bree

“hey, bunny, have you-“ matt stopped mid sentence as he heard the hastening of her heart when he reached the center of the living room. though he couldn’t see her expression, he mimicked the confused one she held. concern bubbled in his stomach as his mind clamored through happenings of the last 24 hours, searching for the cause of her sudden — what he thought was — anxiety

“y/n? something happen?”

“what did you just call me?” she asked, matt perceiving her tone as anger.

“y/n?”

“no, matthew, the pet name.”

“oh,” he had to think for a moment. ”bunny?”

he hadn’t even realized he called her that, he had been thinking about the name recently and decided it fit his girlfriend perfectly. apparently his subconscious had taken the liberty of introducing the name to her for him.

“do you not like it?” he asked, worried he had hit a nerve, knowing she had had some rocky relationships in the past and maybe one of them called her that.

“do it again.”

her words took him by surprise, but he would never dare disobey her. he side stepped the the counter as he approached her, realizing why her heart had reacted to him the second he got within ten feet of her as he crossed the threshold into the kitchen. he rested a finger under her chin, gently tilting her head up, his lips centimeters from hers.

“jesus bunny, did i really get you hot n bothered that easily?” he teased with a dry chuckle, barely above a whisper. “i can smell you from up here, pretty girl.”

she melted at his words, grabbing the back of his neck harshly and smashing their lips together into a heated make out rather than answering his question.

she stood from her place on the barstool, pushing matt up against the edge of the island, carefully enough to not re-injure some strange cut or bruise he had that she was unaware of. she pulled away from the kiss despite not wanting to, standing on her tip toes to see the microwave over his shoulder.

11:03

“what time do you have to leave?” she asked, her tone urgent.

“uh…11:20, ideally.” he responded, trying to figure out what that pretty head of hers was plotting. “it’s a 30 minute train ride and i have-“ she didn’t let him finish, he tended to get ramble-y, which she loved of course but she had something to do right now.

“can you cum in 17 minutes?” she whispered against his neck, taking a handful of his hair. matt let out a hiss at the feeling, enjoying it a little to much. he hesitated in his response for a moment;

“less if it’s in your mouth.”

“perfect.”

————

i’m disgusted with myself ☺️

“Dude.”

“What?”

“Dude.”

“What, man?” Chris glares up from his ammunition bag. “You’re making me lose count of my shit!”

“Why is Y/n L/n sitting right there?” Adrian whispers, subtly pointing at your back.

You type away on your laptop across from Economos in the dusty little video store that serves as the team’s base. You don’t know exactly why you’re here, but your history of discretion seems to appeal to the man in charge- Mr. Murn. It’s enough to get you hired onto this temporary team. The pay isn’t stellar, but you’re happy for something more interesting to do than your usual gig- catching partners cheating over social media.

Chris glances over his shoulder at you. “L/n? I don’t know. Doing computer shit.”

“I thought Economos was the computer guy!”

Chris zips up the canvas bag with a little extra force. “They wanted someone more familiar with Evergreen to narrow down all the GPS shit, okay? I told them L/n was a good hacker. Now L/n’s here. …The fuck are you doing?”

Adrian is hidden away behind a narrow beam that does little to conceal his body, his limbs twisting more and more around it, as if climbing it will better shield him from view. He lets go and grabs Chris by his uniform sleeve, quickly dragging him to the bathroom and shutting the door.

Christopher slaps him away, but the small space is barely enough room for either of them.

Adrian exhales nervously. He almost doesn’t want to get the truth off his chest, but he just knew Chris would give him the hero counseling he needed right now.

“Look, I’m gonna be honest, because I don’t want to compromise this very important mission. I might possibly used to have a small crush on Y/n in high school.”

Chris stares down at the younger man and waits for more. “Okay? So?”

“So? That’s the definition of compromised! I don’t know what will happen to my moral compass if she’s on the same team as me!”

Chris considers how satisfying it would feel to dunk Adrian’s mop of dark hair into the toilet beside them, like the good old days. Instead, he crosses his arms and sighs tiredly. If he doesn’t humor him now, he’ll never hear the end of it.

“This crush. Still got it?”

Adrian reddens, adjusting his glasses. “I- no. That would be- really sad!” He laughs. Chris arches a skeptical brow as he continues on, his tone mocking himself. “Harboring a crush for ten years? When I’ve talked to Y/n, what, a handful of times in our lives? Ha!”

“...Alright. Just… focus on killing whoever we gotta kill today, dude.”

Adrian brightens at the mention of justice and slaughter. He nods and pats Chris on the bicep, who slapped him away again petulantly.

“I knew you’d tell me what I needed to hear. That’s what best friends are for!”

+

You scream with frustration as your laptop flies from your hands and lands onto the floor in pieces.

Grabbing a fire extinguisher off the wall, you swing it around with all your weight and crack whoever is behind you over the head with it. The warehouse employee collapses to the floor, their skull and brain matter entirely exposed. When another one of those things peeks out, you scream again and stomp your foot down into all the viscera, killing the insect.

At least you assume they’re insects. No one is telling you a goddamn thing.

It wasn’t enough that the warehouse had some form of technological cloaking you’ve never once seen in your life before. Harcourt had ordered you to come inside and try to decrypt it where the signal was stronger- clearly uncaring about whether you were capable of defending yourself or not. One of the other members on the team- Vigilante- had volunteered to escort you, but Adebayo insisted splitting teams up via rochambeau was the only fair choice.

Speaking of the masked man, your head snaps up at the call of your name. You’re met with a splatter of blood to the face.

Another employee falls to their knees in front of you, a bullet from Vigilante's gun still smoking in their skull.

“Heads up again!” He warns.

Before you can respond he’s leaping in front of you into a mass of bodies, all clambering for both of you. Time seems to slow as Vigilante whips out a blade and begins cutting dozens of people limb from limb, their blood painting every surface. His movements are sure. Confident. Relentless. You stare in awe until Vigilante finally finishes the last one off.

Adrian wipes his visor with a wet squeak. He chuckles as he turns to you.

“That got a little messy.”

“I…” You can’t help but stare at how his suit- white, black and blue just moments ago- was now soaked with deep red. “What… what are you doing after this?”

A pause.

“Huh?”

“If we don’t die, what are you doing after this mission?” You repeat.

+

Adrian’s offense over Economos’ using the chainsaw evaporates as soon as you grab him by the collar of his suit and yank the bottom half of his cowl from his neck, exposing his mouth. You silence the man with a hungry kiss before he can protest- not that he wants to. His arms catch you as you wrap your thighs around his waist. You both clunk against the side of the team van loudly. Adrian’s head bounces off the surface, but it doesn’t deter him from returning your kiss with vigor.

“Gross.” Economos mutters as he passes.

You kiss Adrian breathless until he can’t help but roll his hips against your pelvis, his length thick and bulging, even through the layers of his uniform. You grind back, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. “Holy shit,” You pant. “I always knew you started working out- I just didn’t know it was for kicking ass.”

Adrian peppers kisses along your throat, a proud smile forming. “You knew I started working out?”

“Are you kidding? I stalk the shit out of your instagram.” You admit happily.

“I- wait.” Adrian stops rutting helplessly against you, much to your dismay. He feels for his mask, confirming that it’s still half on. “How did you...?”

You flush. “I might just be stalking you period. Your Vigilante stuff and you, I mean.”

“Since when?!”

You giggle shyly, canting your hips. It earns you a groan. “Since the twelfth grade?”

“Oh,” Adrian can’t form much of a thought after that when you continue grinding against him in earnest.

Your lips find his again, tongue pushing into his mouth fervently. A deep sound catches in his throat when you reach down and grasp his length through his costume. He spins you around, slamming your back against the van this time.

“Are you two done fucking?” Chris calls from inside. “We’re leavin’ in two minutes.”

“Okay! Just– Just let me be compromised,” Adrian pleads. “T-Two minutes.”

You laugh, pressing your forehead against his. His flushed cheeks and smile are cuter up close than any selfie you’ve ever stolen from his phone.

Needless to say, you’d ended up right between the sheets and you honestly couldn’t remember falling asleep. But now, barely conscious, you did notice your fingers being moved and fiddled with. With a groan you limply pulled them away, rolling over to chase Tom’s body heat - which seemed to have disappeared. His presence hadn’t though, you could tell even with your eyes shut due to his little coo.

“Shh darling…. go back to sleep.” And with a mumbled incomprehensible response, you tried to - even if you personal heater appeared to be in hiding.

Yet then, barely 30 seconds later, the bed dipped weirdly again; Tom’s grasp lightly tugged at the arm you’d crossed over your body. Fighting against it, you snatched your arm away and groaned incoherently once again. Again you got a the most whispered and soft sounding reply from Tom. “Shhh Y/n/n…. come on, work with me here.” Clearly you were half asleep, not really paying any attention to to his words, so huffed - shifting again so you we lying half on your back, half on your side, your left hand lying on the pillow next to your head.

And yet again, barely a minute later, you were sure you heard him chuckle before the bed wobbled as he crawled up it. You could feel his shin brushing against your side as he once again went to grab your hand. And that- that was the last straw.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The sight you were greeted with was not one you expected. Tom kneeling next to you, with bed hair and all, looking like a deer caught in headlights - literally too, the flashlight from his phone illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. His eyes bugged out his head, while he frantically fumbled with his phone in an attempt to get the light off.

“Nonononono” Muttering as if you weren’t there, Tom obviously struggled to find the right button to shut it off - giving you amply opportunity to notice the other object in his lap.

A yellow tape measure?

Why the hell he was measuring you while you slept, completely unawares, was beyond you. The boy hand some explaining to do - primarily because… he interrupted your sleep.

“Tom what the fuck?”

“I’m so sorry I-I just….just go back to sleep love.” It was weird, how he seemed defeated? He looked upset, and was doing that thing where he nervously ran his fingers through his brown curls.

“Not until you tell me what the hell you’re doing.” Sticking firmly, you reached over to flick the bedside light on, just as he finally got the torch off. The warm golden light illuminated to whole room, allowing you to more clearly assess the situation. The brunette was sat so he were almost leaning over you, with the tape measure but also you now noticed a little notebook and pen sat to the side. His despairing look had you immediately forgiving the interruption to your night- everything, melting away to concern. “What’s going on T?”

“You um-you weren’t supposed to-fuck! I’m sorry love I just-“ Reacting to his embarrassed ramblings, you sat up properly to cup his his cheeks with both your hands.

“Hey take a breath yeah? Then tell me why you’re being all creepy and sizing me up for a coffin or something?” He laughed breathily at that, but it was a smile that didn’t meet his eyes.

“I wasn’t- I… can we just forget this happened?” He already started to get off the bed, wrapping the tape up in a very hurried manner. With a scowl you shook your head, leaping up to grab the yellow ribbon out his hands before he could fight back.

At that point it was too late for Tom. You saw the way the tape was labelled, not with cms or inches. Instead it was letters of the alphabet, starting at G and ending at Z. You would’ve been confused, except the fact you’d used this weird scale before, when you and your best friend got matching promise rings the other month.

Tom had been trying to measure your ring size.

You couldn’t help but let out a little ‘oh’ as it clicked - making Tom sigh heavily, still looking at you with worried and terrified eyes. It took a minute for you to face him, smiling weakly with a little gleam growing across your eyes.

“We should- we should uh, let’s go back to bed yeh?” Stammering through, you already almost forced the the tape back into his hands. Wordlessly he nodded jerkily and placed both the notebook, the tape and his phone on the bedside - as you flicked the lamp off.

Obviously, it was awkward as hell. Right now Tom knew you knew - he was less convinced though on how you reacted. Now he was doubting whether you wanted that- if you wanted to be his wife. The silence was defeneing, the bedsheets the only noise to interrupt as you both settled back onto the pillows. Tom left a bit on no-mans land in the middle, not wanting to push it.

Really there was no reason to not move and cuddle up to him, even slightly cruel. You knew Tom was worried that he’d fucked up massively. You could hear his breathing shake, as you both stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it was slightly horrible, but you couldn’t help but feel insanely blissfully happy. Tom was your future and it was good to know he was starting to get the ball rolling.

“I’m a size N” You whispered up to the ceiling “just for the record.” You both swivelled to look at each other simultaneously, your smirk completely overwhelmed by the smile of pure joy that grew on Tom’s face. Yes the room was dark and you could barely see, but that image might just be one that lives forever in your memory - as your absolute favourite.

“Just-just so we’re on the same page… um, thats your fourth finger? Left hand?”

Finally moving from the awkward position, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck, legs wrapping round his. You chose not to answer super specifically, because it seemed like he was asking more than just one question there. Just very broad and very open to interpretation answer.

“Yes and… and um yes too…just for the record”

~~ let me know what you thought <3 ~~

your professor helped you into the harness and guided you to stand between her legs as she sat down on the edge of her desk. “come closer, honey.”

you swallowed thickly as she tugged on your necklace. she reached between you with her free hand and aligned the strap-on secured around your hips with her glistening cunt.

“you’ve been driving me crazy all day, sweetheart.” natasha cooed as you eased the fake cock inside of her core. “i can take more, don’t worry. i’ll let you know if it’s too much for me to handle.”

you nodded, pushing the toy farther inside of her. she gasped when your strap finally bottomed out. one of her hands wrapped around her shoulder, squeezing gently as she encouraged you to continue.

you began to thrust into her pussy at a steady pace. natasha held your face in one of her hands, her eyes piercing into yours. “good girl, that’s it. keep going.”

she leaned up and placed soft kisses along your jaw, grinding back against the toy. “you’re doing so well.” tucking her head in the crook of your neck, she sunk her teeth into the sweet spot on your neck. you shivered as she used her tongue to soothe over the burn.

He nods - his smile deepening into something very smug. "Let me just do this, gorgeous. I want you to relax." He smooths his hands over your stomach - runs his knuckles over your cheek - offering you soft, soothing mouth sounds that make you uncurl and lie back down.

He moves his hand - spreading his fingers over your belly to hold you down into the mattress. His fingers begin to scissor - begin to fold and twist and nudge up against something soft inside you. He lowers his mouth - fastening his lips to your clit and sucks.

You jolt underneath him and he lifts his head - releasing your bundle of nerves with a wet pop. "Hold onto me - use me," he urges. "-and let me take care of your pretty, little cit."

Fucking Christ.

You do as he says - fisting your hands into his thick hair. He increases the pace of his fingers - the suction of his mouth - his broad hand splayed across your stomach - restraining you as he pins you to the mattress. He angles his fingers - increasing the intensity of his tongue and your climax burns holes through your limbs - sparks pleasure in your core as your weight bears down on his hungry, insistent mouth and you can't even speak. The walls of your cunt are spasming around his knuckles. You sputter - stammer - your voice locked into something near-howling as you fall off the damn cliff and gush against his tongue and fingers.

"That's it," he hums as he drinks from you. "Look at that - look how much you're giving me."

Your whole body quivers like a plucked string - your face overheating and burning from both shock and sensation. You - you never thought you could do that.

Din smiles up at you - pink tongue darting over his glossy lips.

“i don’t know why you keep trying to set us up.” you huffed, rolling your eyes as natalie plopped down in the empty space between you and wanda.

“oh come on, y/n. give her a chance, she’s just your type.” if you hadn’t met her mother that might’ve been true, but you had and we’re wrapped tight around her finger. of course, your friend didn’t know that since you and her mother had decided to keep your arrangement a secret. “i’m sure my mom thinks so too.”

wanda raised her eyebrows, clearly amused with the entire situation. your eyes looked everywhere but at her as she listened to her daughter rang about trying to find you a girlfriend.

“she’s cute, don’t you think, mom?” natalie asked, shoving her phone in her mother’s face. “her and y/n/n would make a good looking couple.”

“she’s alright.” wanda said, unimpressed with the picture. maybe that was a bit too harsh, but why should she give a shit about someone potentially trying to go out with what was rightfully hers. “but i guess they’d look okay together. what matters is if she can make her feel the way that-”

“i have to take this!” natalie exclaimed. “i’ll be back in a bit, hopefully this doesn’t take too long.” she sprang to her feet and rushed to her room to speak to whoever was on the other end of the call.

“over my fucking lap, now.” wanda didn’t leave any room for protest, so you bent yourself over her lap. she pulled your leggings and panties down your legs before beginning to rain down hard smacks on your ass. “why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”

“i did!” you yelped as her hand came down on your raw skin. “why does it matter?” wanda slapped your pussy. “i thought you wanted to keep this a secret.”

“you just had to say you were seeing someone.” wanda growled, grabbing your hair and pulling you off of her legs. she guided you to straddle on of her legs, taking hold of of your hips to lower you onto her thigh. “but instead you let her entertain the idea. you’re such a little whore.”

wanda pulled your shirt off over your head and threw it to the side. you cried out as she helped you grind your cunt along her skin.

“Nothing, I–”

“Bucky, stop it. What did you take?”

He sits up, shoulders slumping as he faces his consequences. “Just did a rail or two.”

“Of what?”

“Coke.” He shrugs. “S’not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is. Why would you do that?”

“I really don’t understand why you’re so mad.” He starts to raise his voice, and finally gets on his feet, looking down at you and crossing his arms while he speaks to you.

“Because, I–”

“You’re not my mother, you know.”

You worry for a moment about Steve and Sam. They’re surely sleeping, and with your escalating voices, you’re on the verge of ruining their sleep, if you haven’t already.

“I don’t have to be your mother to know that going to some party and sniffing blow that you got from some stranger is a stupid fucking thing to do.”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Wasn’t a stranger.”

“Oh, my apologies.” You reply sarcastically. “It’s fine, then, because you knew whose it was! That’s perfectly safe.” You feel heat creep up your neck, spreading to your cheeks and ears as you grow more upset.

“Maybe you should’ve tried some! You wouldn’t have such a huge stick up your ass right now!” Your jaw tightens, as if a physical restraint to prevent you from responding. You stay silent, grabbing a pillow and pulling the blanket from the bed, turning in the direction of the door. “What are you doing?”

“Couch. I don’t want to even look at you right now.” Hot tears threaten to escape your eyes, but you keep your composure.

He watches you walk with purpose down the hallway, and hears you shuffle as you set up your temporary bed. “You’re so over-dramatic.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You insist, and hope he’ll leave you alone until the morning. You just want to sleep.

“You’re such a fuckin’ bitch sometimes!” He spits, and your heart drops to your ass. He’s never called you anything like that before.

“Fuck you!”

Steve pokes his head out of his bedroom, hair messy and eyes half-lidded, to see Bucky half-naked and seething in front of him. “Hey, man, what’s going on?”

You breathe a sigh of relief, glad that Bucky will maybe start yelling at somebody else.

“I did a couple lines ‘n she’s freaking out.”

“Wait, you did what?”

“C–”

“No, I know what you’re talking about, I just...Why?”

“Jesus Christ, is everyone in this house a fuckin’ goody-two-shoes?”

Steve ignores the question. “Did you just call Y/N a bitch?”

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s being a bitch!” He shouts it because he wants you to hear it, and the tears finally fall down your cheeks. You bite the inside of your lip and maintain your silence, uninterested in returning the blow.

“I’m sure she’s just–”

“Why don’t you go back to sleep?”

“I can’t sleep when you’re yelling.”

“Well, this isn’t any of your business.”

“Just call it a night, Buck. You’re gonna have to climb out of this hole in the morning.”

Bucky shakes his head and disappears into his bedroom, slamming the door. Steve huffs tiredly and goes back to sleep.

You wake up to a plate of breakfast and a mug of hot coffee in your boyfriend’s outstretched hand. He sets them on the small table beside the couch while you sit up and stretch your arms.

“Morning.” He says timidly.

“Hey.” You grumble, unsure if you’re ready to accept whatever half-assed apology he’s about to give you. If there’s one thing Bucky is consistent about, it’s never admitting when he’s wrong.

“I’m really sorry.”

“I know you are.”

“I shouldn't've spoken to you like that.”

“You’re right.”

“I was being stupid. You were right.”

You nod, and take a pause before extending your arms to him, asking silently for him to come closer. You hug him tightly, kissing his head. “I was just worried.”

“I know you were.”

“Just be safe next time, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”