time cast a spell on you

2:36 am

The red numbers on the clock reminding you that it’s too late for you to be up. You were no stranger to these late nights, in fact, you can’t remember when you weren’t up at this hour.

You sigh and look over at the peacefully sleeping man next to you. It had been way too long since Bucky had slept through the night without waking up sometime throughout.

Slowly, you move the comforter to the side and slip out of bed as to not wake Bucky. You pad through the compound and find it quiet, the rest of the Avengers, either out or sleeping. You find yourself where you regularly find yourself on such sleepless nights: the kitchen. Pulling out a mug from the cabinet, you begin to make yourself a warm drink in hopes of getting yourself at least a little tired before morning.

You’ve been with Bucky for a couple of months now, and he’s yet to see one of your episodes. Usually, he’d be away on a mission or have a rough night where you’d comfort him. Sometimes you wouldn’t even be in the same room, so while Bucky would be having a good night’s sleep, you’d be tossing and turning.

“Another rough night, Y/N/N?” You hear behind you. You turn to find a messy haired Natasha standing in the doorway. You gave her a small smile and sighed.

“You know it,” You groan as you run a hand over your face.

“What’s got you up at such hour? or rather who?” Giving her a mischievous smile, this causes Natasha to give a small laugh and shake her head.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” She smirks as she saunters towards the cabinet. She grabs a cup and walks over to the fridge and fills the cup with water.

You continue a small conversation with the redhead as you finish preparing your drink. You bid her good night and head over to the living room.

Grabbing a nearby blanket, you situate yourself on the couch. You grab your drink and take a small sip as you turn on the tv, making sure to set it at a low volume.

Soon, you turn it off and set the empty mug on the nearby coffee table. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, but not enough to pull you into the deep sleep you’ve been desperately needing. You pull the blanket over your shoulder and get yourself comfortable.

Bucky turns to your side of the bed and throws an arm over in an attempt to hold you. He’s met with a cold, empty spot and that causes him to be more alert. He looks around and finds you no longer in the room. He waits for a moment, thinking you had gotten up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water.

Minutes pass, and with each second, he begins to get nervous, you’ve never been the type to just get up and leave, not without telling him. So he gets out of bed and begins his search for you.

He heads over to the kitchen and finds Natasha, now sitting at the table with Steve, who is sitting across from her, conversing quietly. He greets them both before leaving after seeing you weren’t there. He goes over to the living room, where he sees you, laying on the couch, immersed in whatever 90’s sitcom is being shown.

Bucky sighs as he sees you, wrapped up in a blanket, clearly not have gotten any sleep. He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the couch. You move your legs in order to make some space for him.

“Oh doll,” he runs a hand over your head, you give him a hum of acknowledgment. You sit up and place your head on his shoulder and sigh. Bucky places a kiss on your forehead and he goes to turn off the tv.

“How long?” He asks after a beat of silence.

“A while.” You whisper causing him to sigh. For a moment, you both stay as you are before Bucky gets up and tells you to follow him. You get up with the blanket still wrapped around you and tread behind him.

It’s not long before you find yourselves on the roof of the compound. It’s a clear night, and below the never ending bustle of the city. Bucky motions for you to sit down and you do, you grab the blanket and throw over some of it over his shoulders.

“When I first got to the compound, I had many sleepless nights, and one night I got up and found Steve in the kitchen. He somehow knew that I hadn’t been sleeping so he took me up here. Says that this is where he comes when he can’t sleep. Whenever you’re away, I come up here and stare out at the city, it’s quite peaceful.” You look over at him and see a small grin on his face. God, this man has found a way to make you fall in love all over again, it never ceases to amaze you.

You place your head on his shoulder and he places his head on yours. You look out at the city, buildings high and low occupied by fast living people. Cars with passengers with many different stories. Many of which you will never see again. The two of you stay like that for a while. Bucky’s warmth and the city out in front of you slowly lull you into a state of serenity. Bucky notices your breathing even out and waits a few minutes before carrying you back to his room. He places you on his bed and as he goes to join you, he smiles and places a kiss on your head and whispers,

it’s the noise — and bodies bumping into you, that keeps you on edge. you’re not a fan, preferring a quiet evening curled up with a book, not shouting over music and raising your glass to toast the inventor.

a shudder rolled down your spine, the oxygen tight in your throat as claustrophobia set in. your eyes desperately scanned the room for someone, anyone, to recognize your distress, but you felt as if you were drowning, unseen in the crowd.

tears started to well against your waterline, your body ignoring the internal pleads not to cry in front of everyone. of course nobody was paying attention, and you could’ve blamed it on something in your eye, but helplessness pushed you to tears.

you shouldered through the people, trying to get out, away from the noise, anywhere but there. the beat of the music twisted your stomach, hands trembling as you forced open the doors that led onto one of the huge glass verandas.

cold air swept you up, surrounding you in relief as the noise dulled, the balcony door closing behind you. city lights of New York glittered in your eyes, dancing beneath you like a million tiny stars.

“are you alright, love?” loki’s calm voice startled you, the man previously unnoticed in the dark.

“just anxious,” you confessed, inhaling the cold.

“there is way too much noise in there. too many people,” he hummed, affirming your own distaste for the event.

“how long have you been hiding out here?” you questioned, smiling as he moved to lean against the railing beside you.

“since they started drinking.”

“sorry I crashed your private party,” you apologized, leaning off the railing, preparing yourself to return to the madness.

“you’ve done nothing of the sort,” loki’s delicate fingers twisted around your wrist, pulling you back into him before you could go inside.

he beamed at the small sound of your shy giggle, his arms closing around your waist as your fingers twisted into the dark hair at the nape of his neck.

“dance with me?”

you rested your head against his chest, breathing in the smell of peppermint and pine, letting him gently guide your movements to sway. his heart beat beneath your cheek, steady and strong, bringing your anxiety down, along with his thumbs gently rubbing the small of your back.

you’d barely seen hassan all week, the interruption to your active sex life making you agitated. you were a pent-up ball of sexual frustration, so much so that the night before you’d told your husband that you’d be happy if he fucked you over the table while he went about his routine. you didn’t care, you were simply desperate. with the storm, the new monsignor in town, and beverly terrorizing the island, hassan had been rather neglectful of your needs, coming home late at night and practically passing out as soon as he sat down.

you were stirring the pot of soup when the sound of the front door alerted you of your husband's arrival, his heavy footsteps in the foyer. you called out a greeting, but didn't move away from your task, assuming that like always, he would be right back out the door or straight into the shower before crashing for the night.

you never blamed him, he was a good sheriff, something important in the unsettling island where evil was often lurking.

"hassan!" you gasped, nearly dropping your spoon as his hands suddenly found your waist, muscular body towering over yours.

"make sure it doesn't burn, doll," he murmured, fingers wrestling open the button on your jeans.

hassan yanked down your waistband, baring you in the kitchen, in front of the window, where any of the local parish could walk by and see if they were being particularly nosy. he didn't care, hassan was drunk on the need to be inside of you, heavy and aching with arousal.

"what are you doing?"

"you said you were so desperate to be fucked I didn't need to ask. knock it off with the attitude and bend over for me," he answered firmly, holding your jaw in his hand, waiting for you to obey.

you leaned forward, resting your elbow on the counter as he kicked your feet apart, salivating as your wet sex came into view. a gasp escaped your lips as your hips were knocked forward against the edge of the counter, hassan never having any restraint on his force, nearly knocking your pot over.

you were so suddenly full and despite knowing that he had told you to keep cooking, you blindly shut off the stove as your vision tunneled, your husband making you cockdrunk in seconds.

"can't listen, can ya?" he slapped your ass, the loud crack rattling through the kitchen and the sting spreading through your skin.

"you... said not to burn it," you answered through clenched teeth, being dangerously snide with him.

he fucked into you hard, his fingers dropping off of your clit, taking away the extra pleasure he had awarded you. hassan tugged your hair back, connecting your lips in a fiery kiss as your back pressed to his chest.

"been missing your smart little attitude," his voice was deep, but his tone loving beneath.

they knew what you meant of course, always so attuned to your needs. each of the boys had noticed the way your tone had a whiny lilt to it recently, and the doe-eyed gaze and soft compliance to their instruction.

here you were, late on a Friday evening, knelt between remus’ legs as he gently stroked his fingers over your hair, your cheek pressed to his inner thigh. the fire was warm in the hearth, glowing softly over the four of you. James and Sirius watched you intently, already feeling you fading the moment you’d nested at Remus’ feet.

“bunny?” james affectionately called to you, smiling as your eyes opened just enough to gaze at him beneath your lashes.

Remus gently pushed you toward james, watching as james hauled you onto his lap, kissing you heavily. it was filthy, all tongue and slow and sensual, his hand cupping your panties as he did so.

James hardened at your soft sighs, smirking when your hips rolled against his hand, searching for more friction.

“what’s the rule?” remus’ stern voice broke through the clouds in your head.

“service you first, ‘ve got to earn it,” you answered obediently, lips forming a pout as james adjusted to stand in front of your kneeling figure.

“take his cock like a good girl,” Sirius encouraged, draped lazily over remus as the two of them watched the lewd sight.

james freed himself from the loose Gryffindor sweatpants, waiting as you opened your mouth, letting him in as his fingers tangled through your hair. you were trying to be good, sucking him off as best you could in your faltering mindset. gags had tears rolling down your cheeks, turning James on further as he continued to fuck deeper into your throat. you barely registered his firm encouragement to relax, your nails digging into his creamy thighs as you struggled for oxygen.

“no, gentle.” James chastised, his palm lightly slapping your cheek, not really enough to hurt, but enough to startle you into behaving.

you dropped your hands from clawing at his legs, letting him finish in your mouth, petting your stinging cheek as you fought to swallow his load.

“good girl,” James’ praise soothed your submission, dropping you even deeper into your space.

you didn’t move, knelt before james, waiting patiently to be guided, the three finding endearing and sweet.

Remus helped you up, carefully undressing you out of his jumper — and the now soaked — panties that hugged your hips.

“sweet thing, did you get turned on?” he hummed, lightly brushing his finger through your folds, feeling how wet you’d gotten just from sucking off james.

you shuddered, overly sensitive for the lack of attention you’d received, leaning into Remus, wanting to bury yourself in his safety.

“have to get you off—“ you protested when he tried to push you onto the bed, remembering the rule that you came last, and only if you behaved.

truly, in your state, Remus wasn’t sure how much more you could take, full sunk into subspace and focused only on pleasing them. he let you, watching carefully, searching for any signs you were nearing your limit, even as your hands wrapped around him, stroking firmly in a way that left his hips stuttering.

“f-fuck,” he swore as you squeezed his balls, licking the precum off his head.

the exclamation made you hesitate before Sirius assured you weren’t in trouble, encouraging you to keep helping Remus, softly praising you for doing a good job.

you preened under their approval, whining when Remus pulled away, coming into his hand instead of on your face. he knew that had you been a little more with it, you’d detest him painting your chin and neck with his release, often a punishment for poor behavior. he had no intention of letting you experience any discomfort in your state, aside from James’ light discipline.

“shush, you’re not in trouble,” Remus smeared a kiss over your forehead, pushing you down onto your back.

“padfoot?” your little voice finally questioned, searching for Sirius, wanting your dom that had the softest spot for you.

“hi bunny, you’ve been so good, such a good girl,” he praised, climbing over you and settling his hips between your legs so he could kiss you.

nothing else mattered for a moment, other than his lips on yours, your fingers lightly pushing into his hair. he was hard, rubbing against your core, dry-fucking you lazily as he invaded your senses.

“no, I’m going to taste you,” Sirius stopped as your knee hooked over his hip, trying to angle him to fuck you.

“I haven’t-”

“relax,” he firmly kissed you once more before climbing down, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed and kneeling between your thighs.

your knee draped over his shoulder, your back arching off the bed as soon as his tongue delved inside if you. Remus and James watched as you writhed beneath Sirius, crying out in ecstasy, your mind fully gone as orgasms exploded through you.

Sirius kissed the inside of your thigh, laughing gently as you trembled around him. your eyes rolled back as he pinned your knees to your shoulders, fucking you deep and slow. you clung to Sirius, your face buried in his neck, warm skin muffling your moans.

“Babe?” You called out, flipping on the hall light and listening for him.

He didn’t answer, and you were totally unaware of his presence until you were undressing, preparing for a shower.

A small scream burst from your lips when your hand was suddenly stuck to the wall by a thick, white substance. Peter had startled you, and before you could lecture him, your mouth was gagged shut with his webs, your other hand stuck to the wall.

“Look at you,” he smirked, walking up and trailing fingers up the curves of your body, bared naked to him and helplessly bound to the wall.

You squirmed away from his touch, your eyes wide and chest heaving as he sank down to his knees, grabbing your waist and pressing wet, hot kisses along your hip.

“So sensitive, darling,” he teased, biting lightly at the mound between your hips, earning a muffled shriek behind the gag.

He was towering over you again in an instant, wrapping a scarf around your eyes, taking away your ability to see him coming. Every touch was heightened, startling you with the intensity. You wanted to cry for him, to tell him that you wanted to see his brown eyes when he fucked you, but your words were caught behind the gag, left to the mercy of him lifting your knee.

Peter shoved into you all at once, knocking your chest against the wall, fucking you standing. He kissed along your shoulder, biting when he came to your throat, your cunt spasming around his cock when he did so.

His thrusts were brutal, hips knocking against yours and entirely left to his mercy, your heart racing every time his hands and mouth disappeared, only to ignite somewhere new.

Despite the gag, Peter did hear the muffled scream as you came, his fingers rubbing hard against your clit and your cunt full of him. Peter fucked you through it, ignoring your frightened squeals as he chased his own orgasm, smirking at your muscles straining in an attempt to free yourself from him.

You hated how long he could last when he was trying to torture you. While this was better than choking on him when he was drawing it out, your insides felt raw, your entrance aching from being forcefully stretched.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, desperate for support as your legs went numb, his cum leaking down your thighs.

He removed the blindfold first, gently kissing the corners of your eyes as he pulled off the gag, going to free your hands next. His body supported your weight, strong arms keeping you from collapsing at his feet.

“You scared me!” You accused between kisses, your cheeks hot as you looked at the mess the two of you left behind.

“so, this rumor I hear about you getting yourself off while I’m gone on missions isn’t true?” Loki questioned, already having seen Jarvis’ footage of your indiscretions while the avengers were out saving the world.

he smirked when you froze against him, realizing your misbehavior had been caught. loki’s laugh made you shudder, his slender hand squeezing your throat, just lightly, enough to remind you of his unwavering authority.

“we’ve got a meeting. be polite to the others and for gods sakes, behave, little minx,” Loki commanded, releasing you before leading you into one of the many conference rooms in stark tower.

you greeted the others who said hello to you, taking a seat beside Loki, anxiety buzzing all the way to your fingertips as you were forced to sit in dread of your fate. he wasn’t one to let anything slide, and by the way his hands flexed as he crossed his arms, you knew he was displeased with you, and itching to do something about it.

you hated sitting still during the meeting, having to pretend to pay attention to Stark as he rambled on about nothing that seemed important when you were awaiting what was looking to be a very painful evening.

the meeting dragged on, making your dread that much more miserable, to the point you were squirming beside loki until he placed a warning hand on your thigh.

"settle down," he whispered, affectionately squeezing your leg before returning his focus back to the meeting.

by the time you were sulking back to your suite, Loki practically pushed you inside with a hand on your back.

"tell me darling, are you sorry at all for breaking the rules?"

"very sorry, i won't ever do it again," you swore, trying to pull loki into a kiss, despite both of you knowing that you were lying through your teeth.

"you're quite the brat," loki mused, squeezing your throat, pinning your frame to the wall with his, keeping you right on the edge of his golden stars dancing in your vision.

his knee was pushed between your thighs, his other hand making you come on his fingers as he restricted the oxygen from your lungs, letting you feel lightheaded, held up only by his strong grip on you.

"too much," you whined weakly, squirming against his hand as he fingered you past the point of orgasm, until the sensitivity grew painful and you were begging him to stop.

"oh come on, i thought you wanted to get off so bad?"

"i'm sorry, i swear," you pleaded, desperately wanting your punishment to be over, forgetting his earlier promise as he dragged you over his knee.

with a snap of his fingers, your wrists were bound in front of you, your clothes magically vanished with Loki's magic. a pathetic whimper escaped your lips when a leather flogger came down against your thighs, the sting leaving you jolting forward. he knew you hated it, so different from the way he spanked you during foreplay, with his palm before dipping between your thighs to help along your excitement.

this hurt. this was loki being mean. tiny licks of pain bit across your soft skin as he swat you harder, welts quickly raising to the surface. despite knowing loki rewarded you for not crying, tears spilled down your cheeks as he struck you with a force harder than before.

begging wouldn't help you, so you resigned yourself to burying your face in his silk-clothed thigh to muffle your cries as your ass stung like fire.

“Loki, I’ve had enough, please,” your nails dug into his ankle, wincing every time his paddle — which was worse on top of the pain — burned your skin.

he hushed you, gentle fingertips tracing over the welts and bruises, admiring his work as you collected yourself, trying to squirm onto his lap, whining for him to hold you.