#Marvel One Shots

[inkblot-inc]

A Trip Around The Sun

Summary: From the RCD Universe; It's been a year since you and Wanda made things official, so who doesn't love a little anniversary somethin' somethin'?

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

Warning(s): There's smut in this one so just to be sure: This is 18+ ONLY so MINORS DNI. Fingering (w receiving), oral sex (w recieving). The sex aside, this one's pretty sappy overall. I don't even think there's that much language in this one, bud.

Note(s): What better way to break in 2024 than with a little sweetness between two of my favorites? Granted this would have gone up yesterday had my power not gone out after coming home from my vacation, but ah well, we're here now. I hope y'all enjoy this one :3

Word Count: well into 2.7k baybee

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

Tonight was you and Wanda's one year anniversary and you wanted to leave with enough time to get home before Wanda and get changed for the plans you arranged tonight.

Wanda had been texting you as much as she could throughout the day in addition to packing your favorite for lunch. The texts had started out innocent and then got progressively heavier with innuendos later in the day. Needless to say, you were all but ready to finally see your girl.

You just finished cleaning up your station for the evening, making sure everything was powered off and in its proper place for when you come in the day after tomorrow. Before you walked out of the shop, you stopped in Logan's office as per usual. You walked in to see him going through papers. Inventory reports from what you were able to catch.

Logan looks up from his work, "Leaving early?"

You can't help the smile that blooms on your face as you answer. "Yeah, it's mine and Wanda's anniversary tonight. Wanted to take her out for the night, I even got reservations for seven."

Logan simply nods along with your explanation. "Where are you takin' her?"

There's a bit of hesitance in your voice as your eyes focus more on the older man's desk. "Carnivora Snow. She's never been, I don't think, But I think it'd be nice."

Logan doesn't respond for a good minute, before you wind up looking back at him. Logan sets down his paperwork. "Well, say hi for me, bub. And have a good night." His voice is just a little bit less gruff than usual.

Your smile is smaller but doesn't lose its warmth. "That's the plan."

After you leave Logan's office and close the door behind you, he just sits there for a second to have a moment to himself.

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It's 4:45 PM when you get home, and the first thing you do is go to shower and change clothes. You change into a black form-fitting suit; nothing egregious, but definitely formal enough to fit the occasion. You leave the top two buttons of your gray button-down shirt undone and wear a few silver rings to accessorize. You take your time to get the look just right since you're the first one home from work.

It's 5:30PM when Wanda gets in from work, your interaction is brief seeing as you both wanted to make it to your reservations on time. You mainly stuck to quick banter about your work days as you both finished getting ready to leave.

Wanda comes out of her personal room wearing a merlot red off-shoulder gown, with a silver piece of jewelry that mimics a tied neck for the dress. You realize that it disappears under said dress as well. Before your curiosity distracts you, you realize that it's 6:20PM and that you'll make your reservation with just enough time. After a brief deliberation, you opt to drive to the restaurant in Wanda's car rather than in your truck.

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Carnivora Snow is a Restaurant in New York that is well on its way to getting a Michelin star. With its reservation list almost always filled, you had to pull a few strings you hadn't used in a while to get seating for the two of you tonight, but it was more than worth it.

Both of you were having a wonderful time so far, with Wanda ordering Honey Garlic Salmon while you had the Chicken Kyiv this time around.

It was clear you both were enjoying yourselves, not just in terms of company, but food as well. Particularly when she noticed how quickly you were polishing your plate. "That good, huh?"

You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth before answering her, "I swear they snuck crack in this Chicken, Wands. The mashed potatoes are really good too,"

She smiled at your sheepish reply, "Do you mind if I try some?" You shook your head as you pushed your plate in Wanda's direction.

After cutting a piece of her own and trying it, she hummed in approval as her eyes lit up. "That's delicious,"

"Right? It's gotta be crack." Wanda laughed at the fake suspicion in your voice. Her food was quite good as well, but she made a note to herself to order this the next time she came here as she cut herself another piece. Wanda continued to laugh freely as you idly chatted over dinner and exchanged bites of the other's entrees.

You both split the cost when the check came, but you got up to go the restroom while you were waiting. You passed the Teppanyaki-style section of the restaurant on your way back, seeing two chefs in the front preparing food in front of other guests before you caught sight of another female chef in the back.

You met eyes with said chef before her eyes widened slightly. You see her talk to one of the other cooks before going through a side door to meeting you out on the floor.

The woman moved the blonde whisps peeking through her hat, surprise still settling into her features. "You're really here. Part of me thought you wouldn't show..."

You raised a brow with a teasing smile, "I contacted you, 'Lena"

She nods, more to herself than anything. "I know, it's just...been a minute you know?"

You completely understood, it's been a busy few months because of the holiday season after all. "Logan says hey, by the way."

Yelena's answering smile is more sincere, "Well 'hey' to the old man. Anyways, how have you been? You said you were bringing your lady friend here with you."

You grinned at the mere mention of Wanda. "I did I did, she's still at our table. I'll introduce you before we leave."

After a second, your bright smile turns into a somber one. "How is she?"

Yelena's smile also dims, "Busy. Quiet.... She usually throws herself into her work this time of year. There's all the events coming after the holidays for her to plan and plan."

You nod as you try not to think too hard on what you heard. It was around this time that year too... "Well, I'll see you in a minute, we'll be at the front to finish paying" You squeeze Yelena's shoulder with your hand before you turn to walk back to your table.

Yelena simply watches your back before going back to let her workers know she'd be gone for another ten minutes.

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Wanda is gathering her bag when you come back, "Are we all set to go?"

She stands up to meet you with the check in her hand. "Yes we are. Was there a line at the bathroom?"

You take Wanda's hand in yours as you both walk to the front of the restaurant "it was a bit of a line, yeah. but there's someone I want you to meet before we go."

By the time the both of you get to the register, Yelena is there waiting for you. You gesture towards the blonde, "'Lena, this is my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is my childhood friend, Yelena Belova. She also happens to own this establishment."

Yelena offers her hand to Wanda, who gladly takes it. "It's a pleasure to meet Y/n's instantly better half. They are very lucky to have you," she turns to you, "You are very lucky to have her,"

You roll your eyes at Yelena's teasing smirk as Wanda chuckles at her remark. "I don't need you to tell me that, I am highly aware."

Wanda rubs your arm in a overly soothing gesture, "We're both lucky, darling."

You lightly groan in fake irritation, "I regret this already." Both of them continue to joke at your expense, and you can't help but be relieved that they seemed to get along rather quickly.

After they exchanged phone numbers, you said your goodbyes actually getting a rare hug out of Yelena along with a promise to meet up again soon.

When You and Wanda left the restaurant, you give Wanda your suit jacket to avoid the brisk night air.

Wanda gratefully puts it on as you both make your way to her car. "Yelena seems really nice, honey. She reminds me of one of my work colleagues."

You open the car door for her before getting in yourself. "Yeah? She can be a bit much, but we're locked in like this," You crossed your fingers with one hand. "We met in middle school, so she's basically family anyway,"

"I bet the both of you were trouble together,"

"Eh, you'd win that bet," You chuckle to yourself as Wanda takes your free hand in her lap on the ride back home while you told recalled some of the things you got into (and sometimes paid for) with your oldest childhood friend.

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About halfway home, the energy in the car was different. As the troublemaker stories petered out, the more the both of you were focused on each other. The moment the two of you got back home from Carnivora Snow, the atmosphere was charged with intention.

The two of you were almost glued together as you made your way to the master bedroom. Wanda only separated from you long enough to go around the opposite side of the bed to undress, albeit slowly. You're admittedly less graceful while undressing in comparison to Wanda's slow striptease. Your impatience brought you around to Wanda's side of the bed just as she took off her shoes. You grasped at Wanda's borrowed jacket to feel more of her skin, and you watched it flush as your lips went from her face to her neck. The silky cloth could hardly compare.

"You look so beautiful tonight, doll," Your hands rest on Wanda's hips as her own reach up to unzip the back of her dress, and your eyes stay on hers in the full-length mirror across from the two of you as your lips stay level with her shoulder. "Y'know, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at dinner..."

Wanda's smirk held nothing but mischief as she turned to look at you briefly, "Is that right?"

Wanda got the zipper about halfway done before you took it upon yourself to pull it the rest of the way down, the material going slack on her body. "Mhm, but now I don't have to even try to keep my hands off of you."

Your eyes enjoyed everything about the view; Along with more exposed goosebumps, the body jewelry Wanda wore for tonight was fully visible, the fine silver innocently clasped around her neck draped over her chest and caressed just under her breasts. With Wanda's stiff peaks coming through the thin tassels, the piece flattered her figure more than you thought anything could.

You let the fabric pool on the floor and ran your hands under the jewels to knead Wanda's breasts. A sigh left Wanda's mouth as she leaned back onto your front. You took the opportunity to pinch her nipple, making her moan from the sudden sensation.

Wanda takes her other hand to turn your face to look at her. "I need more, detka."

You tweak Wanda's nipple harder, making her cry out before running your free hand down from her hip to her navel before going under Wanda's lacey underwear.

You lift your head to meet Wanda's ear, "Just relax for me, I'll make you feel good baby. Promise."

Your index and middle fingers gathered some of Wanda's slick before they made contact with her clit and started to massage the bundle of nerves. Wanda's moans began to mix with each other as she squirmed under your hold, her eyes fluttering shut.

You pressed lightly on Wanda's clit making her gasp and open her eyes again. "Ah ah, I want you to watch me, doll."

Wanda's eyes gazed at the two of you in the mirror as your fingers went further until they sunk into her fully, curling inside.

You pumped your fingers in and out of Wanda's wetness at a steady pace, making her arch into your hand in search of more friction. "Harder, please! I've been waiting for this all night,"

You can't help but oblige as you push your fingers to go deeper, even adding a third finger to stretch Wanda out more. "Yeah? this is what you wanted, baby?"

"Yes yes yes! Just like that! God, you feel so good," Wanda's voice borders on breathless as she becomes like putty in your hands, her eyes half-lidded as she keeps her eyes on the two of you.

You pull Wanda to sit down with you on the end of the bed on your lap, as you continue to fuck her with your fingers, your thumb rubbing her clit to bring her closer to her high. Wanda cries out as you start moving your fingers at a feverish pace while continuing to knead her breast with your other hand.

You put your lips to her ear again, "Are you gonna cum for me, doll?" Wanda nods her head rapidly before you pull your fingers out of her making her groan at the lost feeling.

You lift your hand covered with Wanda's slick for her to see, "Look at the mess you were making all over my hand, Wandy." She watches you as you bring the soaked digits to your mouth to suck them clean.

Before Wanda can completely lose her high though, you move her to lay down on the bed fully while you settle below her on your stomach. You snag a pillow to place under her waist for comfort. Wanda's legs settle on your shoulders as your mouth becomes level with her pussy. While your arms hook around Wanda's thighs, you keep a thumb pressed to her clit while you eat her out. It doesn't take her long to get right back to where she ached to be.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" Your other hand holds her entrance open as your tongue chases her release with her. Wanda's hips spasm in your hold as you continue to help her through her orgasm.

You lift your head to look up at Wanda, hair long since falling out of the updo she carefully placed it in, the auburn tresses spread out on the sheets around her. You carefully move out from underneath Wanda to join her at the top of the bed.

Both of you finally took the time to catch your breath again, tremors continued to pulse through her still.

after laying down for a while, you untangled yourself from Wanda before sitting up. "I'm gonna get the shower going so the water can heat up, Alright?"

Wanda nodded with a lazy smile as you pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of the bed. She lightly grabbed your wrist, "I'm going to need you to carry to the bathroom though."

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With the two of you showered and dressed for bed, your hand rested on Wanda's thigh as Wanda pulled up I Love Lucy on the TV. With Wanda's head on your chest, her hand toying with the hem of your wife beater. It was a peaceful, lulling atmosphere as the two of you enjoyed your shared space.

"Y/n, sweetie," Wanda's eyes stay on the show, and you can hear Wanda swallow before she speaks up. "I wanted to ask if you'll come to Fashion Week with me."

You move your head to look at Wanda properly. New York Fashion Week was in a little over a week from now, and you were prepared to stay home again. Wanda puts very little of her private life in the public eye, preferring to keep the two separate. With how naturally nosy people are, it makes sense to want that boundary.

A small smile forming on your face as you rubbed one of her shoulders to soothe the nerves you could already feel cropping up. "You really want me to go?"

"Mhm, I want you there with me. I barely got through our phone calls without caving and having you come down last year. It scares me a little that I've gotten so attached to you in what feels like so little time. I just-... I feel better with you beside me."

You leaned down to gently press your lips to Wanda's. "I'll gladly go with you then, Wanda." Your lips caressed each other again before you separated with both of your heads still resting on each other.

A smile grew on Wanda's face to match your own. "Happy anniversary, Y/n."

Happy anniversary, Wanda."

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[chloedrewitt]

I Can See You - Stephen Strange x Reader [Christmas Special]

summary: You are a student of the mystic arts, studying at the Sanctum Sanctorum under Doctor Strange's and Wong's guidance. You are nearing the end of your apprenticeship, and ready to celebrate at the Kamar-Taj Christmas party, yet your growing attraction to Stephen makes it hard to focus on much else (not even those delicious roasted almonds you love so much). When you sprain your ankle, and Stephen is there to offer his aid, you realize that his cold demeanor towards you might not be because of negative feelings after all.

pairing: Stephen Strange x Apprentice!Reader

word count: 3k

warnings: age gap

a/n: Merry Christmas everyone! This is another contribution to my Swift series <3 and a Christmas special. My next one shots will be accepted requests.

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And we kept everything professional But something's changed, it's something I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You were standing in the hallway of the Sanctum Sanctorum, a book in your hand. Quietly humming the tune you were listening to through your earbuds, you browsed the pages. The Sanctum was quiet, with Wong away on some business and Stephen having barricaded himself in his study. Most days were like this, so you had to find ways to entertain yourself when Stephen or Wong did not bother you with magical training. 

You were in the last year of your apprenticeship and could call yourself a master of the mystic arts as soon as next year was only one week away. You had been looking forward to spending this month with Christmas activities, but had been met with extra work given to you by your fellow sorcerers. Although you were their apprentice, you had become more of a friend who was magically similarly powerful to them already, just in a different way.

As a natural witch, you had a certain affinity towards magic, yet the mystic arts were not the type of magic that was inherited and so you had had to work your way up the ladder just like any other student of Kamar-Taj had. 

You hadn't been to Kamar-Taj in ages, so you were very excited about the Christmas party that would take place later today. You would see your friends from your first year at the temple again. It was extremely exciting to properly socialize since Stephen barely paid attention to you outside of his lectures and assignments, and you barely knew anyone from this city; you had grown up in a remote town far away from New York.

You put the book back where it belonged and left the living area to climb the large staircase that dominated the foyer. Its railing had been decorated with lights that glowed in even intervals. 

“(y/n)!” You heard someone shout your name behind you, so you stopped in your tracks and turned around, tapping on your left earbud once so the music would stop. 

Stephen stood in front of you with his arms crossed in front of his chest and an annoyed expression on his face.

“Have you finished your paper on interdimensional threat elimination yet? Wong said he’s still waiting for your email.”

“Of course,” you replied, taking the earbuds out and dropping them into your pocket. “I wanted to send it to him just now.” You wanted to say how unnecessary it was to give you one last assignment that was due on Christmas, and a theory one at that, but you bit your tongue and swallowed the thought.

He hummed a response, cold gaze lingering on you while he seemed to think about your answer. Without another word, Stephen then turned on his heel and left for the kitchen, leaving you standing on the staircase. 

You sighed and continued towards your room. The way he spoke with you lately was getting on your nerves, and you realized how he could sometimes not even look at you. It stung, wondering how his opinion of you could have dropped this much, especially in regards to the secret feelings you harbored for the sorcerer.

You closed the door behind you when you reached your room, trying to forget the encounter you had just had. Your room was moderately sized, with antique furniture and a large golden mirror next to your king-sized bed, neatly made with green velvet bedding. 

To get into the Christmas spirit, you had decorated your room a little with some lights and a wreath, whose four thick candles were each lit, enchanted so they wouldn't extinguish or transfer the flame to any flammable object. 

You approached your desk in front of your window, letting yourself sink into the office chair in front of it. You had a good view of the business of Bleecker Street, so you observed for just a moment longer. There were many cars today, and people dressed in thick jackets that kept them safe from the falling snow, carrying presents in large bags or underneath their arms.

You smiled softly as you opened your laptop and quickly sent Wong and Stephen the PDF document. Normally, you would have gone over it again but today you really did not have the nerve or the motivation to do so. Besides, you had been done with it for almost a week already. 

After placing your earbuds back inside their case and leaving them on your nightstand, you exited your room, heading down the hall to Stephen's study. It was the first room next to the stairs, and its door was typically closed. Today was no exception. You knocked carefully and pushed it open a bit.

“Yes?” Stephen said without looking up, keeping his eyes firmly on the book he held in his hands.

You opened the door further and leaned against the doorframe, studying your mentor with a raised eyebrow. Sometimes, you wondered if he used his excessive research as a coping mechanism, as there was no way a single person could be so intertwined with their work.

“I sent you the email,” you informed him, your eyes resting on the book in his hands. “And I was wondering when you would want to meet downstairs for the Christmas party at Kamar-Taj.”

Stephen sighed, placing the book back onto the shelf. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

"Right, the Christmas party," he said. "Wong mentioned it.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, trying to read him, realizing that he had forgotten all about it until now. You sighed, averting your gaze for a moment.

“You don't plan to attend?”

“I do not. It would be irresponsible of me to leave the Sanctum unattended on Christmas.” He walked around his desk and let himself fall into his chair, turning his PC on with a click of his mouse.

“The last time you went to a party was the full moon one two years ago,” you reminded him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

He was about to reply when he stopped for a second, looking at you perplexed. “You remember that?”

“Either way,” you continued, ignoring his question as you placed one hand on his mahogany desk, “Wong said he'd make sure someone would be there to take care of the Sanctum. So if you want to come along, he and I will meet in the foyer at seven.”

Stephen looked up at you while his fingers ghosted over the keyboard of his PC, but you didn't give him time to answer as you turned and left his study, closing the door behind you.

It took you some time to get ready, and music could be heard coming from your room throughout it all. You had opted for a short red dress that sparkled in the light of your room. It was dark outside when you were done, and you were very thankful for the time spell put on Kamar-Taj today so that time zones did not matter. You couldn't imagine getting ready like this at eight in the morning.

You put on your heels, and grabbed your coat and a clutch before you left your room, locking it with your magic. The cold New York air caused goosebumps to appear on your legs; a window must have been opened somewhere. 

You descended the stairs, gripping the railing to steady yourself in the heels you wore, careful not to trip. A smile appeared on your face as you spotted Wong standing at the foot of the stairs. He was dressed elegantly, yet not overly so for a simple Christmas party.

“Will Stephen not be joining us?” he asked, blinking at you while scanning the stairs behind you in search of the other man. You merely shrugged your shoulders in response.

Before you could reply, Stephen emerged from the Sanctum library to your right and joined the two of you. He wore a white shirt and a tie, his hands hidden inside the pockets of his black trousers. A red scarf hung around his shoulders, and you immediately recognized the cloak of levitation’s pattern in the fabric.

“And here I thought you'd be spending most of the evening studying a tome,” you teased, looking up at him to meet his eye.

“Well, this party can also be seen as a celebration of you becoming a master of the mystic arts. What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't celebrate that?”

Wong shook his head, extending his arms to create a portal in the middle of the Sanctum’s foyer. It came alive in a frame of sparks, glistening yellow and bright, reflecting in the gemstone you were wearing around your neck. It had no magic, yet it complemented your eyes.

“(y/n) is more of a friend than an apprentice, Stephen. To both of us. You should not see this as an obligation.”

You pursed your lips as the awkward silence that followed, but Wong had only said the words out loud that you had been thinking the entire past weeks.

Stephen did not reply and you could not bring yourself to meet his eye, so you only offered Wong a faint smile before stepping through the portal. 

All three of you exited the portal in the heart of Kamar-Taj, where ancient buildings adorned with mystical symbols rose against the darkening sky. A warm, magical glow enveloped the surroundings as you entered the main building, greeted by practitioners of the mystic arts who were adorned in elaborate robes, mingled beneath enchanted decorations that turned the air into a cascade of glittering snowflakes. The aroma of exotic spices drifted through the air, and you immediately felt your mouth water. 

You navigated through the lively crowd, and your face lit up when you spotted old friends and mentors from your time at the temple. You immediately engaged in conversation with them, Stephen and Wong joining you. Each of you took a drink from a nearby floating tray, clinking your glasses. Wong seemed to be feeling particularly sociable, but Stephen did not say much, his gaze occasionally landing on you or his wine glass.

“Please excuse me,” Stephen said after a while, leaning towards your little group so you could be heard better against the loud music and vibrant chatter around you.

When he turned to leave, he accidentally brushed his hand against yours in the process, causing you to freeze for a second and meet his gaze. His bright blue eyes held you captive, and you swore you could hear the music fade in the background. Before you could react in any way, however, Stephen had already cleared his throat and maneuvered around you, downing his drink.

You looked after him, lips slightly parted, before Roslyn, a girl who had started her magical studies around the same time as you, snapped you back into reality. “You good, (y/n)?”

“Um, yeah,” you replied, smiling a little awkwardly when you looked at Wong, who had a faint grin on his lips. “What?” you asked, almost snapped, but Wong only raised his arms in defense.

“I didn’t say anything.”

You cleared your throat again, offering the gathered a smile before excusing yourself as well. You found your way to the buffet outside with flushed cheeks, set up in a place usually used for training. The air was cool but not cold enough to make you shiver. You smiled at the faces that were familiar to you and muttered a few greetings when people approached you.

The buffet was large, but your focus lay on a bowl with roasted almonds, which you had always loved since you were a little child. You took a smaller bowl and a spoon and put some almonds in yours before leaving the training area, popping one deliciously sweet almond into your mouth. As you were about to climb the flight of stairs leading back up to the main building, a drunk boy, who couldn't have been older than sixteen, bumped into you.

You tried to regain your balance, but you stepped onto the stone floor wrong, causing your ankle to twist at an awkward angle. Hissing, you held your ankle as a sharp pain shot through your leg. Your bowl of almonds had shattered on the ground next to you, and you stoically twirled your hand, using witchcraft to make the pieces disappear. The mystic arts required too much concentration and handwork at times, and your innate magic often came in handy.

“Watch where you’re going, dude!” you shouted, but the boy had already left. He probably did not even realize what happened.

You attempted to walk, but each step hurt more than the other, so you took your heels off and limped into the building. Shoes dangling from your right hand, you used the other to hold onto pillars and walls to stabilize yourself, trying to find a quiet spot. At this time, the library would be empty, and it was not far either.

With the aid of magic, you opened the heavy library door and let it fall shut behind you, exhaling deeply as the loud noises were muffled by the door. Cursing, you slowly walked over to an armchair nearby and sat down on it. Your heels landed on the floor, your hands both massaging the hurting ankle. You barely even registered the books that surrounded you, some of which were bound by chains. Back when you were studying in Kamar-Taj, you had always wondered about their contents, but now you could only focus on the pain.

“(y/n)?” You heard Stephen ask, lifting your head to see him appear from behind a bookshelf, brow raised. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Some drunkard ran into me, and I think I sprained my ankle.” You leaned back in your seat, sighing as you cursed yourself for never having shown much interest in healing magic.

Stephen put the book in his hands aside and approached you. “Let me see,” he said calmly as he crouched down in front of you and lifted your ankle with his hands. You hissed at the sudden contact, the pain intensifying for a second. You sometimes forgot that he had been a surgeon before a sorcerer, so you watched as his skillful hands felt for any severe injury, occasionally causing you to wince in pain.

“It’s sprained,” he agreed, not waiting for a response. His hands began to glow in a faint yellow light, the healing warmth instantly relieving your stressed joint. As Stephen slowly worked on your ankle, your eyes locked. His hand traced gentle circles on your skin, and you weren’t sure whether this was required for the spell, but you did not protest, even finding yourself closing your eyes in response to his touch.

“You have a knack for finding trouble. I don’t think that’s ever going to change, is it?” He asked, a smile playing on his lips as you opened your eyes to meet his.

“A sprained ankle is hardly trouble, compared to the other things you had to keep up with these past two years,” you said, chuckling softly. He did not reply.

The pain ceased, and Stephen let go of your ankle. He rested his arm on his knee as you studied the injury, realizing that he had healed it completely.

“Thanks,” you said a little shyly, which even surprised you.

Not wanting the situation to turn into an awkward silence, you stood from your seat, causing him to do the same.

You were about to turn and leave, lips parted to say goodbye, when you noticed him staring at something above you. You followed his eyes and blushed deeply as you saw mistletoe floating in the air between you, surrounded by a golden shimmer.

Swallowing, you looked back at him, blushing deeper as you asked, “Are you doing this?”

You felt stupid because of how hopeful your voice sounded; it was hard to deny you liked him, but he had always been rather cold towards you, which was why you were so glad that Wong had always been so nice to you. If he only knew the way you saw him, you were sure he’d never speak to you again.

Stephen looked from the mistletoe to you, shaking his head slowly. “No, I'm not.”

Realizing that this must be some joke one of the other sorcerers was playing on you, you quickly excused yourself and apologized, turning to leave when his hand on your wrist stopped you.

You turned to look at him, your eyes wide in surprise.

“I didn't say you have to leave,” he whispered, his eyes briefly dropping to your lips. It was hard to breathe when you watched him inch closer towards you, giving you enough time to back away if you wanted to.

He raised his hand to touch your cheek gently, brushing some strands of hair out of your face before burying his fingers in your waves. Something had changed in the way he looked at you, and now that you thought about it, it had changed a while ago already. Precisely around the time he had started acting colder towards you.

Stephen was so close now that you could see the small dark speckle in his blue eyes, something you had never really noticed before. You held your breath as you saw him pull away, conflict written all over his face.

It was your turn to hold onto his wrist, making him look at you. You didn’t know what encouraged you to press your lips against his, but as it happened, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him close. You felt him tense against you; he had not anticipated your boldness, but soon he melted into the kiss, holding you by the small of your back.

As you pulled away, you smiled up at him, only to realize that the mistletoe had disappeared, but Stephen placed a hand on your cheek and directed your gaze back to him.

“Merry Christmas, (y/n),” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You saw how your red lipstick had stained his own lips. With a small smile, Stephen leaned in again, capturing your lips in another lingering kiss. The soft glow of your magic enveloped you both, creating an aura of enchantment in the quiet corner of the mystical library. It was in involuntary response to his touch; emotions guiding sorcery. As he pulled away, he met your gaze, and there was a newfound warmth in his eyes, a spark of something unspoken yet profound. 

I can see you in your suit and your necktie Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight" Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell

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[spidey-d00d]

Recommend me the most angsty shit y’all got, I’m deprived

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[lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love]

Hi! I’ve recently joined tumblr and I love your writing. Do you think you could do one where fem!teen!reader has a father-daughter dance but she doesn’t have a father/doesn’t have a good relationship with him and someone like rdj finds out and takes her instead? If not it’s okay.

Notes: I’d like to thank @deadlymistletoe for the request! I hope you enjoy it.

I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.

Warnings: Poor relationship with father, some angst, some comfort, spelling/grammatical errors, very bad writing 🤷‍♂️, anything else I failed to mention

Word Count: 590 (give or take)

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You don’t have a really good relationship with your father

He’s been in and out of your life for as long as you can remember

You’ve gone through every possible emotion when it comes to your father’s unreliable nature, now you’re in a mixture of numbness, exhaustion and disappointment

You’re in high school now, and it’s been roughly two and a half years since you last heard from him

It’s not uncommon for him to disappear for extended periods of time, but this has to be the longest

You don’t really care at this point

Getting all worked up over it won’t make a difference

Then your school announced it’ll be hosting a father daughter dance

Some of your friends expressed interest in it

You played it off like you weren’t interested

But deep down, there were some emotions swirling around

Insecurities on not having a stable father figure in your life

Anger that your father never made time for you

Sadness that maybe you were never enough for him

Feelings you never knew existed until then

Maybe you always knew they existed but you chose to ignore them

Your mother is the first to notice something being off about you

You try to brush it off but you crumble and tell her

She reassures you it’s okay and tries to make you feel better; it doesn’t really work

So you try to distract yourself

If you can make it through the week until the stupid dance blows over, then you’ll be fine

You put even more time into studying and homework

You rehearsed your lines over and over for the upcoming movie you’re in

You even called your costars to see if they’d be interested in helping

Robert agreed without hesitation

He was the only one available at the moment so it worked out

It didn’t take him long to realize something was up with you

He waited until you would tell him, but you didn’t

So he asked and you tried brushing it off

And he gave you a look, and you nearly caved

And he kept giving you the look, so you did

You explained the situation and went off about how it was ridiculous to feel that way about your school’s father daughter dance, but there was that unresolved something deep inside you that wouldn’t leave you alone and you half expected it to go away once the dance passed and by the time you finished explaining you were out of breath

Robert didn’t say anything

After a minute you felt a little nervous

After three, you felt self conscious

After nearly five minutes you felt you’d crossed some kind of line by telling him all that

Then he asks something that made you sputter in an attempt to respond for a good thirty seconds

“Why don’t I go with you?”

You told him it wasn’t necessary, that it was some stupid school dance and that you didn’t want him to feel obligated over something like that

“…you’ve got your own family, I don’t want to take you away from them.”

Robert shrugged, “I’ll talk to Susan about it. It’s not a big deal trust me.”

You felt guilt wash over you

Why’d you tell him about this? Now he’s asking to go with you out of pity

You refused to look at him

“Y/N, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine, but my offer still stands.” Robert’s voice is comforting but you only shrug in response. “Wanna get back to rehearsing?”

You nodded

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[stylesluxx]

let’s get married – s.rogers

[warnings: none!]

summary: in which morgan is curious

word count: 1,179

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Morgan had been attached to your hip ever since she was born. You were Pepper's assistant turned occasional babysitter since you were the only person she could trust to watch over her daughter. (She was also too lazy and preoccupied to find an actual babysitter.)

But you didn't mind; Morgan was a well-behaved kid and you adored her. She'd sit on your lap and watch cartoons while you filled out paperwork. Or sometimes she'd sit in the red beanbag chair you bought her just for your office, but she always preferred your lap.

When you met Steve, you were bringing Morgan to Tony's office and the two men were sitting across from each other in the middle of a heated discussion.

Glass windows kept their conversation private but anybody that walked by could tell it was tense. Morgan being a child, couldn't tell they were in the middle of an important meeting as she ran into the office.

But her presence was welcomed; you could practically see the tension dissipate as both Tony and Steve lit up at the sight of her, smiles adorning their faces. They looked just like kids in a candy store.

"Sorry, she's too fast for me to keep up sometimes," You apologized once you walked into the office.

"Yeah well, she's a Stark so that's a given," Tony shrugged, making you playfully roll your eyes. "But thanks for bringing her in just in time for lunch."

"Yeah, no problem. Pepper says no sweets," You reminded him as he picked up Morgan and placed her on his lap, ruffling her hair once she was settled.

"Gotcha. See you tomorrow?"

You nodded and went to leave the office but were stopped by the other man in the room. "Wait, Tony, you're not going to introduce me to your friend?"

"She's hardly my friend-"

"Tony. We're friends," You cut him off and turned to face Steve. "I'm Y/N, Pepper's full-time assistant and Morgan's part-time babysitter."

You extended your hand for him to shake and he stood up with a smile before taking your hand in his and shaking it.

"And a full-time pain in my-"

"I'm Steve," He smiled.

"I know. Nice to meet you, Steve," You smiled back, not taking your eyes away from his blue ones. "This is so gross."

As you let go of Steve's hand, you turned to face Tony. "Don't be a jerk, Tony. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," He nodded and playfully shooed you off with the flick of his hand.

"See you tomorrow," Steve added, making you lift your eyebrow at his words.

Steve was hardly ever in Tony's vicinity, let alone office, which was why this was your first time meeting despite being Pepper's assistant for years. You were shocked that he'd be around tomorrow but you didn't show it.

"Okay," You chuckled before giving him a smirk. "See you tomorrow." Two years later, here you were sleeping on the couch with Morgan sleeping on top of you. The Corpse Bride played in the background as you two took your daily, after-school nap.

Steve wasn't supposed to be home for at least another week, but when he walked into your shared apartment and saw you and Morgan, he was happier than usual to be home.

As she heard the door shut, both you and Morgan opened your eyes. She peeled herself up to look at who just walked in but you knew it was Steve, so you just shut your eyes and tried to drift back into your nap.

"Uncle Steve?" She mumbled, her small voice groggy.

"Hey Squirt," You heard him greet her and you could practically see the smile on his face despite your eyes being closed.

"'m hungry."

He chuckled before saying, "okay," and offering her a grilled cheese.

When you finally decided to get up maybe an hour later, you could hear Morgan going on about a story her friend told her at school.

Her friend, Candace, was the flower girl at her aunt's wedding and all the girls in her class were jealous of her.

But Morgan was a Stark and she'd find a way to get what she wanted.

"So, since my friend was a flower girl at her aunt's wedding, I can be the flower girl at your wedding right, Uncle Steve?"

Your eyes shot open and you sat up abruptly at the question. "What's going on?"

"Aunt Y/N, when are you and Uncle Steve getting married?" Morgan asked from her seat on top of the island.

"Uh..."

"You don't know?"

Your cheeks grew hot and your eyes grew wide. You were shocked by the question and somewhat embarrassed by the fact that a child was concerned with your love life.

"Why won't you marry my aunt?" Morgan turned to Steve.

He choked on the air he gasped in causing Morgan to push his glass of water closer to him, but she still kept a serious face, obviously wanting answers.

"Morgan how about-" A knock on the door stopped you from your attempt to change the conversation. "Right on time," You mumbled and speed walked to the front door.

Steve got his breathing back together and helped Morgan put her shoes and backpack on while you answered the door.

"How was she?" Tony asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

"She was really curious today but well behaved as always."

Steve bounded over to you two, Morgan resting on his right hip and his left arm wrapping around your waist.

"Well, you guys look like a right happy family!" Tony teased before gently taking Morgan into his arms and kissing her cheek.

You and Steve awkwardly chuckled and then you scrunched your face in discomfort.

"Well, technically we are family-"

"No, Y/N's family. You two aren't married yet so-"

"Bye Morgan!"

You were quick to shut the door in Tony's face, not wanting to hear any more talk about marriage.

You shuffled over to the couch and plopped face down, beyond drained from the topic of the day.

"Hey, don't hurt yourself," Steve chuckled and sat next to you. He lifted your legs off of the couch cushion and set them on his lap then softly began patting your calves.

You sat silently for a moment, it wasn't awkward on your end but you knew Steve was trying to come up with something to say.

"We can get married Y/N. I don't want you to think I don't want to marry you because I do-"

You flipped on your back so you could look at him as you talked. "Don't feel pressured to say this. I'm okay with not being married right now. You're still out fighting bad guys, I don't think it's the best time to settle down anyway."

"There's-there's no pressure, I just need you to know. We can get married whenever we want to. I'm ready- well actually I'm not because I don't have a ring and I haven't spoken to your dad-"

"I understand, Steve," You laughed and watched his cheeks turn red.

"Let's get married, Y/N."

"Someday."

[AN: this has been in my notes since like 2019 and I really just needed to get this done and posted. I've written this so many different times, deleted it and started over, but this is the final product. if you want to join my taglist, here’s the link to the info page]

[tags: @vixen102006​ @weallneednamjesus​ @nlost21​ @bywie​ @azazel-nyx​ @coldmuffinduckling]

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[captainsophiestark]

Daniel Sousa Masterlist

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X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst ⭐️ - Author Faves

Newest fics will be at the bottom

Plan B - F!X ☀️✨⭐️

Reader is a friend of Peggy’s who’s been on the team at the SSR for a few months. She hasn’t really bonded with any of the men at the agency, except Thompson, who’s her stupid hotshot mission plan buddy. She also spends a fair amount of time with Daniel, but reader hasn’t gotten to bond with Agent Sousa as much. That might change drastically when the four go out on a mission to try and recover some more of Howard’s stolen tech.

Black Coffee - X ☀️

Reader’s working at a coffee house, and they see plenty of people come in looking exhausted and searching for some caffeine to help. When a new face comes into the coffee shop, he manages to break the all-time record for the person closest to being an absolute zombie. Daniel Sousa’s been working day and night on a case for the SSR, and he’s in danger of falling asleep if he so much as stops moving. But, if he can make it through to the end of the case, it might just turn out to be worth it in more ways than one.

Assistant - F!X ☀️

Y/N is Howard Stark’s assistant, which is never a boring job. They’re in the middle of tearing their hair out trying to manage his crazy schedule when a surprise visit from a certain SSR agent shakes up their day.

New Office - X ☀️

Y/N’s been in love with their best friend Daniel Sousa since they both started working at the SSR, but he’s been hung up on Peggy since the first time he saw her. Now, however, Peggy’s turned him down for a date and he’s gone all the way across the country with a promotion to get some distance from her. Y/N went with him, but will it mean a change in anything more than location for the two of them?

West vs. East - X ☀️✨

Y/N is the LA SSR’s new nurse, a position they finally realized was incredibly important to have around after a few near-misses during the Whitney Frost case. They’ve only been there a week, but an all-SSR picnic and “friendly” East Coast/West Coast competition will give them plenty of chances to make new friends and more.

Sandy and Charlie - F!X ☀️✨

Y/N is starring in her first big picture, a Western produced by Howard Stark. When the actor playing her love interest no-shows, however, they’re going to have to get creative in finding a person to fill the role so the movie can be finished. Fortunately for them, the SSR needs Howard’s help on a case, and are willing to make some deals to get it.

The Unholy Alliance - X ☀️✨

Daniel and Y/N have been staring at each other longingly for months, and Jack and Peggy are tired of it. So, in a moment of history in the making, the two *team up* to find a way to get their coworkers to finally realize their feelings for each other.

No Way To Know For Sure - F!X ☁️☀️✨

After a few months of friendship and a few more months of dating, Y/N and Daniel Sousa decided to call it quits when he moved out to LA to open the West Coast SSR. She was focused on her career with no desire to leave New York, her home, the place she had connections and established respect as a female SSR agent, the greatest city in the world. Daniel couldn’t turn down the promotion, and she didn’t want him to. So they parted ways, Y/N telling herself it didn’t hurt. But when Jack sends her out to LA to work with Daniel on a case, she realizes she is definitely not over him.

Date Night - F!X ☀️✨

Y/N and Daniel are ready to relax and listen to their favorite radio program together after a long week at the SSR. Unfortunately for both of them, Y/N’s older brother Jack Thompson has the spare key to the apartment, and he has a history of picking terrible times to drop in on his little sister.

Office Most-Eligible - F!X ☀️✨

When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies’ breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they’d bargained for.

The Ugliest Tie I’ve Ever Seen - X ☀️✨

Y/N has finally been transferred to LA, joining their boyfriend Daniel Sousa to help with a case. Unfortunately, he's picked up some new fashion in LA.

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[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine your new life (Part 2)

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-Before leaving the state, you got out of the car and looked at your brand new Nokia N95 before removing the battery, disposing of it, and placing it in front of your tire before driving forward and hearing the satisfying crunch of plastic.

-When you got to the car dealership you took your suitcase out of the trunk and transferred it into your new used, blue 2005 Ford Focus, who you named Baloo, before driving to the courthouse and changing your name from [Y\N] Strange to [Y/N] Bardot, and asked that it not be in the record that it changed, due to the fact that you wanted to protect yourself, which they were surprising accommodating to. A smile on your face as you left, ready to start your new life in Washington DC.

-You had already rented an apartment, the lease under the name Bardot, and was supposed to be ready for you to move into upon arriving. The key had been mailed to you the day before graduation, so you quickly took your suitcase out and started up the stairs toward apartment B7.

-it was a small studio apartment, and thankfully fully furnished. All it had was a small twin bed, a small, shallow closet, a light wooden desk at the end of the bed, and a small kitchen complete with a crimson red microwave and a black, matte refrigerator. The carpeting was a shaggy plum color and the wallpaper was a cream white, and there was one window. The bathroom was slightly cramped with just a small standing shower, a sink, and an off white toilet, with the same cream colored walls and a blue tiled floor. It definitely wasn’t like the condo you grew up in, but it was all you needed.

-You had a full bank account, that Strange had no idea about. You had been transferring your allowances into that account since you were 16, and since you had access to Strange’s account you also transferred an extra 3,000 into it before you left. Strange never noticed though, he was far too busy working, or spending the money to notice that a few thousand were missing.

-Before you graduated, you applied for the summer courses at a local college, and were accepted. Every morning you would awake to the annoying sound of your alarm clock and prepare for the day, a smile on your face as you exited your building and unlocked Baloo, speeding in him to campus and staying there for several hours. As soon as classes were done you were back in Baloo, driving to a local coffee spot, and picking up a large coffee, before going to work at a local VA center as a part time receptionist. 

-The first night you were there you bought a new track phone, a science magazine, makeup, and some hair dye opposite of what your hair color was. You went straight home, and immediately applied your hair dye, and read your magazine while you waited for the timer to go off. When you were done with the dying process you looked at your new self and smiled, before painting your face with some of the makeup you bought, just to try it out since you didn’t really wear makeup before.

-You lived on microwave pizzas, and dinners, which was very different from the meals you created at your old home, but you liked this much better. However you did have plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables in your fridge for when you needed a snack. 

-You did your makeup every morning, it was normally very simple, but sometimes you would go a bit bold with the eyeliner and the red lipstick.

-The simplicity of this life was the charming life you always dreamed of having as a kid. You could not have been happier living in this small apartment.

-In your free time, which was not a lot of time, you would read about your father’s most recent work, which you would get from the campus library.

- You aced all of your summer courses, the teachers all sent you high praise for it, and even shared that you had the highest average of the class.

-When you started your fall courses the school informed you that you were on track to graduate with your bachelors in Psychology with a minor in sociology, which was your goal. This would have made you one of the youngest graduates of the college, and when they inquired if you were going to get another bachelors, you replied, “No, I plan on moving towards the Masters program.” 

-All the veterans who would come to the VA center loved you, they appreciated that you had some sass to your voice, and could keep up with their humor, but could also have intelligent conversations with them while they waited for their group to start. 

-A lot of the counselors loved talking to you as well, you were always asking questions about their fields, and were more than willing to listen to their life stories. However they thought it was strange that you never wanted to share your stories, mostly out of fear that someone would figure out you were the missing daughter of Stephen Strange.

-About three months after you graduated high school, you saw your first headline: “Isn’t it Strange? Daughter of famous Dr. Stephen Strange has vanished.” You leafed through the article and saw that there was no real fact or reason to the article, and the picture they had didn’t even really look like you, seeing how in it you were 15. It still made you laugh though, as you zipped your bomber jacket up a bit more to block out the nippy fall air.

-You found it difficult to befriend a lot of your classmates, so you opted to just stick to yourself and found yourself in the library between classes, reading textbooks on Sociopaths and the power of egos.

- When you graduated with your bachelors, you took a year off. During this year you spent working full time at the VA center, and even sat in on some of the sessions, and took notes on how the counselors lead the sessions, which everyone was always okay with. 

-Occasionally you would go on your lunch break to get your normal coffee, but noticed a warm coffee sitting on your desk upon returning, your name written on the lid. It was always exactly what you ordered, and soon you stopped getting your own coffee, in anticipation that a coffee was waiting for you when you were done with your break.

-You noticed you never had a coffee though when one counselor was not working, and he would always come in for the day when you were on break. None of the other receptionists would reveal though if it was him, so you decided to confront him yourself, “Hey Wilson!” 

“Yes Bardot?” He asked as he turned around, several of the veterans who lingered smirked at the interaction, before hurrying from the room.

“I was just wondering when you were going to stop leaving the coffee on my desk, and just give it to me in person?” You replied, as a blush rushed to his cheeks. 

“How did you know it was me?”

“Wilson, I am not an idiot, you are the only one who comes in while I am on break, and I don’t have coffee on your days off. Even Joey Tribbiani could have figured that one out.”

“Oh.” He replied looking down at his feet before replying, “Well I guess next time I just have to try harder.” 

“Or, we could just hang out one day, get coffee or…”

“Come to my house for dinner?”

“It’s a hang out Wilson, not a date.” You rebuttaled, as he smiled, “I know.”

“Well here is my number, just text me the address.” You replied, handing him your prewritten number, already knowing that you were going to give him your number.

-That night as you sat in Baloo your phone dinged with a message, looking over with a smile you read Sam’s message and then let out, “Well shit.”

- You replied with, “On my way.” And drove to the address, before getting out, and opening the door to his building. When you found his apartment door you knocked softly and waited. When he opened the door he was dressed super casual, his jeans traded out for sweatpants, his torso covered by a tight t-shirt, a controller in his hand and a gaming headset was resting on his head, “Well that was fast.”

“Well yeah, seeing how I know the way back to my own house pretty well.”

“Huh?” He asked confused as you smiled at him, “I’m your neighbor dumbass.”

-That night was the first of many that you found yourself at Sam Wilson’s apartment. That night was a defining moment though in your friendship. While he made you a classic spaghetti and meatball dinner with homemade garlic bread, you sat on his counter. You had been more than willing to help but he had banned you from even attempting. As you watched him, you both partook in a game of twenty thousand questions, he started off easy, “Favorite color?”, which you followed up with, “Favorite animal?” However as the game went on he finally asked a hard question, that you weren’t sure how to answer, “What happened to your parents?”

“What?” You replied, your brain going into panic mode as you mentally scolded yourself for not having an answer already prepared.

“Well you never really talk about them, so I was just wondering if something happened to them. You don’t have to answer though if you are…”

“No, no you are fine.” You cut him off, his eyes were casted to the ground in embarrassment as you continued, “It is just a sensitive topic...um.. see my mom wasn’t really around. She left when I was an infant, I guess motherhood just wasn’t in her genes, so my dad took on the role of sole parent.”

“I bet you two were very close.” He replied, but now it was your turn to look down, “You would be surprised, he worked a lot, so I spent a lot of time with babysitters.”

“Oh, well where is he now?”

“He… umm… passed away.” You lied, even though it could have been looked at as not a hundred percent lie, I mean he was dead to you, just not the rest of the world.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You could hear the slight empathy in his voice, your heart almost breaking at the thought of your lie. 

“It’s fine, like I said, we weren’t super close.” You answered

“Well if you ever need to talk, I’m al…”

“Don’t give me that classic therapist line.” You smiled as he stopped short and started to chuckle, “Alright Miss Psychology Major.”

-At dinner he went to pour you a glass of wine, however you were quick to stop him, “Um, no thanks.” 

“What, do you think I drugged the wine?”

“No, I don’t. It’s just… I’m 19, and even though I live right next door, I would rather not get arrested by the one cop who sits outside the building.”

“You’re nineteen? But you just graduated with your bachelors?”

“I had a lot of free time as a kid.”

“So instead of playing and being a normal kid, you went to college?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he stated, before giving a slight chuckle, “You are just one of a kind Bardot.” 

“So are you Wilson.” You replied before adding, “But I will take a juice box if you got it.”

-After dinner he challenged you to a Call of Duty multiplayer round against each other, to which you nervously agreed to. 

-He smoked you, and when you finished, you commented, “I guess I should have mentioned I never played before huh?”

“Well how about this, next week I teach you how to play. Sound like a deal?”

“Deal.” You smiled as he nudged you, “Want to have your first lesson now?”

-The next week when you went over to his house for dinner, he asked you to get him a water bottle from the fridge. When you opened it, you noticed he stocked the bottom shelf of his fridge with Juice boxes, which caused you to burst into laughter

-After that first hangout, you noticed whenever you were at work, Wilson would walk you over a coffee, each time prepared with a different pick up line to tell you when handing you the coffee. A few of your favorites were...

“You come here often?” 

“Damn Bardot, If I had a nickel for every time I saw your beautiful face, it would still probably be better than your financial aid.” 

“You must be a very important textbook passage, because seeing you is the highlight of my day.” 

“Would you grab my hand, so I can tell my next group I’ve been touched by an angel?”

“Are you a dictionary? Cause you’re adding meaning to my life.”

-On the first Monday after you went to his house, you walked in with your coffee, and as you approached the desk you stopped quickly, and tilted your head, “What are you doing here Wilson?”

“Well Bardot, I had to bring you your normal coffee, besides any day I don’t see your smile is a dreary day.”

“You are too much Wilson." you smiled, before he added, “Besides I wanted to bring you this.” 

-That’s when you noticed his arm was behind his back, and as he slowly pulled it into sight you gasped slightly at the dozen flowers he produced, “I figured you could just use some color in this dull hallway.”

“You are too much Wilson.” You chuckled, as he leaned over and placed them on your desk, “Thank you.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow Bardot.” He replied, before passing you, and leaving the building, as you rounded the desk, Melody, the other receptionist leaned over, “So you and Sam…”

“Are just friends Melody. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides I have far more to worry about right now.”

“Like?”

“Whether or not Charle is going to show up to his 6:30 group meeting tomorrow, or if I need to ask James if he is okay.” You replied. 

-You didn’t witness it, but the next day in Sam’s meeting some of the group members piped up, “So I see you took our advice and got [Y/N] flowers. How did she like ‘em?”

“Now this isn’t about getting me a date Eric, it is about how your week was.”

“Better now that we know you are at least not going to die alone here like old Eric.” Eric’s friend, Perry replied, both wearing matching army jackets as they looked at one another, everyone laughing at the joke. 

“I’m not in the clear yet, like I said last time, I would rather get to know her first, then figure out if I wanna date her.”

“Well just don’t wait forever son.” Charlie piped up, “Cause girls as sweet as her don’t stay single forever.”

-When the meeting was over Charlie walked up to you, “those are really pretty flowers.”

“Thanks Charlie, a friend picked them up for me.” You smiled, your eyes lifting from the most recent study you had found by Doctor Stephen Strange.

“If you were to ask me, it seems like this friend put a lot of thought into these flowers. Maybe you see if he wants to go to dinner sometime?”

“Now Charlie, aren’t you always telling me one day my prince will come and ask me out, and that I have to be patient.”

“Well yeah?”

“Well how am I supposed to be patient, and wait for him to make the first move, if I am jumping the gun and asking him out first?”  Your response brought a smile to his face, “You’re right, but sweetheart, maybe this,” he said, tapping one of the petals, “was him making the first move.”

-The tradition was that every Thursday night you would have dinner at his place, he normally cooked, while you would bring a small salad that you made, or drinks that you picked up on your way home. He never wanted you to help, so you would just sit on his counter and watch him, both of you making small talk as he worked. Then you would eat, and following that was your video game 101 courses, where Sam would teach you the controls, let you play a few rounds solo, and then challenge you to a few rounds, where he would purposely let you win. After that he would walk you home, and you would exchange good nights.

-However within two weeks the tradition became Tuesdays are Taco Tuesday, meaning Sam made tacos and virgin margaritas, while you made guacamole, and salsa along with bought the lime flavored tortilla chips. 

-Which in the fall also included football Sunday’s, and while you never really watched football as a kid, Sam was always willing to explain it to you, and bought pizza and soda from your favorite pizzeria, so you weren’t complaining. After football was done, then you moved on to watching other sports.

-Well then you included Nova Wednesdays, since you didn’t have a tv Sam offered to let you watch Nova at his place since you loved that show. You however told him, “On Nova Wednesdays I get to cook, and you can help maybe, but no telling me I can’t cook on Wednesdays.”

-He loved Wednesdays, because you were a pretty good cook, and seeing how excited you got over something so geeky made him smile, and want to get more invested in the show too. Plus it was the only time he really ate popcorn, since you always made two giant bowls for each of you before the episode started. 

-After that he started calling you every Saturday morning after his run, and invited you to breakfast, where he would make a whole diner style breakfast for you both, completely with pancakes and mixed fruit cups. You would go down there still dressed in your pajama pants, and an old tank top, and a backpack filled with books and studies on your back. In the winter you would pull your winter jacket over your torso to make your way down to his place. Then you would just spend the rest of the day mulling around his apartment, since Saturdays were your day off, and read while he was at work. When he would come home, you were normally in the kitchen, dancing to some classic rock songs and cooking him some form of a chicken dinner. He would always try to enter as quietly as possible, that way he could observe you in this natural form.

-His days off were always on Mondays, so he would always make you coffee at his house to bring to you, and put it in a styrofoam cup to make it look like he bought it from your favorite restaurant. Pretty soon he started bringing you lunch too, normally just a homemade sandwich and a small side salad, complete with a juice box, and on the colder Mondays, he would bring you a small soup as well. As soon as he walked in, you always started to smile, ready for his flirty pick up line, and for him to hand you whatever he had packed, he would stand and chat a while with some of the people who were mulling around, or the other workers, but before he left he always made sure to stop by your desk and say, “So will I see you later?”

“Will you be cooking?”

“For you sweetheart, I would cook everyday?” 

“Then I will be there.” You smiled, watching him leave as Melody looked at you, “Yeah, cause you two totally are just friends.” 

-Monday soon became like Thursday, he would make whatever he wanted, and then wait for you to walk in, since you had the spare key to the place. Then you would both eat, and you would tell him what crazy stories the guys told you, and then after you both cleaned up, he would teach you how to play video games, or he would ask you to explain something geeky to him like, “How do scientists really know what the earth’s core is made of?” Or “What is Allicin?”, and then he would watch your face light up as you explained these questions to him.

-After a half of a year of all these hang out traditions, he called you one Friday, you were sitting in your room, your legs curled up under you as you flipped through the science magazine you subscribed to, “Yes Wilson?”

“Put on your nicest dress, and meet me downstairs in ten minutes.” He instructed

“Okay, do I get to know why?”

“Nope, just do it.” He replied, before hanging up, leaving you confused as you turned to your closet, and pulled out the bridesmaid dress Tiffany got you, which still fit after 6 years. You put it on, and threw your pea coat over it, before looking over your outfit and throwing on your boots. Your hair was down, and under a Pom Pom hat that Sam had just happened to buy you. After looking over yourself again, you walked out to see he was standing at the steps, looking towards the door. “Woah.” Was all he said.

“Close your mouth Wilson, before a fly flies in.” You replied, as you made your way down the stairs and looked at him, noticing the red tie between the opening of his own coat, “So what’s the plan Wilson?” 

“Just wait to see, however you need to get in Dagger to see.” You smiled hearing him use the name you had given his car after he made fun of you for naming your car Baloo.

-He took you to Fiola, which was one of the nicer restaurants in the city. The valet opened your door for you as Sam handed him a five dollar bill to park the car, Sam looked at you as you whispered, “Sam, what the heck is this?” 

“Friday’s are going to be friend date night, this week I get to pick the restaurant and next week you get to pick.”

“But why so fancy?” You whispered as he looped his arm through yours, “Because you deserve it.” 

-He took your coat and pulled out your chair, your eyes glancing around the fancy room filled with people dressed in new, pressed dresses and suits, just like the ones Stephen would sometimes gift you, unaware that you would never wear them. Sam watched you look at the setting you found all to familiar, “So I heard that the Boeuf Bourguignon is extremely good.”

“It’s okay, nothing too special. However I do have a question.”

“Yes Bardot?”

“This isn’t your way of telling me you are in love with me, is it?”

“No, I just thought it would be fun.” He lied as you looked at him, and smiled, “Thank goodness, cause if that ever happens this is way too much.”

“Well how would you want someone to confess their love to you?” He asked, as the waiter came with champagne and poured you both a glass, before walking away. As he did, you replied, “Over butter burgers and a cup of chili, topped with cheese and a large cherry lime soda.”

“So you want someone to tell you they love you at Steak ‘n Shake?”

“Exactly. I mean how do you want someone to tell you?”

“At home, like just randomly, no planning, no nothing, just genuine feelings.” He answered as you chuckled, “it just sucks, cause then that means tradition nights will be cancelled.”

“Nah, they will just have to figure out how to join in.” He answered, hoping you didn’t hear that he was slightly saddened by the reaction you were having, thinking it meant you didn’t like him in the same way he did.

-He won’t let you see the bill, none of the dishes had prices, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to add all the numbers up in your head, and you knew from past exposure that this was not the place to argue about who is paying the bill.

-After desert he took you back home, where you stood on the stairs in the snow, “This was fun, thank you again for dinner.” You smiled

“Yeah, I am interested to see where we go next week.” He answered before you shrugged, and replied, “I will spend all week brainstorming, but if I don’t go inside soon, I might have to cancel.”

“Well goodnight Bardot.”

“Goodnight Wilson.” You smiled before he started walking towards the steps of his own apartment, and as he climbed them he looked over to see you watching still, as though you wanted to say something, but before he could reply you spoke, “See you tomorrow morning?” 

“Yeah.” He replied, before you turned and walked into your own building, wishing he had asked you to stay over.

-The next Friday you got into Dagger and told him to drive you to the nearest Applebee’s, to which he replied, “So I took you out to Fiola, but you made me get all dressed up for Applebee’s?” As you nodded.

-You has a makeup bag also stored in Sam’s bathroom, just in case you smudged your makeup, or Sam finally let you do his makeup.

-There was a morning in January of 2009, that he called you, his voice hoarse as you waited for a reply to your chipper greeting, “Hey, I have to cancel Taco Tuesday.”

“Are you okay?” You asked, he had never canceled on you, your makeup brush hitting the counter as he told you, “Yeah, it’s just a cold.” 

“Okay, well I hope you feel better tomorrow for Nova Wednesday.” You replied, before he went into a fit of coughing before wheezing out, “Me too Bardot.”

-When you hung up with him, you called the VA Center, and told Melody, “Hey can you forward me to Donna?” 

“Don’t have to, when Wilson called out, Donna figured you were going to next, and she already called Devon to fill in for you.” She replied.

“Have I mentioned lately I love you guys.” You chuckled as she replied, “No, but you have now, and that’s what matters.”

-You raided your fridge and pantry for soup ingredients, which you easily found, along with pulled out your unused soup pot. Pouring all the soup ingredients into the vessel, before you leafed through the magazines you had laying around, and waited a few hours for it to simmer completely.when it was done, you sampled it and then put the lid back on it. Shutting off the stove, you pulled your jacket over your sweater and grabbed the pot of soup, and raced carefully over to Sam’s apartment.

-At the sound of your keys jingling Sam lifted his throbbing head from the sofa cushion, and raised an eyebrow as you opened the door, holding the soup, “Hey Sicko.” You smiled

“What are you doing here?” He coughed out as you closed the door with your foot, and placed the soup on his own stove.

“Simple, I made you soup, now sit up so I can make you a bowl. Do you need tea? I know you have honey, but if I need to I can run to the store in Baloo and pick you up some.”

-He couldn’t help but smile at the way you wanted to take care of him as he sat up and looked over to you, “ it’s up on top of the fridge.”

-You spent the day on the couch with him, and watched old movies, at one point his head ended up on your lap, his eyes slowly closing as he fell asleep there. At the realization you reached over to the back of his couch, and pulled the throw blanket you had brought over one day many months ago over him before turning on the Discovery channel.

-When he woke up, his arm was looped around your waist, his head facing your midsection as he slowly awoke to feel the blanket over him, and a slight weight on his back, when he looked it was from your arm, and as he looked up into the dark room, he saw that the screen light illuminated your sleeping face, your head leaned to the side as it leaned on your knuckles. He smiled slightly as he slowly rose, not wanting to wake you up as he did. After successfully doing that he softly walked over to the soup and quietly turned it on and warmed up a cup. As he did, he carefully walked over to you and slowly picked you up, even when sick he had the strength to carry you into his room and laid you softly on the bed. As he carried you, you turned into his chest, and when he placed you down, and started to leave he heard it, “I love you.” 

It was so soft, but he heard it, and as he turned back towards you he replied, “I love you too.”

-When you woke up, you noticed the change of scenery, and looked to your side to see the empty bed. Slowly standing you walked into the living room to see Sam laying on the couch, a half eaten bowl of soup discarded on the counter as his snores filled the space. As you slowly started to clean, you noticed he sounded less congested, and hoped that the home remedies were working. 

-When he woke up, you had already left for work, you had left him a note on the counter, which read, 

      I had to go to work, but I hope you feel better when you wake up. I left you a cup of tea in the nuker, just put the timer to a minute thirty, and drink it all before deciding if you want to go to work.

Bardot

-He smiled at the note, and since he felt so much better he decided to go to work, but not before he stopped at the local flower shop, and picked you up a small array of flowers in a glass vase, and a large coffee from your favorite shop. When he got to the VA center, you weren’t at the desk, so he just left it there with his own note. 

-When you got back to the desk you noticed Charlie leaning against the desk, “Looks like you got another first move.” He stated as you smiled at him, before looking at the flowers, “Now Charlie, I doubt he is doing this to flirt with me, besides I don’t think I am the girl for him.”

“Meanwhile you called off yesterday, the same day he did. Mel told me he was sick, so my guess is you took care of him.”

“Yes I did, just like I would any friend.” 

“He isn’t just any friend though sweetheart, not with a gift like this. But whatever helps you sleep at night.”

-When you opened his note you smiled, 

I think I need medical attention, because I hurt myself when I fell for you.

                Thanks for taking care of me yesterday, without you I would probably have died from the common cold, and you would have to be planning my funeral right now 

Wilson

P.S. At my Funeral, I want a chocolate foundation, and a bunch of strawberries, but that is just because I know you love them

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The Bigger Picture

Summary: See what happens when you undermine your boss AKA the one who's paying your bills...

Pairing: ???Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader

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Warning(s): This is an 18+ AU so MINORS DNI. Also Dark Themes in general. There's smut in the first half of this one: strap-on usage (r giving) oral sex (Wanda recieving). There's some pretty crass language as per usual on my end, I can’t think of much else but let me know.

Note(s): I present another the start of another AU, ladies and gentlefriends! Where did it come from? The deep reaches of my MIND not all that deep really, I just can't stop my brain from scratching like an addict- but it's pretty decent for fall/spoopy season I think. I hope y'all enjoy :3

Word Count: Just a bit shy of 2.1k

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You remember seeing the world through younger eyes. The scene around you is blurry and out of focus with only the barest hint of awareness of tears running down your face. The only thing you can make out is a man’s back, his imposing stature, his cropped hair, and how his figure seems to get smaller and smaller as he walks away from you. His apathy is the clearest; his steps never falter, not does her look back at you. You feel like an outside viewer as you watch a hand, your hand, continue to reach for him. You fight in another person’s grip as you're being dragged away.

“Baba please! Help me, I don’t wanna go!”

The lack of response through the high winds only made your yelling feel louder before your vision was then blocked by a hood over your face. Even if you couldn’t identify with the anguish anymore it still hissed at your nerves, grasping and pulling at you like a desperate whore for your attention…

The continued thump, thump, thumping sound throughout the room brought you back into the moment as you continued pounding the woman beneath you into the velvety couch cushions beneath. The woman’s wavy red hair splayed out and her nails digging into your shoulders as she let her moans fall from her mouth in an unending stream.

She gave a shout as she hit her orgasm and you watched her green eyes glaze over as she gave you a hazy smile, you returned a smaller one of your own. One of her hands slid up your chest to caress your throat, fingers running over the scarring coating the entirety of it.

Her eyes scanned yours in open concern. “Is everything okay? Where did you go just now?”

You merely squinted, “old-times...’s still loud.” Your voice came out gravely and with a creek.

With your thumb caressing her waist, you leaned back to sit upright before using a hand to move her half-unbuttoned blouse further down her arms. With more of the redhead's skin exposed and your head still swimming, you went back in to leave kisses ranging from her neck, down to her collarbone, and even further to the valley of her breasts. You felt the woman's hand take the back of your neck to have you take one of the mounds in your mouth.

The hand you had resting on the woman's waist moved to squeeze her thigh while you eased your strap out of her with a few more slow strokes. You released her flushed nipple with a small plop, your saliva slightly glistening in the light of the office space before you slid off of the couch to the floor.

Getting to a kneel, you keep your gaze on the eyes of the woman in front of you while reaching down by her ankles and fully removing her already ruined panties.

A glint sparks in your eyes as you stare at her still dripping pussy. You lick a stripe up her entrance before lightly sucking on her clit, causing the woman above you to jolt with a gasp.

The woman watches you go back to eating her out with a small crackling chuckle. "You love this, don't you?"

You only look up to meet her eyes, your mouth still working on her. You blink slowly before doubling your efforts on her pussy.

Her head falls back as she continues to buck into your mouth. "Yesyesyes, hah, just like that baby," She isn't especially loud, but the pleading laced in her voice is what drives you to your own brink.

You sink into the moans that come from her lips, soon turning into breathless whimpers as she brings your head impossibly closer to her heat. As ribbons of red made their way into your ears, you let her fog invade your mind and take over.

Everything else melted away into oblivion. You were older now as you watched the tattered dirt path become peaceful grasses, the people became well-rooted trees in full bloom. Armored cars and loaded rifles dissipated into mere accents of a pleasant scene. And at the center of it all, was the same woman as now. her velvet greens staring back at you with a warmth that could make the Niganda sun seem cold.

The redhead's grip tightened in your hair as her movements became more erratic against your face. You brought a hand up to play with her clit and work to bring her over the edge again.

Things were much simpler this way. No confusing flashes of people you don’t remember, no random jolts of phantom pain. You were sure to live in the moment, and your most recent memories didn’t hurt you to think about and when the details became fuzzy you almost missed them.

Your head rested on her inner thigh after you helped her ride out her high. Her finger rubbed just beneath your eye as your eyes locked, reveling in each other. "There you are, right here with me."

And it was all because of her. Wanda.

Wanda held your chin in her hand before she swiped her thumb over your bottom lip and tasted herself. Even with a fresh afterglow setting in, the fire in her eyes never abated. Wanda's power was always there.

That same energy that let her linger in your mind and relieve you of that lost momentum and gave you stability to latch for. You’d do anything to keep that. You’d do anything to keep Wanda.

As you helped her get her panties and skirt back on and make sure the back of her skirt was the front again, your mind was calm at a gentle hum, distant screams of the past going ignored as you helped fix up the couch of her associate’s office.

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Wanda’s mood had noticeably soured since you’d had your fill of each other. Her face had become a mask of neutrality with traces of agitation she just couldn’t seem to remove as she flipped through the papers settled on the desk. It was less decorated than her own; she’d hardly spared a glance at the few picture frames placed on top of the hardwood either. She didn’t want to see more than she’d had to for the day.

Standing up from the leather couch settled on the side of the room, you wandered around the rather plain space aimlessly, looking at the fully stacked bookshelves, more than half the titles going over your head with disinterest. Settling by where Wanda was seated, you faced the door as you heard incoming noise before the doorknob could even jostle.

Murky blue eyes startled as he caught sight of the two of you in his office. The older man wheeled himself further into his office before having the door shut behind him. Your eyes stayed on him, unwavering. “Wanda, to what do I owe this unexpected visit? I was called out of a very important-”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Better yet, who do you think you are, Xavier?” Wanda wasn’t interested in wasting time with false pleasantries.

“What exactly are you referring to, Wanda? I’ve done nothing but do as you’ve asked.” Wanda carefully kept her face blank as she observed the bald man.

“Keeping a wire on not only my vehicles, but my associates’ as well. Getting your grunts to try and tap my phone calls. They’ve gotten especially sloppy within the past few weeks, by the way. You should talk with Scott about that. All this to gain the favor of one Mr. William Stryker,” She placed the photos one of her skulkers took from their meeting a few nights ago on the table.

“Is that exact enough for you, Charles?”

You watch the man’s shoulders tense, a crease forming in his brow. You can clearly smell his nerves building while Wanda is still deathly calm. Her hands stay steepled in front of her face by her mouth, her eyes squint every now and then as she continues to observe the man.

“I've only given false information I assure you-”

“I know it is, because I basically spoon fed it to you and your men. You know nothing I don't want you to EVEN with you haphazardly bugging my house. Now, what I want to know is how you didn’t think I’d catch on. Do you think I’m stupid, Charles?” There is a noticeable edge in her voice now and the hairs on the back of your neck began to bristle, reacting to her aggravation.

Charles spoke up quickly “It was a part of the plan to have eyes in higher places, for the sake of all mutants, Wanda!”

The accent of her voice grew thick as her tone dropped lower. “Do not try to insult my intelligence, old man. You’ve done things here and there to try and undermine my headship when you think I won’t notice, but you will not pull this. Stryker is a sad little leech who wants to eliminate us all and has no qualms about being vocal about it. You want to try and make nice, fondle the balls of a man who wouldn’t bat an eye to exterminate mutants? You simply won’t be classified among us.”

As Wanda spoke those last few words, you watched as a familiar red aura surrounded Charles, her eyes glowing bright as Charles howled in pain as a pale blue aura rose out of his body where he sat. You almost thought Wanda was going to kill him then and there before his screams settled down.

Charles was breathing heavily, his form hunched over in his chair before his eyes widened with realization. “My powers…”

“You wanted to appease the mortal man, now you can live and die counted as one of them. Your bootlicking wife will be too once my people find her.”

“Hee-he-hick,” A feral giggle erupted from your mouth as you watched him carry on belligerently.

“You leave Moira out of this! we’ve done nothing but look out for you, Wanda! Your father would-”

“What did I say about insulting my intelligence? You and my father were at odds throughout his entire headship. You know nothing of what he would do nor what he would want.”

She slid more photos onto the table, the other man in them tickled something in your throat as recognition passed through you.

Wanda tapped on the man's face with her pointer finger, "This man. Tell me where he is."

Charles peered over to look at the photo, his nerves a bit all over the place. "Pierce? I've no idea Wanda, he's been gone for days now. You have to believe me,"

Wanda tutted her tongue as she brought her hands back in front of her. "I don't have to do anything, but I do believe you. Unfortunately for you that makes you completely useless to me, Charles." She pursed her lips in a faux pout.

You could almost see the man shaking in his chair as he went on indignantly. You wound up tuning him out as he kept going on about loyalty and nonsense.

‘Do I kill him now?’

Wanda reached back for your neck, running her thumb over the scarring over your throat. “We’re just about done here, but Charles can see himself out, I believe.”

Charles couldn’t even properly understand what was going on right away because, one: He was in the middle of explaining how the original members of the syndicate needed to stick together, and two: He can’t read minds anymore. I mean, what’s he going to do now?

“You can go see if the college across town has any openings, but you’ve been relieved of your position with Maximoff Unlimited as well as the Scarlet Syndicate which will be vacant as of today, effective immediately. Now you can roll yourself out of this office, or I can have Y/n here escort you out. They don't seem too keen on being delicate with you.”

You tilted your head as a choppy rumble passed your lips. The prospect of handling the man yourself was very appealing right now. Charles likely recognized this as he made his way to the door himself. Red mist opens the door for him.

“Smart choice. So you do have some sense left. Oh, and Charles?”

The man stopped in the doorway, but didn't turn to look at Wanda.

“The next time you try to throw me or my company under the bus, remember who put you in that wheelchair.”

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Little Bookworm 18+

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: unprotected sex (p-in-v), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink, dubcon kink (as long as Bucky can keep a straight face), tummy bulge, language, a good ole coochie slap (once), cum play, a little fluff, some aftercare

Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.

Inspired by my IRL husband’s reaction to my smutty reads.

Note: I don’t own any characters or works referenced in this oneshot and shout out to H.D. Carlton for creating Zade Meadows and giving us the house of mirrors chapter that’s been living rent free in both me and @lilacka’s head for over a year.

Bucky absolutely loved to watch you read.

The subtle way your expressions changed as your eyes would glide across the pages made his heart swell with admiration.

He found himself entranced with your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together in thought, your lips quirking up into a smile and even the soft laughter that would sometimes escape you as you delved deep into the world you held in your hands.

He was always more than happy to accompany you to the bookstore, leaning against the shelves and observing you as you thumbed through new titles, stacking your choices in his strong arms before darting down the next aisle to browse further.

He looked forward to the evenings where he could lay his head comfortably in your lap, his arm draped across your thighs as you worked your fingers lazily through his hair while you read quietly above him.

Tonight he lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head, listening to the gentle sound of the shower from the bathroom as you bathed when his gaze fell on your most recent read on the nightstand. The cover was dark with a skull and roses, something about a ‘Haunting’ and an absurd amount of sticky notes jutted out from the pages. His curiosity overtook him and he sat up, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He thumbed through it carefully before letting it fall open to one of the tagged pages, his eyes scanning the text and widening slightly at the content.

He flipped to another tab, quickly reading through the passage, his breath quickening as he took in the words.

“If I catch you, I fuck you.”

Jesus Christ.

The bathroom door creaked open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to you.

Your damp body wrapped in a towel with your wet hair against your neck and shoulders did absolutely nothing to combat the heat that was already rising within him at what he’d just read.

Your eyes connect for a beat before you glance down to notice the book in his hand, opened to one of your tagged pages.

It was hard to discern if the flush across your cheeks was remnant of the heat of the shower or from the slight embarrassment of feeling caught by your boyfriend discovering the absolute filth you’d been reading.

He raises a brow at you, lifting the book and tapping on the open passage.

“If I catch you, I fuck you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Really?”

You huff and roll your eyes, stepping forward and reaching to snatch the book from his hands but he’s quicker, snapping it shut and holding it just out of your reach.

“No, no. We’re gonna talk about this, doll.” He says, his lips curling into a smirk. “This is what you’ve been reading?”

You shift from foot to foot.

“Sometimes.” You reply with a weak shrug.

He turns the book over in his hands again and idly runs his palm back and forth against all the flags poking out from between the pages. “And do you.. like this stuff?” He asks, not looking up. “Does it turn you on?”

You swallow hard and nod despite the fact he’s not looking at you.

“Sometimes.” You repeat quietly.

“Huh.”

He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully, standing up and tossing the book onto the bed. “I guess you oughta run then.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hair line.

Did he just?

Is he going to?

“W-what?” You stutter out, taking a small step back as he closes in on you.

He tsks and reaches out, brushing your wet hair back off your shoulder with two fingers. “You heard me, baby.”

You open your mouth to reply but the words are lost the moment he seizes the edge of your towel in his large hand.

Your eyes connect for a brief moment before he yanks the towel free of your body and discards it on the ground, leaving you exposed, confused and incredibly aroused.

His hand settles on your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and sending a rush of desire straight to your core. He dips his head to nuzzle his forehead against your temple, his tongue flicking against your earlobe.

“You should probably run now.” He warns in a whisper, taking a step back to give you space for a head start.

You stare wide eyed in disbelief, your head barely able to wrap around what was happening.

“Five.” He says in a threatening tone, bringing his hand down to palm his growing erection under his sweatpants.

You’re frozen to the spot.

There’s no fucking way he’s about to do this.

“Four.”

Okay, maybe he is.

You take off at a run, reaching the bedroom door and flinging it open with him hot on your tail.

Your bare feet pound against the hardwood floor and you rush down the hall towards the staircase, making it only two steps down before his strong arm catches you around the waist and picks you up effortlessly.

You wiggle against his hold, kicking your feet and thrashing.

“You’re not very fast, you know.” He teases, tightening his grip on you, his cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing into your backside.

He carries you back into the bedroom, his arm locked around you in a vice grip and tosses you onto the bed as if you were weightless. He tugs his sweatpants down and kicks them off, his cock bobbing with every step as he stalks towards you.

He braces his palms on the bed, preparing to climb up and pin you but you scramble backwards off the bed and take off again. He pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what-?” he straightens up and turns, watching as you sprint across the room and he frowns, realizing you weren’t going to let him catch you that easily.

“Damnit.” He grumbles, launching himself up over the bed.

He chases you with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom and you rush to shut the door but his hand catches it and forces it open, leaving you completely cornered with nowhere else to turn. “Shit.” You breathe out, looking around for a possible way out. He laughs, a cute and genuine laugh that is just so Bucky, completely betraying the role he was attempting to play.

You cross your arms over your bare breasts and frown. “I’m sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I- just.. why did you run into the bathroom?” He asks, gesturing around the small room with amusement. “I don’t know!” You huff, your lips pressing into a pout. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you definitely weren’t.” He agrees, swinging his foot back to kick the door shut behind him. “Guess you’re trapped, huh?”

You nod, letting your arms fall away from your breasts. “I guess I am.” You breathe out, your body thrumming with a mix of excitement and desire as your eyes trail down his toned body to land on his fully erect cock. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and tossing you to the ground.

You fall hard on your hands and knees onto the plush bath mat, barely able to steady yourself on all fours before he’s on your back, arm hooked around your waist and sinking his cock into your wet, throbbing cunt. You arch back into him, fingers digging into the bath mat and a choked gasp catches in your throat as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt. He snakes his free hand up your abdomen towards your chest, a trail of goosebumps following in his wake, dipping his forehead down to rest against the back of your shoulder. He palms your breast roughly, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Bucky..” You whisper, your head falling back.

His forearm tightens around your waist and he releases your nipple with a gentle tug, sliding his hand up to curl around your throat. You moan and wiggle your hips, desperate for him to move, but he holds you still, lifting you up with him as he leans back on his heels.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispers, unhooking his arm from your waist and resting his large hand over the slight bulge in your abdomen. “That’s my cock.” He murmurs, squeezing your throat gently before grasping your jaw and tilting your chin down to look at how he’s stretching you. You whimper and he moves your hand to press down on the bulge of his cock in your belly. “And this is my pussy.” He growls, delivering a slap to your aching clit before he draws his hips back and begins to thrust himself up into you at a steady pace.

A string of soft curses falls from your lips and your head drops back against the crook of his neck, your hand leaving your abdomen and reaching backwards to fist in his hair. “I didn’t realize you were such a freak, baby.” He whispers, his hand tightening around your throat. “I shoulda thumbed through one of your little books sooner.”

His free hand kneads at the flesh of your thigh and he groans, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks up into you. “I- I-“ You stutter, unable to think straight as your head grows dizzy with pleasure. “Oh no, am I fuckin’ my baby stupid?” He asks with a grin, bringing two fingers to tease at your bottom lip. You open on instinct and he slips them into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as you suck and swirl your tongue around the digits.

“Fuck.” He hisses, pressing his slick fingers to your clit. You gasp, your fingers curling around his wrist as he strokes your sensitive bud, pulling you closer towards your impending orgasm.

“You gonna come, little bird?” He whispers, trying to reference your book and quickening his fingers against your clit. “It’s ‘little mouse’.” You correct, your lips quirking up into a smirk at his admirable attempt. “Whatever.” He hisses, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your body. You choke out a strangled cry as you come, your legs trembling and back arching against him as your cunt clenches around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunts, shoving you forward to the floor and falling to his knees. You scramble forward, his cock slipping from your dripping hole as you try to steady yourself in the dizzying wake of your orgasm.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” He growls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back towards him. You lose your balance and fall flat, your breasts smashed against the cold tile as he presses his weight down on you, running his cock back and forth along your folds before thrusting back into you. “T-too much!” You whine, squirming underneath him.

“Tell me to stop.” He grunts, knowing damn well you never would. He hooks his forearm under your waist again and angles your hips upward, taking you deeper than you even thought possible.

Choked sobs of euphoria escape your throat as your cheek rests against the floor, dragging back and forth across the tile from the force at which he’s fucking into you. Your limp body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy spasms and waves of ecstacy crash over you faster than you can count them. Your orgasms explode through you like a string of firecrackers as you curse and mumble incoherently.

He pulls out abruptly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back, moving to straddle your chest while he frantically fucks his fist. He comes with a shout, gasping as he paints your face with ropes of hot, sticky cum. “Fuck.” He pants, looking down at you in admiration as he brushes his thumb along your cheek, gathering up his seed.

He pinches your flushed, sticky cheeks together with his free hand. “Open.” He says softly, slipping his thumb into your mouth when you do. You suckle his thumb, greedily cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. He sighs contentedly before moving off you and rising to stand, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.

“And I had just showered.” You mumble as you take the hand he offers you and pull yourself up on wobbly knees. “Don’t you dare bitch about the water bill when it comes.” You tease.

He chuckles softly and pulls you into him, holding you against his chest with one strong arm while the other reaches out to test the temperature of the water. “I won’t.” He says, stepping in first and gently helping you in after him. He wraps his arms lovingly around you and rests his chin atop your head as the warm water cascades over you both.

“Let’s clean you up, doll. It’s late and we have plans in the morning.” He says quietly, his eyes slipping closed as his hand runs idly up and down your back. You lean back and look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. “We don’t have plans tomorrow.”

His eyes flutter open and he grins. “The hell we don’t.” He replies, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into the palm of his hand. You open your mouth to protest when he doesn’t answer your question but he simply twirls a finger, gesturing for you to turn around.

You sigh, turning your back to him and he begins to lather the shampoo in your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers. “So what’re these plans?” You ask quietly after a long moment of silently enjoying his hands tenderly working through your locks. He leans forward, his broad, wet chest pressing against your back and brings his mouth to hover beside your ear.

His breath sends a shiver down your spine as he lets out a low, breathy laugh and whispers, “I’m taking you to buy more books.”

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[messylustt]

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. 1.3k words

fic masterlist pt one next part

i’ve gotten some help with my spanish and have approved/fixed accordingly (if you have any suggestions on the spanish please speak up!); enemies to lovers trope; not obvious, but subtle jealous miguel; human(not spider-person)!reader; spanish term of endearment ‘chaparrita’ — miguel o’hara has never liked you—a human—joining the team as the ‘person in the chair’. he’s made his distaste for you clear. but when he speaks certain spanish words you don’t understand, he reveals that his annoyance of you is by the fact that you make him feel ‘hot’. soon, a deal surfaces, his promotion benefitting you both.

Miguel watches as you fiddled with the different tech machines, tapping with a focused gaze. He tilted his head, staying by the large spider, having spread out screens filled with the many mission's info.

He had a slight scowl on his face, his expression usually one considered moody. But this time he had a reason for it. You.

You were a pain to Miguel, far too nice to every spider-person. He hadn't liked having you here the moment a few of them recommended you. They described you as the 'person in the chair'. You were smart, sure, but Miguel didn't think you belonged here. You weren't a spider-person like the rest of them, you were human.

He jumped down, landing beside you. You look to your left, having to tilt your head up at his sheer height. You gulp. You've always been nervous around Miguel O'hara. You didn't think he once smiled, his gaze only seeming to harden, especially when you would speak.

So, you kept it minimal. Only talking to him when it was required. "O'hara." You nod, turning quickly back to your work. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Nothing you can help with, y/l/n." His small jab at your inability in many areas, such as swinging from buildings with web, made you straighten your spine.

You ignore his tone, again not daring to meet his gaze. "Then, I'm sure Jessica will be here soon to help with anything."

Miguel's eyes wander your stiff posture. He could tell that he made you nervous, and part of him relished in that. It helped him think that you knew your place.

When you noticed that he wasn't leaving, you go to say something else, when Hobie and Peter burst into the room. Both yours and Miguel's attentions shift. Hobie easily moves towards you, making you smile. He reached his hand out as you did what many would call a typical 'bro handshake'. But Hobie instead chose to call something far from normality, in his prominent british accent.

Hobie was one of the ones who recommended you for this job. And you've been beyond grateful since.

"How's ya bloody borin’ shit goin’?" Hobie asks, leaning down to see whatever nonsense you had typed up.

"Describe 'boring shit'." You say, your tone turning smug.

He scoffs, eyeing the screen again, before giving up and grabbing your chin to turn back to the tech. "Keep working."

You chuckle, just as Miguel speaks. "Aren't you supposed to be out?"

Hobie looks to Miguel, straightening his guitar strap. "What—should I start callin’ ya boss, and kissin’ ya boots?"

Hobie has always been one to 'do his own thing' and completely bypass the rules. Miguel looks unimpressed, as Hobie holds his hands up in fake innocence. Peter chimes in. "He doesn't wear boots."

Hobie glances at him. "Thanks Peter. I didn't know."

Peter doesn't have time to respond before he's running after his swinging daughter. "Just get back to work." Miguel says. "That includes you, Peter. And didn't I say not bring her here?" He sounds exasperated, as he pinches the bridge between his nose.

You spin in your seat watching as Peter sends back a 'sorry', as he disappears, running through the large exit door. Hobie is quick to follow sending you a nod and a smile.

You wave them off, feeling the tension flood back into the room now that it's just you and Miguel again. You swiftly spin back in your chair, your fingers going back to tapping, as your legs spread comfortably.

Miguel looks back at you, before running his hand down his face, muttering. "No abras las piernas como una invitación." (Don't open your legs like an invitation.)

You pause, glancing at him. "What was that?"

He glances back at you, eyeing your confused expression. You, of course, didn't know spanish.

He places his hands against the desk, leaning a fraction closer to you, his gaze fluttering across your features. "Podría decirte cualquier cosa en español y no sabrías lo que quiero decir." (I could say anything to you in Spanish and you wouldn't know what I mean.)

"You know I don't know spanish." You mutter.

"I know. And the thought of you being so unaware, makes me want to tell you..." He leans closer to your ear, making your pulse beat rapidly. "....cuanto me haces arder, cariño. (how much you make me burn inside.) And it’s beyond annoying.”

You sigh, pushing slightly away from him. "Look, I know you find me annoying." You begin. "That's fine. But just...can you at least give me somewhat of a chance?"

"Do to what?" He asks, crossing his arms, as he leans back against the desk.

"To prove I'm helpful."

"Helpful?" Miguel asks, tilting his head. "You want to be helpful?"

"Of course."

"Then find a more suitable job." He stands to walk away.

"If you want me gone, then why don't you fire me?"

He pauses for a moment. "Sadly, I need a proper reason for that. So, if you want to be helpful to me. Then fuck something up."

"But while you're here being useless you should probably learn spanish." Miguel says as he walks out the door.

You huff, staring after him, watching as his back muscles contracted in a way that made you look away, gulping. Fucking Miguel O'hara.

;;

You sit, feet up by the tech, as you tapped away on your phone. You got a congratulatory 'ding' whenever you got a word or sentence right, and a rather loud 'booing' sound when you got a word or sentence wrong.

Yes, you're trying to learn Spanish. You sadly hadn't remembered word for word what Miguel had said to you, so you couldn't put it through translation. He must have purposefully spoken fast so you wouldn't have time to catch each word and remember.

'Me gusta ir al museo.' Your phone spoke. It translated to 'I like going to the museum' You had gotten it wrong, putting ‘park’ instead.

You groan, your head knocking back as your eyes shut in annoyance. You were only smart in certain areas. You let your phone drop to the desk, as you stretch, keeping your eyes shut tight, as if you could find the Spanish language hidden behind them.

"Spanish?" A deep voice spoke, making you jump, swiftly getting to your feet and spinning.

Miguel stands in his signature spider suit, your phone in his grasp. "I didn't think you'd actually listen to me."

You snatch it back, switching it off, as you scratch the back of your neck. "I was just..." You drift off sighing. "I like this job."

Miguel watches you closely. "You're committed, I'll give you that."

You smile, the word 'progress' swirling in your brain. "I learnt a sentence." You say, brows creasing in remembrance. "Me gusta...ir al...musio?" (I like going...to the...musio?) You say this more so as a question as you meet the amused gaze of Miguel.

"Ir al museo." (To the museum) He corrects, knowing the generic 'hobbies' sentences most kids learn.

"…I was close." You say, smiling, before you realise who you're talking to, your nerves returning.

Miguel nearly kicked himself for feeling warm at the small smile that you gave. You were trying to learn spanish—loosely—for him. "Can I make you a deal?" He suddenly asks.

You narrow your eyes a fraction. "What kinda deal?"

"One where we can help each other." He mutters, stepping closer. "You want to stay, correct?"

You nod.

"Then you're gonna have to convince me that you'd do anything for a mission."

You straighten, eyes widening at the chance to prove your worth. "I lead most missions, so loosely, you'd have to do anything for me."

He's much, much closer, eyeing you. "But we can make this a ‘give and take’. Let me teach you Spanish—something you'll need working here, close by me, and in return for every lesson, you have to do something for me."

You eye him. "Like what?"

"Anything." He answers. "Because you'll have to do anything that's required for those missions. Call it practice, or proving your worth, chaparrita."

You lick your lips thinking. You can't see anything inherently wrong with this 'deal', so you nod. And that earns you the very first smile you've seen from Miguel O’hara.

i know this is short, but I just wanted to see if any of you guys would be interested in a full fic like this…

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[marvelouslizzie]

One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants. 

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it. 

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time. 

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again. 

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears. 

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.” 

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.” 

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about? 

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh… what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look. 

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.” 

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes. 

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.” 

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly. 

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” 

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

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