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Robin(Dick Grayson) x Oc

Tw: Metions of Rape and Kidnapping

(If you find any more triggering stuff please tell me.)

A Date with Destiny 

Chapter One

It is the start of the prom. Robin had to take Kitten so the bridge wouldn’t be destroyed. Robin roles up to the ship in his tux on his motorcycle. Robin gets off of his bike and fixes his jacket.

“I’m ready hoping she doesn’t show,” Robin says in an annoyed tone. 

Someone taps Robin on the shoulder. He turns to see Starfire wearing a beautiful purple dress. “Starfire?” Robin asks, confused.

 “On such occasions, I believe it is customary to wear a dead plant?” Starfire says in her normal happy voice as she places the boutonniere on his jacket. 

“Star, you’re supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth!” 

Robin says, surprised that she wasn’t helping.

 “Your orders were to investigate the girl. I intend to investigate her thoroughly. Besides, you may require saying. This Kitten is perhaps is some form of ooze monster in disguise. She is certainly ugly like a monster, yes?” Starfire says while now looking at the sunset. 

They hear a horn knock and they see a pink limo roll-up. Kitten opens the door and steps out. Kitten is wearing a  pink strip-less dress. “Yoo-hoo! Robbie-poo!” She says as she waves. “Your Kitten has arrived! Meow!” 

 “Second thought, maybe I will need saving,” Robin says with his head hung low as he walks over to Kitten.

 “Oh, Robin! My date! Robin!” Kitten yells as she attaches herself to Robin’s chest. “Don’t you look handsome? Kitten says while grabbing Robin’s chin. “Compliment me on my dress” She whispers in Robin’s eye in a mean tone. 

“No,” Robins says in his mean tone.

 “Do it or else.” She says still in her mean tone. 

“Nice dress,” Robin responds in an annoyed voice.

 “Ah! Oh, Robin, you’re such a gentleman not at all like my worthless ex-boyfriend, Fang!’ Kitten yells so everyone can hear. “Now take my arm, lead me in. And would it kill you to smile?” 

Robin gives his best creepy smile. “Maybe” Robin walks Kitten in while Starfire snarls in hatred for Kitten. She grunts and punches the hood of Kitten’s limo. 

Everyone is having a nice time while Kitten and Robin sit at a table. Robin rocking back and forth in his chair making it squeak. “Ask me to dance!” Kitten says in a mean tone. 

“I don’t dance” Robin returns. “Come on Robbie-poo.” Kitten says getting up and walks over to Robin and starts to pull on his arms, trying to get him up.“You’ve never, ever danced before?” 

"Tried it once, didn’t like it,” Robin says in his bored tone.

 “Fine! Then I can have the whole city destroyed or we can just skip straight to the kissing.” Kitten says.

 “Wanna dance?” Robin asks not wanting to dance or kiss. Kitten pulls Robin onto the dance floor.

 “Oh, Robin! Of course, I’d love to dance with you!” Kitten says as she pulls Robin all over the dance floor. Meanwhile, Starfire is over by the punch bowl filled with rage at seeing Robin and Kitten dance. Robin decides to end the dance. “Okay, that’s over,” Robin says, letting go and walking away from Kitten. 

Kitten gasps “Oh, goodie! Another slow dance.” she says and pulls Robin back. “Yeah,” Robin says. They sign around in circles. “From now on, Robbie-poo, this will always be our song!” Robin pulls out his communicator and talks into it. 

“Please tell me you guys have found Killer Moth.” 

“Not yet, but we tracked down your girlfriend’s home address,” Cyborg says back. 

“She’s not my..” Robin was cut off when Beast Boy let out a startled scream when he touched something that opened up a secret passageway. “Wow!” Beast Boy says.

 “Well, that’s not suspicious,” Raven says, coming closer to the passageway. They start walking down the stairs into the dark basement. Beast Boy turns the light on and they find tanks full of moth creatures. They all speak to the communicator 

“Found him.” they all say at the same time. “Yes, you found me but you’ll soon be wishing you hadn’t,” Killer Moth says as he attacks the Titans.

Meanwhile back with Robin and Kitten. “Kiss me. Ma.” Kitten says as she leans in for a kiss. “Sorry, I don’t like you that way. Matter of fact, I just don’t like you.”

 “Yes,” Starfire says, overhearing their conversation. 

“What” Kitten yells. 

“Killer Moth’s being taken down as we speak. We’re done here.” Robin says with a smile. 

“No, we are not! Daddy’s not calling the shots tonight, Robbie-poo! I am.” Kitten says in anger as she puts her finger over a button.

 “Daddy?” Robin asks. 

“And unless you want me to let those nasty bugs out for a late-night snack…” She says and she grabs Robin by the caller. “... you better pucker up!” Kitten still holding Robin’s collar leans in for a kiss while making kissing noises.

 Robin presses a finger to her lips and pushes her away. “Not even if you paid me!” Robin says with anger in his voice as he grabs the controller out of her hands. 

There was yelling and screaming coming from the people around them. Not because of what they were doing but from seeing a flying creature in the sky. A police boat comes to the side of the boat and aims a net scooter at the creature. Robin looks up because of the yelling and recognizes the creature as someone he knew from his Batman days. Before he can stop it the police scoot the net at the creature, catching it and making it fall on the deck of the ship. Robin runs towards it and pulls the net to see the girl he knew curled up in a ball with her wings wrapped tightly around her body so you only see her wings and tail. Starfire runs over to Robin. “Do you know this creature?” Starfire asks Robin. 

“She is not a creature Star, she’s my friend. I’ll get her to calm down, maybe she can help.” Robins says as he reaches out to touch your wing. The girl flinches at his touch. Kitten walks over to them and kicks the girl in the back. The girl groans in pain. 

“I wouldn't do that if I were you. Morgan can be very angry when she’s in her half form. Morgan shifts into a full Night Fury and jumps on top of Kitten and roars in her face

. “Morgan, Morgan, calm down. It’s me. It’s Robin.” He says in a calm voice. Robin rips off his suit to reveal his Robin costume. Morgan looks and Robin and her eyes soften. She gets off of Kitten and tackles Robin into a hug. Rolling until Robin was safely in Morgan’s wings and when he is Morgan shifts back into half form. Starfire runs over to the dragon holding her friend. She tries to pry open Morgan’s wings but Morgan holds Robin tighter. 

“Robin, don’t worry I’ll get you out,” Star says, still trying to get Morgan’s wings open.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. You go take care of Kitten.”

Starfire flys over to where Kitten is and they start fighting. As they were fighting, Kitten gasped and said “Fang” in a happy voice. 

“That’s your boyfriend?” Starfire is surprised to see a man with a spider for a head. 

“Get your hands off my girl!” Fang says as he walks closer to Starfire and Kitten. Kitten tells Fang to open Morgan’s wings so she could get the controller from Robin. When Fang tries to open Morgan’s wings Starfire tries to shoot him but he dodges and she ends up shooting Morgan’s wing. Morgan roars out of pain. 

“I’m so very the sorry!” Starfire says and hits Fang with a blast. 

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Robin 

After Morgan had wrapped me safely in her wing she began to explain what happened to her. She told me that she left only a month after I did. She found an apartment and moved in. She wanted to wait until after she was settled in to find me. I had left in such a hurry, I didn’t say goodbye. She was worried that I didn’t love her anymore. She is the real reason Batman kicked me out. He didn’t like the fact that we were dating, he thought I should be working on training and getting better instead of sleeping together. Morgan made all of the weapons we used and most of the bat vehicles, including the Bat-mobile. She also told me Slade had kidnapped her and used her as a breeding slave. When she was able to get away. She decided to come to find me but some people thought she was a villain and started to attack her. She needs a place to stay so she is going to move into the tower no matter what the others say. I don’t know if she still likes me but I know I still love her. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about her. I always wanted to reach out and make sure she knows I still love her, even if she doesn’t like me anymore.  All of a sudden Fang’s spider-legs try to pry open Morgan’s wings. I can hear Starfire getting ready to blast Fang but she missed and hit Morgan. I forgot how loud Morgan can roar when she’s in pain. “I am so very the sorry.” I hear Starfire yell from outside. 

“Morgan, I have to help Starfire take them down. I will come back. I promise. Here take this to make sure no one gets it. If we need your help, will you help me?” I say as I hand Morgan the controller. Morgan nods her head. “And you still remember the signal,” I said cupping her cheek. She nods her head again. She opens up her wings enough for me to slip out and she closes them again.

When I join the fight Kitten jumps on me and I fall to the ground with a thud. She starts patting me down looking for the controller. When she doesn’t find it she tries to go after Morgan. I yell “MORGAN NOW.” At my command black strings of power lift Kitten in the air. Fang is also lifted into the air and away from Starfire. “Good job Morgan,” I say as I walk over to Starfire. “I want Morgan to stay in the tower. I need to see if she has any things at her apartment before I take her there. Tell the other titans, we may have a new member." 

"Joyist, what should I tell them about her?" 

"All they need to know is that she has been through a lot and she will need time to trust people." I walk away from Starfire and towards Morgan. I have her lower the villains down so we can handcuff them. As Kitten and Fang were being taken away, I got a call from the other Titans, they told me that Killer Moth was taken down and brought to jail. I told them I was going to be back later than they were. I told them, I would tell them back at the tower.

 “Robin, Are we taking this one too?” one of the guards asked me pointing to Morgan with his gun. 

“No, she’s an old friend. She won’t hurt anyone.” 

“Unless you hurt her or someone she cares about.” I hear a familiar voice say.

 “Alfred? What are you doing here?” I ask. 

“I saw the fight on the news and wanted to know why my goddaughter didn’t keep contact as she promised, I was worried,” Alfred said in a worried tone. 

“Well, it’s a long story, according to Morgan,” I say as I kneel to stroke Morgans’ wing. “Did you hear that? Alfred’s here and he’s worried about you. You can stay with me at Titans tower if you want. Let's go to your apartment and get some things.” I say to Morgan still stroking her wings. I hear a faint okay and Morgan gets up with her wings closed around her. She opens them just enough so she can see. Alfred leads Morgan to his car, while I get on my bike.  

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Morgan 

Once I get into Alfred's car, I pull my wings into the back. "You're so tiny. You must be hungry." Alfred says when he sees my small frame. “Yeah,” I say not making eye contact with Alfred. 

Alfred starts to drive with Robin close behind us. Once we were in front of the apartment building, I didn’t bother to take my wings out. Robin pulled up behind Alfred's car. When I saw the look on Robins’ face, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. There were tears in my eyes when I felt two strong arms around me. He lifted my chin so my eyes would meet his. He put his hands on the sides of my face and he wiped my tears. He put his forehead to mine. 

“I missed you, Morgan,” Robin said. Behind us, Alfred coughed to get our attention. 

“Wrap this up. Now. Before someone sees you.” Robin lets go of my face and walks towards Alfred. “Come on, let's get you packed to go to the tower,” Robin says holding out his hand for me to take. I run over and take his hand. We walk into the lobby and Robin pushes the button to the elevator. We walked into the elevator, I looked into Robin's eyes and I read his mind. “If Alfred wasn’t here, oh you would be getting it right now.” I turned away from his eyes and blushed at what he said. He must have forgotten that I read minds when looking into someones’ eyes. The elevator door opened to my floor. We got to my door and reached for the hide-a-key under the doormat. When I came back up, I started to feel lightheaded. I dropped the key and fainted. When I woke up, I wasn't in the hallway anymore. I was in a dark hospital room but I didn't have one of the wristbands. "Where am I?" I wondered. Morgan tried to sit up but something was holding her down. I realized that a person was lying next to her. I started to freak out, only to notice it was Robin. Morgan started to calm down and snuggled closer to Robin. I missed the feeling of arms around my waist, Slade was never the type for aftercare. He just fucks you, leaves, and hopes you get pregnant. But he doesn’t know that with my dragon DNA, I can reject sperm, so he was never going to get me pregnant. When I fell back to sleep, I dreamed of what my life would be like with Robin. 

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Third

“Honey, I’m back,” Robin called while setting his keys on the entry table. “How was the villain catching?” Morgan asked, walking into the living room with a small bump and a baby boy on her hip. “It was good but tiring. I miss fighting crime with you and living at the tower.” Robin says sadly while dragging his feet to the couch. “I know it makes it harder to fight crime but we have a family now and the tower gets attacked a lot and is no place for little kids. I’ve told you you can stay at the tower as long as you check-in and tell me about your day.” Morgan says sitting down next to Robin. Morgan hands the baby to Robin for his after-work snuggles. “ If our kids were older and you weren’t pregnant I would but I need you. I can’t talk about the other Titans around the other Titans.” Robin holds the baby closer to his chest. “I want to be around you for everything during your pregnancy, I missed you so much with this little guy. I’m not missing anything this time.” Robin says while reaching his hand over to rub Morgan's belly. Morgan puts her hand over his. “You won’t.” “You promise?” He asked “Yes” Morgan returns, intertwining her fingers with his. “I love you,” Robin says, kissing Morgan’s temple. “I love you too, Dick,” Morgan says, kissing Robin on the lips. Morgan grabs onto Robin’s shoulder feeling dizzy. “Are you okay?” Robin asks, panicked. “I’m fine Dick. Just a little lightheaded.” “We should go to the hospital.” “No, the doctor said it was normal.” “Still just to make sure.” “Fine,” Morgan says, taking the baby from Robin. Robin packs the diaper bag and gets the car ready. He takes the baby and stands Morgan up. Once in the car, Robin calls the other Titans to meet them at the hospital. Robin holds Morgan’s hand the whole ride. When you arrive there the Titans are there waiting for them. Raven walks to the car and takes the baby while Robin and Beast boy helps Morgan get out of the car. 

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Robin

When I woke up Morgan was snuggled closer to me. Not that I don’t mind. I love her snuggles but her hand was tightly gripping my shirt. I know this means she was having a nightmare. I know I had to wake her because she never has nightmares but when she does they are never good. I shook her until she woke up. Morgan wakes up in a daze. “Whats..happening?” She was confused about what was going on. “Hi, Morgan,” I say to get her attention. "How are ya doing?" "Where are we?" Morgan asked, rubbing her eyes. 

“The Tower. Do you remember what happened?” 

“No, not really. Did something happen?” she asked, sitting up. 

“You fainted. We ran some tests. Do you remember when the last time you ate was?” “No… Slade didn’t feed me that often. He said I would get more food when he was sure I had his child.” 

“That’s horrible. I promise that he will pay for all the times he has done to you.” 

“Okay. What time is it?”  

“Uhh… 10:30.” 

“Okay, can we eat something? My tummy hurts.”

 “What do you want to have?”

 “Anything, please.” 

“Okay, well let’s see what we have. Come on.” Morgan tries to stand up but doubles over in pain. 

“You know what, I’ll make something for breakfast. You stay here.” 

“Okay.” I helped her back into the bed. “I will be right back with food.”

     I walk out of the room and take a breath. I could tell already that she was not the same as when I left. What did Slade do to her? I walk to the kitchen and meet Raven on the way. “Hey, I was just coming to wake you up. Is she awake?” Raven asked me looking up from her book.  “Yeah, I’m just getting her food. Apearlinly Slade didn’t feed her often.” 

“That would explain a lot about her current health.” 

“She is in a lot of pain. When she tried to stand she doubled over. Something is not right. I think we need to run more tests.” 

“For what?” 

“Anything, that might give us an answer to why she is in so much pain.” 

Entering the kitchen, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Starfire were all talking about how Morgan and I know each other. I started to make Morgan her food and the others except for Raven asked questions about Morgan and how we know each other. By the time I had told them what I know, I had finished making Morgan breakfast. I said my goodbyes to everyone and started to head off to Morgan. The t.v. lit up with Slade’s face. “ I see you Titans have found my pet.” 

“What pet?” Starfire asked.

“Morgan, of course. Who else would it be?” 

“What do you want?” I ask measly. 

“I know why, my pet is in so much pain.” 

“Why? What did you do to her?” 

“I put a small simple device in her uterus. It will shock her, preventing her from ever having a child that isn’t mine. If you return here I will shut it off. Good luck getting it out without having it removed. It will shock her every 30 minutes until she is returned.” Slade said, smirking. “Bring her to the docks when you want to get rid of her.” 

The t.v turned off and Slade disappeared. “How are we going to tell Morgan,” I asked. “And how are we going to get it out,” Cyborg asks, rubbing his eyes.  

“Tell me what and how to get what out?” Morgan asked, limping around the corner. 

“Morgan what are you doing out of bed,” I ask running over to help her walk. 

“You were taking too long to get food,” Morgan says, whining. “Now please answer my questions.” 

    “Slade put something in your uterus that will shock you every 30 minutes unless we remove it or bring you back to him. That’s what has been making your stomach hurt.” I said, helping Morgan sit down.

    “You’re going to take me back?” Morgan asks looking up at Robin. 

    “No, of course not. I am not going to let anything happen to you.” I said. “We will get it out of you.”

    “Can I take a bath? I smell like shit and they cum in my hair?” 

    “Yeah, let me help you but after you have to eat. Okay?” 

    “Fine.” 

I help Morgan up the stairs and into the bathroom. Morgan had stomach pains the whole way. I sat her on the ground while I started the tub. I turned it off when the tub was full and left the room so Morgan could get undressed and climb in. I cracked the door a little, just in case she needed my help. 

    “Dick?” she calls. She was one of the only people who were allowed to call me my real name. 

    “Yeah?” I say turning to face the door. 

    “Will you help me wash my hair?” 

    “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

    “Come on, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. I've just lost a little weight.” 

    I slowly opened the door to see Morgan laying in the tub. I shut the door behind me and walked over to her. 

    “A little?” I say looking at her body. 

    “Okay, maybe more than a little. Other than that, nothing you have ever seen before.” 

    And she was right. She looked the same as I remembered, except for her not being as big as before of course. She was still the girl I had fallen in love with. 

    “Dick,” she said, waking me up from my daydream. 

    ‘Huh?” 

    “You’re starring.” 

    “Sorry, it’s just been so long,” I say, taking off my gloves. 

    “ I know. Now about what you were thinking in the elevator yesterday.” 

    “Ugh, I forgot you could read minds,” I said now putting shampoo in my hands 

    “So?” She asked leaning forward so I could start rubbing the shampoo in her hair.

    “So, what?” 

    “Did you mean it?” 

    “Only if you wanted it,” I say, taking my hands and forming a cup so I could rinse her hair.

    “Okay” 

    “Why?” 

    “Just wanted to know if you felt the same.” 

    “So? Would you like to try us again?”

    “I’d like that.” 

    “Wow! You really do need to redye your hair.” I say running my hands through her hair getting the soap out. 

“Ugh,” She sighs, laying back. “I know. I was planning on doing it before I got kidnapped.” 

    “Well okay,” I say standing up. “I better get back to the others. We have to make a plan about getting that thing out of you.” 

    “Okay, see you after I’m done.” Morgan waves goodbye as I walk out the door. 

Morgan

Robin walks out the door and I groan in pain. See, the reason I was in pain was that I already had a plan. I was slowly opening my cervix so I could push the shocker thing out. It didn’t take too long for my cervix to be open enough to push it out. So I did. Once it was out I scoop the thing out of the water. I finish taking a bath then walk back to the kitchen. 

    “Hey, Morgan. Are you feeling better?” Robin asks.

    “Yeah. I feel better.” 

    “So we were thinking about using a magnet to get the shocker out of you.” 

    “I already got it out,” I say, showing Robin the small, round, device. 

    “What? How?” Robin asked, shocked. 

    “Did you forget? I can open and close the cervix allowing or not allowing things to pass through.” 

    “I’m an idiot,” Robin says, smacking his forehead.

    “I know,” I say, hugging him. 

“So? We have some questions. Is this a good time to ask them?” Beast boy said.  

“After, I have food. Then you guys can ask your questions.” I say letting go of Robin. 

Robin reheated the food he made me. The other Titans made a list of all the questions with space under each one for the answers. After I finished eating, they started asking questions. 

“So how long have you known Robin?” Starfire asked

      “Since Batman. I’m his butler goddaughter. So I lived with Batman until a week after Robin left.” 

    “How did you two meet?” Cyborg askes. 

    “Batman found me, brought me back with him, and Morgan already lived there so they introduced us,” Robin told him. 

    “I remember thinking you were weird. With your big, round, glasses. Until we started hanging out more.” I said laughing. “I have pictures of you when you first started going on missions. Have you see pictures from when he first started.” 

    “No, he won’t tell us anything about when he was with Batman.” Beast boy said. “We didn’t know you existed until Robin brought you here.” 

    “So you really told them nothing? Why?” I asked Robin. 

    “It still hurt. I had only been gone a few days when we all met. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I never had the same triggers as you.” 

“Triggers,” Raven asked.

    “Batman wasn’t always the greatest. He would get angry-”

    “And he would hit us sometimes. Morgan got hit more than I did.” Robin said, finishing the sentence and looking at no one's face. “We both have different levels of PTSD.” 

    “Yeah, but we both got through it together. 

    “I’m sorry I left without trying to take you with me. I had a plan to come and get you once I got settled in but I found the Titans instead.” 

    “It’s okay, I managed to get out a week after you did. This got dark fast. Any more questions?”

    “Are you Batgirl?” Beast Boy asked happily.

    “Um…” 

    “Beast Boy! I thought we agreed that we were going to ask her that.” Cyborg said.

    “But you’ve seen his face when he talks about Batgirl. The same face when he was telling us about Morgan. They have to be the same person.” Beast Boy argued. 

On the other side of the room, a blue portal started to open. I stood up and put her watch on, turning it into a blaster. Dianna Prince walks through. 

    “Don’t shoot me,” Dianna said. 

    “Why not,” I said. “You know I’m retired.” 

    “I need your help.” 

    “Bruce send you?” I said walking closer to Dianna. 

    “No. He didn’t. He still thinks you're dead.” 

    “Then why are you here?” I say lowering the blaster. 

    “There is an alien invasion coming. We are assembling a team.” 

    “I’m not fighting in another war.” 

    “You don’t have to. I just need you to help me with one of the recruits.”

    “Who?” 

    “Victor Stone. I can’t get through to him, but maybe you can.” 

    “Victor’s alive?” 

    “Morgan, who is Victor Stone?” Robin asked.

    “An old friend.” 

    “I’m meeting him tomorrow night. I want you to come with me.”

    “Okay, fine. I will come out of retirement. See you tomorrow.” 

The portal reopened and Dianna left. I sit back down on the couch. 

    “Who was that?” Starfire asked.

    “Wonder Woman from another dimension. Ugh… I have to dig things out of boxes and redye my hair. Okay,” I say getting up and opening a portal to my apartment. I come back with a couple of boxes of red hair dye and a bag of clothes. 

    “Okay, I’m back. Robin will you help me.” 

    “Sure” 

We walked to the bathroom, we put towels on the floor so we wouldn’t ruin the floor. Robin sections my hair while I mix the breach for my roots. Robin starts putting the breach on the back of my head and I start putting the dye on the front of my head. 20 minutes later my roots were covered in breach. I put a bag on my head and wanting 45 minutes then wash it out. After we washed it out we took and a break for dinner then start to put the red dye in. By the time we were done everyone had gone to bed and we were still in the bathroom. 

“I missed your red hair,” Robin says. 

“I missed it too.” 

“You know it’s been a long time and I have a lot of energy. If you catch my drift.” 

“Yeah,” I say looking down.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you uncomfy.” 

“You could never, I still want a baby,” I say looking into his eyes. 

“Then why don’t we try again.” 

“I’m scared,” I say with tears in my eyes. 

“Of what.” 

“Losing another one.” 

“That was an accident. There’s no Batman to push you down the stairs this time. I promise that I will protect you.” 

“Okay, fine. Just this be gentle. Slade was never the gentle type. We need to be quiet to not wake up the others.” 

Robin gently kisses my lip slightly pushing me up against the sink as I kiss back. He pinches my butt to make me gasp, he takes that opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth. He picks me up and brings me to his room. He almost hits my head on the corner. When we get to his room he throws me on the bed. Robin tells me to strip, so I do. While my back was turned Robin started to strip himself, first taking off his mask to show his blue eyes. I turned around just in time to see Robin pulling down his boxers. I see his fierce boner pop out of his boxers. I look away and get more into the middle of the bed. I sit on my feet, put my hands in my lap, and look straight at the bed. 

(Kinda like this but looking down not up.)

“Morgan, why are you sitting like that?” Robin asked. 

“Slade makes me.” 

“Morgan, you don’t have to sit like that, you're with me now. You're safe with me.” Robin says getting climbing on the bed.  

“How do you want me to sit?” I say looking up at him.

“You remember how we used to do it, right,” he asked.

“Yeah.” 

“Wanna do it that way?”

I nod

“Okay,” Robin says. He lets me lay down. He climbed on top of me with his hands by my head. Robin started to kiss my body up until my boobs. He sucks and leaves hickeys all over my boobs. He starts sucking on my nipples. I close my eyes and whimper expecting a hand on my throat. But Robin’s hands stay next to my head. One hand leaves to start stroking Robins’ dick. I saw the angry red tip and knew he hadn’t had much pleasure yet, so I reached my hand down there and start helping him. He moans on my nipples. It sure had been a while since I heard someone moan. All Slade did was tell me how much of a whore I was. I hadn’t been paying attention when Robin came in my hand. I only noticed when Robin collapsed on top of me panting. I started to fall asleep while Robin was catching his breath. 

“Hey, baby. Don’t fall asleep yet. You haven’t got your pleasure yet.”

“That doesn’t matter, only your pleasure does.”

“Did Slade tell you that?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well that not true. Your pleasure matters too. Come on, I help you.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I want to. Now get on all fours, please.” 

“Okay.” 

Robin gets off me and I got on all fours. He kneels behind me and lines up his dick up with my hole. He slowly pushes in stopping every couple of inches to let me adjust. He pushed all the way in hitting my cervix. When he’s fully in he waits until I pull my hips forward and push them back to start thrusting. It had been so long since I had come so I hadn’t noticed when my orgasm washed over me. Slade never let me cum, it was always only about his pleasure. Soon enough Robin was cumming in my pussy. He kept thrusting to make sure the cum was fucked into my womb. He slowly pulled out and I collapsed onto the bed. I don’t remember much after but I woke up in Robins nightshirt and cleaned up. I was wrapped in Robins’s arms.

I am saying this in the nicest way possible.

IF YOU HAVE AN OC X CHARACTER DONT USE X READER OR X Y/N TAGS

Don’t say it’s cause you want to reach out more cause WE DO BLOCK THOSE WHO DO THIS

If I Could Melt Your Heart | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | One shot 5k

The end of the mission goes wrong when you fall through the ice. Bucky manages to get you to the safe house, unresponsive and hypothermic. Bucky worries for your safety, trying everything to warm you and melting the competitive animosity between you.

Warnings: 18+ for suggestions of sex, language and both Reader and Bucky being idiots. Flirting, frenemies to lovers nonsense, kissing. Whump, reader falls through ice, symptoms of hypothermia. Rated I and L for Idiots in Love.

Final divider by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

The fall was easier than you thought it would be. Conditioned to have confidence in your decisions, you’d run across the ice fully expecting to reach the other side and then, just as suddenly as you’d made your decision, you were looking up at the sky between two walls of dark green water. 

The lake closed in just as fast, covering the sky, and your salvation, and panic set in, there was no air, your lungs burning from the cold and you gasped involuntarily, drinking in the crisp clean lake. It was over, the entire adventure was over, no more missions, no more tower, no more compound, no more galas and holidays and, worst of all, no more Bucky. 

No more late nights bickering over films, no more inventing reasons for him to be your partner during training, no more glances during meetings and arguments after briefing, just so he’d stay closer, just so he’d look at you a little longer. 

Despite everything you’d achieved, you’d wasted it all really, by not telling him how much you loved him. 

You closed your eyes, arms still beating in the water, heaving against the pack on your back dragging you down. 

The snow had come in fast, separating you from Sam and Steve. You'd meant to take a separate path each, converging on a safe house for extraction in the morning. Bucky had caught up with you a mile or two before. But somewhere in the storm you'd taken a wrong turn and now the darkness was closing in, your eyes fluttering closed, chest burning and Bucky still on the shore. 

Hands appeared, covered in Avengers issue gloves, one hauling you upwards, the other pushing on the clasp that held your pack and letting it fall into the water while lifting you into the biting air. A face glowed in the bright sun and you were happy to allow the angel to take you where they wanted, closing your eyes again seemed the only sensible thing to do, then at least you could dream about your regrets. 

Everything was hazy, but you knew you were being hustled into a safe house by the sound of the keypad beeping.

That's okay, maybe there's safe houses in the afterlife, maybe there's the crack of the fire and the cold won’t be so biting. 

When Bucky reached the safe house the wind had picked up, forcing him to wrestle the door open before half falling into the small porch, the wind no longer holding his weight. But he managed to keep you steady as he shuffled inside, locking the cold out behind him. 

He’d seen you go down, thinking you'd fallen, and had spotted the crack in the ice immediately after. It was clear where you’d gone wrong, leaving the track at the side of the lake, but he didn’t have time for that, he only had time to rush across the ice, sliding the last metre on his belly to stop it cracking further. 

Thankfully your pack had done its job and the two small buoyancy aids that Tony had added after the last jet crash were keeping you close to the surface. You were in shock though, eyes misty and for a heartbreaking second, as he dragged your flopping body onto the ice, Bucky wondered if he’d been too late. 

Beneath his fingers your pulse was still there, slow, but steady, and he flipped you onto your side and smacked your back as hard as he dared until you threw up the freezing water. 

He took a different way off the ice, just in case it had cracked under the soft snowfall. Carefully, he had trudged across a more dangerous ridge to reach the safe house faster, the snow storm picking up around him, aware of your solid weight on his back, his pack slung around to his front. It had still taken half an hour and all of his energy. 

By the time he’d placed you on the couch,  Bucky’s long hair was frozen at the ends where it had fallen from his black stealth issue snow hat. His lips were chapped and his shoulder ached where his prosthesis met the joint. But he could see you, and he could see you breathing and moving and you weren’t dead. 

He slumped to the floor and wiped a wet glove down his face, breathing out heavily. 

You'd argued, on the jet, about the drop site, about the evac, about the contents of your pack. There was always an argument, a bet, a challenge to be had with you, but he didn’t care as long as you were looking at him. And he’d never had the courage to tell you, to pin you to the mat when you sparred and tell you that he couldn’t go a day without seeing you. 

With another ragged breath he looked up. You were here, safe, together. 

Now what? 

Bucky called Sam and Steve’s emergency number together, hoping whoever wasn’t driving would pick up. He liked Sam and he trusted his medical judgement and while the tension in their friendship was easing, it was still easier with Steve around too. 

“That you, Buck?” Sam said, there was a distinct hum from the truck in the background that told Bucky they were on their way at least. Help is coming, Bucky told himself, you don’t have to take care of her alone, help is coming. 

“Bucky?” The side of Steve’s head appeared on the video call and Bucky rolled his eyes. 

“Thank god you picked up, things went from shit to worse out there, she fell through the fucking ice. Managed to get her out but she coughed up a helluva lot of water and now she’s all -” he looked behind him at your floppy hands and droopy eyelids, “she doesn’t look right, she isn’t talking, can’t stay awake.” Bucky rambled, his Brooklyn drawl appearing again through his worry. His words were getting mixed, he could feel them, heavy on his tongue, hypothermia? Something else? What had he been taught in basic training?

“Look, don’t get excited,” Sam said, pausing slightly, the howl of the snow storm still evident behind him. “But I need you to take off any wet layers she’s wearing, she could get hypothermia and her being unresponsive isn’t a good sign.” 

“Why would that get me excited?” Bucky said, indigent but propping the phone up so he could start unzipping your coat. 

On the video Steve rolled his eyes. He couldn’t see anything out of the truck windows, the snowstorm made everything static, but the video kept trying to focus anyway.

“Just do it, Buck, okay. There should be some spare clothes somewhere, if she needs them.” 

Bucky peeled back your sopping coat and set about removing your snow boots. Underneath you were wearing waterproof trousers, a thick thermal sweater and long sleeved standard issue t-shirt and leggings, also wet. He sat back, peeling the leggings from around your ankles. At least you had one dry shirt on but it was so small, just a strappy vest as your first layer and there were already goosebumps rising on the skin around your shoulders and collarbone. 

Bucky snapped his eyes away, cheeks flushed, and stood, searching for spares, coming up short. 

“There’s nothing here -”  he groused, standing his phone up against the empty fireplace while he searched. 

“Check the bathroom, they normally leave sweat shirts and things by the towels.” 

Bucky gave you one last look and left the room in search of something to keep you warm. 

Your eyes felt so heavy, your head full of lead and your arms and legs weighed down. Your throat burned and tasted awful, worse than the pack rations you’d eaten before you’d set off on the last leg of your walk to the cabin. 

The memory of the water washed over you and your arms flew out, grasping for the ratty sofa cushions.

You were safe. 

Everyone else must have made it too because you could hear Sam and Steve talking, saying something about Bucky. 

Blinking your eyes you were sure they were sat by the fire, maybe they’d light it soon, you were so cold. 

Bucky returned with a blanket and socks, sweat pants and towels and dropped them on the floor by the couch. It was one thing to find supplies, quite another to get you changed, he felt bad enough about taking your outer layers off. 

At some point during his search Sam and Steve must have dropped off the call, the phone now laying quiet on the hearth. 

He’d get you dressed and then worry about a fire.

The sweat pants were fine, they were loose and pulled up easily over your hips, the socks and towels warmed your feet slowly. But your shoulders and chest were still uncovered and he could see you starting to shiver. That was at least a good sign, your nerves were working and you were responding correctly to sensory input - but he couldn’t bear it.

Without thinking he pulled his henley off and sat you up, carefully placing it over your head and manoeuvring your arms until you were covered. 

You let out a deep sigh, smiling in your sleep. Bucky didn’t want to think about the way you seemed to snuggle into the collar, it was just body heat, that’s all, that’s all you needed. 

Bucky tucked you back in, being careful to tuck the soft edges of the shirt between your bare skin and the rough wool of the blanket. This was not the way he wanted to see or touch you like this for the first time. He sat with his back to the sofa, gun across his lap and trained his eyes on the door. 

Bucky’s eyes were open in half a second, body crouched, gun extended into the darkness until he noticed his phone lit up beside him, vibrating against the aching joints in his shoulders. 

“Hey, Buck, hows it going?.” Steve asked from the gloom of the truck’s cabin. Sam must have taken over the driving, Steve never used his phone behind the wheel. “We should be with you in the morning.”

“Oh, thank fuck for that.” Bucky let his head flop back against the sofa and instantly regretted it when he felt the softness of your thighs behind him. 

Sam’s voice was an echo on the line,“tell me what’s going on?”

“I took her uniform off like you said and she was awake very briefly, just eyes open then closed, but she’s been asleep awhile.”

“Awake is good, right?” Steve asked and Sam hummed in agreement. 

“Hey man, you need to get some rest too, okay. No falling asleep by accident, get in the bed or under a blanket and really sleep,” Sam scolded, it rankled Bucky sometimes, how well Sam really knew him, but he was grateful for this new team as well. 

“I shouldn’t I -” the words ‘I don’t deserve to rest’ were so close to stumbling past his lips. Instead he closed his eyes and turned his head to the wood beamed roof. 

“Look punk, whatever stupid thing you two were arguing about, it’s not your fault she got hurt, okay?” Steve’s voice was sterner now, demanding attention. 

“It was a bet,” Bucky admitted, weakly. “I bet her I could get here first and when I did I’d get the bed and the blankets. She was rushing because of me, she took a stupid fucking risk because she thought she’d have nowhere to sleep.” Bucky bit his cheek, the tang of blood staining his tongue. 

“For gods sake, Buck, that’s not your fault, she made her own choices -” 

“She’d have made better ones if I wasn’t such an asshole, what would my Ma ? Making a bet like that, you know I’d never have let her go cold.”

In your sleep your hands inched forwards, searching for something. The tips of your fingers found his earlobe and then, with a hum, you tucked your hand between his cold, bare, back and the sofa. 

“James Buchanan Barnes, your ma would’ve tanned your hide from here to Coney Island. But I know, I know you would never have let her suffer, you were playing games and makin’ stupid bets because you respect her as your equal. She’d be just as mad if she though you were goin’ easy on her.” 

He had nothing to say, no way to defend himself or make it better that didn’t involve him punishing himself somehow, so he said nothing. 

“Just hang on until the morning, okay. I’ll send over some more information on hypothermia in case we lose contact. But you just have to get through to the morning and then we can take over.” 

“Shouldn’t we get her to the compound now?” Bucky didn’t try to hide the worry in his voice, you hadn’t fought him off, complained, made a sarcastic comment or done any of your usual ridiculous arguing when he’d helped you. It wasn’t right. 

“No, no, best thing is to let her sleep and warm up. She’s fine. You need to sleep though, properly, on a soft surface.”

“Floors aren’t soft surfaces!” Sam shouted. 

“Okay, but -” Bucky paused and Steve raised his eyebrows.

“Just sleep, Buck.” If Bucky was worried, Steve was amused, unable to keep the smile from his voice as he said goodbye. 

You were still underwater, you were sure from the way all the voices in your head sounded muffled. But then you could smell Bucky’s shampoo, so maybe everything was okay after all.

“Hey, are you awake,” Bucky’s voice was so far away, like listening through a bubble, “if you’re awake you should eat something and then I can take your temperature again.” 

There was a movement, an earthquake, but the water didn’t move, there was no water anymore, just the cushion, the lap, the arm, the hand. You clung to the arm, but it didn’t yield under your fingers, it was solid and whirring and - 

“Hmmm, Bucky,” you whispered, nuzzling back into his hold. 

“No, come on, sit up, time to eat.” Why was the world moving, tilting? The voice was louder now, clearer. 

“Buh-” The words were gone again, the world was quiet again, blissful sleep with Bucky’s hand in yours. 

Sam’s face appeared on the phone screen, sleep in his eyes while Bucky gave him an update. He’d decided to stay awake, insisting he’d nap in the truck when they moved on in the morning. As soon as you’d started talking he’d called Sam and Steve to check on you. 

“She was slurring a bit. She wasn’t shivering but I think she’s warmer.”

“You think she’s warmer?,” Sam cut over Steve, looking pointedly at Bucky. “Feel her back and chest.”

“Her chest…” Bucky looked down at you, curled into his t-shirt, eyelids fluttering in your sleep. “She’s wearing clothes.” 

Bucky’s hand was still on your cheek and you turned into the touch, a small smile gracing your lips. 

“Bucky just put your hand on her collar,” Steve suggested.

“Awh, Buck, are you nervous around her, that’s so cute.” Sam teased and Steve scoffed at him. The line went quiet, but he could still make out some muffled arguing. 

He ignored them, sliding his left hand down to your collarbone, gently tucking his fingers under the collar of the t-shirt. His left hand was surprisingly sensitive and he could feel the prickle of your heat, you were definitely warmer than you had been. Your heartbeat steady beneath his palm, his thumb rubbed higher, feeling your pulse in your neck as well. 

“I don’t know what’s going on between you two,” Steve sighed and Bucky snatched his hand away as if he’d been caught, “but if you can get her to have some soup that would be great -” 

“We have to do something else.” Bucky knew he sounded panicked, but he didn’t care. Hypothermia could be deadly and there was no way he was losing you. “She’s still asleep, she should be coming round.”

“There's not much more we can do,” Sam's voice was sleepy. “Sit with her, if she wakes up, get her to eat something and try to keep her awake. Steve and will get there as soon as we can. In the meantime, there may be one more thing you could try -” Sam’s eyes lit up and Bucky just knew he was in trouble somehow. 

Body heat, that’s what Sam had said.

“You need to get under a blanket with her properly, keep her warm.” Sam suggested.

“You mean cuddle.”

“Fine, cuddle, would that be the end of the world?” He’d rolled his eyes and Bucky had felt a sort of sick feeling inside. He’d love to cuddle you, actually, would love to feel your body close to him without the threat of you pulling a training knife or trying to flip him on his back again. But he just can’t.

He stared at you, replaying Sam’s words over and over. Bodyheat, it’s the only thing for it now the fire was roaring again and the huge blanket was folded over twice. Why weren’t you waking up? Why were you still so cold to the touch? 

He lay down, rearranging the blanket over you both and let his right arm fall over your waist, pulling you closer. 

The fire crackled, the snow fell in quiet drifts by the windows and for a moment he could pretend that this was all normal. Just you taking a nap on a winter evening. Would you nap in your clothes? Or would you change into your pyjamas early on in the day and stay like that. Would you fall asleep as easily in his apartment? Would you want to stay?

The snow had stopped again, banked up against the windows in what would have been a wonderful Christmas scene, if you weren’t stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Bucky’s tactical comms were blinking with a new message but he couldn’t bring himself to move. His head was clearer from having slept, but the feel of your hand sitting low on his hip, your body perfectly aligned with his and, crucially, your face so close, lips brushing his cheek, had his thoughts reeling again. 

You stirred, nuzzling closer and placing a sleepy kiss on his cheek. Bucky’s heart sank, who did you think he was? 

“Hmm, where are we?” Your eyes were closed still, but at least your hand was hot against his skin and you were talking, cogent. 

“You fell through the ice, I'm trying to get you warm. How do your toes and fingers feel?” He whispered. 

You stretched your hands out in front of you, wiggling your fingers at him, “they did hurt, ugh, they hurt so bad,” there was a sad whine in your voice that made Bucky want to right every wrong you’d ever endured. You just sounded so small, so vulnerable for a change. “But they don't hurt anymore.” Your eyes drifted closed again and Bucky bit his lip, it really was now or never. 

“Hey, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the anger on your face. 

“You cracked the ice?” 

“No, but you wouldn’t have gone over it if we hadn’t made that stupid bet.” 

“Oh -” and then you laughed. 

“Why are you laughing, this is really serious, you could’ve died.” His breath caught in his throat, you were laughing and moving and his chest was still bare and you were in his t-shirt, pushing yourself against him with every movement. 

“It’s not your fault though you idiot.” You smacked his chest playfully and he caught your hand, holding it tight. 

“Are you feelin’ okay now?” His eyes darted over your face, taking in your pupils - slightly too dilated, your skin felt flush now which was good, but you couldn’t look at him properly. “You’re not concussed, your pupils are -” his fingers lingered on your wrist, feeling your pulse quicken. 

You pulled away, “I’m fine, I just needed to sleep it off I guess. Where are we?”

You took in the cabin, the little bed in the corner, stripped of its blankets. There was a fire still in the grate and evidence of Bucky eating, judging by the little ration packets scattered next to the sofa. Your tactical gear was drying over the back of a chair and Bucky’s was arranged neatly by the door. 

“We made it to the safe house, you were really close, you would’ve won.” Bucky kept his hands to himself, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way your eyes had looked when he’d held you, the light hadn't changed, you hadn’t moved your body, the only thing that had changed was his touch.

“Good, I knew I would, slow old man.” You laughed and it was such a relief to hear you happy, safe, Bucky closed his eyes again. “Where are Sam and Steve?”

Still driving, there was a snowstorm so god knows when they'll get here now.” 

“Better get some rations together then, I'm starving.” 

You wriggled off the couch and stood, eyeing up the kitchenette. 

Bucky, on the other hand, was trying to keep his eyes from straying to you. The sweat pants were far too big, sliding down over your hips, as we're the socks which pooled around your ankles. You looked so…cute.

“I don’t think you should be doing that, why don’t you rest?” He pushed the blankets and towels off the worn couch and tried to steer you away from the kitchenette. 

“Bucky I’m not dead, I was fine, I can make some-” you turned the can over in your hands, it sloshed, but there was nothing on the label, “mystery soup.” 

“No, you’re not dead, but -” 

“You wish I was, blah blah blah.” You laughed making your hand talk along with your words. 

“No, No -” Through your laugh, Bucky’s voice was laced with distress. “I never wanted you to get hurt.” 

He dodged around you, trying to get you to slow down and look at him but you were turning a pan over in your hands, deciding if it was too rusty for cooking with. 

“I know, you just wanted to win. No hard feelings, Buck. We’ll pick a winner next time.” 

You were determined to carry on like this then, with your arguing and betting and banter. Even though Bucky had sat with you through the night, certain you were going to die and it was entirely his fault that you’d die without knowing you were the one who kept him going. 

“I don’t want there to be a next time.” He said, plainly. 

“Oh, right, well, I guess we can just ask to be placed on different teams. If that’s what you want.” Suddenly the laughter had stopped and it was like you'd been dipped in ice again, the atmosphere was frosty and tense. 

“No, for god's sake, that's not what I mean. Fuck, I'm messing this up!” Bucky grumbled, making a grab for you.

“Hey!” You tried to dodge again, but he took your hands and pulled you close. 

“I don't want there to be a next time because I never want you to be in danger because of me. There won't be a next time because I was so scared I was going to lose you without telling you…”

“Telling me…what?”

“That you make all of this worthwhile.” He said, the tension leaving his body. “I couldn't imagine training without you, dinners and galas and missions. It wouldn't be the same, it wouldn't be worth it if you weren't there too.”

“Bucky-”

“You don't have to say anything, I just needed to tell you.” He dropped your hands and turned, “I'm going to go and call Sam and Steve, see if they're nearly here for evac.”

But you heard the water turn on and knew he wasn’t doing any such thing. He was having one of his angry, ‘wash away the argument’ showers that infuriated you so much when you had to share a hotel room or a safe house or when you followed him to his room to continue whatever ridiculous argument you’d both cooked up.

You continued stirring the soup slowly. Soup was really all you could find that didn’t make you feel sick just from reading the label, and you bent over the stove allowing the steam to warm your fingers and cheeks. 

The door to the bathroom slammed and you turned to see the light spilling from under the door. What did he mean ‘you make all of this worthwhile’. He was messing around, right? All the bets and fights, the arguments. He liked to get under your skin because, well, he clearly didn’t like you very much. 

You dropped the wooden spoon against the side of the pan, letting the too short handle slowly drown in the now spitting hot soup. 

But you liked him. Your heart had been pounding when he touched you and now your mind was racing at the thought of him even more than tolerating you. 

Before you could stop yourself you were crossing the cabin and hammering on the bathroom door. 

Bucky’s face was flush when he opened the door, pink staining his cheeks and blending with the faint lines on his face where he’d been cut during your mission.

He said nothing. 

“Tell me what you meant.” You demanded, trying to keep your eyes up. It was difficult, Bucky had stripped off already, you’d sparred enough times to know what his chest felt like, it seeing might actually tip you over the edge. 

“Don’t do this.” He grumbled, “just leave me alone.” 

He went to close the door but you pushed your flat palm against the wood, “Bucky you can’t go saying shit like that and then walk off and make it my fault.” 

“I can’t deal with it today, okay? I pulled your lifeless fucking body from underneath a sheet of ice. I thought you were dead, okay, dead.”

His jaw ticked as he closed his eyes and you could see how dark they were underneath, as if he hadn’t slept at all.

“I carry you back here and - god - you were so cold, freezing, and I stripped all those clothes off thinking ‘Bucky she’s going to kill you’ and then you wanted to hold me while you slept. And you could’ve died, I thought you had died, and it’d be my fault because I made a fucking bet with you just so you’d talk to me and smile at me and I wanted you to win, I really did, because when you win you look at me and your eyes sparkle and I can pretend its because of me -” he took a breath, shocked that he’d allowed such a stark confession out. But he was so tired and - 

“It is you.” You whispered, “if my eyes sparkle -” your lips quirked up at the corner, “if they do it is because of you. I like when you make bets with me because then I know you’ll be thinking about me. I like when we fight because you touch me and I can pretend it's because you want to and -” 

Your thoughts were cut off by Bucky wrapping his arms around your back, his hands were wide on your shoulders when he pulled you up and into him, kissing you hard enough to bruise. 

“I’m so fucking in love with you,” his eyes were still full of emotion, his eyes piercing, it still felt warm to be under his gaze but there was something extra something more in your honesty that had you pressing your lips to his again. 

“I fucking love you too.” You confessed against his mouth and jumped into his arms.

Bucky stumbled out from the bathroom, balancing you on his hips so his hands could cradle your back, pressing you close. Between you he could feel how soft your breasts were, peaked nipples hard and your heartbeat fast.

Your chest heaved, pulling back for breath with a huge smile, a laugh in the corner of your mouth.

"We've been so stupid."

"Uh -huh," Bucky knelt, lowering you to pile of blankets that had been kicked off the sofa so recently, "stupid, yeah." He went back to kissing you, holding himself up with one hand and using the other to trace over every curve of your body.

"I've waited so long to have you like this," he murmered, lips brushing your own, "and you've been so sick, I can wait a while longer."

Bucky pulled away, but you tightened your grip around his neck and pulled him down with you.

"If you think you're leaving me now," you groaned, "you're very much mistaken."

Bucky's smile turned almost feral, his pupils wide and eyes roving your face for any sign of discomfort.

"I'll be very -"

"Bucky,"

"Hmm?" He was lost in touching you again,

"Just fuck me."

He seemed to lose all control, crushing a kiss against your lips and letting the hands that had been so gentle grip you even tighter, his finger pads digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, tipping your hips up so he could grind his hard cock against you.

"Is that an M249 in your -"

"I'm just very pleased to see you," he countered, smiling into your kisses.

You laughed, the fire of your sparing still there in the way he hiked your leg over his hip, and you remembered all the times he'd rolled you over on the mats just like this, your breath fanning over his cheek and his body so close to yours.

"Can't promise it's as big though."

You slid your hand into his tight tactical trousers and squeezed the still growing bulge beneath, "I dunno, Buck, pretty close."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

"I'm exactly where I want to be."

His kisses slowed and he pulled back, brushing a hand down your cheek, "me too."

Sam was exhausted when he pulled the truck up to the safe house, Steve was dosing in the passenger seat after his stint at driving and Sam was looking forward to his own sleep before they made their way to the evac point. 

He shoved the door open, expecting to see the familiar sight of you bickering over cards but -

“Sam!” Bucky shouted, throwing a blanket over your naked body and accidentally exposing himself in the process. “Get out!” 

You laughed, clinging to Bucky’s arm in peels of laughter. 

“Steve!” Sam shouted as he retreated, “you owe me twenty dollars! And Bucky owes me an hour with his therapist” 

“He can have whatever he wants as long as I get to keep you.” Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. 

“That’s so cheesy, Bucky, gross.” Your laughter turned into giggles. 

“You love it.” He kissed you again and your lips parted in anticipation. 

“Hmm, I guess I do…” You let him push you back into the blankets, kissing down your neck before- “ I bet you I can get dressed faster!”

Robin (Dick Grayson) x Oc

When Robin left Batman, he left behind the only girl he ever loved, Morgan Pennyworth, Alfreds Goddaughter. He tried to get in contact with her after he left but she wasn’t responding, so he assumed that she just didn’t want to talk to him. What he didn’t know was she moved out a little while after he did. She promised Alfred she would stay in contact with him but she got kidnapped by Slade. Who had been watching Robin and Morgan since Batman?

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