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Helping out that biker!Ari anon...

What happens when you scratch his bike accidentally?

Pairing: Biker!Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI

a/n: Written on my phone.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd gathered outside of the bar. The rowdy conversations quickly snuffed out one by one until only low, uneasy murmurs remains.

Your wide eyes are glued to the fallen bike, palm splayed across your slack mouth. Your stomach abruptly swoops down to your feet leaving you lightheaded and the urge to sink to the ground washes over you.

"Ari man, it was an accident," Rick, one of the new mechanics frantically explains, he takes a shaky step towards you as if he's going to place himself between you and the bike at your feet.

He looks over your shoulder and winces. Your stomach drops even more and tears prick the corner of your eyes. There's a long, jagged scratch on the side of Ari's bike. And it's your fault. You bumped into it, not paying attention because you were rushing to meet everyone for drinks.

A shadow falls over you. Ari. Without even looking, you know it's him, his cologne drifts over you and the heat from his body warms your back.

"I'm so sorry." Lowering your head, you stare at the scratch, already calculating the overtime you're going to have to work to pay for this.

He reaches around you and he takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back until you're gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your breath hitches in your chest. His expression is unreadable as he studies your face.

"I can fix this, you know it's not a big deal." Rick rambles, cautiously darting around the two of you.

Ari doesn't respond. And you--you don't even know what's happening, let alone if you should even speak right now. Pulling your hand away from your mouth, he brings your face back, even more, to get a closer look at you, stroking your cheek with his knuckle.

Steve strolls out of the bar, taking in the scene with a knowing smirk. "You know what happens if someone touches our bikes don't ya Sunshine?"

"I'm sorry-" You squeak at his stern question, too wrapped up in whatever is happening between you and Ari to detect the teasing glint in Steve's tone.

Ari on the other hand knows exactly what Steve's doing and he gives his brother a withering look. He grins in return. "You know what you have to do."

"I do." Ari takes a step back, letting you go. He crouches in front of his bike and pushes it upright. He traces over the scratch and glances over his shoulder at you.

Another apology falls from your lips and he glowers. Standing up, he stomps over to you and before you can move, he tosses you over his shoulder, pushing past the crowd, he heads into the bar.

He strolls past the patrons without a second glance and goes inside one of the back offices.

"Ari I can pay for it. I can work extra and I-" You gasp, heat sweeps up your cheek followed by a searing sting. It takes a second to register what just happened until he does it again. His large hand slaps your ass. Harder. And it feels good.

"Apologize again. I dare you Sunshine," he challenges, his deep voice almost a growl, he smacks you one more time before placing you on an empty desk.

You gaze up at him, confused. You were expecting him to be mad but there's an undercurrent of amusement in his eyes. Ari is never amused and it's disconcerting and exhilarating.

"But I-"

Ari takes your chin again and oh something about the way he keeps doing that, his grip firm yet gentle, makes your thighs clench.

Ari knows he should care about his bike but all he could focus on was the way your shoulders were slumped and how devastated you looked outside. He plans on making sure you never have a reason to have that expression on your pretty face again.

Starting now.

"You know what happens when you mess up my bike?" Ari raises his brow, brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

You shake your head, you realize how close he and your clit pulses.. Ari plants his hands by your thighs and he lowers his lips to your ear. You feel so small, protected when he's caging you like this.

That ache in your chest when you saw his bike hit the ground dissipates into a haze of lust. A shiver slithers down your spine when you feel his plush lips move over your sensitive skin.

"I have to punish you," he intones, his hands moving to your soft thighs and he spreads them. "Don't I, Sunshine?"

You've never wanted to be punished for anything in your life until this very moment. You'll gladly take whatever he wants to give you.

His large hands slide up your thighs as he settles between them. Ari moves your dress up to your waist and finds your aching clit, rolling it between his fingers "Might take all night for you to learn your lesson."

Leaning back on your elbows, you let out a soft moan. "Ari, I'm going to be honest with you, if this is your version of a punishment, I'm going to knock over your bike every chance I get. Fuck right there," you sob when he slips a long ringed adorned finger inside your drenched cunt.

"Please don’t." Ari hides his grin, watching your eyes roll back as he finds a rhythm you like. "I don't think my insurance will cover that Sunshine."

You don't care, especially not after he finds a spot inside your pussy that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your veins."Oh fuck, you keep doing that and I might even break in your house and- ohgodyes."

Ari chuckles under his breath. "No need beautiful, I'll make you a key," he whispers to himself.

Can I touch your hair?

Summary: Steven is curious about readers short hair.

Warnings: fluff, sleep deprived Tony Stark beeing Tony Stark

I was sitting in the common room of the avengers tower listening to my podcast, drinking my coffee. My dad Tony had only shuffled past me 5 minutes ago into his room to go to sleep. God only knows how long he had been awake again.

Steve had joined me, having already completed his usual exercise routine. He was sketching something in his pad while eating his breakfast.

He was watching me. As he had been doing on and off for the past few weeks, out of the corner of his eye. Probably thought he was being subtle.

"Can I ask you something?", I asked, stopping my podcast.

He nodded. "Why are you looking at me like that all the time?"

He faltered before shaking his head. "Nothing." he smiled politely and minimally pushed his sketchbook away from me.

"Oh come on. I'm a big girl. I can handle it," I teased. "What do I do to pique the interest of the great Captain America?"

He kneaded his hands. "Can I touch your hair?" he blurted out. Immediately he squinted his eyes and turned bright red. "Never mind. Sorry. That was...forget it," he stammered.

"My hair?", I laughed. "Why?"

He just continued to shake his head. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. You don't ask things like that."

By now he resembled a ripe tomato. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the cutest thing I'd ever seen. "Deep breath big guy. You're very welcome, but I'd still like to know why." I leaned further toward him, resting my head on my fist.

He looked cautiously at me. "They're just so short... And I... Back in my days, women hardly ever had short hair. Not that short at least... And if they did, they were in movies, or in photos, but I never knew anyone... No woman with hair that short and...", he left the sentence unfinished.

"And you're just curious. That's okay," I smiled at him. "You asked me if you could touch my hair, not if you could touch my boobs." He seemed on the verge of collapsing at that comment. "Most people don't even ask. They just mop through it. So knock yourself out." I smiled encouragingly at him and patted his hand.

He lifted it hesitantly and gently stroked along my short bangs before reaching further up and pushing his fingertips through the short strands. "So soft." he smiled.

"You're lucky there's no gel in it.", I smiled. He slid his hand to the back of my head and then on to the trimmed out nape. Most people didn't treat me this tenderly. There was a seductive ease. There was awe in his touch and I surrendered to it. I closed my eyes with relish, enjoying the gentle caress of his fingers on my neck.

"Hey!" a shrill voice snapped us out of our little bubble. My dad was standing in front of us still with dark circles under his eyes, staring at us in bewilderment. "Film that soft porn in one of your rooms, will you!"

"Don't be so dramatic," I sighed.

Dad just shook his head. "That's my daughter! Don't you ever think about the bro-code man?" he shook his head in mock disappointment. "Don't you dare dishonor her. I want to see a ring on that finger! Got it?"

"Dad go to sleep.", I said firmly.

"I'm fine."

"Friday how long has he been up?", I asked.

"Sixty-eight hours miss." came the immediate reply.

"Go to bed!", I ordered.

"All right." he grumbled. "You're almost like Pepper.", he grumbled inarticulately into his beard on his way out.

I shook my head with a sigh. I looked at Steve, who was bright red again, and grinned. "And was I able to satisfy your curiosity?", I asked jokingly. He just nodded without looking at me and quickly took a sip of his coffee.

"Friday showed me the pictures you drew of me, by the way. They're really good."

He choked on his coffee, a small amount shooting through his nose.

I laughed. "How do you feel about dinner?"

Photo negatives

Summary: Ransom and his soulmate are photo negatives. But it works.

Word Count: 654

Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n)

Here is how Ransom met his soulmate: https://www.tumblr.com/drmaddict/719495908948049920/soulmate?source=share

Ransom was pretty sure that he and his soulmate were photo negatives.

She was shy. He was quick-tempered. She preferred to never leave the house. He wanted to go out partying. She was an early riser. He slept late into the afternoon. She loved animals. He never wanted pets.

Wanted. And yet the old one-eyed cat looked at him from the sofa, annoyed. Not even a pedigree cat had it become. She had gone to the shelter and asked which animal had the least chance of being adopted. Home she came with a 16-year-old mummy, who was missing an eye, had several bald spots, was half blind in his existing eye, and had chronic sinusitis. The cat jumped up and left the living room. Ransom looked after him disapprovingly. He called it a creature. She called him Edgar.

Once, for her sake, he had given the bastard his pills. Afterwards, he had recorded that he would rather shave his head than be mauled by the critter again. (Y/n) had amusedly disinfected the "scratch" on his hand. "That's not funny." "Of course not... A little lower and we would have had to go to the emergency room." He'd ignored her smirk and had the band-aid applied. It had been a serious injury.

She could cook. He could burn water. He wanted to take her shopping to spoil her and she wanted to drag him to a secondhand store first of all.

They weren't a good match. Except in bed. Ransom smirked at the thought. For someone so quiet and shy, she had insanely creative ideas.

But that aside, he just didn't understand why fate had stuck the two of them together of all people.

He was... happy. With her he was really happy. With her simple nature. No ambush. No drama. Well. Almost no drama.

For the past few weeks, she had gotten it into her head that she wanted to meet his family. Today they would all meet and she wasn't going away from the idea, that it would be best to rip off the metaphorical band-qid quickly and all at once. He had sworn to himself to be tough. Now here he was, waiting for her to get ready for his damn family's celebration. It wasn't going to go well. It couldn't go well. She would leave him. If his mother got a hold of her at the latest, she would leave him. No one would be willing to put themself through that for the rest of his life. Especially not because of someone like him. When had he started to see this as the rest of his life? He broke out in a sweat.

 (Y/n) came down the stairs. She was wearing a simple black dress. They had picked it out together. He had bought it for her. "Too much?" she asked uncertainly, pointing down at herself. "Perfect," was all he returned. He had never seen her look so chic.

"Can we?" she asked. "Are you really sure?" he asked for the hundredth time. She smiled at him calmly. "I've been waiting tables in luxury restaurants since I was seventeen." She poked him on the nose. "Your family must be going all out to make me back down." She stroked the back of his neck. "You're not nice all the time because nothing bad ever happened to you."

He gave her an appraising look. She giggled. "Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave." She kissed him on the nose. "I have a reward for you, too." He looked ather testingly. "What kind of reward?" "I went to your favorite store." She grinned. He grinned back. "I get something to play with?" "And a pretty package."

He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the door. "You’ll have a stomachache after dinner because you couldn't stomach something," he determined.

She willingly let him pull her along, grinning.