groaned against you, his hips thrusting wildly at the sound of your voice. “Tell me how good I’m makin’ you feel.”
“So good, Bucky,” you rasped, eyebrows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”
Bucky hummed in response, tongue lapping at your clit as his fingers curled inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jaw going slack as you felt the familiar burning in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you clenched around Bucky as he nibbled at your clit, following it up with a sloppy kiss.
“Can feel you’re close, princess,” Bucky teased, unrelenting with that tongue of his. “Show me, wanna see you fall apart on my mouth.”
The words were enough to send you over the edge, hips shaking as your thighs tightened around his head. Your walls fluttered around Bucky’s fingers as your orgasm washed over you. Your breath hitched in your chest as your entire body tensed, brain unable to comprehend the pleasure that overtook your senses.
Bucky began to press kisses to your thighs and hips as he let you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. Once your body began to still he lifted his fingers to his mouth, tongue poking out to lick your slick off of his digits with a groan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned down, his dog tags resting on your bare chest.
Your hands lifted to feel his chest, his heart racing beneath his warm skin, prickled with sweat. A finger wrapped around the chain of his tags, pulling him down to meet your lips as you pressed your faces together. Your other hand slid down his chest, teasing at the waistband of his tactical pants. It didn’t take long for Bucky to have them off, throwing them across the room before immediately returning to your lips.
You pressed your palm to his erection over his boxers, whimpering into the kiss as you felt the size of him. Pulling away from his lips, you glanced down to see him held in your hand, the girth sending a shockwave through your body. A wet patch had begun to form on his boxers as precum leaked from his tip, no doubt related to the way his hips had been rutting against the arm of the couch as he ate you out.
He hissed at your touch, evidently sensitive from the night's events. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck as you began to stroke him gently, pressing kisses to his hair. He thrust his hips into your touch, needing you just as bad as you had been needing him.
“Doll, as much as I love you touching me,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. “I fuckin’ need to be inside you.”
You didn’t take any further convincing, pushing down his boxers to free his rock hard cock. He leaned back for a moment, studying the view before him as he stroked himself a couple of times. He lined himself up with you, one hand gripping your hip tight as the other came up to stroke your cheek as he eased himself into you.
Your eyes immediately fluttered closed, jaw dropping at the sheer size of him. Garbled sounds fell from your lips, it sounded like you were casting a spell in some long-forgotten language. Bucky stifled a deep growl as he felt your walls tightening around him.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he mewled, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips.
Any type of control Bucky had had before, the precision he had displayed while working on your pleasure, disappeared the second he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. He continued to enter you until he was fully sheathed, jaw clenched as he held himself back from immediately slamming his hips into yours.
He watched your face carefully for any hint of pain as he began to withdraw, gently sliding into your tight hole again. Your face contorted with pleasure, unable to force any words from your mouth as you succumbed to the pleasure radiating through your body. Bucky took that as a sign to continue, hips rolling back and forward as his cock pounded deeper and deeper into you.
Your fingers grasped at Bucky’s shoulders, searching for stability as your bodies moved together. Words defeated you, only lewd sounds falling from your lips as your forms united. The sound of wet slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the deep groans elicited from Bucky’s chest as he felt the warmth of your body around him.
““Fuck,” Bucky hissed through his teeth, punctuated by the harsh slamming of his hips into yours.
Your entire body vibrated with desire as you heard just how bad Bucky needed you, just how bad he needed to fuck you. You reached up to place a hand on his chest, the other on his shoulder as you pushed against him, flipping him onto his back. You saw a flash of surprise on his face as you threw a leg over him, the look immediately replaced with one of desire and want.
Leaning down to kiss him, you pressed your lips against his before trailing kisses down his throat, tongue poking out to lick over his Adam’s apple. He growled at the feeling, hands clutching and squeezing at your hips. You felt his hips buck upwards against you, the head of his cock brushing against your clit as you let out a needy whine.
The sound broke something in Bucky and he grabbed your hips, pulling you down on his cock. He slid inside of you easily, even deeper than before as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. You leaned back as you rolled your hips against his, grinding your pussy against him and hands resting on his muscular thighs.
Bucky thrust his body upwards, his balls slapping against you as the head of his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you, turning your body to jelly.
“Fuck-,” you moaned, the tip of your tongue poking out over your bottom lip as you focused all of your energy on staying upright.
Bucky sensed your weakness, bending his knees to plant his feet in the bed as he fucked up into you relentlessly.
“Shit, can feel you getting close babygirl,” he grunted, movements becoming sloppy as he felt his own high building in his abdomen.
You whined in response, hand drifting down to stroke desperate circles around your clit, “So close, so fucking close.”
“Where’d you want me to finish, doll?” Bucky said, movements beginning to stutter.
“Inside, please,” you moaned, eyes opening to look down at him. “Wanna feel you.”
The words sent Bucky over the edge as he leaned up, wrapping his arms tightly around your abdomen as he slammed his hips into yours over and over. Your orgasm washed over you, body tensing as you crumbled into his embrace. Bucky’s arms were the only thing keeping you from falling on your face as he bit down on your collarbone, stifling a scream as he shot hot ropes of cum deep inside of you.
His hips didn’t stop, fucking his seed deeper and deeper inside of you as you garbled nonsense into his scalp. After a few moments, his movements became languid before stopping entirely, his arms still embracing you tightly as your chests heaved with breaths. His lips placed gentle, sloppy kisses along your shoulder as Bucky turned your bodies to lay you on the bed. You whined as his softening cock slipped out of you.
“I know baby, I know,” he whispered, continuing to place kisses along your jaw as he laid you down.
Your eyes were still closed, lungs struggling to recover after the rigorous events that had just occurred. Letting out a gentle moan, you reached your arms out for him.
“One second doll, gotta get you cleaned up,” he spoke gently as he stood, moving to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and returning to the bed.
Carefully, tenderly, he wiped at your sensitive folds, eradicating any proof of your joint activities. He threw the washcloth to the end of the bed, then brought the blanket up to cover your bodies as he wrapped an arm over your midsection.
“You back with me?” he asked, stroking gentle circles against your delicate skin.
“Yeah,” you hummed in response. “Holy shit.”
Bucky chuckled, the sound chesty and real.
“I think you should take a break more often,” you pressed your lips to his chest as you snuggled in closer. His arm wrapped tighter around you as you did, kissing your hair and inhaling your scent.
“If it involved this every time,” he grinned. “I don’t think I’d ever do any damn work.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” you pulled away to look up at him. “Anytime you need a break, you come find me. I’ll be your perfect excuse.”
Bucky smiled down at you, realising just how much you truly cared for him. He hadn’t thought anyone had noticed how tired he was or how desperate he was for a break, but you had.
“You got yourself a deal, sweetheart, but for now, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
a/n: i'm a slut for bucky in thunderbolts
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summary: Johnny comes home from a long day at work, unable to shake off the severe case of "the grumps". it's up to the reader to snap him out of it, in the best way they know how.
warnings: not sure that this is the most "in-character" johnny you've ever read but we're trying okay, hints to nsfw, nothing too crazy, reader is described to be wearing lingerie/skirt, reader takes on "housewife" role (kind-of)
word count: 1.1k
authors note: i am hopelessly in love with johnny storm despite having seen him for all of 3 minutes, i just want to kiss that grumpy frown off of his face
The familiar sound of keys jingling in the door snapped you out of your trance. You had been stirring the pot on the stove for a while, the soup simmering as the patterns of bubbles danced around the surface of the broth. You almost dropped the wooden spoon as you were brought back to reality, catching it before it clattered against the floor. Placing it down on the counter, you brushed the creases out of your apron before turning to face the door.
You looked the very picture of the doting housewife: the house was perfectly clean, dinner bubbling in the pot, skirt pressed and neat on your body. Excitement grew in your chest as you heard Johnny hang up his coat, heard his bag land on the floor and his footsteps growing closer. The second he reached the doorframe, his dreamy blue eyes met yours and you could tell something wasn’t quite right.
Usually, Johnny would come home all smiles, ready to scoop you up in his arms and spin you around while pressing kisses to any pieces of skin he could reach. It wasn’t strange for him to sneak in the house, tip-toeing up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, taking you by surprise with a loud chuckle. What was strange, however, was the way his face was still in the frown he had reserved for the workplace.
“Hi, Johnny,” you spoke gently, drawing back your initial excitement in favour of cautious optimism. “How was your day?”
Johnny sighed, running a hand over his face with a groan. He stepped towards you, stopping just short of your figure to lean against the counter with all of his weight. Johnny didn’t like bringing home his work-based frustrations, but today he hadn’t been able to shake it off before making it through the door. “Stupid Reed being stupid and annoying.”
“Aw,” you cooed, turning to open the fridge and grab one of his favorite sodas from the high shelf. Taking a couple of steps towards him, you placed the soda in his open hand with a smile. “Tell me all about it, baby.”
Johnny immediately stood to attention as he launched into the spiel he had definitely practised the whole way home, “It’s so stupid that he expects us all to sit in on these meetings that don’t even involve us or the team in any way. Why would I want to sit for an hour listening to him ramble on about the cell half-lives of the material of our suits anyway? We all know people aren’t looking at the suits.”
With a smirk on your face, an idea popped into your head. You nodded, humming in response as Johnny continued to ramble. You reached to place a lid on the pot, turning the heat down so that the food would stay warm. After a quick glance and an “oh yeah” to Johnny, you began to walk into the other room. Johnny followed like a lost puppy, arms flailing as he exaggerated the interaction between himself and Reed, making sure to mention that Sue was his sister first before she was Reed’s wife and that should mean something.
“Before she had any sort of ring on her finger, she was a Storm and I don’t know about her but I take pride in the Storm name,” he continued, not even noticing that he had followed you into the other room before throwing himself down on the bed. His eyes locked on the ceiling, arms still gesturing as his feet dangled over the edge of the mattress.
“I see your point,” you agreed softly, knowing that he wasn’t really paying attention to your responses, fully engrossed in his own retelling of the story. Instead, you stood at the foot of the bed, watching as Johnny squeezed his eyes closed in frustration at the day’s events.
“And then Ben had to go and get involved,” Johnny pressed his palms against his eyes, dragging them down his face dramatically. “And he obviously took Reed’s side because he’s predictable.”
“Aw,” you fake pouted, hands sliding under the hem of your shirt as you fiddled with it teasingly. Johnny’s eyes remained closed as you took pleasure in knowing that he was about to miss out on his favourite show. Slowly, tauntingly, you pulled the shirt over your head. “That’s a shame, bub.”
Johnny threw his hands down on the bed, “You’re telling me!”
Balling up the shirt in your hands, you let out a soft chuckle and threw it to the other side of the room, “What did he say?”
Johnny’s eyes opened wide as he looked up at you, jaw dropping as he saw the bare skin of your chest and torso, which just so happened to be in one of his favorite pieces of lingerie. His eyes widened, allowing you a better look at those gorgeous blue eyes of his as he sat up, leaning back on his elbows.
“Keep going, Johnny,” you spoke, voice low and sultry. “Tell me the rest.”
Johnny gulped, the sight like a scene from a movie, before attempting to regain any sort of focus he had previously held. “I, um-”
Your fingers danced at the top of your skirt, stilling as Johnny stopped speaking. He understood instantly, in order to get those clothes on the floor - which is exactly where he wanted them - he needed to keep talking.
“A-and then Reed said that it was the ‘utmost priority of the team’, as if he gets to decide that,” Johnny’s eyes were fixed on your body as your fingertips glided under the waistband of your skirt, beginning to slide it down your hips. You stopped moving again, eyebrows lifting expectantly at the man before you.
“Honestly, I think he’s saying things just to piss me off at this point,” Johnny sat up further, hands drifting down his legs as he steadied himself on the bed.
Your skirt dropped past your hips, falling to pile on the floor. Johnny licked his lips at the sight before him, chest rising with a deep inhale as you took a step towards him. “And?”
“And,” Johnny began, his voice lower than before with a hint of desire. “It doesn’t matter anymore because I’m home now and I have you.”
“Feel better now?” you ask, pouting your lip at him as you stepped up to straddle his hips on the bed. His hands instantly lifted to hold your hips, placing you exactly where he wanted.
Johnny nodded hungrily, “So much better.”
“Good,” you grinned, a teasing smile on your lips. “Now, use all of that pent up energy for something fun.”
Johnny licked his lips, gazing at your face before his eyes roamed your body, “Oh, baby. You better get ready.”
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summary: in which Eddie scores, but forgets one crucial detail
warnings: none, i don't think
word count: 721 (lil drabble for y'all bc i feel bad for not posting)
authors note: an interaction that happened in a c.ai chat i did and immediately had to write out fully
The Hawkins High cafeteria was alight with noise, different conversations being held at every table. You sat by yourself, your book open on the table as you read, taking bites of your food every now and then. As a new student in Hawkins, it had been hard to incorporate yourself into the cliques and groups that were so evidently present.
A voice rose over the crowd, drawing attention from around the room, “But as long as you’re into band, or science, or parties.”
You look up, eyes immediately drawn to the man walking along the table. His hair bounced slightly as he moved, a handkerchief waving at his waistband. As your gaze rose, you observed the sparkle in his brown eyes, this guy was something different.
“Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets,” he continued, using his fingers as devil horns at the response of one of the jocks.
As he turned on the table, his eyes caught yours and he nearly did a double take. Your heart flushed at the connection, you turned back to your book quickly. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he moved back across the table, jumping down and landing in his seat. His eyes danced back towards you, observing you as you tried to focus on your book again.
The image of him played in your mind, the look in his eyes as they found yours. You took a quick breath, trying to diminish the thoughts as you ate your lunch.
Eddie sat at the Hellfire table, eyes finding you every couple of moments, unable to keep them from drifting. The rest of the boys continued their conversation but their voices faded away as Eddie’s attention rested on you. His foot tapped as his mind wandered, trying to find any knowledge of you.
A gasp escaped you as the space beside you was suddenly occupied, a familiar denim vest sliding in to sit next to you. He leaned back against the table, forcing his face into your range of vision. Those brown eyes sucked you in, the rest of the world disappearing around you.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Eddie spoke, an air of confidence surrounding him like an aura. “I definitely would have remembered.”
You blushed at his words, closing over your book on the table, “Is that so? Seemed like you had other priorities, judging from your performance up there.”
Eddie leaned in closer to you and lowered his voice, “Pretty girls are always my priority.”
You chuckled, tossing your hair over your shoulder as your eyes met his, “Well, it’s a good thing for you that I have a soft spot for guys with pretty eyes.”
Eddie grinned at your words, batting his eyelashes, “You think I’m pretty?”
You rolled your eyes playfully at him, amused by his response, “Surely that’s not a surprise.”
Eddie scooched closer to you, his hip pressing lightly against yours, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”
A chuckle escaped Eddie’s lips as his eyes roamed your face, “What are you doing tonight?”
“I have a feeling that someone’s about to propose something fun, so I might have plans,” you smirked, enjoying the heat that rose on your face under his gaze.
Eddie raised his eyebrows, playing along with the game between the two of you, “I’ll pick you up at 7?”
You nodded, lips pressed together in a smile as you placed your hand on his chest, “I’ll be there.”
You stood slowly, tucking your book under your arm and turning, walking away with a quick glance over your shoulder at Eddie’s surprised expression. Your heart pounded in your chest, anticipation mixing with excitement in your stomach.
Eddie jumped up from the seat, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Sauntering back over to the Hellfire table, he was met with a range of confused looks from the group.
“What was that about?” Gareth asked, eyebrows raised.
“Gentlemen,” Eddie threw his hands outwards. “I have just secured a date with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins.”
Whoops and hollers erupted in the group as Eddie took a dramatic bow, wallowing in the praise and celebrations.
“Sick, dude,” Jeff replied, hands clapping together in applause. “What’s her name?”
Eddie stopped dead, eyes wide.
“Shit.”
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summary: Bucky and reader are in a secret relationship, but can't stop wearing each others clothes...
warnings: details of injury and wound getting stitched up, keeping secrets, nothing too serious, some kisses
word count: 3.3k
author's note: fluffy Bucky is my favourite thing in the world, I just want him to cuddle me until I fall asleep. also, this is definitely not the most intellectual fic ever, it's just some toothrotting, daily life fluff so enjoy (---- indicates time skip, ////// indicates new day)
Your leg bounced up and down, anxiety manifesting in your body in familiar ways. You were awaiting the return of the mission crew, having heard that the mission had been extra brutal. As one of the doctors in the Avengers compound, it was your role to assess the agent's conditions, organising different levels of care for those who needed it.
Eyes focused on the horizon, you spotted the quinjet approaching as a buzz sounded over your walkie-talkie.
“We’re about 60 seconds out from base, got a couple here who need urgent med attention.”
“Ready and waiting,” you responded, trying to hide the wobble in your voice.
The quinjet came in to land, gusts of air messing your hair and causing you to squint your eyes. The door opened, agents limping out towards you. You directed the first set inside, nurses taking notes as they went.
You turned towards the quinjet, your walk progressing into a jog due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your feet moved up the ramp, narrowly dodging the pilot as they left the craft. Once inside, you turned to the right, scanning the cockpit to no avail. A wave of nerves washed over you and your heart dropped as you turned on your heel.
Looking up, your eyes met his and relief washed over you, your stomach turning with nausea. He was okay, thank god. His eyes crinkled slightly, the height of expression for this man. As the rest of the team exited the quinjet, he paused slightly in front of you.
“Doc,” his voice was low, barely speaking above a whisper.
“Bucky,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering closed as his familiar scent hit your nostrils.
The temptation to reach out and take his hand in yours was strong. You ran your eyes over his body, trying to identify any injuries on his body.
“I’m fine,” Bucky could sense the anxiety coursing through your veins. “Just a bit bruised. If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you give me a full check up later.”
You glanced up at his face, which he had leaned closer to you, “Give me an hour to check these guys out.”
A small nod was his response as he straightened, stretching his neck and leaving the quinjet.
You pushed open the door to your room, the familiar scent immediately wafting into your face. You knew he was there without even needing to see him, this had become routine over these past weeks. Steam snuck out of the bathroom through the cracks around the door and you could smell his body wash. Dropping your jacket on a chair, you began to tidy up around the room.
Pulling open the drawer, you placed the stray socks you had gathered from around the room and paused, reaching for one of Bucky’s sweaters. You lifted it to your face, inhaling the scent before pulling it on over your shirt.
The bathroom door opened, revealing Bucky with a towel draped around his waist, still dripping from the shower. He rubbed at his hair with a smaller towel, a smirk growing on his face as he saw you, dressed in his clothes. Leaning against the doorframe, he observed the image for a few moments, considering how he had gotten to this point in his life.
Feeling eyes on you, you turned to face him, a gentle smile on your lips, “Hey, how ya holdin’ up?”
“All good, doll,” his voice was music to your ears, like your favourite song on repeat. “Although I could do with some help with this…”
Turning, he presented a large gash in his side, the wound raw and bloody.
“James, for goodness sake-” you rolled your eyes, brushing past him into the bathroom to grab your med kit. “Go sit down.”
He chuckled at your response, having known exactly what you would say. Grimacing at the movement, he sat down and leaned in a way that would allow you access to his injury. You kneeled on the floor next to him, pulling gloves on and lightly pressing at the wound, watching for any signs of pain - thanks to the serum, he seemed pretty unphased by the whole situation.
Bucky watched each movement you made as you fixed him up, studying your face as though he was trying to memorise your features. A blush crept through your skin, the sight making you even more beautiful to the man with you. His hand brushed your cheek, drawing your eyes up to meet his gaze.
“Hi,” he mumbled, eyes half closed. In all the time you had known Bucky, he had never been this at ease, this comfortable, this calm. The effect was particularly evident when it was just the two of you, alone and safe behind closed doors. You doubted anyone would believe you if you told them that James Buchanan Barnes, the tortured ex-assassin with a brutal backstory, had fallen asleep with his head in your lap, you stroking slow, gentle circles on his scalp. It was actually his favourite position, he had often told you, usually as he balanced the line between asleep and awake.
And here you were, patching him up in your room as his thumb stroked along your bottom lip.
“Hi,” you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb. “Nearly done.”
He let his head fall back, strangely enjoying the gentle touches of you stitching him up. As you wiped the wound, applying a small dressing, you pressed a kiss to his side and stood up. You threw the med kit onto the other side of the bed as Bucky’s hands lifted to rest on your hips, pulling you between his spread legs. His head dropped to rest on your chest as your arms circled him, a comfortable quiet settling over the room.
“Any other secret injuries?” you kept your voice low, pressing a kiss to his hair.
“Well, there is this one, maybe you can kiss it better?” he looked up at you with those blue eyes, glinting in the light.
You let out a sigh, playing up to the trick you knew he was about to pull, “Oh dear, where is it?”
“Right here,” he pointed to his forehead, pouting his bottom lip out.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering a moment, enjoying the closeness.
“Oh, and here,” his finger moved to his cheek.
Obliging, you shifted to nuzzle into his cheek, dotting a kiss on his cheekbone.
“And one last one,” he pointed to his lips, the bottom one still jutting out in a mock-pout.
Rolling your eyes playfully, you placed a finger under his chin, tilting it upwards. Leaning forward slowly, you pressed your lips against his, a sigh of relief leaving your body. His hand returned to your hip, squeezing comfortingly. Your hands rested on his shoulders, his build keeping you steady on your feet.
After a moment you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.
“How was it?” you asked, your eyes half-closed.
Bucky knew you were talking about the mission. He leaned back in the bed, pulling your hips with him so that you were laying across him. Reaching an arm behind you, he curled it to allow his fingers to play in your hair while the other hand rested on your thigh.
“‘S fine, nothing too special,” he murmured, eyes closed from the comfort of your presence. “You should have seen the other guys.”
A small chuckle escaped your lips as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the usual smell of him. The two of you lay there, pleasantly cozy in each other's company, even without words. Feeling yourself begin to drift, you snuck your hand up to cup his face, pulling his lips to yours for another gentle kiss.
Electric buzzing pulled you from the warm, serene clouds of sleep. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand, your vision cleared and revealed the face centimeters from yours. A sleepy smile grew on your face at the sight, warmth flooding your body. Gently unravelling your limbs from his, you cringed as he shifted in his sleep, evidently missing your presence.
Sneaking from the room, you closed the door quietly behind you, finally letting out a breath.
“Hey Doc!” Steve appeared from around the corner, clapping you on the shoulder. You jumped at the volume, your senses still awakening after your impromptu nap.
“Cap, hi,” your voice was groggy. You cleared your throat before looking back up at him. “Did you get beeped as well?”
“Yeah, can I walk you there?” Steve’s eyes glanced down at your sweater, recognition flashing across his face.
Crap. Bucky’s sweater.
You forced your eyes to stay on his face, refusing to give him any sign of the truth. “Sure, we should probably hurry up!”
You turned on your heels, starting towards the medical bay with Steve hot on your heels. Blood rushed to your head as you realized your current situation - if Steve had made the connection, there was no doubt others would too.
Barrelling into the med bay, you sprung into action, trying desperately to ignore the lingering glances you felt all over your skin.
Tony’s parties had always been extravagant, and this one was evidently no different. Balloons and lights turned the room fluorescent, a rainbow of colours reflecting on the dance floor in the middle of the room. For as much drama as these events caused, it was always nice for the whole team to get together and have some fun, Avengers and medical staff included.
The past few days, the only discussion in the medical bay had been centered around outfits, what was everyone going to wear? Hidden in the back of your wardrobe, you had purchased an outfit months ago, knowing that one of these parties would inevitably be organised before long.
The surprise of the day had occurred when you exited the bathroom; hair done, sprayed with your favorite scent and accessories perfectly matched to your outfit. You were thoroughly feeling yourself, the reality of this look living up to the concept you had created in your head. What you hadn’t expected, however, was to see Bucky, fixing his cufflinks in the vanity mirror before adjusting his tie - the colour of which matched your outfit, exactly.
You watched his reflection in the mirror, leaning back against the wall while admiring the man before you. He caught your eyes in the mirror, a smirk on his face as he witnessed the reaction to his master plan.
“You like it?” he spoke clearly as he picked up the hairbrush from the vanity, running it through his locks and settling them into place.
You sighed into your words, “A perfect match. Aren’t you worried someone will realise?”
“Nah, Tony’ll get everyone drunk enough they won’t even be able to see straight,” Bucky chuckled, using your scrunchie to tie back part of his hair as he brushed through a knot.
“Apart from Steve,” you raised your eyebrows, alluding to your previous interaction with the blonde super soldier.
“Steve’s fine, even if he thought something he’d never say it to anyone,” Bucky smiled at you, sliding the scrunchie back on his wrist as he turned, approaching you. His hands rested on your hips as he looked over your figure. “You look stunning, by the way.”
“Thanks Jamie,” you pressed your lips to his, reaching up to stroke his neatly trimmed beard. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“You know, we just look too good together. If people knew, they would just be so jealous they would implode,” Bucky joked, a familiar, cheeky grin returning to his face.
“Yeah, yeah,” rolling your eyes, you pressed a final kiss to his lips before turning for the door. “I’ll see you up there. Don’t stare at me too hard.”
You gave him a quick wink before opening the door, making sure to see the look on his face before leaving - it was a sight to remember.
Steve had approached you as you entered the party, clapping his hand on your shoulder in a friendly manner.
“Hey, Doc! You scrub up nicely,” he smiled down at you, dressed in his finest suit.
“Looking good, Cap,” you pulled him into a quick hug. “How have you been? I feel like it’s been a minute since we caught up.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Steve spoke, your previous interaction hanging in the air between you. “I’m good, just all these missions at the moment.”
It felt like a test, as though he wanted to see if Bucky had mentioned anything about these missions, to see if you and Bucky truly were in eachothers pockets as he predicted.
“There’s been some brutal injuries coming in, I feel like I’ve set more bones in the past week than the entirety of last year,” a nervous laugh left your body, feeling forced. Steve laughed in return, his eyes still searching yours.
A murmur settled over the crowd as heads turned towards the door. Curious, you craned your neck in an attempt to see what everyone was looking at. Of course it was him.
Bucky strolled in, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the room, eyes settling on you and Steve.
In that moment, there were three things you knew. You knew, without even looking, that Steve’s eyes were on you, trying to gauge your reaction to Bucky’s presence. You also knew that on Bucky’s raised arm, your scrunchie still sat, decorating his wrist. The final thing that you knew, your face was flushed pink as you realised the pair of you had messed up, again.
The light from your laptop was starting to give you a headache, blue light and all that. Running a hand over your face, you squeezed your eyes closed before opening them again and looking at the ceiling. The night shift was your least favorite of the shift patterns to work; not necessarily because of the timings, more because you hated leaving Bucky to sleep alone. The nightmares always seemed more frequent during these weeks.
A quick stretch of your limbs, punctuated by your bones popping and cracking, waking your body up from its lazy position, slumped over in your chair. There wasn’t too much to do on these night shifts, no-one was training at this time and missions had been slow recently. Your job was just to monitor the few agents on the ward and be there in case of emergency.
You stood, taking the opportunity to release the pressure in your back with a quick turn. Your shirt rode up, wafting Bucky’s familiar scent back into your face. You had left his room, not realising you were still wearing his red henley shirt. It was oversized on you, making it super comfortable and ideal for this shift.
“Doctor, Captain Rogers is on his way to the med bay with a request,” FRIDAY spoke over the speaker, the sudden noise a shock to your system.
Rubbing your eyes, you responded, “Okay, do you know the request?”
“He didn’t say, my apologies,” FRIDAY returned.
You began to pace the room, trying to consider what Steve might be wanting from you. Steve was the type of person who made it his business to know every single person in the compound. It’s my role as the Captain, he would say, the ship doesn’t sail without the sailors. It wasn’t uncommon for him to come to the med bay, visiting the medical staff on his rounds.
At the sound of the door you turned, eyes landing on the built frame of the man before you. Steve had never intimidated you, despite his intense physique and serious face, until recently, the prospect of him uncovering your secret setting you on edge. You plastered a smile on your face, trying to avoid him sensing something was off with you.
“Hey, Cap. How’s it going?” you spoke calmly, strolling over to meet him.
“Hi, uh- Are you free to talk?” Steve reached up, scratching the back of his neck.
A wave of anxiety swept over you as he spoke and you were sure the blood drained from your face, “Yeah, of course.”
Steve moved to sit at one of the tables, you sliding in across from him.
“I’ve been noticing some things and I just need to ask… are you and Bucky…?” he trailed off, seeming mildly uncomfortable with asking the question.
You sighed, eyes dropping to the floor, “Yes, Steve. We didn’t want to tell anyone yet, it’s still fairly new and we don’t really know how it’s going to work.”
Steve blew out a breath, seeming instantly lighter, “Thank God.”
“Huh?”
Surprise bloomed in your chest at his response. You were sure that he would be upset, maybe even betrayed at the secret being kept from him. Anger wouldn’t have surprised you, you were well aware of Steve’s intent on helping Bucky heal from his past before getting into anything overwhelming or new. Relief hadn’t been anywhere on your list of expected reactions.
“I was worried about him, something seemed different. It’s strange; he was more secretive and withdrawn, but there was a part of him that seemed better, healed maybe. It wasn’t until I saw you wearing his shirt, and then at Tony’s party, that it started to click. He’s in love,” Steve smiled, looking across the table at you.
“Oh, I- it’s still new, we haven’t said anything like that,” you stuttered.
Steve smiled, knowingly, “Doc, he’s been my best friend for nearly a century. I can tell when he’s in love.”
Your face flushed scarlet, your stomach full of butterflies at the revelation. Your watch beeped, alerting you to the end of your shift.
“Steve, I have to go,” your eyes met his and he instantly understood the message. Giving you a quick salute and a smile, he stood and turned to leave the room.
You sprinted back to your room, counting down the steps as you neared him. You creaked the door open, inch by inch, peering in to see if Bucky was asleep. As you had expected, he was lying atop the covers, hands behind his head and eyes focused on the ceiling. He turned to look at you as you entered.
“Mornin’ doll, how was-”
You ran over, cutting off his speech as you kicked your leg over, straddling his hips. You cupped his face in your hands, leaning down to press your lips to his. You felt his surprised response as he short circuited, taking a second to kick into gear and kiss you back. His hands roamed up your legs, rising to rest on your waist as he lifted his head, returning the kiss with passion.
Your lips danced as tongues and teeth clashed, the kiss becoming heated quickly. You forced yourself away from him, lips swollen and pink from the passion.
“Woah, good night?” Bucky was breathless, a rare sight for the self-proclaimed “ladies man”.
“James Buchanan Barnes, I am totally, irreversibly, completely in love with you.”
Your heart pounded, the seconds stretching into minutes, into hours, into days. You watched as Bucky’s expression changed; surprise, confusion, understanding, happiness, excitement, laughter. Then, you watched his eyes as they began to water.
“Darlin’, I am fully, devotedly, inconceivably in love with you,” he pulled you back to his lips, confirming the statement with his mouth.
Faces met, hands grabbed, hair pulled, hips rolled, teeth nibbled, breaths moaned. It was truly a night to remember.
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summary: Corroded Coffin have just booked their first tour (kind-of), the reader wants to send eddie away with some gifts to remember what he's missing at home
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI smut, established relationship, use of pet names [princess, angel, baby], kissing, grinding, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), penetration (p in v), unprotected sex, cream pie, dacryphilia, breeding kink (if you squint), taking photos during sex, straight up porn, reader is described to have breasts and vagina
word count: 2.9k
authors note: this is literally just porn with a plot, a fantasy that played out in my mind. i didn't think i was gonna be a smut writer but whoops, i guess this happened...
It was official as far as Eddie was concerned - he had made it. Corroded Coffin had booked their first official tour. Sure, it might have been a trail of local bars in Indianapolis, but to Eddie this was the start of the rest of his career.
He had been bursting at the seams, waiting for you to get home so he could tell you, excitement bubbling over. You had been ambushed as soon as you walked through the door, scooped up into his familiar arms.
“Babybabybabybaby guess what?” he sputtered into your ear, spinning you around.
“Eds- my bag-” you replied, feeling the strap fly off your shoulder and land on the table, knocking over a glass with a loud smash.
Eddie stopped still, eyes going wide as he looked at you with that toothy grin. “Sorry.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, “Still want me to guess?”
“Yes, guess,” he bounced on his toes, curls rebounding with each movement.
“Umm-”
“We got booked for two weeks around the state!” Eddie threw his arms open, ever the showman.
Your mouth gaped open, corners turning upwards in a smile. “Eds, oh my god!! I’m so proud of you!!”
You rushed into his arms, squeezing around his chest as he enveloped you, the two of you bouncing up and down now. After a minute, you pulled away and placed your hands on his cheeks, studying the beaming smile looking down at you.
“I’m so proud of you Eds, you deserve this,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. “When is it?”
“Oh, um,” Eddie stopped, suddenly avoiding your gaze. “Well, it was kind of last minute so, um.”
“Eddie?”
“Next week,” he grimaced as he looked at you, expecting some form of annoyance in response.
“Next- next week,” you repeated, slight shock at the suddenness of the situation.
“I know it’s annoying, we had plans and everything, but I-”
“Eddie. It’s fine, I’ll be here when you get back,” you smiled, watching the tension drain from his face.
“You’re the best, did I ever mention that?” he reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him.
“Maybe once or twice,” you lulled, resting your head on his chest.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I wish I could take you with me, my number one fan.”
“Yeah, well, just don’t get distracted by those ‘lil groupies following you around. You send them to Gareth,” you smirked, reaching up to brush the curls out of his face.
He pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offence, “Princess, how could I ever get distracted knowing exactly what’s waiting for me at home?” His voice dropped an octave as a smile pulled at his lips, leaning down to trap you in a kiss once again.
An idea erupted in your mind, sending a flirty expression to your face, “Maybe I’ll have to send you away with something to remind you what you’re missing.”
Band practice the next day went smoothly, everyone sounded amazing and Eddie had finally mastered the guitar solo he had been practising for weeks. Pulling up in front of the trailer, he paused for a moment, considering. If these shows went the way he hoped, this could be the start of forever. He would take you on tour, show you the world, play to massive crowds every night and live his life exactly the way he wanted.
Giggling to himself he shut off the engine, throwing the door open and jumping out of the driver's seat. Strolling up the steps, his smile grew as he knew you were home, just behind the door.
“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie sang as he opened the door, gliding through dramatically. Glancing around the room, there was a severe absence of you - no sign of activity, no music, nothing. Furrowing his brows, Eddie moved slowly through the trailer.
You weren’t in the bathroom, hiding under the table or lying across the sofa. Strange.
Reaching the bedroom, Eddie reached for the doorknob, pausing as a strange sensation of excitement tingled through his body.
Opening the door, his jaw dropped and heart skipped a beat.
You were laying on the bed, new, lacy underwear donned as you observed Eddie through long lashes. At your feet lay your polaroid camera, filled with a new set of picture paper.
“Oh, my, god,” Eddie groaned, not fully convinced that he wasn’t dreaming. He nearly dropped to his knees, worshipping the very sight before him.
“What do you say we make some memories to take with you?” your voice was sultry, the tone going straight to Eddie’s tightening pants.
Unable to make any words, Eddie nodded enthusiastically before pouncing on you, tongues and teeth clashing. His hands found your waist, squeezing and caressing the skin as he explored your mouth with his. A groan blossomed in his throat, the sound sending a flutter through your body.
You ran your hands along his lower abdomen, skimming the hem of his shirt before tugging. He pulled away long enough to yank it over his head, his eyes re-focusing on your chest. Diving, he began to nip at your breasts, biting then licking the marks he made.
“Gonna mark you up, show everyone you’re mine,” he growled, grinding his hips into yours. You moaned at his words, rocking your hips to meet his movement.
He continued to work on your body, focusing on making sure he didn’t miss a spot. Pulling away, he admired the sight before turning and picking up the camera. Leaning back on his knees, he aimed the camera, grinning and pressing the button. The picture printed, he shook the paper and growled at the sight, “Mine.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled his body back to yours and reunited your lips, running a hand through his hair and tugging slightly. His lips parted in a gasp and you took the opportunity to take his bottom lip between your teeth, teasing and pulling.
His knees were weak at the scent of you, sweet and tart and wanting. Sensing the fragility in his position, you flipped so that you were on top of him. Eddie whimpered as you broke the kiss, leaving a trail of pecks down his neck, chest and to the waistband of his jeans. You surprised yourself at how steady your hands were as you undid the button, Eddie lifting his hips so that you could shimmy them down his legs.
Delicately, you kissed his arousal through his boxers, a small wet patch growing in both of your garments at the sensation. Eddie’s breath hitched as his hips twitched up to meet your touch, his hand gliding through your hair.
Grinning at his reaction, you licked up his length over the fabric, watching as his eyes rolled backwards in pure pleasure. His hand tightened on your hair, grasping at any loose strands he could wrap his fingers in.
Sliding your fingertips under the waistband, Eddie lifted his hips to encourage you to remove his boxers, craving the feeling of your mouth on him. You couldn’t even get them past his knees before you gave in, peppering sloppy kisses down his length, suckling and kissing his balls.
The sounds falling from his mouth were heavenly, your own arousal pooling in your underwear. Wrapping your hand around the base of his shaft, the curly patch of pubes tickling your fingertips, you licked the slit of his head, the sharp taste of his pre-cum dancing along your tongue. At the sound of his moans, you took his head in your mouth, your tongue caressing the delicate spots you knew he had.
The sight of you was enough to send him over the edge, but he held back somehow. With one hand still tangled in locks of your hair, you felt him shift slightly under your grasp. Slowly, torturously, you took his entire length in your mouth, the silky texture of you feeling like heaven to him.
Testing your reflexes, you began to bob your head, feeling the tip of his cock prodding the back of your throat. He nearly came at the feeling of tightening as you gagged around him, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You felt his hand move to the base of your skull as he guided you deeper.
Saliva pooled in your throat, dripping from your mouth as you worked his length, tongue gliding along every bulging vein. Tears started to squeeze from your eyes, trailing down your face as you took him deeper and deeper into your throat.
“Fuck, look at me princess,” Eddie’s voice commanded.
Raising your gaze, Eddie’s face was covered by the camera. A press of his fingers and the lens flashed, capturing your tear-stained face and your lips wrapped tightly around his cock.
“Shit, so fuckin’ pretty suckin’ me off,” Eddie groaned, taking his lower lip between his teeth. “Bet you’re soaked, huh?”
A moan trailed from your lips, the vibration on his body sending shockwaves through Eddie’s system. He lifted your mouth off of him, sitting up to recapture your lips with his. The kiss was chaos, you could feel how bad he needed you through the way his tongue swept the bottom of yours.
Hands on your waist, Eddie twisted so that you lay beneath him. His legs were between yours, hips pressed together as he grinded his length into you.
“Eddie, please-” you breathed, face flushed from arousal.
“Whaddya need, angel?” Eddie’s lips were pink and swollen, you could see the teeth marks from when you were sucking him off.
“Need you,” you gasped as he pulled your underwear to the side, the cool air sending a shock through your body.
“Gotta be more specific princess,” Eddie teased, a smirk on his face. His fingers traced your folds as he continued, “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck, need your fingers baby,” groaning as you writhed your hips against his digits, needing some kind of pressure.
“Gonna make a mess on my fingers?” Eddie leaned down and purred in your ear, his breath hot on your neck.
Your breath caught as he found your clit, teasing with the pressure and motion. Your eyes fluttered shut while Eddie’s were wide open, watching every twitch and reaction to his movements, studying carefully as if he were committing it to memory. He kind of was, his own personal database of your horny moments would come in incredibly handy on tour.
Your face flushed as he circled your heat, slipping one finger in with no resistance. Your hips jumped at the feeling, your body feeling like it was floating above the bed. Forcing your eyes open, you placed a hand on Eddie’s chest, fingertips tracing the tattoo on his pec. Without a second thought, he added two more fingers, the stretch sending a gorgeous burn to your stomach.
Curling and stroking, Eddie could feel you tightening around him as you threw your head back with a groan. His eyes flicked back and forward between your rosy-cheeked face and your cunt, salivating at the sight of you gripping at his fingers.
A wet smacking sound made your heart jump as Eddie’s mouth attached itself to your clit, sucking and tugging at the sensitive spot. Instinctively, your hand shot down and you intertwined your fingers with the curls draping his face. He slurped and groaned, your arousal as sweet as nectar on his taste buds.
You didn’t even have to tell him, he could feel your orgasm through the sounds and twitches and squeezes of your body, your hips rocking against his face. He looked up at you with those big, brown eyes as you came undone, pussy squeezing him like a vice. With a final kiss to your clit, he pulled away but left his fingers where they were.
Reaching for the camera, he lined up the shot of your plump, glistening pussy stuffed with his fingers, making sure his rings were on show. Whether this picture was more for him or for you he wasn’t sure, so he grinned as he took two, a matching set. Adding the pictures to the growing pile on the bed he glanced up at you, your face blissful as you smiled down at him.
A cheeky grin grew on his face as he curled his fingers, the surprise movement causing your body to jolt beneath him.
“You know what’s gonna be the hardest thing about being away?” he spoke almost nonchalantly, as though he had forgotten his fingers were still fucking you, his thumb circling on your clit.
You whimpered in response, barely able to keep your eyes focused on his face.
“I mean, I can at least get myself off. The hardest bit is not being able to feel you around me as I cum, not being able to fuck my cum deep inside you.”
You watched his cock twitch at his own words, evidently working himself up.
“I want you to cum inside me, fuck me so deep that I fuckin’ feel it until you come back,” you groaned, biting your lip as his eyes darkened and rolled, the words going straight to his shaft.
Withdrawing his fingers, he quickly lined himself up with your pussy, his head teasing your entrance. Impatience flooding your body, you wrapped your legs around his hips, heels digging into his ass as you pulled him closer.
With an eyebrow raised, he shifted into you, his breath escaping as a whistle at the silky, warm feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock. Your mouth hung open at the feeling, your body instantly whisked into another stratosphere as he began to rock into you, nudging deeper and deeper with each movement.
“I, ugh, I’m not gonna last long,” he leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. When he pulled away, a strand of saliva stretched between your mouths, the sight pure filth.
“Me neither,” you let out a sound, somewhere between a giggle and a gasp. Grabbing the camera, you motioned for Eddie to lift your hips, allowing you to see where he was grinding into your body. The picture was orgasmic itself; your underwear pushed to the side in haste, your arousal coating his cock in a sleek texture as your pussy bulged with his size.
Feeling his high growing, Eddie’s movements became harsher, deeper, more erratic. His sharp movements hit the perfect spot inside of you, your stomach curling in on itself as your orgasm neared. He could see it on your face, the sight nearly enough for him to bust his balls right there and then.
Leaning down, he traced your lips with his fingers. You opened your mouth, moving your tongue over his digits and tasting the leftovers of your previous orgasm. He dove down, licking and nipping at your lips, his body slamming into yours at a ruthless pace.
“You gonna take it all?” he groaned against your mouth, eyes hooded as he tried to stave off his orgasm for just a second more.
“Give it to me, please,” you whined, begging for it.
His teeth found your bottom lip as his cock twitched, biting down with force as he fucked his seed deeper inside of you. The pain sent you over the edge, your pussy clenching around him and milking him of every last drop. He whimpered into your mouth as his hips slowed, giving you everything he had to give.
Hearts racing, he collapsed on your chest as you both tried to catch your breath. One of your hands rose to his hair as he breathed short, fast breaths against your breast. His hands rested on your hips, drawing slow circles with his thumbs, his rings cold against your skin.
“Holy shit,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through his chest to yours. “That was awesome.”
You giggled slightly, cringing at the way it pushed his softening cock out of you. With a moan, you tried to pull him back into you but he pulled away, crouching to be face-to-face with your pussy.
“Quick, pass me the camera,” he rambled, holding out his hand as you passed it to him. Lining up the shot, he snapped his favourite picture of the night; his cum leaking out of you as he scooped it up, forcing it back in with two fingers.
“Can we do this for every tour, forever?”
extra:
It was safe to say that the pictures got their fair amount of use while Eddie was away. He had one stuffed in his wallet, one hidden in his guitar case, one in the glovebox of the van. His favorite location, however, was the one he had taped to the back of his guitar, taking it on stage with him every night.
Each night, he saw the picture of you, mouth salivating around his cock, and a thrill went through him, amping him up for the show. The other band members had started wondering why he would take his guitar into the bathroom immediately following a show, but didn’t want to risk asking.
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summary: Bucky and the reader are working with the Avengers, a brutal pair on missions. Over time, Bucky notices the reader struggling with the horror they've experienced, and fights to show them that he's there, they can do this together.
warnings: very evident trauma, reader can't remember their past, panic attacks, descriptions of trauma responses, a lot of tears and sadness, general angst and fluff
word count: 2.9k
authors note: i used to write fics for bucky in another life and it was such a homecoming writing for him again, loml
The past few missions had been very successful. Terrorist groups thwarted, military-grade equipment seized and decommissioned, kidnapped scientists returned to their labs. A large part of that success was down to your presence on those missions, your skill as an agent not going unnoticed by the team.
You had been working with the Avengers and SHIELD for a couple of years after your escape from that shitty town, where your body and mind hadn’t been your own, controlled by another. Training and living with the team had allowed you to expand your skills and hone your abilities, especially when you had started getting assigned missions with the big guys themselves.
In recent months, a relationship with Bucky had blossomed, bonding over past traumas, shared distaste for criminal overlords and an appreciation for simply beating the shit out of a punching bag. Evenings shared lying on the sofa, watching a movie or just talking until the moonlight illuminated the carpet had deepened your bond. It was no longer clear where one person ended and the other began.
On missions, the two of you were a brutal pair. Everyone knew of Bucky’s past, so it was easy to make the connections there. You, however, were a bit of an enigma - it was hard to share about a past that you couldn’t recall yourself. The team knew that when both of your names were on the roster, there would be no-one left behind.
Over the past few missions, you had become noticeably more callous. It took you longer to come out of the dissociative headspace you found yourself in during those fights. You tried to counteract it by emphasising your presence when you were able to, but Bucky could tell straight away.
Bucky knew better than most how triggers could manifest in a soul, how a smile could hide horrors unknowable to normal men.
He tried to talk to you about it at first.
“Hey, doll,” steam drifted from the bathroom as you emerged through the door, drying your hair harshly with a towel. It was ritualistic, the way you took a shower after returning from a mission.
You forced your eyes up to meet his penetrating gaze, plastering a smile across your lips.
“Hey, your turn,” you forced a chuckle, which rattled through your empty chest.
He hummed in response, “Come sit for a minute.”
You perch on the edge of the bed and Bucky immediately feels the distance between you. He shifted his hand slightly, moving it closer to you. Your eyes immediately settled on it, your heart screaming out for you to grasp it, to never let it go. But you couldn’t.
“Darlin’,” Bucky’s eyes scoured your face for any signs of life. “Tell me.”
Your breathing shortened, hard and fast, “Tell you what?” Your voice was quieter than anticipated and you cursed yourself for sounding weak.
“Anything,” Bucky reached out, grabbing your hand and rubbing small circles with his thumb.
The movement broke your heart, why couldn’t you just let him in?
“I’m okay, really,” you squeezed his hand, looking up into his eyes. “Just tired.”
Bucky knew better than to push, he didn’t want to risk any more damage than had clearly already been done. He pulled you towards him, enveloping you in his arms. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
You hoped he didn’t feel the tear that fell from your eye.
Bedsheets gathered around your feet from your rapid movements, a thin layer of sweat glistening on your body. The air, hot and heavy, weighed you down, crushing your chest as your lungs tried to heave in oxygen.
You were vaguely aware that your arms were being held down, something stronger than you preventing them from thrashing back and forward. Your voice was hoarse from rasping shouts, crying out in pain.
Darlin’, I’m right here, you’re okay.
His voice broke through the haze, the clouds starting to clear. Your heart pounded in your chest, so forceful you swore it would go right through your ribs. Your limbs went from powerful beatings to controlled shaking as you started to retreat into yourself, curling into your chest.
Bucky tilted your head so that your ear was flush against his chest, his heartbeat ruminating through your body. Unconsciously, you synced your breathing with his as he pulled you to lie on top of him, hands stroking up and down your arms. You lay for what felt like hours until you had the strength to speak.
“I’m sorry,” your skin was sticky with sweat, peeling your face from his bare chest. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, right where the skin connected to metal.
“Don’t apologise,” Bucky murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How many times have we done this, the other way around?”
An absentminded smile tugged at your lips, the love between the two of you palpable. Bucky’s hand reached up to tangle in your hair, massaging your head. Soon enough, your soft snores vibrated his chest as you fell back to sleep.
Bucky spoke softly, cautious not to wake you up, “God, what are we gonna do?”
The missions kept coming and you ended up further and further from him.
Your vision blurred as you spun, a dagger flying from your hand. A grunt escaped you as you dropped to one knee, throwing a body over your shoulder and driving your foot down into their chest. Air caught in your chest as you scanned the horizon, looking for the next target.
Blood rushed in your ears, heart pounding a fast, strong rhythm. The field was clear, you had taken out the enemy group, leaving none behind. You stood quickly, dizziness washing over you as you nearly lost your footing. You quickly realised you had been holding your breath, your lungs burning as you gasped, trying to inhale as much oxygen as you could.
A high pitched ringing deafened you as you clapped your palms over your ears, wincing from the pain. Your eyes squeezed shut as a scream brewed in your stomach.
Hands appeared on yours, sending you flying back in self-defense. You raised your fists, armed within a split-second and prepared for combat.
Brown eyes bore into yours, piercing through the haze you were stuck in. Your head screamed to go to him, your heart bursting out of your chest as your breathing continued to pick up, head going woozy with lack of oxygen.
Muffled speech echoed in your ears, a familiar voice trying desperately to get through to you.
Doll, can you hear me? It’s gonna be alright, I’ll get you out of here. You did it, you’re okay.
Suddenly, you became aware that your face was wet, but you couldn’t summon the strength to raise your hands.
Bucky stepped toward you, hands outstretched as a sign of safety. Your body began to shake as the adrenaline coursing through your veins wore off and you dwindled back to your body, broken and afraid. Bucky placed a hand on your arm, wincing as he saw the blood instantly staining his glove. You weren’t even aware you had been hit, your body hadn’t registered the pain yet.
“Hey darl’, I got you,” Bucky lifted you into his arms, cradling you as he spotted the blood seeping from a gash on your side. More concerning than the rate of blood leaving your body was the lack of expression on your face, your consciousness still miles away.
Bucky ran back to the Quinjet, laying you on the table in the center and sweeping your hair out of your face. A small wince crossed your face as you flinched at the touch, an unconscious reaction.
The remainder of the mission team loaded back onto the Quinjet, staying clear of the pair of you after seeing the hard lock of Bucky’s jaw. He pressed his hand on your side, trying to stem the bleeding.
You gritted your teeth, eyes still closed, at the pressure and huffed out a shallow breath.
“I know, I’m sorry doll,” Bucky’s jaw was clenched shut, half from fear and half from indignation. He couldn’t let this keep happening.
“You can’t keep sending them out there,” Bucky’s hands were on his hips, pacing the board room. “They’re not doing well, surely you can see that.”
“I mean, they’ve always been a bit out of it after a mission, are you sure it’s not just that?” Tony replied, sighing a deep breath.
Bucky’s fists tensed and flexed as he bit the inside of his lip, “I’m pretty damn sure. Look, either you take them off duty or I find another way, which would more than likely involve some of your lovely new equipment not looking so lovely.”
“Look here, Tin Man,” Tony stood, raising a pointed finger before stopping, sighing. They’re one of the best agents we have, if it wasn’t for the two of you, half of these missions wouldn’t be anywhere near as successful as they are. I understand your point but unfortunately, my hands are tied.”
Bucky growled, running a hand through his hair, “Take it from me, if there is one mistake, one trigger, this is all going to explode. They are going to explode. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to put them back together.”
“Sarge, we’ve been through this before. Hey, if it makes you feel any better I’ll take them off the missions for this week, but there’s nothing I can do beyond that. And if they ask, I’m telling them it was you.”
Bucky let his shoulders drop, taking anything he could get at this point. He nodded toward Tony before leaving the room, heading down the hallway.
Reaching your room, he paused, resting his head against the door. He knew you were inside - you didn’t leave your room much anymore - but he could hardly bear to see the shell of the person he loved more than the world itself.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open slowly, revealing your figure sat before the vanity, brushing your hair absentmindedly. Your gaze was faraway, not even blinking. The door handle clicked as it rebounded off of the wall, Bucky grimacing at the sound.
You flinched, the hairbrush flying out of your hand in Bucky’s direction and jumping to your feet. Blinking once, then twice, you realised the man standing before you and panicked, forcing your eyes to his face.
“Hey Buck, you scared me,” you sighed, moving to sit on the bed.
Bucky grabbed the hairbrush, walking over to join you. He crawled over the bed, kneeling behind you and brushing a hand across your cheek.
“May I?” he spoke softly, barely more than a whisper.
You nodded slowly, closing your eyes and finding comfort in sharing his space. A shiver tickled down your spine as the hairbrush glided through your hair, Bucky’s fingertips lightly touching your scalp. You leaned back to rest against his chest as he took care of you, being extra careful with any knots he encountered.
“You’re good at this,” your voice was small, almost as though you were sharing a secret.
“I had some practice,” Bucky smiled against you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I ever tell you I have a sister?”
Your eyebrows knitted together as you turned to look at him, seeing a sad, contemplative smile on his face. “You never said.”
“Yeah, a little sister. ‘S called Rebecca, I used to help her with her hair if my mom was busy before school. Got pretty good at it too, hence my own,” he shook his head, messing his hair to emphasize the point.
You reached up, brushing the hair back out of his face and cupping his cheeks with your hands. His eyes met yours, glazed over at the memory. Your thumb brushed across his lips and he turned to kiss the palm of your hand.
“Talk to me doll,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. “Please, I need you to talk to me, I need to help you.”
“Bucky-” you breathed.
“Doll, you know I’ve got you. Let me help you,” he punctuated his words with soft kisses against your cheek.
You inhaled his familiar scent, cedarwood and cinnamon tickling your nostrils, as you leaned further into him, craving his closeness.
“Okay,” you barely even spoke, the sound no more than a strangled breath from your throat.
Bucky drew away from you, studying your face before pulling you back into his lap, cradling you with his arms.
“I don’t really know what happens,” you started, whispering as though shielding yourself from the truth of your words. “I mean, it’s always been kind of like this. It’s like I zone out for the mission, no distractions, then when we’re done it takes a while to zone back in.”
Bucky nodded slowly, one hand running over your hair while the other squeezes your hand soothingly. “I get ya, it’s not easy doing this.”
“Yeah,” you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “Recently, it’s like- it’s like I end up on another planet. I just can’t find my way back home.”
You sighed, a wave of regret washing over you.
“I can feel it though, I’m trapped inside. I just can’t break through,” your chin started to tremble, fear coursing in your veins. “I can’t do it.”
Bucky pulled you into his chest, shushing the tears that began to fall.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t fair to put on you,” you sobbed into Bucky, body shaking as your breath left faster than you could inhale.
“Darlin’, my beautiful darlin’,” Bucky whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you right here.”
“It’s just so frustrating. I don’t even know where this comes from. Why can’t I just remember?”
There it was, the core of the issue. Bucky had thought himself damn unlucky to remember everything that HYDRA had put him through, especially given all the time since then where he had to relive it. Before meeting you, he hadn’t considered what it would be like to experience the flashbacks, the panic attacks, the meltdowns without even being able to pinpoint what was causing them.
Despite endless amounts of therapy, experiments from Tony and Bruce, medication, unhealthy amounts of self-medication, you still struggled to grasp more than a fleeting image from those years. You remembered brief moments as a child, surrounded by people you no longer recognise. There were images that came to you, but the person in them was unrecognisable - it was your face but there was nothing there.
Bucky rocked you slowly, his heart breaking at the sobs wracking your body. Your breathing was getting faster and faster, and thanks to Bucky’s enhanced hearing he could hear the blood pumping your accelerating heart. He had seen these symptoms many times, more in his own body than yours.
Lifting your hand to rest on his chest, he tilted your chin to force your eyes to his.
“Love,” he whispered, following by exaggerating his breathing. Tears flowed freely down your face as your eyes roamed his face, panic taking over. Your movements became frantic, hands shaking as you pulled yourself from his arms on shaky legs. “Doll?”
“I just- I just need-” your voice wobbled as you glanced at Bucky, seeing the troubled expression on his face, before running out of the door.
You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you had to keep moving.
The bruises on your knuckles didn’t help. The pain in your wrists from the repeating motion didn’t help. The burning in your arms didn’t help.
You were sitting on the floor, legs splayed as you wrapped and re-wrapped your fists. You weren’t entirely sure how long you had been in the training room, it could have been hours or days.
The door opened behind you, footsteps gentle but instantly recognisable. The time spent abusing the punching bag had allowed you to gather your thoughts, writing a script in your head.
“I want to get better, I do. I know I’ve not been showing that, but I want to get better. For me, for you, for us.”
You took a deep breath, eyes focused on your hands to avoid distracting yourself with his presence.
“It’s gonna take a lot of work. I mean, shit, it’s already taken nearly everything from me, but I won’t let it take you from me. I refuse,” you didn’t look up as you spoke, inherently knowing it was Bucky stood behind you.
“I want to help you, doll,” his voice was deep.
“I don’t know how to let you,” you turned then, meeting his eyes. “But I’m willing to try. You’ve already been through all of this, you’ve been to hell and back, I don’t know how you survived it my love.”
“It was worth it to get to you,” he stepped towards you, reaching for your hands. You grasped them, never wanting to let go again.
“You don’t have to do this again, I wouldn’t blame you if it was too much.”
“Doll,” Bucky took your face in his hands, resting his forehead on yours. “There is no world in which we are not together in this. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here and I mean that. We’re gonna do this.”
“You and me.”
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summary: Eddie forgets which day of the week it is, leading the reader to come looking for him. Eddie quickly remembers it's his favourite day of the week...
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI smut, established relationship, use of pet names [princess, angel, baby], kissing, grinding, fingering, choking, Eddie fuckin loves a cheerleader skirt
word count: 2k
authors note: okay so i've never written smut but this basically wrote itself, open for a part 2 if desired...
You knew from experience that Hellfire club could run on for hours, and hours, and hours. When the boys got super into it, they could campaign for days without even realising time was passing. As Dungeon Master, Eddie loved getting completely lost in these worlds and exploring, thinking on his feet to find surprises and plot twists to catch the others off-guard.
Hellfire wasn’t totally your thing, as much as you loved to watch Eddie perform, and there was no denying that you certainly loved the deep voice he used when things got serious. It worked out anyways as Hellfire usually took place at the same time as your cheer practice, both on opposite sides of the school.
You and Eddie had settled into a nice routine where he would finish Hellfire, pull his van around and pick you up from practice before heading back to his place. Today, however, Eddie was nowhere to be seen as your practice finished. This wasn’t a very common occurrence - especially on a practice day - and you’d usually just go back home, knowing Eddie would come and see you whenever he was done; normally with a dopey, apologetic look on his face.
A wicked plan danced through your mind, sending a smirk to your lips and a bolt of electricity through your body. You pulled your bag over your shoulder, spinning on your heels to head back into the school and down the hallway. As you drew nearer, you could hear familiar shouts and laughs, one voice in particular turning your cheeks rosy.
The door was open slightly and peering in, you could see Eddie standing on his chair, arms flung open as he delivered his script to the group. The corners of your mouth tugged upwards, watching his curls bounce and his growing grin as he jumped off the chair, throwing himself down, eyes roaming the group. As the boys quietened, trying to plan their next move, you knocked gently on the door.
Eddie glanced up quickly, doing a double take when he realised it was you. Still in your cheer uniform. A breath caught in his throat as he realised the time.
“Hey baby,” you smiled. “I’m just gonna head home, do you wanna come get me later?” You batted your eyelashes, receiving the exact response you intended. Eddie’s face flushed and he took a deep breath.
“Bye guys,” Eddie’s voice was deep and gravelly. The group looked at eachother, confused.
“But Eddie, we were…”
“I strongly suggest we pause here,” Eddie almost groaned as you swung your hips to lean against the doorframe. “And you should probably head out.”
The boys' heads flicked from Eddie, to you, and back to Eddie. A sense of awkwardness draped over the room as they understood the scenario and scrambled to grab their things. Shouting ‘goodbye’ to Eddie over their shoulders, the boys snuck past you in the doorframe and you slinked into the room, closing the door behind you.
Eddie leaned back in his chair, knees spreading. You loved seeing him like this, in his throne, ruling over his kingdom. He rubbed his hand over his face before drawing his eyes back to yours.
“I forgot what day it was, I’m sorry princess,” he groaned, dropping his head backward. “How was practice?”
“It was fine,” you spoke softly, sweetly. You moved across the room, dropping your bag onto one of the chairs. As you approached, Eddie’s hands raised to your hips, guiding you to sit on his lap. “How did they get on?” You indicated to the set-up that remained on the table.
“Fell into the trap, as usual,” he smirked, one hand wrapped around your waist while the other fiddled with the hem of your skirt. “Can’t believe I forgot my favourite day of the week.”
Your eyebrows creased together, “Favourite?”
Eddie’s hand slipped under your skirt, resting on the crease between your hip and thigh. “Best day of the week, when I get to see you in this lil’ get-up.” His eyes sparkled as he forced them away from your body and up to your face.
“Hmm,” you tucked your head into the crook of his neck and hummed. Eddie gave your thigh a small squeeze, relishing the feeling of your flesh in his hands. “I’m all gross and sweaty from practice.”
The hand that had been wrapped around your back reached up, lightly cupping the back of your neck and guiding your lips to Eddie’s. You smiled into the kiss, light and gentle as a few of Eddie’s curls tickled your face and neck.
“I don’t care,” Eddie murmured, his eyes darkening as he looked up into yours. “Even better.” His lips quirked into an awkward smile as he shifted you in his lap, straddling his legs and leaned you back to rest against the table. You rested your elbows on the table, accidentally knocking over one of Eddie’s Hellfire figurines and sending a couple of pages gliding onto the floor. You grimaced slightly, making to lean down and grab them but strong hands on your waist kept you firmly planted where you were. “‘S fine, leave it. Or-”
Eddie stands, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you pressed against him. Haphazardly he plants your ass on the table, using his other hand to sweep all of his materials off of the table. Eddie claps his hands on his cheeks in fake shock, looking back and forward from your confused face to the paper and minifigures now on the floor. “Oh no. Could you be a doll and pick those up for me?”
You raised an eyebrow, studying the adorable face in front of you before it clicked into place. So, he wanted a show…
You jumped down from the table, giving Eddie a quick peck to the lips before turning away from him. “These ones down here?” You raised your pitch an octave or two, playing into the situation before giving your hips a quick wiggle and hinging at the waist. As your body bent over, revealing exactly what he had been leveraging for, you heard a gasp escape Eddie’s lips, followed swiftly by a little giggle. That idiot had got exactly what he wanted.
Eddie’s eyes trailed up one leg, along your ass and down the other leg, savouring the sight before him. You picked up the items from the floor slowly, torturing Eddie with each shift of balance, each wiggle, each movement that you made. You heard a groan, followed by the rustling of fabric and chains as Eddie shifted in his stance.
“Favourite day of the week,” he muttered to himself before reaching for your hips, pulling them to his.
You swayed slightly, pressing your bodies together and feeling his obvious arousal. You let out a soft chuckle as you straightened, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, curls landing across your face.
Eddie nuzzled his nose into your cheek, rolling his hips against yours and tightening his grip on your hips. You hummed in response, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair and tugged lightly, receiving a groan from deep in his throat. One of the hands on your hips trailed a line down your thigh, slipping under your skirt and ghosting over the cotton covering your crotch. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth before Eddie’s other hand reached up to turn your chin towards him. Eddie’s lips captured yours, sucking at your lip and drawing his tongue across it.
The tip of Eddie’s finger dragged under the hem of your underwear, teasing the delicate skin hidden beneath. You pressed your hips backwards against his strong frame, eliciting an exhale from his lips. His fingertips across your folds as your hips stuttered, craving closeness with him.
Eddie drew his lips from yours, trailing light, feathery kisses down your neck as his hand moved back to your hips, pressing your thighs against the table.
“You gotta hold on baby,” his voice was barely above a whisper. You immediately gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white from your tight grip.
Finally he was there, his fingers grazed your clit, sending a wave of cold across your body. The table creaked as your grip tightened, eyes fluttering closed as all of your attention was focused on the feeling of him. His face tucked into the crook of your neck, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
His fingers glided over your clit, small circles that were so powerful they could cause a tornado. He knew your body so perfectly, not just from the months of physical intimacy, but from the way he studied your face, your reactions, your entire being. Seeing the way you crumbled beneath him was his only source of life force.
You turned your head, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He responded by lifting his head, colliding your lips together as his hand moved further. You felt a finger tracing your heat, exactly where you needed him.
All of a sudden, you realised exactly where you were. Forcing your lips from his, “Eddie, we should go-”
“Shhh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers not slowing for a second as he glided them into you. Your eyes rolled backwards, your head flopping to the side from pleasure. “I’ll be quick, just need you to cum for me.”
Any further protest was forgotten as his skilled fingers curled, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. Eddie nipped at your ear with his teeth, using his tongue to soothe the abused skin as he left marks down your neck.
One of your hands lifted from the table to tangle back in his hair, catching curls in your grip. You grinded your hips back against his, searching for friction and finding it in his hard arousal, covered in rough denim. You groaned at the feeling as his fingers began to pump in and out, finding that spot over and over again.
Your legs began to shake, causing you to nearly lose balance. Eddie pushed his hips against yours, forcing your thighs against the table harshly, a moan falling from your lips.
“Shit,” he muttered at the sound. “Let me hear you princess.”
You leaned your head back against his shoulder, angling so that your mouth lined up with his ear. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling as you felt the heat growing between your thighs.
A door slammed down the corridor, sending a dual shock of pain and pleasure up from your toes to your eyelids. Inadvertently, you tightened around Eddie’s fingers, a low chuckle ruminating from his chest in response.
“So, she wants to get caught,” Eddie whispered in your ear, biting at the lobe for good measure. “Let them hear you. Tell them exactly how I’m making you feel.”
Eddie’s words go straight to your thighs, squeezing together as your stomach tightened.
“Fuck,” another groan. “Cum for me.”
Your eyes squeezed shut, tight enough that you began seeing colourful shapes dancing in your eyelids. Your breath caught in your throat, as Eddie’s hand wrapped lightly around your throat, pinning your lips to his ear. You let out a final gasp as your body crumbled, legs giving out. A guttural sound escaped you, straight into Eddie’s ear as his fingers hit that spot one last time.
“Good girl,” Eddie eased his grip on you, allowing you to rest your weight back on the table. “My angel, so good for me.”
You hummed, your body still feeling like it was floating and your eyes still closed. Kisses trailed along your cheek until your lips met with a slow, loving kiss.
A popping sound led you to open your eyes and your legs nearly gave out again at the sight of Eddie, his tongue gliding along his fingers as he cleaned himself off.
You took a step towards him, reaching your hands for the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed your hands before you could reach it.
“Princess, what I plan to do next definitely cannot happen in this room. Van. Now.”
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summary: reader is not having a good time at Steve's Halloween party, Eddie seems to be having a great time, unbeknownst to each other that they'd much rather be together.
warnings: angst, eddie and reader are dummies who don't realise they are both pining, fluffy angst kind of idk
word count: 2.1k
authors note: omg first fic on this account I'm so scared ahaha. recent life things have led me back into the arms of Eddie and you know what, fuck it
Steve’s Halloween parties were legendary for a number of reasons: awesome costumes, lots of booze and usually some decent drama. Little did you know, this year the drama would be you.
You had turned up to the party late, still reeling from an argument with your sibling over who would be which Disney princess, which had blown wildly out of proportion when they had started getting too personal with the digs. Anxiety had settled over you in the car ride over, your knee bouncing and fingers picking at the fabric of your outfit. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, you flung the door open and jumped out, beelining for the house in search of alcohol and him.
The front door was propped open with a beer keg, the jocks crowding around and chanting random noises, not even sounding like words. You headed for the kitchen, looking for any sort of bottle that you could grab and chug. You found a bottle of vodka, still half-full, flicked off the cap and took a large swig, drops gliding down your chin from impatience. Wiping your face, your eyes searched the crowd for a recognisable face.
You spotted the hair before you saw the face. The host himself, Steve Harrington, was dancing with a group of girls in the center of the living room, hands in the air and a wide grin on his face. His eyes drifted around the room before meeting yours, waving his hands and gesturing for you to come over. You waved back before indicating to the other room, opting to find some more of your friends rather than break those girls’ hearts by stealing their King.
Another gulp of vodka down, you threw yourself on the sofa next to Robin, leaning your head on her shoulder.
“Hey loser,” Robin smirked, eyeing up your costume. “Wouldn’t you be more at home in a castle?”
“Shut up,” you huffed, bottom lip poking out.
Robin took the bottle from your hand, taking a shot and giving it back with a grimace.
“Why are you being grumpy?” Robin pouted down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Who hurt our little princess?”
“The nasty, evil witch known as my sibling,” you rolled your eyes, taking another drink. “Anyway, what are you meant to be?”
Robin’s outfit consisted of a red bodywarmer, denim jacket and sunglasses.
“Dude you’re joking right?” her eyebrows knitted together, genuine concern painted across her face. “I’m Marty McFly… Back to the Future… ‘Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.’ How are we friends?”
“Because you love me,” you smiled up at Robin, the vodka finally in your system and blurring the edges. “And you don’t want to spend all of your time with Steve.”
Robin shuddered at the thought, “That is true. Where is he anyway?”
“Grinding on some girls in the other room. Who else is here?”
“The usual. Cheerleaders, jocks, ladies,” Robin wiggled her eyebrows at the last mention before nudging your shoulder. “I saw Eddie around here somewhere.”
Eddie Munson.
Known to some as “the freak” and to others as “the dungeon master”.
Known to you simply as Eddie.
You had been close with Eddie for a couple of months, after Dustin had brought Eddie and Steve together, uniting the friendship groups. His curly locks, ringed fingers, dimpled cheeks had you enamored from the first meeting, leaving you fighting a blush whenever you were in his company.
Despite trying to remain cool at Robin’s words, your eyes scoured the room, looking for the curly mop of hair that would give away Eddie’s location. The previous feelings of anxiety bubbled in your stomach, the insecurities that had been thrown around returning to your thoughts.
“He’s here?” you tried to keep your voice level, failing desperately to cover the shaking of your body. You tugged at your outfit, suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin, it was too short, too revealing, too showy.
Robin’s eyes studied your face, noticing the sudden change. “Hey, what’s happening?”
“No, I’m okay, I’m fi-” your voice stopped as you found him. With another girl's arms around him.
Of course. Of course he would. Why wouldn’t he? His recent alliance with Steve had raised his social standing, with girls now noticing him and wanting to “fix” him. It would make sense for him to take advantage of it. Your heart started racing in your chest. Of course it wouldn’t be you. Why would it be you? He had his pick of girls now, what made you seriously think that he would settle for you?
Robin’s eyes followed your steady gaze, landing on the sight you were fixated on.
“Dude, I don’t think-” Robin started, reaching the arm not around you to your other shoulder, trying to redirect your attention.
“I’m just gonna go, I shouldn’t even have bothered, this has been an awful night,” your voice wavered as you pushed Robin’s hands away.
You stood on wobbly knees, hands shaking as you tried to pull your outfit over as much of your body as you could cover. Robin called out to you as you left but your feet stumbled along the carpet, aiming for the front door. As you passed through the living room, Steve’s eyes followed your figure, questioning why you were moving so fast and leaving so soon. You wrapped your arms around your waist, your limbs feeling heavy as your eyes welled up.
Of course he wouldn’t want you.
Why did you ever think it would be you?
Just look at you.
It would never be you.
You didn’t notice when it started raining, drops of water melting together with the tears that were streaming down your face. You were the epitome of a teenage disaster; walking the blocks home in a stupid skimpy outfit, hating yourself and sucker-punching your brain with self-deprecation every step of the way.
A cacophony of groans and whines erupted as Steve dragged himself away from the girls he had been dancing with, watching your figure racing out of the house. He heard his name coming from the other room, turning to meet Robin’s worried gaze.
“What’s up with that?” Steve pushed his sunglasses onto his head, nodding towards the door that you had just left.
“I think we have a slight problem. You know how those two idiots don’t realise the thing?” Robin raised her eyebrows. “Thing go KABOOM.”
Robin imitated an explosion with her hands, causing Steve to roll his eyes.
“God damn, do I have to do everything around here?” Steve started towards Eddie.
Eddie had removed his mask, looking flustered and trying to separate himself from the incredibly drunk girl who was draping herself over him.
“Ma’am, please just-” Eddie was cut off as he was yanked away by the arm, turning to see Steve and Robin standing with hands on their hips.
“Okay dummy,” Robin started. “You fucked up.”
“How- what?”
Steve tapped his foot impatiently, “The whole unrequited love thing? You need to go and fix it.”
Robin explained the situation to Eddie, whose face drained as he heard how you had left. His heart skipped a beat as Robin told him how you had been pining over him as much as he had you.
“Shit. I gotta go.”
Your sobs were muffled by the blanket you had wrapped yourself in, cocooning yourself in an attempt to drown out the outside world. You had your Walkman turned up to maximum volume, the headphones digging into the side of your head as your body shook with each cry. Nothing could stop your mind from racing, thoughts running at light speed.
You’re not good enough. Who would want you? Of course Eddie Munson would never want you.
Remnants of your outfit were strewn over the floor, an oversized shirt and pyjama trousers instead covering your body. Your hair was still dripping from the rain, but you simply didn’t have the energy or the desire to deal with it. You were listening to a cassette that Eddie had given you, a mix of both of your music tastes, although the gift had come with a warning:
“Sweetheart, if you tell anyone that I made a cassette with ABBA on it, I’ll kill you before you get a chance to run,” Eddie’s dimples blinded you as he grinned down at you, handing over the cassette.
Another wave of pain washed over you at the memory, feeling stupid as you recalled all of the times you had read the signs wrong. As the track changed, you heaved in a breath and turned onto your other side. The brief moment of silence was interrupted by a small noise.
*tap*
*tap*
*taptaptaptaptaptap*
“What the-”, you took your headphones off, pulling the blanket down from over your head. Following the tap noise, you tiptoed over to your window, wiping your face to get rid of the tears that had started to dry, leaving a sticky residue.
You jumped as another tap echoed, a small pebble bouncing off of your window. Looking down, you instantly recognise the mop of curls, despite his face being covered by the stupid halloween mask he had previously been donning. A groan vibrates through your body as you realise what you’re wearing, those thoughts still pounding in your head.
Sliding your window up, you lean your head out, “Eddie?”
“Finally!” you can hear the toothy grin hidden beneath the mask. “I’m comin’ up.”
“No, Eddie-” you start to protest but Eddie had already clambered up the garage, nearing your window. Muttering under your breath, you hoped your parents were telling the truth when they said they’d be out late.
“Shit,” you panic, realising the state of your room - Eddie would definitely know something was up if he saw the depression pit you had concocted. Hurrying, you kicked your strewn clothes under the bed and reorganise the blankets on the bed. Running a quick hand across your face to get rid of any stray tears, you turned to the window, Eddie’s lanky figure climbing through.
With that stupid devil mask still on.
“Why are you here? Why aren’t you still at Steve’s?” you crossed your arms across your body, lightly kicking the carpet with your foot and avoiding Eddie’s gaze.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice was deep and gravelly as he took the mask off, tucking it in his back pocket. “What happened?”
Eddie reached for you and you took a step back, a pang of pain bursting through your body at the look on his face. You took a shaky breath, eyes flicking back and forward between Eddie and the floor.
“It’s nothing, I just-”
“Robin told me,” Eddie interrupted you, studying your face. “Everything. I mean, I think everything.”
Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. Moving slowly, Eddie took a step towards you, his hands reaching to rest on your arms.
“So tell me angel, what happened?” Eddie ducked his head, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Eddie,” you breathed, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to-”
“Angel,” his voice was stern now, deep with need.
Taking a deep breath, you shifted in your stance. “I wasn’t feeling great and I just wanted to see you, but you were dancing with another girl and I mean obviously you can do that, I can’t tell you what to do or not to do.”
Words raced out of you faster than you could think, your body beginning to wrack with nerves as you realised what you were confessing to.
“And I just don’t know what to do Eddie because I wanted it to be me you were dancing with. I wanted it to be me you wanted to dance with.”
Tears brimmed in your eyes as you met his gaze, terrified of what you might find written in his eyes.
Eddie took a moment, before stepping closer to you, one hand lifting from your arm to caress your cheek as he started laughing. Your heart sunk at the noise.
See? He’s laughing at you. What an idiot to think this would be some romantic moment. He can’t even handle the thought of it without laughing.
Eddie noticed how your face dropped and immediately stopped, tucking his finger under your chin to drag your eyes to his.
“Sweetheart, I think we’re both idiots,” he grinned down at you, dimples shining in the darkness of the room.
Your chin trembled as you looked up at him, brain spinning from the whiplash of the situation.
Eddie blinked once, twice, then leaned down to meet your lips with his.
And for the first time that night, your brain was quiet.
a/n: was that stupid? that was probably stupid.
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