tw: reference to domestic violence, aftermath of violence, drunk idiots, bffs
Practice Makes Perfect - 17
Asher had Darlin by the wrist as soon as they were in the apartment, hauling them toward the bathroom. “Start the waffles!” He pointed back at David who flipped him off but went into the kitchen.
“Why are we going away from the waffles?” Darlin asked, still drunk.
“Your shirt is wrecked. We're cleaning up.” Chances were good if they settled into the living room to eat waffles they'd end up passing out there. Best to clean up and change clothes first.
He pushed into the bathroom and turned Darlin to lean against the counter. “I’m sorry I knocked you over,” Asher said, grabbing a washcloth and getting it wet.
Darlin sat on the counter. “I think I knocked you over.”
“No you didn't.” Asher pulled their shirt up, deciding to clean Darlin up first and then himself. Darlin lifted their arms, the one on their hurt side only going halfway up. Asher was careful getting the shirt off and then tossed it into the corner near the tub.
Darlin frowned down at themself, sticky with bloodsmears but for the area around the bandaged wound the paramedic had cleaned up. “Should I just get in the shower?”
“And fuck up the patch job?” Asher was aghast. He turned on the sink and let the water warm up before soaking the washcloth. They cleaned Darlin up, quickly earning a drink smile and a couple remarks about spongebaths.
Asher was extra careful on the side around the injury, not that Darlin winced or complained.
“So, you know the hot paramedic?”
Asher blinked and then smiled. “Yeah, kinda. I mean we met once.”
“A one night stand?”
Asher snorted, moving to their other side. He was about to reply when he noticed that deep bruises splotching their ribs. They were sallow, not unlike that bruise under their eye. He pretended not to notice, to buy himself a little more time to look at them and figure out what to say. He cleaned their arm from shoulder to wrist and then their hand and fingers–looking at the scabs on their knuckles. Darlin always fought back.
Asher wasn’t new to fights or bruises. This looked like someone had jabbed a couple punches into their side. The only problem was, he hadn’t heard about Darlin getting into any fights recently. Since when did Darlin hide fights from them? They were usually with them.
He was about to ask outright, when he saw it. His gaze slid past their shoulder, landing on their reflection in the mirror. More bruises on their back and there, between their shoulder and their neck, was a nasty looking bite. It had broken skin. “Darlin…” He curled a hand around the back of their neck, pulling them forward into him to get a look at the injury. “What the actual fuck–”
Darlin tensed and jerked back, but he could still see it in the mirror. “It’s nothing.”
“Who did that?”
Darlin’s face screwed up. They took the washcloth from him and gave their face a scrub before tossing it into the corner with the ruined shirt. “I’mma borrow something from David’s room…” they trailed, going for the open doorway.
Asher caught their arm. “Tell me who,” he said.
Darlin wrinkled their nose. “Drop it. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“It was a one time thing.”
“What was the thing?” Asher’s heart squeezed.
Darlin hesitated, the answer seemingly caught in their throat.
Asher waited.
“It was just a fight.”
Asher wasn’t sure he believed that. “With your roommate?”
Darlin sucked air through their teeth and shook off his hold. “Seriously? Don’t worry about it.” They crossed the hall for David’s room.
“Are you shitting me? Someone bit you!” He followed, looking at that damn bite. If it wasn’t for the bruises, he might have been able to consider this was some sort of roleplay that had gotten out of hand. He could even back off if Darlin said it was what they were into and not his business…but they’d clearly been beaten up.
“Fucking shut up before–”
“What are you talking about?” David was down the hall, brow creased when he followed them into his own room.
“Was it the roommate?” Asher pressed again, attention fixed on Darlin.
Darlin turned around to face them both. “Back off!” Asher was having flashback to when they were teens–and when Darlin had tried to hide that their dad had been knocking them around.
David groaned. “Jesus. You’re both drunk. Calm down and–” He must have noticed the bruises too because his words cut off and Asher could feel his peace-keeper mode snap over to protective. “What happened?”
Darlin rolled their eyes but they were glassy now, looking anywhere but at the two of them.
Asher realized then that they were between Darlin and the exit. It hadn’t been his plan, but he’d cornered them. Swearing under his breath, Ash moved forward, opening a drawer and pulling out a piece of clothing. He slammed it shut and held the shirt out.
Darlin took it, pulling it on.
“The roommate?” he asked again, almost a whisper but plenty loud in the hush of that room.
Darlin’s jaw ticked but they didn’t say anything. They never did. They never had to.
Asher waited until they finally met his gaze. “We’ll get your stuff tomorrow.” And they would talk about this more when they were both sober.
Darlin looked away again. “I can get my own–”
“We’ll get your stuff tomorrow,” Asher said again. “But tonight we’ll eat waffles until you barf and then camp out in the living room.”
Darlin tried to cross their arms only to remember they had fresh stitches in their side and wince. “Fuck…”
“Yeah.” Asher turned, leading the way back out of the room past David and into the bathroom to clean up. He was trying real hard not to think about teeth in Darlin’s skin and how that could have happened and why Darlin hadn’t told them.
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Darlin scrubbed a hand over their face, still feeling numb and tipsy, but also warm and overwhelmed.
Asher knew and now David knew.
“I can just crash on the couch and you guys–” they said, shame creeping up to choke them just like always.
David frowned. “Why would you get the couch? We pull the cushions off and make a pile on the floor…”
Like always. Like they’d been doing since they were in highschool. Darlin looked away again, feeling raw. Why were they always in the worst situations? “I’m so–”
“Don’t.” David shook his head. “If you’re sorry your roommate is an asshole, then I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”
Their face pinched. “That doesn’t even make sense. It’s not your responsibility–”
“It’s not yours either.” David took a step closer and reached out, his hand curling around the back of their neck to pull them in. Their heads thumped together once and then his arm slung over their shoulder, leading them out of the room and down the hall. “Whatever is happening, it’s going to be okay.”
Darlin raised a curious eyebrow. “You’re drunk…”
He raised an eyebrow and looked back at them. “Am I?”
Fuck. He was such a good drunk they couldn’t tell.
David let them go when they reached the living room. He pointed at the couch and chairs. “You’re on fort duty while I make pancakes.”
“Waffles!” Asher called from the open bathroom.
Darlin sighed, grateful for the liquor still swimming in their veins, the promise of carbs and sugar, and their friends. They were also really grateful not to have to go back to that apartment tonight. Quinn was scary and Darlin was way too soft when tipsy to deal with that.
no. no i really wasnt joking that if you were tired of the we are the champions song you probably shouldnt watch the clips of the cats at e11even. thats. all. they're. playing.
ANWAYS WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS PLAY IT A THIRD TIME DJ BLAST IT BABEY
“Steve & Bucky: The Sex Hero” Ch 27 illustration for my Stucky AU “The King of the Jocks: The King of the Misfits” (find it on Archive of Our Own, Jessie Lucid). Drunk boys trying out BDSM for the first time. What could go wrong? 🤣 Chapter 27 is posted now! ❤️🌈❤️
Summary: Steve comes home from a mission to a drunk trio and a pineapple
Warnings: Drunk reader, use of the word cummies, mentions of sex? kinda idk, CRACK, fluff, nakedness
a/n: another entry for the Flex your writing muscles challenge by @captain-rogers-beard
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“Is that a pineapple wearing a party hat and sunglasses?” A very shocked Tony says from the doorway, you blink at Bucky before spinning around to face the four other avengers with said pineapple in your arms. Tony, Nat, Clint and Steve stand in front of the closing elevator doors, all four of them bruised and tired from their mission, but alive.
“Excuse you, this is Jeff.” You slur with a big sloppy smile, Sam giggles into Bucky’s shoulder behind you. Tony raises an eyebrow at you as Steve sighs before turning to his best friend.
“Buck?” He asks with his hands on his hips, Bucky shrugs his shoulders carelessly, too busy pressing sloppy kisses to Sam’s cheek. Steve groans before placing his duffle bag on the ground lightly and walking up to you and taking the pineapple, Jeff, from your arms and placing it down on the table.
“Where did you even get that?” Tony asks curiously, not remembering ever having party hats and pineapples. You lean against Steve as you answer.
“Well the sunglasses are Clint’s, he wanted to look cooler. The party hat is from Bucky’s room, something about sticking junior in it to surprise Sam. And the pineapple is from my room cause Stevie wanted his cummies to taste better.” You slur out, Tony erupting into laughter as Steve chokes and blushes fiercely.
“Okay that’s enough for tonight.” Steve says sternly as he lifts you into his arms, ignoring your whining as he shoots Nat a look to send Sam and Bucky to bed. You whine as you become limp in Steve’s arms as he takes you out of the lounge room, heading towards the living quarters with the little bit of dignity he has left.
“Friday please tell me you recorded that!” Steve hears Tony bark out in between his loud laughs, your own drunk giggle taunting Steve. He slams the bedroom door closed behind the both of you, setting you on the end of the bed as he goes to the bathroom, starting the shower and giving it the time to heat up as he goes back to gather you up.
Steve struggles to undress you, chuckling at your drunken rambling about the “hot blonde in the mirror” and how he had a glorious ass. He eventually manages to get you under the warm stream, quickly undressing himself before joining you.
“Do you think I can drink this?” You say as you hold up the shampoo bottle, squinting as you try to read the label. Steve is quick to take the bottle out of your hands with a shake of his head, gesturing for you to turn around so he can wash your hair.
Steve washes your body and combs the conditioner through your hair, chuckling to himself at your drunk antics. By the time he’s slipping one of his t-shirts over your head and a pair of panties up your legs, your eyes are drooping. He guides you down under the covers before slipping in next to you, breathing out a laugh as you immediately throw yourself over his chest, leg thrown over his hips with a content smile.
“Night Stevie.” You mumble out into his neck, your voice soft and drained from the long night you had. He smiles before pulling you closer and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, mumbling out a soft goodnight that makes you hum into the skin of his neck.
“I regret so many things, like the sun. Why does the sun exist?” Steve chuckles at your groaning, getting up to shut the curtains before setting a glass of water and two small pain pills down next to you.
“I have a training session; will you be okay baby?” He asks, making sure to keep his voice low as he rubs your arm softly. You whine but nod, your eyes peeking out of the blankets to smile at him softly. He kisses your forehead again before heading for the door, halting with his hand on the door handle when he hears you speak up.
“I did not say cummies oh my GOD” Steve just laughs, leaving you to the memories of your drunken night.
"Touch yourself for me love…" Bucky whispers as he kisses you hungrily. Giggling, you tried to take off your dress as you both successfully reached your room without falling.
Once again Thor shared his oh so famous Asgardian mead at Tony's party and now all of you are drunk as fuck.
Some are all passed out somewhere in the compound, Steve went out for some air then there's you and Bucky getting all hot and needy for each other.
You successfully got your dress off and went to your bed crawling erotically, moving your hips teasing Bucky more. You heard his painful groan as you got on the top of the bed sitting down and slowly you removed your thong twirling it at your finger before tossing it towards Bucky who is now sitting at the edge of the bed his pants down to his ankle. Hands palming his bulge.
"Hmm…" you teased him, biting your lips, you slowly slides your hand from your breast down to your pussy.
Eyes glued at Bucky's facem
Slowly you entered a finger inside your cunt, moaning at the friction it created to your aching core but not satisfied enough, you added two more searching for the feeling that only Bucky's finger can give.
"F-fuck babe, that's so fucking hot." He growled, he removed his underwater and held his hard cock eyes not leaving your cunt.
You started to pump in and out in a fast phase because seeing Bucky's metal hand gripping his cock is so fucking hot. You opened your legs more to give him a better view and went to work, moaning and trashing from the feeling of your fingers and seeing Bucky fuck his hand so hard he's gripping the bed sheet, tongue darting in and out of his lips from time to time as if he wanted a taste.
He's so delicious, thinking about how he'll fuck you senseless in a while made you whimper,
"I-I'm close...Bucky...uhm…" you said rubbing your thumb on your clit.
"I know Doll, fuck yourself till you come. You look beautiful. F-fuck." He said, moving his hand faster, trying to catch the same rhythm you have on your cunt.
Closing your eyes, head tilting up, you were almost at your peak when you heard a distinct whizzing and metal rubbing together and your high went down so fast when you heard Bucky fall from the bed to the floor. Cursing all the curse words he knows from the 70s till the present time.
Forgetting about your unfinished climax you crawled to him.
"Bucky, what happened, babe!?" You asked worried. He's clunching his dick by his flesh hand holding it up and his metal one is unmoving under it. His face is pale and full of pain. "Babe!??" You asked again. Sitting down in-front of him on the floor.
"Fuck, shit...I-its...fuuuccck!!" He growled with pain.
"Hey...hey Bucky look at me. Calm down." You said touching his cheek with your clean hand.
"It's fucking stuck, YN! The metal plate is stuck on my skin." He said gritting his teeth.
Your drunken mind got cleared all of a sudden but not without letting out a little giggle.
"Oh my poor, Bucky boo. Lemme see if I can fix that. Stand up and open your legs." You said. He obliges and you went to work. Slowly lifting his cock to see how his metal finger is stuck on his balls and there it is, two plates from his pinky are biting the skin. You got up and took your massage oil and rubbed it on the affected area. You heard bucky hiss from pain but he needs to be strong for this. Using your fingers you slowly rubbed at the skin letting the oil get absorbed and after a while it slid out of the metal plates.
Bucky lost his footing and ends up falling down on your bed, hands covering his eyes- breathing heavily.
"Thank you Y/N…" you heard him whisper. You're sure he's more embarassed than in-pain right now, smiling at yourself you crawl between his legs and held his soft cock slowly pumping it and thanks to the oil earlier it went smoothly.
"My poor baby, lemme take the pain away." You said and licked the head of his cock while your hand continues pumping him. You heard him moan, leaning up with his elbow supporting him, he watched you take his now hard cock in your mouth making sure to massage the painful part of his balls as you suck and lick and take as far as you can with his length. Moaning on how delicious he tastes your hands went back on your mound to teased your clit. You felt him grip your hair as you continued your movements.
He would thrust to meet your lips from time to time until you felt the familiar twitch of his cock. Taking him deep.
"Ahhh Baby doll you're so amazing! I'm close hmm…" he said grabbing your arm to pull you up on top of him. He kissed you deep tasting himself. "I wanna cum inside you." He growl biting your lower lips.
You kissed him one more time before you sat up taking his cock on your hand to guide him to your entrance. You both moaned at the feel of you taking him in.
"B-Bucky…" you moaned. You rode him until you both reached your climax. Giggling at how silly everything went. Both satisfied you fell asleep quickly after not having the energy to move you slept on top of him with his arms around you waist holding you still.
What a fun night you thought before letting sleep took over.
