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While waiting for her mate to return Adrian spends her days studying the various soft flesh creatures on Erid. It's her job, her passion, and is almost enough to fill the emptiness that's been lurking inside her for over forty years.
But during a normal day out in the field Erid government agents whisk her away to help solve a problem of theirs: A strange soft flesh being from another world that's missing an arm and clearly dying.
What starts as what can best be described as a 'mild kidnapping' turns into so much more as Adrian decides that studying this strange alien creature also means befriending it. Assuming it wants to be befriended.
Chapter Twenty-six: In Which Adrian is NSFW
I'm back from my Fun Hospital Stay and now that I've slept off my massive migraine and taken my ADHD pills again I finished the latest chapter! I'm going to try to take it easy as I recover from said hospital stay but I also want to write everything forever so we'll see how this goes.
Also note that the rating of the fic has increased to Mature.
Steve thought that living without Bucky for decades had been the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, until a mission at an old Hydra facility reveals a shocking secret about the Winter Soldier program.
Now Steve and Bucky must deal with the consequences of this discovery, while trying to prepare for the biggest and most dangerous challenge of their lives.
This is an English translation of WantedKilljoy21 amazing work.
Words: 1415, Chapters: 1/37, Language: English
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Chris Evans Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang, Vision (Marvel), James “Rhodey” Rhodes, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Ayo (Marvel), Laura Barton, Peter Parker, Original Female Character(s)
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Sharon Carter/Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Romance, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Childbirth, Medical Procedures, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Canon-Typical Violence, Male Lactation, Hydra (Marvel), Gun Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering from Being The Winter Soldier, Protective Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Whump
But.... Is it the change in current styles, or does this suit look a bit too big for him? I rarely notice stuff like that - honest. And I'm not one to be judgy.
But can anyone educate me please on men's fashion of today? Pleeease?
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Summary: You're the eldest daughter of a gentleman and have no intention of settling for anything less than love. You also have a deep secret you're carrying for two gentlemen that have recently come into your life. This secret could be just the key to changing yours and their lives forever.
Warnings:
A/N: This was absolutely inspired by Pride and Prejudice, specifically the scene between Charlotte and Elizabeth. One could absolutely say Bucky is Mr. Darcy while Steve's more Mr. Bingley in this story, just maybe not as gullible or naive but still very sweet. The stories' similarities end there though. I'll be coming back to this one eventually because I have IDEAS. 😈
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"I'm twenty-seven years old. My choices are limited, and you know it," your best friend, Lottie, huffed at you. Tears glistened and threatened to fall even as she shook her head. "Besides, I know he'll take good care of me. I'll have a home of my own and possibly children. It's all I've ever wanted. I'm not like you. You're romantic while I'm practical. Neither are bad even if you think differently."
Before you could open your mouth, Lottie gave a final huff and turned her back towards you. Her feet quickly carried her out of the yard of your family's old home and down the lane back towards her parents' home.
You gaped at her retreating form, belatedly realizing you may have been a little harsh. Sure, it'd been a surprise to learn that Lottie had accepted Bruce Banner's proposal, but you could've handled it better. It just felt so odd when he'd proposed to you not so long ago, and you'd adamantly refused it.
He wasn't a bad prospect for someone. Not really. He had modest but not insubstantial means to provide for a wife and a family, including his own home and a profession that was worthy of a gentleman.
But he wasn't the one meant for you. He was too practical and a bit too scientific compared to what you saw for yourself. You didn't love him and knew you could never love him. Not the way you wanted to love someone and be loved in return.
You just hadn't thought Lottie would find him appealing. After all, she'd been right there with you in your gentle teasing and criticisms of his slightly off-kilter social skills.
Letting the swing you'd been spinning unwind itself, you carefully pushed to your feet and headed inside. It would seem you had some thinking to do, especially an apology for Lottie. The last thing you'd ever want was to have Lottie mad at you so much that it risked your lifelong friendship.
It was on your way to your room that Ellie, your younger sister, waylaid you.
"Mama wants you to put on your best dress," she said, a sly grin slipping into place. "We're having company over, and Mama is determined to see you married off to one of them."
Not quite understanding, you tapped your foot impatiently as you said, "Spit it out, Ellie. Who's coming to dinner?"
"Miss Romanoff and two of her companions, Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers."
A sigh escaped you before you could stop it.
While you didn't mind Miss Romanoff or even Mr. Rogers, you found yourself always a bit more tense around Mr. Barnes. He had an intensity about him that proved quite unnerving. It also didn't help that he'd always looked at you as though you were something he couldn't stand. As if you smelled bad or did something so horrendous that you should never be allowed in polite society.
Rumors about his time during the war weren't lost on you, having heard a fair number of them. More so, upon their arrival within your country town. Most of them didn't concern you, chalking most of them up to gossipy fantasy, but some of the others sounded a bit more chilling, especially since he kept one arm completely covered. The glove he wore was never removed even when social norms dictated.
The same rumors didn't tarnish or darken Mr. Rogers' reputation despite serving in the same war. No, he came out the country's veritable hero. Also quite the eligible bachelor, too, which made him all the more appealing to yours and other mamas, eager to wed off their daughters.
In some ways, you could see yourself falling for Mr. Rogers, but you also knew a secret many weren't privy to. It wasn't something you were supposed to know, either, but you'd stumbled upon it one evening at another social event. A dance, no less. The same dance where you'd been trying to avoid Mr. Banner and his hopeful wooing of you. To share this secret would mean condemning both men, and you couldn't do it. Even if Mr. Barnes insisted on putting you on edge with his very presence.
Ellie pulled you from your thoughts at her little scoff. "Mama is never going to marry you off if you keep making that face. Try and act like you have some sense. If you don't want either of them, then step aside. I'll take either. They're both so handsome and rich."
Rather than argue with her, you simply kept your mouth shut and headed towards your room.
You still had an apology to Lottie to figure out, so Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers would have to wait. If your mind traveled back to them more often than it should've, then that was no one's concern but yours.
*****
"I hope you two will behave yourselves tonight, and by two, I mean you, James," Natasha said, her signature smirk still in place despite the reprimand in her voice. "You're going to scare away all the eligible ladies away with that scowl of yours, including the one that's caught your eye."
Bucky's eyes widened even as he met Nat's gaze.
If anyone knew him as well as Steve did, it was Nat. Her smirk only confirmed it as it tilted the corner of her mouth. Smug woman that she was, she'd have no problem lording it over him if he did in fact make a mess of it where you were concerned.
And a mess had already been made, which was quite concerning.
No one had been meant to see that moment of weakness he and Steve had shared at that blasted party.
Especially not you.
Something about you intrigued him, sure, but he had no real interest in pretending to be interested in whatever young lady some mama threw into his path. No, all he wanted was to return to his estate and take care of his father's business. Well, his business now. It'd been hit with some hard times recently, and Bucky was determined to turn everything around. Any hint of scandal could undo all the work he'd already put in.
Both him and Steve could so easily be ruined.
Yet, that ruination hasn't happened.
It was most curious, too.
Bucky had been so sure you were exactly like your younger sister. You should've been telling anyone willing to listen what you'd witnessed.
But you hadn't.
The perfect weapon at your disposal, and yet you refused to use it.
That made him most uneasy. He didn't know you well enough, but he knew women in general. Most would be looking for some way to use this knowledge to their advantage. A marriage proposal from either him or Steve should be the minimum you'd be demanding.
But again, you hadn't gone near them.
You'd actually distanced yourself from them.
He had to know why.
Up until that party, Nat had been the only one to know their secret. No way would she ever spill it for fear of her own secrets coming to light. It was all a dangerous game, too, and he wished he had all the pieces he needed to play it so neither he nor Steve lost everything.
"It'll be okay," Steve mumbled beneath his breath so only Bucky could hear him. "She's someone we can trust. I know it."
"Your gut isn't always right," Bucky countered, his agitation coming through with the soft whirring of his mechanical arm. It'd been a top-of-the-line gift from Tony Stark after the war. The man was an annoyance most days, but Steve liked him. Bucky tolerated him for Steve's sake, but he preferred his company to be quieter most days. "She could ruin us."
"She won't."
"So, you have a plan?"
Steve grinned, his deep blue eyes meeting Bucky's icier ones. "Don't I always?"
"Hmm."
As the carriage carried them closer to your home, Bucky could only hope whatever plan Steve had worked. He didn't want to think about the consequences if they couldn't get you to continue your silence.
Spending his heat with two alphas was ill-advised. Spending his heat with a Captain who wants him dead when he isn't aroused and a pilot who'd kill him on behalf of said pilot if it came down to it was just moronic.
Getting pregnant as the founder of a private military company at his age is just idiocy at its finest.
Graves knows there are signs already. The subtle change in his scent, that milky undertone that sends heads turning his way if he's in a grocery store because he chose not to wear scent blockers. Feeling nauseated by red meat, despite his biggest joy in life being the break in his diet to demolish a fat cheeseburger. The night in which he ate an entire pack of sugar cookies and could have eaten at least six more.
He feels like a fool; he's been accused of acting such on various occasions, but never has he so wholeheartedly lived up to the name.
But he's a tactical man, and survival is typically useful, so he utilises his situation to the best of his ability and happens to accidentally stumble across one John Price and his partner on their own turf in the UK. Coincidentally, he left his scent blockers at home. Tragic how these things happen, really.
Nikolai looks both unfathomably fuckable and amused when he slips into a seat at their table in their apparent old-timey bar of choice. John's fist clenches on the table, and the man glares at him through steely, narrowed eyes.
If Graves could have recorded the look on their faces as realisation hit, he would have. The change in Nikolai's posture, from comfortably slouched in his chair to a straight back and shoulders. John's eyes widening, the flare of his nostrils as he takes in the change in his scent and the implications of it.
"Well, fellas, I think we have some talking to do."
I need money for a hotel room tonight. Call me manipulative, I'm not okay right now and every second I'm sleeping I'm building a logical case for ending my life. I need to make sure I sleep every night.
Room is going to be $200 with $50 deposit included in that. If I had an extra $100 I'd get supplies.
Venmo- Kate-Havekost
Paypal- [email protected]
Venmo doesn't take fees, but either works. Artwork prices are very negotiable because of my ongoing unhoused crisis.
I'm menstruating right now. Like most women on the spectrum, I have PMDD, which increases suicidal thoughts. So does bleeding through everything and not having a room means not having a bathroom. If i need to pee at 1am I have nowhere to go. I can't change my bloody clothes because I'm out in the open. Then the blood drys. It hurts. And what I took Sunday night is making me a blood geyser.
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Inspired by a tweet from @your-average-joke , wherein they have some sexy fun on the beach.
(Still cross posting older stuff from AO3.)
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“You don’t need to go into the water if you don’t want to, Kim,” Harry hemmed, glancing up from where he was sprawled on the towel. If there was a slight blush across his cheeks, he could blame it on the fact that he had just finished putting up the umbrella. Yes, that was it. Just a bit overheated from the warmth of the day and the exertion from walking across the sand.
No, it was most certainly not related to how Kim’s swimming trunks hung on his hips; and definitely not related to how this was a mostly private afternoon off at a private beach for them and several other off duty coworkers from the precinct. Add to that the fact that he and Kim had taken a spot slightly away from the rest of the coworkers, and well….Harry found that his fingers ran along his throat like he was trying to loosen a too tight collar, even though he had taken off the shirt to wear just the tighter swim trunks he had on.
Harry heard a quiet “Khm” from Kim as he took off his shirt while looking at the water. He reached back and took out his Regency era romance novel to continue where he had left off. Splashing alerted Harry to Kim entering the water; he could have sworn he heard a quick inhale from Kim at the coldness of it. Harry was mostly invested in his book; he was at the point where the heroine was sneaking off to visit the stables and a certain stable boy. He glanced up just as he was about to turn the page. His cheeks flushed as he looked at the man walking towards him.
Kim had just gotten out of the water, so there were still some little rivulets of water running down his lithe form. As Kim got closer, Harry suddenly had to swallow around a lump in his throat. His right hand, holding the book, dropped to his side as Kim slowly knelt down and threw a leg over his waist. Harry’s breathing hitched a bit as Kim wiggled his hips slightly to slot them just so against Harry’s.
“Such warmth,” Kim murmured, goose pimples still showing across his skin from the colder water. Kim’s hand hovered slowly up Harry’s torso, and as his fingertips rested gently on Harry’s chest, Harry slowly brought his right leg up. Kim shifted with him, rolling his groin into Harry’s as his right hand landed on the sand next to Harry’s shoulder. Harry took a slow look down towards where they connected; Kim had begun a slight frotting motion against his leg.
Feeling a gentle brush of fingers against his chin, Harry looked back up and felt heat enter his cheeks at the closeness of Kim. Kim bent closer, running his nose along Harry’s.
“Lieutenant,” Kim whispered before closing the gap to press a gentle kiss against Harry’s upper lip. Harry planted his right foot in the sand, allowing for Kim to lie more fully down on him and get more traction on his gentle, firm frotting. Harry’s book lay, momentarily forgotten, the heroine stuck between the pages and out of mind in favor of more…pressing matters.
“Kim, oh my..” Harry’s voice trailed off as Kim lifted long enough to hook his swimming trunks under his balls before continuing to frot along his hairy thick thigh. Harry traced the backs of his fingers along Kim’s jaw, his other hand helping support him as Kim let out small gasps and whines of pleasure. Harry occasionally drank up some of them with gently soft, intimate kisses, helping bring Kim to a softer shuddering release.
“Allow me, Harry,” Kim said, using one of the napkins from the lunch portion of the basket to clean up his leg. Harry shuddered lightly at the feel of Kim’s slim fingers on his leg, wiping off what was left and then…
“Oh!” Harry exclaimed, his eyes going wider as he felt Kim’s fingers curl around his stiffened cock to squeeze.
“Khm,” Kim hummed, fingers caressing the blazing cock beneath his fingers. “I must have you, Harry.” His fingers made quick work of Harry’s swimming trunks, tucking them - like his had been - under Harry’s balls. Propped up on his elbows, Harry’s head fell back with a gasp when he felt Kim’s lips touch his cock gently, so gently. The gentleness made it so intense for him. Lifting his head, Harry watched through lidded eyes as Kim kissed up his cock and then…
“Ah!” The muffled exclamation came out when Kim’s lips went around Harry’s cock and began to suckle. Harry shoved a couple of knuckles in his mouth to stifle his moans and gasps as Kim’s tongue swirled, and head bobbed. Harry’s heel dug into the sand at a particularly good suck, and nearly came at that. It wasn’t until he felt Kim’s tongue swirl around the head of his cock and run across his slit that Harry felt his balls tighten.
“Kim, I’m going - oh!” was all that he was able to get out before he was climaxing, Kim taking all of him down. Kim slowly drew off of him and rearranged both of their swim trunks to be presentable once more. Kim moved the romance novel onto one of the bags and snuggled into Harry’s side. Harry draped one of the larger beach towels over their lower halves. They spent a good time being drowsy and sated, enjoying each other’s company while away from coworkers.
The aftermath of the Hanged Man Case was tough for everyone. However, Kim kept noting little ticks and tells that Harry was leaning towards hanging on by a thread. He had made good strides towards becoming and staying sober.
Yet.
No man is infallible, and most definitely not an island.
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Inspired by this tweet: https://twitter.com/pilottofive/status/1539712725152153601?s=20&t=dGubCoVkkINqEusvv6jSUg
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The aftermath of the Hanged Man Case was tough for everyone. However, Kim kept noting little ticks and tells that Harry was leaning towards hanging on by a thread. He had made good strides towards becoming and staying sober.
Yet.
No man is infallible, and most definitely not an island.
The clench of Harry’s jaw, just too tight; the twitching of his hands while at rest, even while standing next to Kim; his darting eyes, taking in everything and yet nothing. Kim quickly came to a decision, especially since it was their usual night to cook dinner and remain closer to each other.
“Khm,” Kim said, just before putting a hand on Harry’s bicep. Kim had learned to give Harry some sort of background warning before touching him. The bicep under his gloved hand started, then quivered into relaxation. Kim inclined his head towards the Kineema, before walking towards it. After a few moments, Kim felt Harry’s presence behind him. They climbed into it and sat for a few moments.
“The usual tonight, Harrier?” Kim asked, his voice even quieter than usual. Harry sniffed, his eyes slightly watering as he nodded. Kim started the vehicle and drove to his apartment building. The Kineema parked in its usual spot, Kim walked the two blocks to the outdoor market. Harry had become his usual protective shadow and was walking closer than usual, reusable bags hooked over one arm.
The walk back to his building with the groceries was quieter than usual. Harry was keeping his mumblings quieter than usual. Kim thought, perhaps, that either the Inner Voices Harry always spoke of were louder or quieter than normal. Once in his apartment, Kim began the process of making dinner, allowing (for once) Harry to be more underfoot without saying anything about it.
Once dinner was cooked and eaten, and the dishes washed and on the drying rack, Kim got Harry’s attention once more.
“Come, Harry,” Kim said gently, leading the way into the living room area. Kim shrugged out of his bomber jacket and gloves to sit on the couch. He snagged a couple of pillows and arranged them so he could lean against the couch arm. Kim patted the cushion area in between his legs.
“Come and relax, Harry,” he said, voice a firm yet gentle command. Harry sniffed louder this time, and after removing his own jacket and tie slowly arranged himself to lay face down in between Kim’s legs. His head lay on Kim’s chest, arms around Kim’s waist. Kim began to run his fingers through his hair; firm gentle strokes along his scalp to start relaxing him.
“That’s it. Relax for me,” Kim hummed, moving his fingers to the back of Harry’s neck. He kneaded a little harder to relax the tenseness they found there. Kim felt a few tears soaking into his shirt, and he smiled. As his fingers massaged into Harry’s shoulders, he bent his head a short distance to tenderly press a kiss onto Harry’s head.
“Such a good job, detective,” Kim said, allowing the praise and pleasure to color his voice. They spent the next few hours like that; wrapped up in each other’s presence, their happiness and relaxation creating a wonderful feedback loop for both of them. Eventually, Harry propped up his head to look up at Kim.
“Th-thank you, Kim,” he said, his smile watery but genuine. “Can we go to sleep now?” Kim nodded, and they completed their pre-sleep routines before sliding under the slim comforter. Just before Harry fell asleep, he felt Kim lean over to press one last kiss to his forehead before sleep claimed them both.
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