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Call me baby
pairing: bucky barnes x reader x natasha romanoff
warnings: sexual content, choking kink, threesome, explicit language, face slapping, (please be careful if you want to try this at home) and basically a bunch of other sexual stuff (MINORS DNI)
a/n: the title doesn’t really have anything to do with the story, it just popped into my head. i didn’t make natasha speak russian in this just because i feel like she hated being/speaking russian, so yeah. also so gay for tasha i love her, what i wouldn’t give to be in a relationship with her and bucky. please enjoy the story that is my tired brain spilled into text. <3
The first time you realized that you were into some interesting things was when you Bucky and Natasha were laying in your bed in your shared apartment one day watching movies. You were laying in between the two avengers on your stomach, propped up on your elbows.
Natasha had her head laid on your back and Bucky was propped up against the headboard by your feet, flesh hand on the back of your left thigh. In the movie the woman’s boyfriend cheated on her and she was confronting him about it.
She reared her hand back and slapped him across the face, and he smirked at her slowly turning his head to look at her form as she left the room. At the sound of the crack as her hand connected with his face, you couldn’t help but let out a moan that unfortunately, didn’t go unnoticed by your two lovers.
“Uh, y/n?” Bucky said as he sat up from the headboard “Was that a moan?” Natasha added as she too lifted her head to look at you with a smirk. Your face grew a bit hot as you realized that you had involuntarily moaned at the sight of a man being slapped.
“Do you” Bucky paused as a grin spread across his face “Do you have a slapping kink?” You groaned as you flopped on your face, covering your face with your hands “No? Maybe? Shut up guys” you said muffled as you felt the bed shift a bit
“Aw” Nat said from above you, you could feel her straddle you and then soft hands prying your own hands away from your face “Don’t be embarrassed baby, we’ve always known you like it rough” your face unamused as you sat up and playfully pushed the laughing redhead off of you.
“You do like to be choked babydoll, it’s not a surprise” Bucky agreed “You guys- ugh i can’t” you buried your face into a pillow as both of them laughed. You felt large hands grab your waist and turn you over, Bucky grabbed your chin as he looked at you. “It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart, we’re not here to judge you” he leaned down and gave you a kiss.
“He’s right y/n, and i’m sorry, i wasn’t making fun of you, i just think you’re cute when you’re embarrassed” she leaned down and kissed you in the cheek. “How rude” you said, natasha looked down at you eyebrows furrowed “what’s rude babe?” “You didn’t even kiss me on the lips” you batted your eyelashes at her and she rolled her eyes as she leaned down “you’re an idiot” she quipped and you hummed with a smile, pulling her down by the back of her neck.
The kiss quickly turned heated and you tugged her on top of you, rolling your body into hers. She spread your legs apart, settling her hips between them before trailing the kisses down your neck.
“Guess tashas got it handled huh baby?” Bucky teased you as you turned your head to look at him. You gasped as the woman bit down on the sensitive part of your neck “Want you too” you moaned and reached out for him. Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead before Natasha rolled the two of you over.
You broke the kiss with Natasha and Bucky’s metal hand came up to grip your throat pulling your face to his for a sloppy kiss. One of your hands came up to grip his wrist, moaning in his mouth as you continued to grind your crotch into Natashas.
“Fuck” she moaned as she saw Buckys hand wrap around your throat. Bucky pulled away smirking as you panted “you like that baby?” He looked down at her flushed face. The redhead grunted “love when she’s so submissive”
You whined as Natasha gripped your hips, turning you over so you two were on your sides facing each other. She ran a hand down your chest to your shorts, her fingertips just barely grazed your skin underneath the band of your shorts before she stopped.
She turned her head and smirked “you wanna watch buck?” The man let his eyes wander from his other girlfriend to your squirming form “please tasha, want you to touch me” you begged. Natashas attention turned back to you and she cooed “Tell Bucky that you want him to watch me touch you sweetheart, go on”
She slid her hand farther down your shorts, fingertips just above your clit “Want you to watch her make me cum james” you panted. “You’re so pretty when you beg, doll” he said just before natasha brought her hand down and began rubbing your clit, your moans echoing throughout the room as Bucky and Natasha spurred you on
“Such a good girl babydoll”
“Your pussy feels so good around my fingers honey”
“That’s it, tell us how good it feels y/n”
Natasha rubbed your clit faster as you began to withe beside her. “Gonna cum tash, please, please let me cum”
She had sat up by now, making your pleasure her top priority. She grabbed your chin roughly and forced you to look at Bucky, cock in hand, sweat dripping down his body as he watched Natasha work your pussy over.
“I want you to look at him when you cum, baby” she demanded. You felt your back arch off the bed as your orgasm washed over you and Bucky never broke eye contact with you. You could see his eyes darken as you came all over natashas hand, fighting to keep your eyes open as you watched him work his cock even faster.
Bucky threw his head back and groaned and you both could tell he was getting close by the way his cock twitched in his hand. You kissed Natasha leading her and yourself over to Bucky and you took his cock in your mouth. Bucky let out a loud “fuck!” At the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him.
Bucky raised his hand slightly and tapped your cheek a few times, and you nodded the best you could. “Are you sure?” He asked, still a little conflicted, you pulled yourself off of his shaft “I'm sure buck” and leaned up to kiss him before going back down.
The next thing you knew Bucky's flesh hand had come down across your cheek with a small crack! You moaned around his cock at the stinging feeling on your face, and your eyes fluttered close at the tingling following through your body.
You pulled off of Bucky's cock once again, pumping him a bit with your hand “harder” you said as you panted for air. Natasha groaned from behind you, watching as Bucky's hand came down a second time, this time hard enough to leave a glowing red mark “God you’re so fucking sexy sweetheart”
Soon you heard Bucky's groans get muffled and you saw that Natasha had pulled Bucky into a kiss, you felt yourself get wet all over again at the sight of your boyfriend and girlfriend kissing and you began to suck him a little faster. Buckys hand came down to wrap in your hair as he began to snap his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth.
You felt his cock twitch and he let out a low moan “fuck girls” he said before you felt his warm salty cum spill into your mouth. You swallowed around him and his hips sputtered, you pulled off of his cock and pulled Natasha down to your level “want a taste?” You asked before pulling her into a kiss, you felt some of Bucky's cum drip into her mouth and she moaned at the taste.
“Goddamn doll” Bucky groaned from above you and you smiled as you pulled away from her mouth to look up at him. Your attention turned back to Natasha, Buckys too. “It’s your turn honey” you said as you and Bucky pushed her back into the pillows. “I could get used to this” she smirked as she snuggled back, getting comfortable.
You shook your head at her and Bucky chuckled before kissing his way down her stomach. Her mouth turned into a beautiful ‘o’ shape as she felt Bucky's fingers run across her pussy. You leaned down to lay on your side beside her and started kissing her neck, hands running over her chest, gripping and tugging the hard nipples there.
“Damnit barnes” she groaned as Bucky teased her, pressing kisses just above her clit “what’s the matter doll? Can’t handle it?” He smirked. You hummed in amusement as you trailed down kisses to her chest, you figured Bucky tired himself out of teasing because a second later you could hear the sound of his tongue lapping at her pussy.
Natashas back arched as Bucky continued to lick and suck, her hand going around the back of your neck and pulling you down into a very sloppy kiss as she moaned into your mouth. “Feel good tasha?” You whispered against her lips “fuck yes!” She yelled out as Bucky quickened the pace. You cooed at her as you ran your hand down her body, Bucky tilting his head to give you some room.
You spit on yours fingers, getting them wet before easing them into her wet pussy, groaning at her clenching around your fingers. You could feel her cunt relax as you worked your fingers, pumping them in and out while Bucky sucked on her clit. “Oh god” she moaned, her hand flying down to grip Bucky’s hair as she rolled her hips into his face.
You and Bucky both could feel her start to get close as she started to whine underneath you two “you gonna cum on y/n’s fingers doll? Bucky panted, rubbing at her clit. “God yes, wanna cum, fucking hell” you worked your fingers faster “you’re so pretty when you’re all flushed baby” you said as you looked her body up and down, a thin layer of sweat covering her.
Bucky sucked her clit into his mouth and Natasha came undone, her back arched letting out a loud moan as she grabbed at the sheets while you and Bucky worked her through her orgasm. You could feel her cum gushing over your fingers as you continued to pump them in and out. “Oh god” she moaned as she gasped for air.
You pulled your fingers out and Bucky wiped his mouth. You held up your fingers to him “wanna taste?” You repeated what you said earlier, he smirked and grabbed your wrist popping them into his mouth. You watched with amused eyes as he sucked on your digits.
He pulled back and smiled “c’mere babydoll, I know you wanna taste too” Bucky pulled you in by the waist and pressed your lips together, his tongue swiping in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of your girlfriend on his tongue, pressing your hand to Bucky's cheek. “You two are insatiable” Natasha teased. You and Bucky pulled apart laughing and laid down on either side of her, pulling the sheets over you three.
“I can’t help that you taste so good babe” you nudged her cheek with your nose. “She’s got you there doll” Bucky laughed. “I hate you” she grumbled, you curled into her side as Bucky wrapped an arm around her “you love us” you retorted. She sighed.
“Unfortunately”
The Doplerganger Phenomenon (Halloween 2023) PART 1
Pairing: (Professor) Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader (College Student)
Warnings: Vague horror mentions, SFW. Words: 2911
Tropes: A doplergnager of someone you know...A string of unexplained deaths and on top of that things are going missing from your apartment.
A/N: 🤪 Inspired hugely from a childhood Japanese horror (?) Romance movie that ws titled Dooplergnager!! #no beta, no editing. My first MCU FIC. Sadly I can't find it on YouTube and I lost the CD, if anyone can find it-- the movie goes like this without any gore. An office girl (I think) lives alone at home, uses charcoal to draw on a canvas and is thinking of entering a museum's art contest... but is so indecisive, and suddenly the door bell rang, she goes to see who it is and sees its a blind guy who idk is asking if it's the right address or smth. She says no and he goes away. ... Boom from one floor beneath her apartment, at the same location as her door, another her appears... her dooplerganger-- who does what she was indecisive about, draws, enters the art contest, basically this whole movie is some detective supernatural thing where a detective discovers that some ppl jump off buildings after seeing their dooplergangers achieve better than them. Sooooo ;) this is not an original idea, just wanna honour this movie.
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Clap.
"Listen here. If nobody takes this Friday exam seriously, I'll have Mr. Laufeyson take over all my classes for the rest of the week." Lightheartedly said Thor, his wide voice overpowering the whole classroom, grinning in playful triumph, yet the threat was very real.
Groans and moans—some boos here and there—fill out the jam-packed classroom, ranging from zombie-tired to actual fear responses. My reaction lied delicately, balancing on the tightrope of both dread and hope, but my heart twisted in excitement.
Among the chorus of complaints, chatter, and chairs shrieking surrounding me, I took my sweet time filing and packing my things, which were not so neat. Class ended on a very motivational note. . . .
Professor Thor's brother was not one most students willingly paid a visit to after-hours, unlike the other teachers, and looking for him without a purpose in academic advice is as pointless as buying rope from a camel.
His striking slim features, like his most prominent and popular emerald gems for eyes and boney face, take a stand in attracting many to sign up for his courses. I so happened to be one of the lucky few who didn't check the profiles of the teachers and allowed that to influence my decision-making.
Beauty is always deceiving.
And it never fails to be so entertaining to watch from the back rows when another person rage-quits, abruptly leaves in the middle of his teaching, or slumps defeatedly in their seats each and every week. It never stopped Mr. Laufeyson from carrying on the lesson—not even when a wasp flew in by mistake and terrorised the class while he didn't bat an eye.
Until it went after him, he took immediate action, swatting it hard against the wall with a ruler.
He froze.
Holding that fatal position, he rotated his head towards me—I meant, the class obviously.
"Now, any questions? And if there are, you best make it good; otherwise, you'd like your future grade to fall from a height." He removes the ruler, revealing a flattened wasp slowly unsticking itself from the wall and plummeting down with a comically weak buzz.
Then silence.
"Just like that."
I held back from laughing, except for a tiny chuckle joining the other students'. Sucking in the bottom of my lip, I focused on the assignment on my laptop while keeping an active ear for any tidbits of information from him. I really liked his humorous side. But there was something else about him that I loved.
…RING.
There went the bell, and class was dismissed. Mr. Laufeyson, with a smooth ease, was the first to leave, and the others and I stalled to watch him before following suit in hushed giggles.
"—ho! Just now, that got me feeling some type of way."
Another girl low moaned, "I'm melting like an ice cream in the sun."
"I wish he used that ruler on me instead."
Mmhmm.
Mr Laufeyson's back disappeared after a sharp turn, he's never in the cafeteria during lunch breaks but in a way what a relief he won't ever see the dumb side of me. Not that he sees me as anything else except a student.
But it will change.
Thankfully graduation was right around the corner… By then I'll have a chance to ask him out properly. Maybe buy him some flowers? As a farewell appreciation gift.
. . .
"I heard you used my name again to scare the children," Loki piqued, hands studiously behind his back as he approached the sun-lit kitchen.
His brother, shining blonde tied-back hair, grins wolfishly after downing a beer can and tossing it in the trash, making it over to Loki.
"Relax, it's just a joke, brother!" Thor let out a boisterous laugh, smacking a large hand on Loki's shoulder and causing him to slightly flinch. "College kids need the motivation. A kick of adrenaline, am I right?"
"More work that is unnecessary doesn't sound very funny to me. I will not be babysitting your class again after last time, a word of warning."
"Oh come on now, you have a knack for torturing students to greatness— and I can supply you with as many peoplee as you wish. Just say the word!—"
Loki's unamusement showed in his thin smile and poise stance.
"—Don't think I've seen the way you've been holding yourself back from having fun these days." He winked, walking off with a whistle in the direction of his study.
Loki didn't think it was obvious but of course his brother noticed his recent shift in behavior, more avoidance. But like all things in life, it would soon pass. It has to. And it will.
The root of his avoidance would graduate soon enough next month. He'll just have to exercise more patience and wait it out.
. . .
Friday nights are always the best to rewind and treat myself to fast food on the couch. It's fun to pretend that there's 3 days in the weekend.
Time to imagine the handsome actor in the Notebook as Mr Laufeyson.
"Sorry, can't join you tonight girl. I got a 2nd date with Taro!" Juliet whooped excitedly, pumping a fist towards the ceiling as she one-handedly strapped on her glittery heels with urgency.
I waved weakly at her bursting enthusiasm, smiling hard and happy for her. "Goodluck—"
The door slammed in my face, faint clip-clops of her heels muffled away into the buzzing night, and the disappointment of my ruined plans reflecting off the smooth rogue-wood.
Welp and there goes movie-night with my bestie roommate… Now I've got the whole place to myself, wowie, nice. Time for some self-care.
Was what I thought before accidentally falling asleep in the middle of a firework love confession scene on the big screen, an empty bag of popcorn kernels laying at the foot of the couch I slouched on. As I finally snored myself awake, a series of insistent knuckle-punching came from the door, louder than the TV audio.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
That is so unlike the bubbly optimistic Juliet I know, she wouldn't be coming home until… I patted around me for my phone and checked the time.
9:00 PM.
Yep. It's far too early.
Instantly I sat up straight, unblinking, eyeing the front door with a tight clutch on my phone. No way is Juliet even close to retiring from her date, ever. No one is supposed to be here and not at this time.
BANG. BANG.
Step by cautious step, I neared the door and tiptoed to peer out of the peephole at what–or–who was causing the commotion. My phone at the ready to call the cops.
BANG.
A mop of slick black hair blocked the majority of my sight: as if this person was leaning forwards, face-first, into the door like he was either trying to hide his identity or didn't know how doors work. Since usually people wouldn't be standing so absurdly close against a door with knowing the possibility of it hitting them.
Or this is a drunk idiot who wondered off from one of the other houses. An uncommon occurence but happens.
BANG—
"Stop!" I shouted, my free hand taking hold of the doorknob firm and full of annoyance. Ready to give this possible-drunk a piece of my mind.
The person listened then a soft, almost feverent breathing came through the wood after hearing my voice. Are they drunk and sick? Not the first time seeing this terrible combo.
"Please take a step back!" I warned the person on the other side and swung the door wide open in a rush of concern.
My unsuspecting self, dumbfoundedly, receiving the best shock of my life. It was a man. I knew.
"Well," glimmered a pair of deep green gem-like eyes once settling in my face. Upclose and too personal. "Hello, my darling. It's been too long."
That infamous silky voice that slithers into anyone's consciousness for days. Belonging to non other but my– I mean, that man.
My vocal cords decided to stop functioning without my consent. "H…"
Almost all of my vocabulary disappeared from my brain the second I fully registered the familiar handsome face in my head. His petal-thin lips parted while my jaw hung as we both looked at each other in a mutual deadlock.
"M– Mr Laufeyson?" My tongue muscle memory took over.
He nodded curtly in confirming his identity, still staring wide-eyed at me as if drinking me in like a new sight to behold.
Wait he shouldn't be here. I wasn't hallucinating this hard, right.
There was no reasonable explanation as to why I could be hallucinating without a drop of alcohol in my system. Unless he stalked me, which is impossible to imagine the busy man ever doing, even pondering it, to me of all people.
Hah. I wish.
But lo and behold it was him, genuinely in the flesh, smiling the most biggest white-teethed smile I've seen.
"May I come in, please. Darling?"
In where? In what?
Trying to make sense of the current reality standing infront of me, hoping this wasn't a prank.
"Why are you here… Sir." I intoned, politely, darting my eyes around him at the dark corners suspiciously. This wasn't some graduation prank right, I secretly hoped it wasn't.
"Why?" A, very nice sounding, humourous chuckle ripples from him before he continued.
"How could I not pay a visit to my most brilliant student? I would regret it for as long as I live." He said it extremely convincing as if it was normal to show up out of the blue at my house in the middle of the night.
"Right. Um, please come in."
I beckoned him in with an instinctual welcoming smile, holding back the urge to tidy my no-doubt ratty appearence and adjust my clothes as he entered.
Brushing his whole arm against mine, on accident I think, but he didn't seem to notice, too focused on removing his shining boots.
Nervously, I closed the door behind him while deeply breathing in the faint passing of his leafy cologne. My mind long forgetting if I should've let him inside.
I tersely said, ignoring the happy booming in my heart, and gestured to the gray couch. Hoping he wouldn't notice the tiniest shade of darker gray, the imprint of where I lazed earlier.
"Please, sir, make yourself at home."
"Oh, I planned to." Mr Laufeyson winked uncharacteristically, smoothly shrugging his coat off him and folding it over the armrest– where I laid my head earlier– casually. One of his hands had a purplish-dark marking across the skin, must've been from him knocking something.
"Thank you, darling."
"No problemo." That was not a cool response at all. Internally I cringed at myself while mentally noting to get him a bandage for his hand injury.
It took much willpower not to lose control of my eyeballs from running down the rare sight of him in only his white button-up while feeling his intense emerald gaze all over me.
Juliet is not going to believe this.
Alright, I'm going to be a good host. And only that. He probably wants to ask about what career path I'm choosing or something, so hold back.
I cleared my throat, meeting with his eyes.
"Sir, would you like some tea or coffee?" And maybe stay longer.
"From you? Anything will do."
. . .
Crackles of laughter sitting together on the couch, his arm draped over the back of the cushion behind my head, silly banter over past lessons he taught, tiny tidbits of his favourite things and color (as I suspected was green) proven correct. We share more things in common than I had thought.
Who knew I'd be the lucky one to be graced with getting personal with Mr Laufeyson.
1:10 AM.
In a blink of an eye, time seemed to skip over and the hour hand crossed midnight. Even though I felt no ounce of drowsiness— it wouldn't be appropriate to let him get caught by my roommate. This wasn't exactly all that inappropriate too, we only talked.
"Sir, it's getting very late. I'm sure you have another student to visit tomorrow or something," I tried to sound casual with mild contact, genuinely smiley, and not at all like I was pushing him to get the hint.
His emerald eyes flashed understanding as he gave a relaxed smile, getting up from the couch slightly slow. "I'd hate to overstay my welcome and have you lose your beauty sleep."
I chuckled and copied his action while he collected his coat, his slim fingers fiddling with the buttons almost mindlessly. It was a rare sight to see Mr Laufeyson act… Nervous? Maybe, that would be funny to imagine but he must be feeling discourteous for accidentally not watching the time slip by.
I know I would.
"Oh and dear."
My gaze instantly flicked up to his already on me. "Don't think for one second I could ever forget you," he closed the distance between our bodies and said my name so intimately. Leaning in, tilting his head, my heart a combustion of excitement, as his eyes shut and he left a peck on my cheek.
The signals were green. He was giving all the right signals and I'd be a fool not to go for it. Just not right now.
I muffled my own giggle, leading him to the door as I held it wide open for him. "Thanks for stopping by, Mr Laufeyson. It means a lot to me." More than he could ever know. If only he could stay longer but that would be a huge violation to my roommate's trust. Darn it.
"As it is for me."
He softly smiled, taking his sweet time to walk down the small steps. Glancing back at me twice.
He left without a hurry into the swallowing darkness where the streetlights lacked reach, and I continued staring out the peephole long after his ghostly tall figure lost itself in a concerning direction. Only alleyways and deadends there.
But I shouldn't be too worried, he looked like he knows where to go.
Tik. Tok.
Tik tok.
It felt like an eternity wishing for Monday to arrive quicker, my nerves aflamed for the entire weekend as I picked out cute outfits in advance. Surely he'd appreciate a different look from me, I couldn't wait to see his face again.
—RING.
. . .
Back to class. Here we go!
For once throughout my college days, I woke up an extra hour before my alarm and prepped an all natural make-up look. Taking special care to choose a flattering outfit and spritzing all over myself with my favourite scent until I knew I would be a walking cloud of sweetness. Hopefully something to be remembered by.
Out the door I went after leaving some waffles for Juliet's breakfast. Way too early but it was worth it.
"—Right, let's continue where we left off before another bee decides to steal the thunder and my job. All at once." Mr Laufeyson placed away the long ruler responsible for last week's insect death, I noted that he was wearing the same coat from coming over last friday, as a round of chuckles and soft giggles in the mix, erupted at his words.
Mr Laufeyson was putting extra work into being humorous today of all days or his mood improved positively better... Possibly because of me. Because of last Friday night. Or I was getting too ahead of myself when he could've easily paid a visit to the others. Right, he's just being a good concerned teacher. As always...
Class went on like normally. And he didn't even glance at me.
. . . The hour had passed.
Hoping for the littlest of interaction after class, I sprinted the steps down to the front of the classroom. Ahead of anyone else. "Mr Laufeyson!"
Once I stepped around the desk to properly stand before him, a perky excitement in my every movement to be upclose to him again. My expectations of mildly receiving a smile from him was shattered the second he angled his face towards me, his stiff folders collected under an arm.
"What."
Mr Laufeyson said harshly, "—exactly do you want? My time is limited. My email is on the Google classroom, you can easily find it online to contact me. However If it's a matter you believe is urgent, see me in my office after school hours immediately."
Not expecting this... Kind of standoffish tone.
I deflated under the scrutiny of his sharp green eyes and downturned pink lips, hopes of my outfit and being noticed stomped by his quiet impatience and unusual agitation. Right, we were still in school. Why did I choose such bad timing to talk to him.
Too eager, I must've came across as desperate. Yikes.
"Okay, sir. Thanks," I gave a weak smile as he spun to leave swiftly.
Probably not hearing me in the midst of everyone else's small chatter joining the outside noise as I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. Heart heavy but I survived.
His change in attitude was unexpected but not unwelcome. The iciness of it. A telltale sign that something or someone had bothered him. By the troubled ook of his deepened wrinkles, I guessed it must be recent— An hour or few ago, maybe— his stiff body language told me it's a personal matter.
Either I was deducing nonsense or being a kick of delusional away from acting on my deepest urge to confess my feelings.
How could I even help him?
. . .