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i got what you need | wanda maximoff 🔞

(College!Perv!Bestfriend Wanda Maximoff x Innocent!Fem Reader)

You're walking on eggshells with Wanda. She's unaffected and you're confused. It doesn't help that your encounter with your best friend unraveled new sensations for you, that it made your small break a huge challenge as you spend it with her.

WARNING: jealous!wanda, corruption kink, defiling childhood bed (r), dirty talk, degradation, almost fingering while in front of other people, perverted actions: using inanimate objects as plushie and hairbrush for sex, unconsented pictures, guilt-tripping, steve and tony as your parents bc why not | +18 men & minors dni. Words: 5.1k Notes: i'm back, kinda! i hope everyone enjoys this :3

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Your best friend, who lent a helping hand – pun intended – is coming home with you during your break.

While you were beyond appreciative, you were nervous more than anything on how to act normal while being on the receiving end of Wanda’s affection without the flashes of the sensual touches and little adventures she took you on. It played like a crazy loop in your mind. Not only that, but it definitely shed a light on your feelings for the woman. You’re certain now that you like her more than a crush, more than as a friend.

Wanda revolved tenfold inside of your mind. Your little thoughts grew into a garden of filth, her consummate touch and moans playing like a broken loop – distinct and even agonizing.

You can’t help but worry still. Sure, Wanda has been increasingly affectionate – you didn’t even know that was possible. She barely let you go and her stares that lingered weren’t that slick even to your own observation – yet, you weren’t sure how Wanda feels about it. She never spoke about it, even after blowing the fuck out of your mind…

Little did you know, Wanda had a lovestruck fool of a grin on her way to her room, after accompanying you back to your own. You were a blushing mess, both hearts pounding as you walked through the carpeted halls, your best friend truly lived up to her words – expanding your horizon of taste when it comes to bed activities.

It was a torture to still feel Wanda’s fingers exploring your depths, her coaxing tone clear as a day, all while she brought you to a high you’ve never had before.

Shortly after, you went back to your normal routine. Your smile was wide as ever, Wanda mirroring yours with her head against the doorframe, checking you out from top to bottom. The thump on your chest didn’t ebb when she met you for a study session.

There was enough space between the two of you, and it’s safe to say how it was unnerving and Wanda didn’t like it one bit. Why were you holding back?

The chair creaked as she moved it closer to you.

“I can’t do this,” Wanda whispered vulnerably, slamming her book close which startled you. One moment she was busy flipping through the pages as you, who tried so hard to contain the thoughts, and suddenly you feel Wanda’s breathing by your side.

“What?” Was all you could say until you saw her head tilted and unmistakably leaned closer to you – feeling her soft lips pressed against your chapped ones, her scent washing over your senses.

The action was so chaste that it made Wanda feel her stomach flutter. You held her waist tenderly and gave her an eskimo kiss. She smiled at the contact and the woman was wrapped up into a softness she loved about you. It slightly made Wanda feel ashamed of her dirty thoughts.

All it took was for her to recuperate her mind and look down to your v-neck shirt that emphasized your breasts and made Wanda’s mouth water. You met her in a liplock, hers filled with an edge of roughness and wanting that churned up your resolve. She’s fast and devouring your pretty lips, that it wasn’t long before you caved in to Wanda’s frantic touches and she adored how you tried to keep up with her. Your best friend made sure you remember the traces she left you, reigniting the rush from the other night.

It honestly brought you to a point of being overwhelmed. The questions rattled you and Wanda can feel the gears turning in your head. Nothing else happened but her words struck you.

“Don’t you dare leave in the morning.” She muttered while caressing your nape, her arm snaked around your mid waist as if you were to disappear in thin air. And so you didn’t.

You woke up embarrassingly wet again. Was it the flashbacks? Had Wanda spilled her drink in the bed again? Or perhaps it was the so-called discharge you’ve learnt from her? You immediately fled from the scene, timidly asking Wanda for set of new clothes you could borrow.

Each day progressed badly. You remained baffled at the events even more that it led you to slowly slip away from your closeness and routine. It aggravated the woman, you can see her neat eyebrows crease every time you made up a poor excuse. Though, you were thinking that it’s Wanda; beautiful and you didn’t have an inch of worth to her standards. Whatever that relapse was, it bothered you.

Meanwhile, Wanda was motivated to get you both out of this funk.

Though, you rushed out of your dorm that made Wanda’s beautiful emeralds become puzzled as soon as you saw her in front of your doorstep, holding a paper bag full of love – her words, not yours. You can’t help but internally coo at her effort, which made you act before you even think of it. All you did was leave a kiss on her soft cheek and left her with nothing but a cryptic reply of meeting a friend.

It was a whiplash to the two of you. You weren’t this impulsive and intimate; while a part of Wanda is appreciative, reddened with your initiative, she was unaware what was the pushing force. Especially when you have been practising unspoken boundaries for the past few days – now she has to overthink who was this friend you speak of.

Were you hanging out with someone new? The girl from the library whom you shared a table with and constantly smiled at you, maybe the one who was too touchy and friendly with you at your student org? Her mind ran for miles. Was that what you craved? A new thing that could offer much more? Wanda huffed in disagreement. She doubts that someone else can be better than her.

There Wanda was, struck, a little humiliated and crestfallen. It felt like you were teasing her. The frustration builds up her chest as the woman couldn’t do her usual moves to you as workload took both of your time.

As much as Wanda possessed and adored her collection of erotic polaroids that contained you, nothing could beat the real thing now. Not when she successfully coaxed you to open Pandora's box – the memory of you riding her pillow to the brink of wetness and first orgasm, how she luckily had another time with you, still anew to her perverted mind.

She’ll make sure to make you pay back for this.

Around noon, you met up with your best friend. You guys were still following through your original plans for the break – your filthy rendezvous be damned. Zipped up in her black sweater, her denim jeans and chunky shoes. To your surprise, the emerald eyes were already looking at you. Your lips were caught in a twist, looking away in embarrassment.

“You’re barely covered up.” She nods over you, her tone amused.

It caught your attention. “Why? Doesn’t it look good?” You’re clueless, doing a small twirl for your best friend and self-consciousness has begun to eat you.

“Great. Wonderful, actually.” Wanda’s rasp stoked something in you, making your eyes quickly flit in her direction only to be met with dilated pupils that raked over your figure – one you were acquainted with. “But look at the skies, it could rain.”

You looked up at the gray clouds and shrugged. “We have your car. We’ll be fine, Wands.”

She concedes and it falls silent. Being in her car was the closest you two have been besides the previous incident. Though it was awkward for you, Wanda looked just fine. You stole glances of her side profile every now and then as she inspected her stuff in the visor and glove compartment. A small smile escapes your lips as you see the little trinkets you gifted her proudly displayed on her dashboard and still thoughtful as ever, Wanda adjusts the car’s AC towards you. She smelled wonderful, the awareness of your Wanda-deprivation kicking in.

“Where were you?” Wanda finally asks. Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “When you, uh, kissed me on the cheek. You seemed to be in a rush.” She clarifies with an adorable blush on her face. That was new.

Your eyes fluttered rapidly, not meeting the woman’s inquisitive green eyes – a telltale sign of you hiding something.

“Um, just ran some errands.” You sheepishly reply.

Wanda merely hummed in disbelief. She leaned to your side, fastening the seatbelt for you.

“Uh-huh. And I’m not buying that, you know?” Her honeyed voice washed over your neck so lightly, making you suck your breath in. It doesn’t help that you feel Wanda’s hand clasped and brushing over your front. “You suck at lying. What’s bothering you?”

“Let’s… let’s not talk about it right now, Wands.” How odd, Wanda thought. Still, her mission of riling you up was on the move and this motivated her even better.

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek in disappointment. You’re lucky that she loves challenges and she’s nothing but persuasive.

She sighed, letting go of the topic for now. “Okay.” Wanda will crack it out of you.

The pitter patter of your heart only grew with Wanda's feather-like touch, the woman softly hummed along the songs in your playlist. You're graced with her perfect side profile that your eyes cannot help but flicker back and forth, from her eyelashes up to her plump red lips and the slight movement of her wetting them with her tongue. It didn't take long for your mind to get sucked in flashbacks; how they felt against yours and the expanse of your skin...

“Are you alright? You look a little flushed, dorogaya.” Wanda murmured.

Your breath hitched and both your hands were gripping onto the seatbelt across your chest, the need to lessen your lightheadedness constantly increasing.

“We’re visiting your home to relax, (y/n/n). Maybe I can help you to de-stress again.” The woman feigned innocence in her words. You didn’t pick it up but she knew your mind was running a mile, recalling how good her definition of ‘de-stressing’ was.

How your best friend took you carnally on her bed… twice. At least the ones you remembered.

“Like a massage?” Your voice cracked, looking unsure over Wanda.

A devious smile is painted on her face.

“Sure, something like that.”

After a few hours, the two of you pull up into your hometown’s driveway. There’s a newfound feeling that stirred between you two after that life changing event – albeit Wanda coming over wasn’t exactly foreign, it felt as though your relationship progressed further.

Like she wasn’t here as your best friend, but something more. That had you nervous like a hopeless teenager again, barely normal around the woman you’re crushing into.

She was greeted with shoes being left on the doorstep and saw the picture frame that she cannot help but coo at each time she sees it. You look away which only tugged at Wanda's heartstrings. She pulled you close for a side hug. You were so fucking adorable. Both of you arrived at your hometown near dinner time and the more Wanda sees the parts of your house, her excitement grows more to finally see the room you grew up in.

Amongst other things…

Your best friend naturally takes the seat beside you. It was getting harder for her to restrain herself as she saw your outfit that went along with the breeze of the night. You changed into comfortable shorts and an oversized shirt, a contrast with your mostly covered self at the dorms.

Wanda’s eyes kept fleeting over the bits of your exposed skin and the whiff of your scent and lotion that got into her senses.

She absolutely cannot control herself.

“How's university life treating you, honey?” Steve asked, turning the rotating table on your way. It brought Wanda back to reality as seeing you shift uncomfortably in your seat, for a split second you halted on taking a spoonful of the meal. You were not willing to unpack the stress that you momentarily left miles away.

Wanda senses it and bites onto the opportunity of lending a supportive touch on your arm – a comfort to you and for herself. She orbits around you at this point and one thing Wanda knows well is the feeling of handling it on your own.

“She’s wonderful. This one is always trying her best at all times, sometimes I find her sleeping at her study table. I have to find ways for her to relax on multiple occasions.” Wanda smoothly took over with a charming smile.

Suggestiveness may not have been your strongest suit, but you learned enough from your best friend by this time enough to be nervous to the next words she was about to drop. You remember the ungodly activities that only your dorm can ever know. How uninhibited you were under Wanda’s voice and touch… the floating and inexplicable sense of relief that it gave you.

You feel your palms sweat. “No need to tell them all that, Wands,” You quickly chewed on your food, feeling slightly bothered.

“All I’m saying is I make sure (y/n) over here is in good hands. She keeps me grounded and I intend to return that gesture as well.” The grin on Wanda’s face was seeping through her tone. “She’s… quite a hard worker. Always deep once she’s locked in the learning zone.”

While you knew what she meant – you’re thankful that your fathers only took her words with a sweet smile as they listened intently with hands clasped at the table, taking Wanda's words as a reassuring reminder that you weren’t alone.

Conversations occurred again and it somehow led to a fit of chuckling and sounds of agreement at the dining table with more stories of your other dad, Tony's raging party days – refined into an appropriate storytelling, of course with your Pa Steve around – telling you the do’s and don'ts, and Wanda’s caresses had progressed into tiptoeing across your arm, then placing her hand atop of yours. She takes it as a win when she sees your slumped shoulders become less tense.

Among all things, you haven’t noticed Wanda's eyes that raked over your legs right now. She tunes out a little. As much as she loved being in this opportunity with you, your bestfriend still craved you and you were there, unknowing. Hers for the taking. She couldn’t help but ogle at your thighs through your short jeans, exposed before her own eyes, and clearly recalling how addictive they were to caress and mark.

Hands slithered on your left thigh, a ghosting touch that was beginning to rile you up. Wanda was on a mission to grip you softly by your thigh. It made you visibly hitch your breath, making Wanda chuckle. It made you flustered, hands tense around the utensil and so was the muscle of your thighs. Your best friend notches it up, feeling her fingertips stroke on your plush inner thigh. She feels so warm over your cold skin. Dangerously near your core. You’re familiar with it now – sensing the overflowing need and desire in Wanda’s grasp over you.

You gave her a pointed look. What was the point of this? You didn’t want your parents to catch you. It was beyond exhilarating. “Wanda, what’re you up to?” You utter close, only audible for her to catch.

“Nothing.” She shrugged as though her actions weren't anything scandalous.

By gods, Wanda cannot wait to have her hands and lips all over you again.

After the weird encounter you had at the dining table with Wanda, you both changed into indoor clothes. Nothing is ever that too normal with Wanda, you suppose. God, the teasing! It was torture. You were close to combusting into a mortifying pool of distress and lust – perhaps it was Wanda’s plotting all along because of the unwipeable grin etched on her gorgeous face.

She playfully (or so you hoped) suggested taking a shower together but you became a mess at the thought alone, you were stammering and barely making eye contact in front of your best friend. Wanda seemed to take mercy and left you to gather yourself, but not without a kiss on your cheek and a light slap on your ass.

Almost like she was mocking you for the same thing you did a few days ago.

She was cuddled up to your side, mindlessly tracing your arm and the soft skin of your slightly exposed stomach. The bed was better than the one from your dorms, offering a decent space for the two of you. Even enough for some of your plushies to lay in. It was driving her to the wall, looking at your fitted shirt that emphasized the swell of your breasts nicely, and the sweatpants combo that you wore for tonight. To Wanda’s mind, it was like you paraded yourself like fresh meat for her, ready to be taken once again. Your free hand stroked her brunette hair as the movie played on the television in front of you, occasionally pulling back when your phone rang.

You hear Wanda huff ever so lightly beside you at the divided attention she was getting.

“Just some project stuff,” You lean your phone to Wanda’s eyesight for affirmation. The group chat came into her view.

Her eyebrows creased once again. “At this hour?”

“Yep. Probably overthinking. More than me, which is surprising.” You humorously said to ease her protective nature and thankfully, Wanda snorted at.

“Hmm. Don’t respond now,” Wanda whispered as she burrowed her face on the crook of your neck. “You smell so good.”

You smiled nervously. Her breath tickled against your skin. “You smell just the same. Well, you used the same products as I did…”

You were talking nonsense out of nervousness, she could tell. Thankfully, Wanda didn’t call you out. You typed away, itching to wrap the conversation and enjoy your time with your best friend. Wanda can see it from the way you responded, she was so proud that it filled her with delight. She’s happy to know that a time with her was a bigger priority.

Underneath the light interaction, there was the desire that continues to brew in the pit of Wanda’s gut. She couldn’t do anything for now. As much as she wanted to stay up, the driving tired her out. So Wanda rested her eyes for a couple of minutes, hugging your bunny plushie.

Until there was a sigh of content that stirred Wanda to wake into consciousness.

Her brain didn’t register it for a few seconds. It continued, so pitiful and mewl-like. That can’t be right. She paled in realization. When Wanda woke up, she caught your hand in the cookie jar – the arched neck and eyes screwed shut, biting your bottom lip to suppress the moans. God, Wanda raked over your exposed legs and halfway pulled down underwear, as though you were so desperate — in a rush to touch yourself.

“And you were going to invite me, when?” You turn your head too quickly at the sound, you pull your fingers back like you were burned, eyes flutter just as rapidly.

“I didn’t think–”

“Clearly you weren’t. Touching yourself like a whore that wasn’t treated properly,” She snarked back. “You could’ve asked me this – days ago – and I would gladly give it to you, dorogaya. Now tell me, what were you thinking about?”

She scooted closer to you, on her knees and Wanda’s brunette hair still messy yet beautifully cascading. Her green eyes were filled with nothing but mirth.

“I didn’t know what to think about… it was better when you, um, led me a few weeks ago. I mindlessly just went for it,” Your center was wet, Wanda notices, but not as it was when she was deep in you a few nights ago when you were fast asleep.

“See how much you need me? That’s why you should’ve told me. Instead of roping me into a limbo with you.” Wanda settled between your legs. You audibly groaned when she took off your underwear, your legs feeling less restricted. “Maybe you need to be taught another lesson.”

She sees you visibly gulp. Your throat felt dry all of the sudden. “W-whatever you think is best for me, Wands.”

“Best for you, huh.”

She called you a whore but it didn’t phase you that much. You suppose it was the truth, no decent woman would touch themselves with their best friend innocently laying beside them. Wanda loved seeing your doe eyes. So compliant, the fear of being punished and talked down while simmering in careless yet a raunchy act reeled her in the most filthy thoughts once again.

“Did you get your fingers nice and wet?”

“Y-yes,”

“You sucked them good enough for me?” The thirst was unmistakable in Wanda’s saccharine tone that made you drip every second in your underwear.

She saw your inner thigh muscles become tense, as though you were grounding your mind, preparing for what was about to come. You hesitantly nod – embarrassed that even in suppression of your feelings, Wanda remained as the star of your lust and pent up desires. Maybe honesty will serve you well.

She pinned your wrists above your head. It embarrassingly made your back arch at the slight recoil due to the firmness of her grip and action. You were cruel for igniting a spark of hope, the icing of it all she got was a random kiss on the cheek. Wanda had enough of playing nice.

“We’ll start with the game of truths before you get rewarded. Is that fair enough for a whore like you?” The term rattled you – oddly in a good way. It sent you on a submissive headspace, being degraded by a different version of Wanda was satisfying. It made your stomach do flips and your cunt pounding. “Tell me who was the friend you met up with.”

It caught you off-guard. You feel bad at the realization that Wanda was racking her mind over it.

The friend in question was no other than her own brother. You wanted clarity on Wanda’s headspace, how to woo her, how the woman was like when it comes to… relationships. Naturally, her twin Pietro came to your mind. You spoke of your conundrum but nothing more than that – you can never share whatever happened in the dorms, of course.

“It was Pietro,” Your voice cracked at the confession. “I had some questions to ask about you.”

Wanda's fingertips skimmed over your ribs, trailing lower. Your breasts were practically begging to be groped – the way it flopped perfectly as you laid down. Did you say it was about her? She muses what it could've been about. She doesn't like being excluded from it.

"You're already with the better Maximoff twin. You should have asked me instead, whatever it was. I thought I was your favorite," Your bestfriend said, hurt. She caressed your knee and the action sent tingles right up your southern part. You shivered in pleasure. “My brother always gets everything. He can’t have your attention as well.”

You didn’t Wanda to misconstrue things from here on. "I know and you are, Wands! But it was about relationships, I wanted to know if uh, you were in one from the past and what you think of them,”

It seemed to do the trick, her aura calming down at your words.

“Let me get this straight, you wanted to know if I fucked someone before and if I’m a girlfriend material, so to say?” It was shameful when she said it out loud. Like you were frenzied to know Wanda outside of her comfort, making you avoid eye contact. "Oh dorogaya. If you wanted me, you already had me from the beginning. I'm definitely your girlfriend now."

Wanda has a devious smirk. It warmed her heart you consulted her twin and she basically had your mind hostaged. The smell of your arousal though was affecting her slowly.

She continued, “You left me high and dry. Do you think that’s fair for me, dorogaya?” Wanda raised an eyebrow, her tone condescending.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s always like that. You know I would never do you wrong, yet still…”

“I-I’m sorry,” You repeat hopelessly. “How can I make it better, Wands?”

She gave your mound a slap. Hard enough to startle you, yet your hips chased and bucked for more of Wanda’s touch.

“We can start with a few things. I wanna know if you used something else other than your fingers when you first explored masturbation.” Wanda wanted you to sit uncomfortably in your hole of shame it seems.

Her dexterous fingers bristled with intent, sensual and motivated to turn your gears. Wanda’s finger pads skimmed on your folds, just above the surface. Albeit each stroke did not come with force, it didn't stop you from slowly spreading your legs apart further and further.

"You just can't help it, hm?" Wanda’s eyes darkened when a sheer wetness covered her fingers. “Maybe it was mister bunny over here. Have you thought about grinding your pretty cunt against this soft plushie?” You breathed rapidly at the implication, heat spreading at the tips of your ears.

Wanda held the toy by its neck, the face of the innocent bunny being rubbed at your bare skin. It descended from your mound to your cunt. When you attempted to shut your legs at the teasing, she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, unamused as your erotic mewls of desperation bounced off the four walls.

You felt the fur of the material, getting tainted by the sinful act. Wanda stretched your folds as she dug the toy deep as it could get, rubbing it back and forth. You closed your eyes as you reel at the foreign sensation, it tickled you – almost near as grinding over Wanda’s pillow – remembering her words; gyrating your hips, letting your weight fall completely. To simply feel. So near your clit. But it was futile with its barely cuddle size.

“No, I’ve never,” You breathlessly reply, on edge.

A smirk fell onto her lips. “But you enjoyed that, didn’t you? I don’t think you used it either. It’s too small for someone as needy as you. You’re a big girl who wants a big reward,”

The striking difference of Wanda was moving you in ways you never thought it could. She was unnerving and demeaning, yet it was palpable with pleasure. You look over your side – the nightstand. Wanda follows your line of sight and it clicks to her what the object was.

“You used this?” Wanda humorously says, her green eyes dilating further. She held your hair brush, right at its bulbous tip and it made you feel so ashamed. “So adorable. I can definitely see you fucking yourself with this. Some good old penetration. Now, open your legs wide for me.”

You hesitantly spread them. Wanda clamped her teeth over her bottom lip, looking at the hot mess that you were. She went in slow with your pretty, wet hole intruding with the bulbous tip that you haven’t felt for a while. You felt the impatience in Wanda’s motions, pushing and pulling until all of its length was inside of you. Granted, it wasn’t much, but it stimulated you nonetheless.

Oh, it drove Wanda crazy.

“Maybe next time I’ll fuck you with a better toy,” She pushed the tip and you feel her tongue flattened, licking across your neck. A better toy? You wondered for a brief second. “A double-ended strap. A slut like you would enjoy a pleasurable length and girth, I can tell. Now say it how bad you want it,”

“I’m–I need you so bad, Wands!” You whined with bucked hips. "O-oh! Please, please. Wands..." You grasped on her nape and peered over the unrecognizable emerald eyes.

Her pupils blown, cheeks visibly flushed, and holding you tighter by your love handles. You bucked your pelvis by instinct and it made Wanda sport a knowing smirk before latching her lips onto yours; a kiss fueled with rough need. Her thrusts with the hair brush’s tip didn’t falter. She thrived on this sight of yours.

Wanda shushed you. She roughly pulls you by the cheek, only to give you the softest kiss to the expanse of your tense jaw – slowly easing to her ministrations. Yet again, you have fallen under her spell. Was it the dark or lightness you see; that, you can’t quite figure it out. But you know that you craved Wanda just as much.

She pulled the bulbous tip away, rubbing the length across your slit. It progressed harder right on your throbbing clit.

"Please, please.” She mocks you. You squirm and feel the soft sheets rustle against you. “Be patient, dorogaya. This isn't meant to be fun for you. Can you imagine how torturous it has been for me for a month? I'm simply walking you through it, baby."

Your spine arched until your front chest met Wanda's clothed own and it naturally gravitated in return, making your bodies pressed in heat. She feels the tip of your nipples, all pebbled that she can’t resist but suck on them, giving them ample attention.

Even when Wanda slowed down her ministrations, it didn’t help with the pressure she applied over your clit. You feel her in circles and all determined, your legs spasming and arms slung around her, wanting to hold something to gravitate you through this fucking.

Wanda’s grip over you was strongly reminiscent of a leash; you’re whining like a hopeless puppy. Cheeks heating up as you squirm.

What else is there to detest? Wanda is here touching you in all the right ways. You beam at her all eager, like the woman has shown you colors you never thought ever existed. You felt the familiar release that sent your body and mind into cloud nine with Wanda slumped over your body. She kissed your forehead and during the moment of you temporarily passing out, you saw a flash of something flicker for a second.

She took pictures of your fucked out face.

You felt something that was poking your lips apart. You opened them mindlessly, soon it registered that Wanda had inserted the hair brush’s tip – she wanted you to clean it off. And so you did, putting up a best attempt to suck them off dry. You tasted sweet and salty. It felt raunchy and dirty… how her mind worked when it came to lust, you were certain that Wanda was a succubus sent to devour you and your well of innocence.

Wanda ravished you thoroughly. She took off her own clothing, deciding that she’ll have her time of pleasure later on. Who knows, maybe she’ll introduce you to tribbing. Imagining your determination of wanting to please her, grinding harder against her cunt – Oh how it excited Wanda now that you were hers.

“Next time you want something, just tell me.”

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the great war (bucky barnes x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: you get jealous and have a fight with bucky. inspired by the great war by taylor swift.

a/n: hey anon!!! sorry it took so long. i have no excuse. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!!! <333 also i am once again asking u to send me requests with marvel characters (natasha/bucky/loki) and taylor swift songs so i can write a one shot about it !!!! bye love u

masterlist

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you don't know how it all happened. one second, everything was perfect. the next, you were acting like a crazy person and saying horrible and hurtful things. and now you're pretty sure you've officially lost him forever.

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it all started with her. agent carpenter. pretty, blue eyed blonde, flirty, perfect agent carpenter.

“alright everyone,” tony begins and the people in the meeting fall into silence. “as you all know, a new member is joining us on the avengers initiative.” they all nod, including you. “her name is samara carpenter and she was personally recruited by fury. which means she's very good at what she does.” the billionaire looks at steve and he nods, taking the lead.

“alright, i want you all to be nice and welcoming. especially you buck.” he says, making most of the people there snort. you look at him.

“what did i do now?” bucky asks, incredulous.

“nothing yet, but if you just stare at her and don't greet her like a normal person she'll leave this team as fast as she came.” sam tells him. the grumpy super soldier rolls his eyes.

“whatever, bird-brain.”

steve shakes his head in disapproval of the two bickering idiots but soon enough he's back on track with the presentation.

bucky's rough gaze scans the room until it falls on you. his eyes soften when he sees that you are already looking at him. you give him a soft and playful smile, which he returns.

after the meeting is done and everyone is dismissed, you head to your room.

not five seconds pass until someone knocks on the door. you smile, because you know who it is.

“come in!” you sing-song.

when he enters, you can't help but stare at him. you've been together for a year now but you still couldn't believe that he was yours. he was so beautiful, so funny, so kind, so dumb sometimes, just so… him. you loved him so much. yet you still hadn't said it. you were trying to take things slow, for both of your sakes.

“hey.” you tell him as he closes the door behind him. he has a look on his face which you recognize. something's bothering him.

“c'mere.” you pat the spot next to you on the bed.

he wastes no time in dropping himself unceremoniously on the mattress and letting out a sigh.

you begin to run your hands through his hair.

“d'you think i'm scary?” he asks with a pout adorning his beautiful pink lips. god, you want to kiss him so badly. so that's what you do. you peck his lips and then immediately shake your head with a smile.

“do you think that adorable pout could be scary?” he purses his lips to stop himself from smiling, but still, a small smile plays on his lips.

“y/n, i'm being serious.” he sighs. you do too.

“maybe to some people you could be. not to me though.”

“but when you first met me-”

“i was too busy thinking about how hot you were to worry about you being scary.” he laughs. god, how you love that sound. you would ridicule yourself to hear it. “is this about what steve and sam said?”

he shrugs.

“i just… hate that i'm so socially inadequate.”

you hand in his hair stops. he furrows his brows.

“bucky,” you begin, “we are a bunch of weirdos, all of us. there is not one person on this team who is socially adequate.”

“but at least the others can fake it, you can fake it.”

“you know what my favorite thing about you was when we first started to become friends?” you ask and he shakes his head. “that your face said it all. if you weren't in the mood for something, i could tell from a mile away, and in return, if something excited you, it would be contagious.” you caress his cheek and he leans into your touch. “and when i couldn't pretend, i always knew you were there to just sit in silence with me. no expectations to be socially acceptable.”

“i don't know how you do it.” he sighs. you frown.

“do what?”

“make every bad thing about me sound so… good.”

your frown deepens.

“hey.” you straddle him and grab his face in between both your hands. “you are perfect. just like you are. don't you dare change yourself.” you tell him firmly. then you purse your lips. “unless you totally want to for whatever reason and i would totally support you because-” you suddenly fall silent. he looks at you, expectant for you to finish your sentence. “because you know i'm here for you, no matter what.”

he smiles softly.

“i know, doll. me too, i'm always here for you no matter what.” you purse your lips to stop yourself from spilling your heart out of your mouth as you caress his cheekbone with your thumb.

“how about we watch a movie? you can pick.”

he pecks your lips and nods.

you spend what is left of the day watching movies and cuddling.

\\\\

two days after that meeting, she arrives. you're all hanging around the common kitchen when steve appears with someone trailing behind him.

“everyone, this is agent carpenter.”

“please, call me samara. or sammie even.”

“sammie, nice to meet you.” sam is the first one to greet her. “i'm sam wilson, but the coolest avenger is fine too.”

you shake your head and roll your eyes. then, you take a step forward, but before you can introduce yourself and welcome her to the team, you see her eyes flicking over to something right next to you. or someone. her eyes shine with curiosity and attraction.

“hi, nice to meet you.” she smirks. you swallow slowly.

bucky gives her a nod, but then he seems to remember what steve and sam told him and attempts to give her a smile.

“hi, i'm bucky.”

“bucky,” she repeats slowly, almost tasting the name in her mouth. she's about to say something else but before she can, you speak up.

“i'm y/n. welcome to the team.” you smile as honestly as you possibly can, but dread fills your stomach.

“hi!” she smiles at you. “you're so pretty, oh my god!”

you give her a tight smile.

“thank you.”

“of course!”

the rest of the team introduces themselves, even though she insists she already knows almost all of them and then you all go about your day.

\\\\

it had been a month since she arrived at the compound. you had seen her a few times, mostly during training. but you didn’t particularly go out of your way to talk to her. there was something you didn’t like. maybe it was your intuition, or maybe it was the fact that she did seem to go out of her way to talk to your boyfriend. and he did not seem upset by that, the opposite actually. he seemed to enjoy it.

you were not a jealous person, least of all with bucky. but something about her irked you. something about her made you doubt yourself and everything you believed in.

“i like her,” natasha says while she paints her nails, laying on her stomach on your bed.

wanda hums in agreement while she flips through the pages of a beauty magazine. you don’t say anything.

“what about you, y/n?”

“um, yeah.” you try to give them a convincing smile but based on the looks they give you, you do not succeed.

“okay, spill the tea.” wanda tells you. had she been learning internet lingo?

you sigh.

“i just- i don’t know.” you shake your head. “doesn’t something feel off to you?”

“not really.” wanda says as natasha narrows her eyes.

“you’re jealous.” she finally decrees.

“i’m not.” you respond defensively.

“you’re jealous that she seems to be getting along with barnes.”

“i-“ you begin your sentence with the intention of uttering a lie, but it dies right on your tongue. “i am. but i don’t want to be.” you confess.

“explain yourself.” she tells you in a tone that could sound commanding and harsh to someone else, but you know it’s filled with care. she’s your best friend, she would never hurt you on purpose. so is wanda, who looks at you with a knowing look you can’t seem to pinpoint the reason for.

“i just- i don’t know. he’s never like that with anyone. since when is he the type to joke around with someone?” you shake your head. “i’m an asshole, cause i should be happy for him. he’s putting himself out there. but i can’t. i’m jealous. so cliche.” you huff.

“you’re not an asshole. an asshole would make a whole scene, give him an ultimatum or something like that. you’re just expressing your feelings to your friends.”

“and, y/n, we all have those ugly feelings. they are human.” wanda tells you, softly. “you should talk to him about it.”

“what if he gets mad?”

“y/n, please. that man adores you, he could never get mad at you. least of all for this.”

maybe they’re right. maybe that’s the healthiest thing to do. and even as you agree with them, you know you will not talk to him about this. because he will realize that you’re right, and that there is so much more to the world than just… you.

\\\\

“come on! you just have to put it in the oven!”

you hear her before you see her. you weren’t expecting to see him though.

right there, almost as if mocking you, they stand. cooking together. he looks so comfortable around her.

they seem to be wrapped up in their own little bubble, so you clear your throat. immediately, they turn to look at you. he widens his eyes, almost looking guilty.

“james found me and i asked him to join me.” she explains, but you stop paying attention the moment she says his name. she called him james.

“james?” you narrow your eyes in question.

he seems to want to say something because he opens his mouth like a fish out of water but you leave mumbling an excuse about training with nat before he can utter a word.

back in your room, you fall to the floor and break down. you knew she was trouble the moment she walked in, but you weren’t expecting this to happen so soon.

heartbroken, you get up from where you’re sitting and head to your bathroom.

the girl in the mirror looks defeated, but you feel angry. if he didn't need you anymore, then you didn’t need him either.

\\\\

the days after that, you ignore him, always having an excuse at the tip of your tongue to not hang out with him. he doesn’t seem to care that much. until, you suppose, after three days, he begins caring.

“doll, can we talk?”

“hm?” you play dumb. you encountered each other in the common kitchen. that damned place, you hated it now, but you were hungry.

“i asked you if we can talk. you seem… distant.” his brows are furrowed. you only know that because you turned to look at him only for a second. other than that, your gaze doesn’t meet his. “come on, y/n, i know something’s wrong.”

you look at him and smile sarcastically.

“you do?”

“yes. please, let’s ta-“

“hey guys!” you roll your eyes at her voice.

“have fun you two!” you tell them, smiling venomously, only looking at him before you leave.

“is everything okay?” she asks.

“i’m sorry samara, i can’t talk right now.” you hear him say before you hear his footsteps getting closer to you in the hallway.

“y/n!” he calls out to you when you get into the elevator without looking behind you. before the doors can close, you see his metal arm get in between them. he gets in and they close. once they do, he hits the stop button. then, he turns to you. he frows when he sees the hate in your eyes. “y/n, what is going on?”

you scoff.

“fuck off, james.” you tell him, your voice full of venom. he widens his eyes in surprise before narrowing them.

“oh, so that’s it? you’re jealous and that’s why you’re avoiding me and acting crazy now?”

“i’m not jealous, but i’m not blind either.” you clench your jaw. “and don’t call me crazy.”

“you are blind if you think something’s going on with her.” he tells you. you roll your eyes and then tilt your head.

“when was the last time you let someone call you james? when was the last time you cooked with someone who was not steve?” he begins breathing heavily. you laugh and bite your lip incredulously. “i think you took the whole being friendly thing too serious.”

“i can't believe you right now.” he shakes his head. “you're angry because i'm not being an asshole to her?”

you scoff.

“oh, please, james.” he clenches his jaw.

“stop calling me that.”

“oh, so i can't call you that but she can?”

“you know that's not-”

“you know what? go ahead. let her call you james. fuck her in the middle of the common room for all i care. lets see how long she puts up with you.” you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth but its too late, a deep hurt covers his face. still, you can't stop. you're too hurt, too scared. too goddamn stupid. “you think she's going to console you while you have your nightmares?” you laugh venomously. “you think she's going to accept you, all of you?” as you keep talking, his expression turns from pained to angry. resentful even.

he turns to the panel control of the elevator and pushes the stop button so the elevator will move again.

“you know what?” he glances at you and you're almost taken aback by the distant look in his eyes. “maybe i'll fuck her. maybe i'll even date her too. she's probably not as desperate and clingy as you.”

“fuck you.” you spit out.

the doors open, he steps outside. before he leaves, he turns to look at you.

“yeah, you too.”

after the doors close again, you fall to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob. you never thought it would end like this.

\\\\

four days. four fucking, horrible, long days bucky has been gone from the compound. you try to ask steve about it, because you know he knows where he is, but he won't tell you. even though you two are close friends and he never got in the middle of a fight between you two– even though you two never fought– he seemed angry. at you. you didn't know if he knew the reason for the fight, but he knew you were in the wrong, that much you knew.

these days all you do is cry, sleep, eat and repeat. you're way past heartbroken, you're miserable, inconsolable. it's all your fault. this prison of sadness was your own making.

you miss him. god, you miss him. you wonder how he is. did he already fuck someone else? did he regret ever being with you?

you don't dare text or call him. you're too embarrassed. you acted like a crazy person, and said awful, horrific things. and you're pretty sure he'll never forgive you. but what will you do then? how will you build a life without him? oh god, you're crying again. great, just great, you think as you turn around in your bed. who were you without him?

\\\\

its the sixth day of his absence when you go talk to steve. you drag yourself from your bed, with your swollen and red rimmed eyes and knock on his door.

“y/n…” he tells you, pity dripping from his tone.

“hey…” you try to give him a fake smile, but as soon as the corners of your mouth move, they turn downwards into a frown, and you start crying. sobbing really. inconsolable sobs leave you as steve wraps you up in his arms.

“hey, hey, it's okay.”

“no, it's not! i hurt him! i don't know why i did it, but i did!” you sob.

“hey,” he pulls away from you a bit to look you in the eyes, “come in. come on, come on.” he tells you as you slowly make your way inside.

you sit down on the edge of his bed and he sits down next to you.

“steve, is he- is he okay?”

he looks at you. you know him, so you know that that look means he isn't.

“he's safe though.”

“i really messed up.”

“i know.”

“he told you?”

“he didn't need to. i saw it on camera. wanted to know why the elevator stopped working for a while.”

you put your head in your hands and begin sobbing again.

“oh my god.” you sob. “i-i'm so sorry you had to see that. i dont… i dont know what-” a hiccup escapes you. “i can't-” another hiccup. “oh god…” your shoulders shake as you sob into your hands.

“hey…” he draws comforting circles on your back, but nothing can comfort you. not when he's hurt and hates you and it's all your fault. “hey.”

“steve, how can i fix it? can i even-” hiccup, “can i even fix it?”

he looks at you with pity.

“i don't know, y/n. i think he's gonna need some time.”

“oh my god.” you say. steve had always rooted for you two, so if he's saying it can't be fixed it really means it can't. “i'm going to die.”

“you're not going to die.”

“i can't live without him. i can't.” you shake your head frantically. “please, just tell me where he is. i need to-”

“i dont think it's a good idea.” he tells you sympathetically.

“please,” you beg him, “please, i need to- if it ends…” more tears fall from your eyes. “it can't end like that. please. he deserves more than that.”

he looks at you, seemingly pondering what you're saying. you look at him the whole time, pleading. he sighs. he's going to tell you.

\\\\

you look at the old building that seems to be deteriorating with each passing second. you straighten down your clothes (steve insisted you get properly showered and dressed) and take a deep breath. he's staying at a safe house in brooklyn. of course. it was so predictable and so him, you almost decided to leave. maybe you should let it end how it ended. what if this time it was worse? but you didn't have the luxury to think like that. it was over, but you needed him to remember you as the good times you shared, not that damned last time.

you enter the building and go up the stairs to the seventh floor, since there is no elevator.

when you reach his door, a green one who looked like if you blew on it it would fall down, you freeze. what are you even supposed to say to him? hi, bucky, sorry i told you she wouldn't be able to put up with you, insinuating that you are hard to love, hope everythings okay between us! ugh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

you take another deep, slow breath, because you know otherwise he'll be able to hear you. then, you knock two times.

when the door opens he takes your breath away. this time not because he's gorgeous but because you're so scared that you fear you're going to pass out.

“what do you want?” he asks harshly. you feel tears prick your eyes but you blink them away.

“hear me out, please.”

“no, thank you.” he goes to close the door, but you swiftly get inside before he does. he slams the door behind him when he turns around to look at you, now inside the apartment, looking uncomfortable and out of place. “i told you i didn't want to hear you out.”

“just-”

“leave.”

“one second-”

“leave, y/n.”

“bucky-”

“oh, so now i'm bucky?” your lip wobbles.

“you're always bucky.”

“not last time we talked.”

“that's why i'm here.” he lifts his chin, looking at you with so much indifference you wonder if he ever looked at you with love in his eyes.

“i don't care to hear you explain yourself.” a tear escapes your eye. you dry it with your sleeve harshly. his face seems to soften for a second but then it goes back to its harshness.

“i'm not here- i'm not here to explain myself.” he looks at you.

“why are you here then?” you sigh.

“remember that time you took me to feed the ducks on that park?”

“yes. so?”

you smile softly as tears fall down your face.

“that was the time i told you i wanted to be your girlfriend. no one ever took me to such a silly date.” you chuckle softly. then you frown in pain looking at the floor now. he shifts his weight from one feet to the other, impatient.

“what's your point?”

“that's how i'd like you to remember me.”

“what?” you look at him. he's frowning.

“i know that the last time we talked i was… crazy. i just- i know theres no going back, but id like, for the sake of what we had, for you to not remember me like that.” you tell him. “because we were more than that.” the last word comes out broken to give way to a silent sob. you try to compose yourself. “I'm sorry. don't pay attention to that.” you give him a fake smile, which you know he can see right through.

“y/n-”

“okay, i'll leave. but… come back to the compound. i'll move out if you want me to, just, don't stay away from your friends just because of me.” you go to leave, walking past him, when he grabs your arm. when you turn around there are unshed tears in his eyes.

“i don't care about the compound. or about remembering you.” oh. you widen your eyes and heavy tears leave them.

“okay, i'm- i'm sorry for suggesting-”

“no.” you nod, understanding. “no, no.” he repeats. he grabs you by the shoulders and he crouches so he's eye level with you. “i don't want to have to remember you.”

you frown.

“but, bucky-”

“but i probably should.” he cuts you off.

“yeah,” you laugh humorlessly as you cry. “you should. i'm sorry. i never should've come here. i'm sorry.”

“stop saying sorry and explain to me what the hell happened.” you tilt your head.

“i… i got jealous.”

“that's it? that's why you hurt me?” he asks. you look down. this was it. he was giving you a chance. explain yourself like you never have before, you think to yourself.

“i never got why you were with me-”

“stop saying were. this could end today, but as of now, were still together.” you purse your lips. “hey, hey, its okay.” he says softly as he puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes the tears that begin falling again with his thumbs.

“im sorry-” he looks at you pointedly. you nod. “i just… i don't understand why you're with me. im not- im nothing like you.” you begin. he frowns. “you are kind and thoughtful and amazing and im- im not good like you.”

“what? y/n, you're the best person i know.”

“you can't still think that.” he looks at you honestly. he does? “see? you're so- and i'm so…”

“lets sit down.” he tells you and you both do, on the old couch thats near the window. he gestures for you to continue.

“i just- you'll never get it. and thank god you won't. but im not- im not a natural, you know? not like you, not like her.” you fidget with your hands. “you guys, the team, you like me because i'm fake. you wouldn't if you knew the real me. but i showed it to you pretty easily, i guess.” you laugh without a trace of humor. he frowns. then, he grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles. bucky takes a deep breath before speaking.

“y/n, i like- no, scratch that. i love you because i know you.” your face contorts in pain. you start crying heavily again. “hey, hey, come on baby, talk to me.”

“i just… she's so… perfect. for everyone, for you.”

“i don't want her, i want you.”

“you cant want me after what i said to you. i hurt you and i'll never forgive myself for that.”

“yes, you hurt me. but you were hurt too, i just didn't see it.”

“im so scared you'll wake up one day and realize there is so much more to the world than… me.” you sob and cover your face with your hands.

bucky pulls your hands away from you face and pulls you into his lap.

“listen to me.” he tells you firmly. “there is nothing more to the world than you. you are it for me, y/n. i love you.”

“bucky-” you hiccup. “i'm so sorry i said that about you. i promise you i just said it to you because i- i was lashing out. anyone would accept and love you, you are literally the most amazing-” hiccup, “person-” hiccup, “in the universe.”

he smiles softly at you and the unshed tears come back, but this time, he lets them fall.

“baby, listen to me. i love you. i'm not going anywhere.” you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. “and i forgive you. i promise you i don't resent you. i know what it's like to lash out when you're hurt.”

“bucky-” you sob against his chest.

“shh, baby, its okay.” he soothes you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “it's okay, i got you.”

you take a shuddering breath and lift your head from his chest to look at him. you grab his face with both your hands.

“i promise you i'll never lash out again. im so sorry. i-” he gives you a pointed look. “i know. im not saying sorry anymore. sor-” you purse you lips and he lets out a laugh. then, he shakes his head incredulous and looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes you feel like you're going to pass out from all the love you feel for this man. “can i kiss you?” you ask him shyly.

“please.”

and so you do. the kiss is soft, vulnerable, you're telling him how sorry you are, how much you love him, and thats when you remember you didn't say it.

he whines when you pull away, something that makes you smile.

“bucky,”

“yeah, baby?”

“i love you. so much i feel like i'm going to throw up.” he lets out a loud laugh.

“i love you more, doll.”

you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on that couch in that old apartment, not ready to go to the compound yet. but you do send a text to steve before turning off your phone to spend time with the love of your life. you almost lost him, but you didn't, and as you lay in that old mattress on the floor, while he makes love to you and whispers of words of adoration and devotion fill your ears, you vow to him one thing. you'll always be his.

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Eleven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 2,511

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names, nothing to major I don’t think.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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“I would like to adopt her”

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It’s been nearly four years since Y/n was adopted by Howard and his wife Maria at first she was confused about what was happening when she had to leave Bucky’s home and go with Howard.

The couple already had a son named Tony who was ten at the time, at first he was distant with her until he heard crying during the night, he listened out to see if his mother or father would go and check on her upon hearing nothing more other than her whimpers he climbed out of his bed and made his way into her room.

“It’s okay you’re having a bad dream. Wake up Y/n.” He stayed with her until she fell back to sleep, softly stroking her hair as he read her the bed time story his mother was reading to her earlier that night.

Tony grew to be overprotective of his little sister.

He didn’t care about starting fights when he heard she was being bullied at school, glaring at those who stared at bit to long for his liking. Though he would never admit to it but he was actually jealous of Y/n’s friendship with Bucky and Steve, especially with Bucky.

Her first Christmas spent with the Starks was magical to her; the huge Christmas tree, the pretty lights, the food and the presents. So, so many presents.

As the years passed Howard and Maria watched proudly as Y/n came more and more out of her shell, became independent. They found out that she was quite a cheeky little girl cheeky monkey Howard called her, she would always stick her tongue out at him after he called her that. Maria loved it when Y/n would sit in between her legs and toss her hair back a silent way of asking her to play with her hair. They loved her equally as much as they loved Tony.

“Ducky get back here!” She screamed.

“No!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to hit me!”

“No I’m not I promise” liar liar pants on fire she sang to herself.

Bucky stopped running slowly turning to face her with his eyes squinting. “Bunny I told you I know when your lying”

“Ducky.” Her hands going to her hips as she cocks her hip to the side just like she had seen her momma do “I’m not lying I swear it, just come here”

“Say please”

“Please”

“Say Bucky’s amazing”

“Bucky’s amazing”

“Now say I love Bucky so so so much”

“Eww I’m not saying that!”

“Then I won’t come to yo-“

“I love Bucky so so so much. Happy?”

“Yep” Bucky grinned as he walked over stopping in front of her “ow ow, Bunny stop! You said you wouldn’t hit me!” He cries out.

“You. Pushed. Me. Over. In. The. Mud!” She says smacking him.

“It was funny”

“Was not! Now I’m dirty and momma won’t like it”

“Aww. But it was funny though you have to admit”

It…it kind of was.

“It’s not funny and you have no right in touching her” Tony says loudly walking over from where he was sitting.

“I-I…we were just playing”

“We were just playing” Tony mocks “you could have really hurt her”

“I would never hurt Bunny”

“Her names Y/n. Repeat after me Y/n”

“I know what her name is Tony”

“Well stop calling her that ridiculous name-“

“Hey! I like when he calls me Bunny, Tone why are you being mean for?”

“He should be hanging out with kids his own age”

“I’m a year older than her…”

Tony stands there and raises an eyebrow, glancing around the yard he pulls out a cigarette out of its packet “I don’t care stop hanging around my sister”

“You’re not allowed to smoke! Momma said it’s bad”

“Like I care! You” he points at Bucky “don’t talk to my sister ever aga-“

“Shut up Tony, he’s my friend”

“You’ll stay away from him Y/n/n”

Making a show of herself getting closer to Bucky she took his hand in hers “No. You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Listen here you little brat you’ll do as-“

“Ducky…”

“Yeah”

“Run!”

“Get back here Y/n!”

Hand in hand they take off running back into the house with Tony close behind them.

“Woah woah slow down kiddo’s”

“Sorry Mr George”

“Sorry dad” they call out at the same time.

“Momma, momma Tony smoking again!”

“What?”

“Me and Ducky was playing outside and Tony said the Ducky can’t call me Bunny anymore or be my friend anymore and he pulled out that white stick that he’s not allowed to have” she breathes out, slightly out of breath from her running.

“Ma…she’s lying” Tony speaks hesitantly as his mother glares at him.

“No she’s not!” Bucky’s quick to defend Bunny.

“Y/n sweetie why don’t you and James go back outside and carry on playing, I’ll call you in when lunch is ready” Maria says softy yet leaving no room to argue.

“Bu-Y/n I’m really sorry for pushing you over, I-I was just playing” Bucky says once they’re back outside.

“What did you just call me?”

“Y/n…”

“No no no I’m Bunny to you”

“But Tony said-“

“Ignore Tony! Please Ducky”

“Okay”

“What’s my name?”

“Miss poo poo pants” he grinned.

Y/n loved going to school even though she had no friends and was bullied quite often. She tried desperately to make friends just like Maria told her to do but none of the other kids wanted to be friends with her.

She was that one kid who was always alone and sometimes often seen talking to herself, she would run from one class to the next just so she wasn’t late and ate her food in the bathroom.

Despite always being alone she loved school.

One time Maria made her go to a sleepover that she wasn’t invited too, Maria spoke with the girls mom and that Friday night she was taken to the house for this sleepover.

It was a nightmare.

The other girls didn’t speak to her, they didn’t let her join in the fun activities. When it was time to sleep she settled down in her sleeping bag and feel asleep, waiting for the morning to come so she could leave.

When she woke her heart broke.

They had cut all her hair off.

“W-why di-did you do t-t-this?” She stuttered out, gripping the pile of hair they had cut off.

“It’s funny” one of the girls giggled.

Y/n grabbed her things and ran out of the room and down the stairs passing the mom on her way out, missing the grin on the woman’s face. She sat outside the home waiting for her momma to pick her up, tears streaming heavily down her face.

“Y/n? What-“

“T-they cut my hair off momma”

“Sweet baby come here”

Y/n climbed into Maria’s arms clinging on for dear life. Her hair was so long and curly and she loved it, it now came to her shoulders and was cut messily.

“I’ll get my friend to do it properly, okay? She’ll make it look nice and we’ll get ice cream afterwards yeah?”

“M-my hair momma”

“I know baby, it’ll grow back I promise”

Maria’s friend did in fact make her hair nicer but the problem was that it was now a little bit shorter than what the mean girls did. Y/n shook her head at the opportunity to get ice cream, all she wanted to do was go home and get into bed.

“What happened angel?” Howard asked when he came out of his office - the one place Y/n wasn’t allowed to explore - concerned and shocked at seeing his daughter red eyed and short hair.

“They cut my hair off because it was funny”

“Did you want them too?”

“No dada I was asleep”

“Oh angel.” He kneels down in front of her, his hands cold as he presses them on both sides of her head. “You still look very pretty”

“But my hair looks stupid”

“It doesn’t look stupid darling”

“It does!”

“No it doesn’t. Don’t try and argue back missy. I wouldn’t lie to you Y/n you know this”

“Sorry dada, can I go to bed please?”

“It’s okay and you can, I’ll wake you up when lunch is ready okay”

“Okay” she rushes off upstairs and to her bedroom, climbing into her bed she laid there and with shaky hands she ran her fingers through her hair. Crying as she dreads Bucky’s reaction, knowing he loves her long hair.

Bucky walked into Howard’s house with Steve next to him, wondering where Bunny was.

“She’s in the backyard boys“

“Thanks Miss Maria” they call over their shoulders already making their way outside.

“Hi Bunny”

“Hi Ducky, hi Steve”

“Why do you look sad?” Steve says after he said his greeting.

“Why are you wearing your hood up?” Bucky then questions.

“Please please please don’t be mad”

“Why would I be mad Bun?”

“Because-“ her hands move towards the hood and slowly pulled it down, eyes casted downwards. “-of this”

“Bun…” Bucky gasped with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m sorry” she cries.

“You had your hair cut?”

“I didn’t want to I swear!”

“Why did you let your ma do it then?”

“I didn’t, she didn’t, I was at a sleepover and the girls did it. They cut my hair wh-when I was asleep Ducky”

Bucky moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her as she cried. “It’s okay Bunny, it looks nice. Doesn’t it Stevie”

“Super nice” Steve agrees.

“It looks stupid!”

“It doesn’t”

After pulling away Bucky wiped the tears away and frowned, he always hated seeing her cry because he didn’t know what to do to make the tears stop from falling.

“Do you want to carry on playing fairies?” He asked knowing that she loved playing that game.

“Okay”

They played for hours, Bucky missing the way her hair flowed behind her as she ran. Missing the way it would always tangle itself around her body.

He didn’t know these girls who did this to his Bunny but he hated them.

“Bunny guess what?”

Lifting her head off the ground she looked over at him “what?”

“It’s nearly Christmas”

“I know, I’ve been good this year have you?”

“Of course. What do you think Santa will bring you?”

“A pony”

“A pony? How will Santa be able to put a pony on his sled Bun?”

“Magic” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Magic?”

“Yep, what do you think Santa will be bringing you?”

“A bike”

“You already have one…”

“I know but I want a new one”

“Oh. Well I’ll be getting a pony and you’ll be getting a bike because we’ve been really good this year”

“That’s true”

They both lay back down and carry on watching the fluffy clouds go past. Y/n really hoped that she was getting a pony whilst Bucky was also hoping the same thing for her.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“Will you be spending Christmas with us again?”

“I’m not sure why?”

“I want you to”

“Why?”

“Because your smelly”

“That makes no sense”

“You don’t make no sense”

They fall back into silence as the clouds go by.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“We’ll be friends forever won’t we?”

“Of course”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once again.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once…again.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“My ma’s having a baby”

“What?”

“Yeah she’s having a baby”

“I want one”

“You can’t”

“Why not?”

“Your not married”

“Oh. Well can you marry me?”

“Why?”

“So I can have a baby”

“Okay”

“So…are we married now?”

“Yeah I think so”

“Good, that’s good”

“Should we tell our parents?”

“Okay”

Bucky stands up first and hold his hand out for her to take, hand in hand they head inside to where their parents were talking.

“Ma dad uncle Howard and Aunt Maria me and Bunny have to tell you something” Bucky starts, gaining the attention of all four adults.

“What is it son?”

“We’re married” Y/n beams.

“Oh really? Since when?” Howard chuckles.

“We were outside and Bunny asked me if we could get married so we did” Bucky continues.

“Why did you want to marry Bucky darling?”

“So I can have a baby” looking at Winnie and Maria who start to choke on their drinks.

“Do you know where babies come from?” George says as he pats Winnie on her back.

“The belly” the two kids reply in unison.

“Do you know how the baby gets there?”

“No…”

“You’ll have to kiss each other” Howard says.

“I have to kiss Bunny?”

“I have to kiss Ducky?”

All four adults stifle their laughter as the kids pull away from each other pulling disgusting faces.

“Eww I’m not kissing him!”

“I’m not kissing her!”

“That’s how babies get in the woman’s belly” George chuckles.

“I don’t want to be married to you anymore Ducky”

“Good I don’t want to be married to you either”

“Look Bunny I got a new bike!” Bucky says as he speeds past her on his new bike.

“That’s so cool can I ride it?”

“Okay but you have to be careful I don’t want you falling off like last time”

Bucky hops off the bike and waits for Y/n to come over and helps her get onto the bike. He holds on until she’s gotten the hang off it.

“I’m riding it Ducky! Look” she squeals.

“I’m looking, I’m proud of you Bun” just as he says them words she starts to wobble and falls off. “Bunny! Christ Bun are you okay?”

“I broke your bike Ducky I’m so sorry” she cries as she clutches her knee closer to her chest.

“I don’t care about that, are you hurt?”

“My knee. Ducky I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay-that’s a lot of blood” he pales at the heavy flow of blood streaming from her injured knee.

“Is-is it going to fall off?”

“No, well it shouldn’t do.”

Lifting her up he helps her walk in to the house, he calls out for Maria who comes rushing over and paling when she sees the blood flowing down her daughters leg, picking her up she rushes her into the bathroom where she can clean up the wound.

Bucky felt really bad for her falling off his bike especially since this time she had hurt herself, last time it happened luckily she fell off and landed on grass, the only injuries that was done was to her dress.

Watching as she limped out of the bathroom he rushed over giving her his arm to lean on.

“I’m really sorry Bunny”

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I broke your bike”

“It’s not broken don’t worry”

During dinner Bucky asks Y/n if she had gotten a pony from Santa, shaking her head sadly she carried on eating.

“When I’m older I’ll buy you a pony” he promises smiling when she smiles up at him.

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sebsbarnes · 3 months

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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simplyholl · 9 months

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Out of My System Pt 5

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

W/C: 1.9K

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The midnight pool party was all you could talk about. You decided to wear the tiny, red bikini you had only wore around the compound. And only in front of people you were extremely comfortable with. Nat bought a black one just like it, so you could match for the party. It helped you to feel less self conscious too.

Everyone who was anyone would be in attendance tonight, including Tony’s nephew Ben. You went on one date with him a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t anything serious. You still texted with him sometimes. It was mostly flirting, nothing too deep. He was attractive, but you couldn’t see yourself with him long term. Maybe that’s just what you needed right now, some fun.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the small garment made you look. You fluff your hair one last time before walking down the hallway to meet up with Nat.

Loki’s mind hadn’t stopped racing since the kiss that almost was. He had made up a million different plans to seduce you. Each of them worse than the last. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Under usual circumstances, he could get a woman out of her panties without so much as talking to her.

He just turned on the charm and they fell at his feet. But he had never seduced a mortal before, had never wanted to. He couldn’t figure out the hold you had on him. He knew Fiona was right. He was merely curious. Once he had you in his bed, the spell you had on him would be broken.

The music blared out of the speakers. Most of the guys were jumping into the pool. Steve was grilling by the side of the compound. You and Natasha were dirty dancing on everyone who came over to you. You were laughing and smiling so much, your cheeks hurt.

Loki watched as you danced with Ben Stark. You were wearing that red bathing suit that was often the subject of his fantasies. Loki wasn’t jealous. He just wished it was him you were dancing with instead.

The song changed and you ran over to Natasha, both of you screaming about the song choice. Nat sat in one of the lounge chairs. You crawled on top of her grinding against her in time with the music. The Ying Yang Twins was the artist playing. Loki recalled Lang introducing it to him months prior, so he would be familiar with Midgardian music. A classic, he had called it.

Loki couldn’t take his eyes off you. You made eye contact with him. He looked away too quickly, failing to hide that he was staring. He saw you say something to Natasha. You crawled out of her lap, and walked towards him.

“Hey Loki, can we talk for a minute?” He nodded, scooting over on his blanket to make room for you to sit beside him. “You’ve been weird with me since field day. I just wanted to know why.”

“I haven’t meant to behave strangely with you. I apologize.” He’s looking at the other party goers instead of you. “I thought you were going to kiss me.” That gets his attention. He whips his head toward you.

“I wanted you to. I replayed it over and over again in my head. I thought I misread the situation. It’s so hard to read you. I never know what’s on your mind. Tell me what you want, Loki.”

A sigh escapes him. He pushes a stray hair behind your ear. “I want you.” It seems like a weight has been lifted off him with that confession. You’re feeling more confident now. “Then have me. What’s stopping you?”

He leans in cupping your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His lips meet yours with more softness than you expected. You could tell he’s holding back. You deepen the kiss, climbing into his lap. Your hands travel the length of his back.

You pull him as close as you can. You’re the first to break the kiss. You sink your teeth into his neck. With a primal growl, he flips you over onto your back. He traps you with his bulky body. He nips your earlobe, his large hands covering your breasts.

You squirm underneath him trying to rub yourself against him, desperate for friction. He laughs wickedly, looking down at your trapped legs held captive by his own. You feel his hard length pressed against you. You slip your hands in his swimming trunks taking him between your eager hands.

You pump him once, twice. He says your name through gritted teeth wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you. “Slow down, love. We have all night.”

You find yourself in Loki’s apartment pinned to his door. Your wandering hands take in every inch of hardened muscle as he feverishly kisses you. “We shouldn’t do this.” Loki murmurs against your neck. You let out a shaky breath. He’s right, you shouldn’t but you don’t care. You’ll deal with the consequences later. Tonight all you want is him.

“My forbidden fantasy.” He whispers as he cups your breasts. His fingers slide under your bikini top finding your pebbled nipples. You arch into him. “Tell me to stop.” His voice is barely audible. It sounds almost like he’s begging you.

“I can’t, Loki. I want this so badly. I want you. Don’t you want this?” He continues tugging your nipples. “I want this more than my next breath. I’ll have you just this night.” He lifts you, carrying you to his bed. He places you gently on the satin sheets.

“Since this is all I get of you, if this is the only time we are together this way, I’m going to savor it. Every inch of you. Everything you have to offer.” He pulls on the flimsy fabric of your top. The material snaps in his powerful hand.

He lowers his head to your chest taking a hardened peak into his mouth. He settles between your legs, removing the rest of your bikini. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh. You are almost shaking with anticipation.

He dives right in, flattening his tongue against you. He fastens his lips around your clit gently sucking. Your hands tangle in his dark curls. You hold his head as if it’s the only thing keeping you here on Earth. You’re sure if you let go, you would float away.

He moves his hot muscle in quick flicks over your clit. One of his hands finds your chest, rolling a nipple between skilled fingers. The other is on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. He swirls his tongue in a pattern that blurs your vision. You writhe against his face as you explode.

He looks up at you, his lips turned upward in a cocky grin. He’s never been more attractive than right now. Propped between your legs, his mouth covered in your arousal. “I need more.” He states with all the seriousness he can muster. He spreads your trembling thighs once more.

His tongue parts your swollen folds, gliding through you with ease. Loki is ravenous. He eats you like you’re the first meal he’s had in weeks. His face is pressed to you so closely, you’re not sure how he’s even breathing. You know he is from the moans coming from between your legs. He’s not satisfied until you come a second time.

He lays his head on your thighs letting you catch your breath. You play with the messy curls splayed against you. “I’m glad you don’t want to make this a regular thing. If we did this often, I would fall in love with you.” You’re joking, but there is a lot of truth to it. You laugh, but his expression changes as if he is really contemplating your words.

He places a tender kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I’m not capable of love, darling. But if I was…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing into you slowly. You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He rocks into you with slow, deep thrusts. You buck against him, needing more.

“My needy girl, perhaps you would like this better.” You gasp as he suddenly flips you. His back is now the one against the mattress. You grind down on his lap. You decide to try something different, swaying forward and back. Loki watched intently.

“Sorry. This probably isn’t doing anything for you, is it?” You pause your movements waiting for his answer. “This is everything. I want you to take your pleasure from me.” He grips your hips, rocking you back and forth on his hard cock. The angle hits your g-spot, causing you to cry out his name. You grip his shoulders for support. He continues controlling your movements until you shatter once more.

Loki finds his place on top of you claiming you again. He handles you like you’re the most delicate, precious thing in the world to him. Like he’s afraid you will break with one wrong move. He slips his hand between you, his finger tracing your clit. He sinks into you deeper burying his face against your neck.

You claw at his back, moaning his name with each tilt of his hips. “Can you come for me once more, love?” You sigh. You’re so exhausted. You think another orgasm might kill you. “I don’t think I can, Loki.” His fingers move faster, in time with his thrusts. “Just one more. Will you try for me?” You confirm that you will. His next movement deliciously brushes your walls, hitting your sweet spot again.

You gasp his name with such longing, it makes his heart soar. You come apart at the same time losing yourselves in each other. He presses gentle kisses to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s it, such a good girl for me.” Once you’ve both come down from your high, he takes his place beside you. You’re smiling so widely you’re sure you resemble a creepy clown.

He smiles back taking in your appearance. Your disheveled hair, the flush of your cheeks. He was sure you’d never been more beautiful. It was like Valhalla having you for the first time. It had never been like this. Then he realized what he feared most was true. Fiona was wrong. He would never get over this. He would never be able to get you out of his system.

You notice his smile falters. You interpret it as him wanting you to leave now that you were done. Even though it couldn’t be further from the truth. “So is this the part where you kick me out and tell me it was all a huge mistake? That you regret it and we can never talk about it again?”

Loki takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers. “I’ve made plenty mistakes in my life, but this is not one. I swear it. I could never regret this, regret you.” He looks at you with such vulnerability. You’d never seen him like this before.

You know he doesn’t actually mean it. He is the god of lies after all. It’s probably something he says to everyone he sleeps with, but it’s too late. His sweet words take root in the depths of your heart, even though they shouldn’t.

He wraps his arms around you, snuggling in to you. You close your eyes, enjoying being this close to him. If this is all you’ll ever have with him, you want it to last.

Loki knows he should let you go. He should leave you and go sleep on his couch, or throw you out like you had suggested. But that only makes him hold you tighter.

Part Six

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gayerthanevertbh · 11 months

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angry individual.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: natasha isn’t always a jealous person, until she sees her sister flirting with what’s hers.

anon request: can u write a one shot of like freinds to lovers kinda troupe with gp tasha but yelena also has a thing for y/n but nat is crazy about y/n and gets super jealous at one of starks party seeing yelena and y/n together so she storms off and reader goes to look for her and nat is so angry and slams y/n against the wall and is being so controlling saying reader shouldnt be near yelena then it leads to nat telling y/n how much she wants her and then its angry sex

warnings: angry sex (kind of?), g!p natasha, breeding kink, daddy kink, pet names, dirty talking, slapping, natasha just being mean, face paiting - 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: hopefully this is okay with you, anon! also, will be closing my requests again BUT i’ll be doing the requests that you guys have sent me. enjoy this one for now!

“Mmph,” Natasha moaned into your mouth as she cradled you in her lap, her hardening appendage visible through her sweatpants. She pulls away from your lips, gasping as she feels your warm, covered core on her lap. “I could feel you from here; are you that desperate for me?”

“If you wouldn’t stop making out with me I wouldn’t be this wet,” you smirked at her.

“My, my,” she whispers with a sultry voice as she chases for your lips, her hands slipping through your shirt as she scratches your back. “You are so naughty, aren’t you?”

Natasha continues to assault your bruised lips as she grips onto your waist, causing you to roll your hips to feel her hard cock through her sweatpants. What’s even funnier is that you were in the compound’s living room, out in the open where everyone could see you making out with your girlfriend. But neither of you cared, you were desperate for one another. It’s almost as if you were obsessed with her as much as she was obsessed with you, and honestly it turned you on more.

As she continues to lather her tongue onto the roof of your mouth, her sister Yelena comes onto the scene with a snicker coming out of her mouth. Instead, you quickly turned over your shoulder as you removed yourself from Natasha’s lap, sitting beside the older woman with a reddish look evident on your face.

"You know this is a public space, right?" the younger assassin inquired, munching on her banana in peace. Natasha rolled her eyes, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and closing her legs to control her erection.

“Yelena, no one’s here except you.”

“Steve is just in another room while Tony is probably somewhere,” said Yelena with a smirk on her face. “Did I disrupt your sexy times?”

“Please don’t ever say that,” the older assassin asked pleadingly. You chuckled lightly and kissed her right cheek. “We’ll just go back to our room then–”

“You must really love my sister, huh Y/n?”

“O-Of course,” you replied with a stutter, along with a small nod. “I love her very much.”

“If I came along sooner you might’ve fell for me,” she quirked back, her voice seemed to be a little flirtatious as you noticed. “Natasha back then was a sex addict, she could fuck anyone and leave them the next day. I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/n. I could never hurt you like that.”

“This is getting a little insensitive,” Natasha murmured, noticing that her voice was a little on edge. “I’m different now, Lena. Y/n is good for me.”

“Sure, sure. But I’m just saying, I could treat her better.” she responded back with a chuckle, causing your face to turn red even more.

Yelena was a beautiful woman who was your age, so the two of you clicked immediately. Natasha didn't expect you two to get along at the time, but knowing that her partner was getting close to her sister made her heart happy. Everything seemed platonic and friendly at first. Until Natasha became more needy and refused to leave your side, Yelena began to be a little flirtatious from time to time, which you didn't like. Of course, you were flattered, but you knew your heart belonged to Natasha.

“Don’t listen to her,” murmured by your girlfriend against your ear as she squeezes your thigh gently. “She’s just playing with you.”

"Are you going to drink tonight, pretty?" Yelena inquired, with a small smile on her face. You could hear Natasha grumbling as she breathed, which you never expected a response like that from her. She wasn’t typically a jealous person, causing your relationship with her to go smoothly, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of her being envious over her sister.

“I guess so, why?”

“Nothing, I just want to see you there that’s all.”

"You're flirting with my girlfriend, Yelena." Natasha pointed out, her face expressionless as she stared at her sister.

Yelena rolled her eyes and walked away, mumbling, "Possessive bitch," as she passed you two by. You could hear Natasha sighing with relief.

"I'm sorry about that," Natasha apologized, bringing your hand to her lips and kissing it. “She’s just a loser.”

"I think it's cute," you said. Natasha raised an eyebrow as you lightly hit her upper arm, softly laughing. "I'm kidding, but I'm sure she's just being nice."

“That’s not nice,” she grumbled. “That’s called flirting.”

“Everyone flirts these days, including yourself.”

"But only with you," she sighs, kissing a sliver of skin on your neck. “Never with anyone.”

While the sun was setting, you and Natasha continued to watch a movie. While your girlfriend was enthralled by a particular scene, you were perplexed as to why Yelena was flirting with you. Did she like you as much as Natasha does? Why are you here in the first place? Maybe she was just being polite, you reasoned. But months passed, and Yelena's actions became increasingly out of control, to the point where Natasha became concerned. You sighed quietly to yourself as you rested your head against Natasha's shoulder.

You began to feel anxious as the floor began to fill up with more people you didn't know. You don't do well at parties, so Natasha was always by your side, especially when you had to drink alcohol - which you both know you can't ever recover from. Natasha was serving drinks to the other Avengers when you sat a few feet away on the barstool. You had a margarita in your hand because you didn't like vodka, and you sipped it occasionally while watching other people talk to other people. Tony was on his couch with a group of ladies, Steve was in the corner talking to Bruce, and you were alone with Peter, who was babbling about his web shooter.

“I asked Mr. Stark if he could help me to fix it, but he kept telling me he’s busy,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Do you think he hates me?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Maybe he’s just busy.”

“Maybe,” he replied quietly, sipping on his scotch. “By the way, Ms. Black Widow makes the best drinks ever. I love her for that.”

“Ms. Black Widow?” you giggled, causing him to nod vigorously.

“She is the Black Widow!” he exclaimed happily as the alcohol consumed through his body, which you could tell from afar. “You’re lucky, Y/n.”

“I am,” you agreed, looking at your girlfriend solemnly while she serves another drink for a man. “I am very lucky.”

“How about me?” you turned around to see Yelena interject from your conversation with Peter, smiling at you. “Do you think it’s luck that we both met?”

You sheepishly smile at her as you give her a hug. “Hey, Yelena. I thought you weren’t going to join.”

“Sorry about that, I was a little late.”

“From errands?”

She shook her head. “No, I was with Kate Bishop, helping her move furniture in her new apartment.”

“Ah,” you clicked your tongue, dragging the glass near your lips as you take another sip. “How is she doing? Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s too lazy,” she chuckled, placing her hand onto your knee as she squeezed it. You looked down briefly to see what she was doing, and you knew your girlfriend was right. She was, in fact, flirting with you. And you didn’t know how to respond to that. “Are you okay there, sweetheart?”

Natasha looks in your direction and notices her sister touching you, causing her veins boil with anger and jealousy. Jealous? Why would I feel jealous towards my own sister? Natasha thought crudely in her head. She’s just being nice, she’s just being…

"Y-Yeah," you laugh as she takes another step closer to you, her face a few inches away from yours. Natasha was even more envious because she was away from you and saw her sister flirt with the girl she loves. Somewhere deep within her, she felt possessive of you. You might not notice, but every time someone flirted with you, Natasha felt compelled to own you or something - which she knew wasn't healthy at first, but she couldn't help but feel that way. She cleans the last glass from the counter and walks away slowly, her gaze fixed on you.

“I wish we’ve met sooner,” Yelena said, sighing through her nose. “I would’ve been good for you.”

"I don't think Natasha would appreciate what you're saying right now, Yelena." you responded, feeling a little uneasy about the conversation and where it's going. Yelena only smiled, and you couldn't tell if it was a flirtatious or genuine smile.

"She's not here," the younger assassin said, looking to the left to right. “See? I could flirt with you all I want, and one day you'll fall in love with me. I know it.”

Natasha could hear what she was saying as her hand balled into a fist and her throat bobbed with pure rage. Jealousy begins to seep out of her, and she wonders if anyone else will notice. She takes a glass of vodka and dunks it down her throat, not even flinching at the bitter taste. She keeps an eye on your movements, wondering how you'll react to her.

“I should probably find her,” you stood up from the stool and gave Yelena a pat on her shoulder. “Hopefully you’ll find someone to flirt with here, Yels. Just not me.”

You were on your way to the compound's corridors when you suddenly felt your body turn as the woman behold you was staring at you angrily through her eyes. You gulped in fear and excitement.

“N-Nat!” you let out a trembling breath as you tried to kiss her cheek, but she flinched away from you. “W-What–”

"Shut the fuck up," she snarled, her voice venomous. She grips your wrist tightly in her rough hands as she leads you to her bedroom, closing and locking the door. Natasha slammed you against the wall, her nostrils flaring and her face inches away from yours, before you could ask what was going on. You closed your eyes but were forced to open them when Natasha's lips touched your neck and bit into your skin.

“I’m so angry at you right now,” she grumbles, slipping her hand through your skirt as you feel her cold fingers on your thigh, causing you to whine pitifully. “I said shut up! You did this to yourself, and you knew the consequences. Tell me, did you like the way she flirts with you?”

“N-No, of course not!”

“Then what did I see there?!” she exclaimed with rage, her hand wrapping around your throat as she squeezed it, not giving much care when you could feel yourself losing air from your lungs.

“Nat,” you begged, trying to push yourself away from her body. “P-Please–”

“It’s Daddy, little girl,” she whispered close to your face, spitting on your mouth. “Fucking lick it all up before I spank you so hard you might have to run to the police.”

You swallowed her spit, biting your lower lip as you were aroused by the way she was staring down at you with so much possession roaring out of her – it’s almost as if you find it intriguing, which it was. You were lying if you say this didn’t turn you on, because it was. And when you try to move away from her, her grasp on your waist gets tighter and tighter until you feel like you are pinned by the wall.

"Are you trying to get away from me?" you felt her hand grab the back of your head as she yanked it, exposing your neck for her pleasure. She sighs deeply as she leans down to smell you. "You have no idea how badly I want you, Y/n. How much you want me to move the world for you, to give everything up. You think Yelena is a better person for you? You're wrong, little girl. You're too stupid for her, and especially for me."

Before you could say anything, you felt her hand on your underwear, dragging it down from your legs to your ankles. She leans in for a hard kiss, moaning as her tongue slips inside your mouth and she feels your warm breath against hers. You two kiss each other harshly and slowly, battling for dominance with both of your tongues. But she was stronger, and you could feel her tongue in the back of your throat.

"D-Daddy," you yanked away, both your lips smacking, moaning as you felt her fingers rubbing your clit hard. “P-Please, I’m sorry!”

"Shh, give your body to Daddy," Natasha says as she pushes your silk tank top against her hand through your bra, gasping at your hardened nipple. “You want this, don’t you? Do you want Daddy to hurt you this badly?”

"Ah!" you felt her finger thrust inside your cunt, crying with an insane amount of pleasure seeping through your body, but Natasha didn't want you to have all of that pleasure - she wanted her own pleasure for herself. So, as you continue to moan in ecstasy, she slaps the inside of your thigh loudly.

"You don't get pleasure," she growls onto your lips, kissing your lips hard once more. She slaps your thigh again before unzipping her pants, her cock springing out as the head hits your covered abdomen. "Only I am capable of that."

"I'm sorry-"”

"Shut up," the woman mumbled, turning you around with your back to the wall. You tried to look over your shoulder, but you felt her hand pushing your face against the cold concrete. You began to cry, unsure whether out of pain or pleasure, but you didn't care. "I'm going to beat this pussy up until it's the shape of my cock if you make too much noise, got it?"

You nodded ruthlessly, and she grinned evilly back.

“Good, now open up for me, slut.”

Natasha spreads your pussy lips open as she grabs the tip of her cock, bringing it to your entrance and teasing it, moaning to herself. She has been wanting this all night, her head filled with naughty thoughts of you being submissive to her. She could feel herself growing another inch, since you were this wet for her. God, she could just break you in without any restriction.

You felt the older woman slipping inside of you within a minute, causing you to scream with delight. When she heard this, you felt a pair of hands cover your mouth tightly as she pushed you against the wall until your ass was pressed against her pubic bone. You could hear her whispering, "Fucking hell," as she felt your warmth around her cock, your walls gripping her so tightly that she could barely move.

“You like my cock inside of you, baby?” she whispers, her breath trembling as she pulls back and pushes back in with a harsh thrust, your body hitting the wall once again. “You like Daddy fucking you like this? Huh? You’re such a whore, flirting with my sister as if I don’t mean anything to you.”

This was completely false. It's all jealousy talk. You weren't flirting with Yelena; you were simply being nice to her. Natasha, on the other hand, saw it differently. You tried to speak, but her dick kept thrusting back into you, until your inner walls were bruised by the shape of her penis.

She expertly rolls her hips against you while roaming her other hand across your stomach, reaching for your other breast and squeezing it so hard that you almost think it's going to bruise. "You feel every inch of my cock inside of you?" mumbles the older woman, kissing your neck with such desperation within her. “Huh? You feel me, little girl? Do you feel Daddy filling you up this much? Oh, fuck… I want you so much.”

I want you more, Daddy.

Natasha moves at a brisk pace, her cock thrusting inside of you while she uses you as a fleshlight, her cock barely slipping out of you. She throws her head back as she feels her tip graze your cervix with each pounding. She licks your neck again, desperately rutting into you, unable to let go. You could hear her grunting with each hard thrust into you, and you realized you were having an orgasm sooner than you thought.

"Y-you say you're sorry, but you're not," she snaps at you, biting your skin so hard you could feel blood drawing from your body. “Defiling me, aren’t you? Kotenok, you look so good... So fucking good. So fucking tight.”

She didn't slow down. Instead, she was ruthlessly thrusting inside of you, as if she were a wild animal. Your wet skins were slapping each other, filling the entire room as the thick air swirled around your bodies. She clutched you tightly, as if she wouldn't let you go in a second. You could barely speak because every inch of her dick was thrusting wildly into you. You were moaning into her hand, wishing she'd slow down a little, but she didn't care because she needed this more than you.

"I'm so close," she grumbled, ripping your tank top with her strong hands while kneeling both of your covered breasts into her hands and rolling her hips into you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, Ugh... "Oh my god, my little doll, you're gripping me so tightly..."

You struggled to breathe every time she jackhammered into your pussy, almost passing out from the insane amount of pleasure both of you were experiencing. Natasha gives your neck kitten licks, but every now and then she ends up kissing your skin with her open mouth, smirking to herself when there's a dark purplish spot on your neck - knowing she did it. She pulls away from you and turns you around, pushing you up against the wall and easily slipping inside of you.

"Please kiss me," you begged. "Kiss me, please. I'm sorry, Daddy. It will never happen again."

"I know," she said, grabbing your neck and kissing you hard, her tongue slipping inside your mouth as she mumbled, "Now shut up and give yourself to Daddy."

"Fuckin' slut," she growls as she thrusts up into your cunt, her ass clenching with each hit. She ruts into you, faster than you could’ve ever imagined, until you hear her say: “Gonna explode into you, get you pregnant with my babies, and let Yelena know that you’re fucking mine!”

"Daddy-No!" you screamed, attempting to push her hips away, but she slaps you across the face, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "D-Do not do it, please-"”

“Fine, then I’ll just cum over your face then.”

She pulls out a little, the head of her penis inside of you, as she jerks herself off. “You’re mine,” she whispers. “You’re all mine, no one could have you except me. Remember that, or else I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.”

She pushes you down onto the floor and locks your head between her thighs, throwing her head back as she slaps the head of her cock onto your forehead, rubbing her length against your face, before you can even respond. She humps your face while holding your neck, moaning each time your mouth was pressed against her tight balls, begging for its release.

“Gonna cum,” she mumbled with a high pitched moan, grabbing her long thick penis as she jerks herself faster, you both could hear the fapping sound coming from her appendage. “Daddy’s gonna cum all over your face, you’re gonna be so ruined for me…”

A minute later, she brings your face close to hers as she pours thick white milk all over your face. "Oh, my baby! Fuck..." She leans against the wall as her penis continues to spurt cum, mostly coating your lips and face. She presses her hand against the base of her cock, then pulls her hand back up to extract more sperm from the tip. "Open your mouth," she commands, and you gladly comply. Two more strings of cum landed on your tongue as she placed her cockhead on it and slipped her length into your mouth.

“Suck it,” she commanded with a low voice, still jerking herself off but slowly this time. “Suck all of my fucking cum, you bitch.”

You suck hard on her tip, your cheeks hollowing out. As you move your head up and down, she licks her lips, continuing to swallow all of her excess. She then slowly pulls your head back and watches her penis flaccid. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she raises your hand and allows you to touch her cock, chuckling when you couldn't.

“Gone dumb for me?”

You nodded and smiled quickly. While your hand was still touching her dick, she lifts you up and kisses your lips. You two kiss in her room as the music from the party area begins to blast. Even though it was muffled, you two were not disturbed.

"You're mine," she says softly, licking your cheek. “Okay? You're completely mine, doll. Yelena could never have you.”

"And she won't," you said, your voice becoming dry. She only laughs softly and pulls you to the edge of the bed, where you automatically sit on her lap. “I’m all yours, Tasha Bear.”

“Good.”

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Decisions

Stucky x reader

You're in love with two super soldier avengers will they make you choose between them or let you have them both?

Note - this is something I wrote for one of my old blogs sorry if it’s bad!❤️

TW- smut below MDNI!!!

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The hardest decision is when you have to choose between 'two'. It's even harder when it's two people you love with your whole heart. And right now your heart and soul were split between Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. The two best friends loved each other truly but they loved one thing more, you.

They would do anything for you, each of them going out of their way to prove the undying love they held so dearly for you.

You don't even know how it happened, you've only been an avenger for a year. Yet somehow you already fell for two of them. You never chose to love them and honestly if you could go back and change the day you fell for each of them maybe you would, keyword being maybe.

Both parties had their pros and cons but it will always be more than that. You loved each and every one of their individual flaws and they loved yours. You held an all-consuming love for each of them so you decided to not decide. Maybe that was a selfish idea but how could you choose without hurting the other. You also knew you'd be hurting yourself. You just wished that there could be a way to have both of them so you could show them that you loved them equally. After all, maybe there was a way.

Unbeknownst to you the two super soldiers already knew you loved the other. When they first started to become infatuated with you they saw how you treated the other.

Steve would watch as you hung off of Bucky's metal arm at another one of Tony's extravagant parties. To him you two looked like a beautiful, happy couple and he backed away because he'd never seen his best friend so happy. He pushed down his love for you for the sake of his best friend's happiness.

Bucky watched as you practically sat on Steve's lap as you showed him movies that he'd missed over time but he saw that Steve wasn't paying any attention to the movie. He was paying attention to the way you clung to him, and the small smile that played perfectly on your beautiful lips. Bucky would never admit it but he was jealous, he was jealous of the way Steve looked at you like you were the most ethereal being he had ever laid eyes on.

Eventually, they brought it up to one another if the two were good at anything they were good at compromising. They'd been doing it since they could remember. Usually, when a compromise arose they agreed to share and that's exactly where the same predicament with you came. They agreed to share you, but of course only if you agreed too.

Once again Tony was throwing a party in honor of another successful mission. Usually, after such an enduring mission both of the super-soldiers would retreat to their personal quarters to call it a night. But not tonight, no tonight they put on their tightest clothes to extenuate their busting muscles and slightly growing bulges. They knew you always came to the extravagant parties, they also knew you put on your shortest dresses.

Every time you walked into these parties you were noticed by most of the men and even some women. Not that you minded you loved the attention and lustful looks but more specifically you loved Steve and Bucky's attention. You were well aware that if you bent down at all, everyone would get a free show of your thong-clad ass. You loved that you could feel their gazes burning into the back of your figure as you strutted to the bar. “You know they look like they’re about to pounce on you.” Natasha who was behind the bar was also well aware of the animalistic gazes on you. So you just smirked and acted to your best ability to be innocent. After sitting at the bar for a while you felt a presence behind you so on instinct you turned around to find a smirking man you didn’t recognize. “ May I help you with something?”, “Well gorgeous you could let me buy you a drink.” You really didn’t feel like having to flirt like an adolescent teen with this man but you could practically feel the jealousy radiating off of the two brooding men. So you put on your best imitation of a shameless flirt.

After talking to the man you realized just how different he was from the two men you were so utterly in love with. Maybe, in another universe when you weren’t so smitten, the guy may have come off as charming or in the least attractive. But all you saw was a guy who wanted to take your dress off and fuck you for his own pleasure. So, to pass the time and the male’s incessant blabbering of himself, you picture all the ways Bucky and Steve could rip your clothes off and ravish you. You were so far gone in your fantasizing that you had yet to notice the presence of the two men behind you. What finally snapped you out of your wildest dreams was Steve wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Well, y/n aren’t you going to introduce us to your company?” Even though you weren’t looking at him you could practically hear the smirk in Buckys deep voice. “This is um...Dylan...yeah, Dylan, this is Steve and Bucky.” You could tell the man was nervous because lets be honest who wouldn’t be, it’s Captain America and the Winter Soldier. If you weren’t just using this guy to make the two soldiers jealous then you probably would have been irritated with them because without another word the poor man scurried off like a frightened mouse.

” Was that necessary, he was rather interesting company.”, “Really because I don’t think you could tell us one thing that guy said. You were too caught up in that beautiful brain of yours, bunny.” There it was ‘bunny’ a nickname Steve had given you but only used a few times since you had known him. Yet each time it’s used it ceases to make your insides stop turning or the bright red blush to fall from the apples of your cheeks. Just like when Bucky calls you ‘doll’ which he used more frequently because it didn’t come off as so sexual, who knew the golden boy of America was so dirty.

“ Doll? You in there, Steve asked you a question and good girls answer when asked.” If you could have, you would have melted into the floor by now. “Oh yeah, what’d ‘ya say steve?”, “Well, Bun I asked if you wanted to go somewhere more private?” Oh god, was this the day you actually get to have both of them? Now that they were actually asking you, you were a lot more nervous than you thought you would be.

“Oh, yeah, how about my room?”, “Perfect Bunny.”

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As they were walking down the corridor to her quarters they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Bucky's metal was around her waist very close to the dip of her ass, Steve’s arm was slung around her shoulders his hand millimeters from groping her breasts. Once they got about two doors from her room Steve took the initiative to lightly push her against the wall and cage her in with his muscled arms. “ Are you sure you wanna do this Bunny?”, “ We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to Doll.”, “ Please, yes, I want you, both of you.” That’s all it took for Steve to throw her over his shoulder while Bucky couldn’t resist the urge to smack her ass that was now almost fully exposed to them. “ You’ve got the nicest ass, peach” She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her bitten lips from the pleasurable pain that was sent rippling through her.

Once they arrived in her bedroom Steve tossed her on the bed and watched as her tits bounced from the impact. After Bucky closed the door he started to undress, starting with his shirt as Steve did the same. Once they were fully exposed they both looked at her expectantly but all she could do was stare in awe at their erect cocks. “Well, doll are you going to show us what’s under that pretty little dress, or are we going to have to rip it off you?” Immediately she sat up to take the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. “Well look at that Buck no bra it’s like she wanted us to fuck her.” She was getting impatient with them standing there in all their naked glory not doing anything so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She started to trail her hands down her body stopping at her tits to play with them, toying her erect nipples between her fingers. The men in front of her didn’t think it was possible for their dicks to get this hard by watching a girl touch herself but y/n wasn’t just any girl to them.

Once she got to her pussy she started to run her fingers through her wet folds, spreading herself to her clit and rubbing tight circles on it. Bucky couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer so with his flesh hand he tore her hand from in between her own legs. Steve went around the bed so his cock was right above her face, she could have drooled at the sight. She was so focused on Steve she didn’t feel Bucky positioning himself between her legs until he started to tease her folds with his angry red tip. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped but that gave Steve the perfect opportunity to slip his hard dick into her warm hole. “M’ God bunny your mouth is better than I thought.” Bucky started to slowly push his large cock into her tight hole, going slowly so she could adjust to his size. “ Shit doll you're so tight, I could fuck this tight pussy all day.” All their praises made her squeeze around bucky, making him let out a loud moan that made her thankful for the soundproof walls.

When Steve looked down at her he could see his dick bulging in her throat, he’d never seen anything more erotic. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips harder and hear her gags and muffled moans. Once he thought she had enough so she could gasp for air through her moans of bucky fucking her like a feral animal. He always thought y/n was beautiful no matter what, but right now choking on his cock while getting fucked by his best friend was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen her.

“Oh fuck, doll m’ so close. Come on I know you wanna cum on my cock, let go peach.” Bucky’s thrust started to get sloppier and more erratic so he reached down to rub harsh circles on her clit. Once bucky started to thrust deeper, she couldn’t hold back any longer and toppled over the dangerous edge of her high. Once she reached her high her walls started to clamp down on bucky with a vice grip which threw him over the edge. Just before he was about to cum he pulled out and emptied his load on her stomach.

It only took a few more thrusts in the back of her throat for Steve to start cumming. He let go in the back of her throat leaving her no option other than to swallow his seed, not that she minded. Once they both pulled out, they adjusted her on the bed with her back to the pillows. Bucky went to the bathroom to get her water and a cloth to clean her up while Steve stayed behind with her. “You ok bunny? We didn’t go too rough did we?”, “No Steve, it was perfect don’t worry.”

Once she was clean and hydrated Bucky and Steve laid on opposite sides of her. Y/n sighed contentedly because finally, she had her two loves all to herself she knew there’d be problems to be straightened out when the time comes but for right now all she wants- needs is to be in these men’s arms.

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hi!! i jst wanted to say i loved ur bucky n steve as babies and was wondering if u could do another version where bucky/steve (seperate) where they’re (well one of them, either both or jst one is fine) are dating Y/N and theyre jst clinging onto her and cries/whines/throws a tantrum evertime she tries to leave, u can completely ignore this if u want

Thank you so much. I'm so happy you like the short story. Even though there's a lot mistakes. 😅

Here it goes. I hope you like it, @leiluvs . 😘

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Tiny Soldier

STEVE ROGERS

Captain America turned into a baby when he helped Dr. Strange.

The team was shocked, including Y/N. Steve's girlfriend. She was used to seeing Steve come with bruises. But she's not prepared when she sees Tony carrying her boyfriend.

Strange told Y/N the magic cast on Steve would last for a week, and then he would turn to normal.

That made Y/N relieved a bit. Then, her days with baby Steve started.

Baby Steve is gentle. He never makes a fuss. He only cries when he's hungry.

When she bathe and wash his hair, he is soft, fragrant, and very comfortable to hug. Everyone wants to hold him, but he only lets Y/N carry him.

Even though he's a baby, his eyes are only for Y/N. Whenever she goes, his eyes always follow her movement.

On the second day, he calls her "Y/N~." His child's voice makes him more cute since adult Steve always has his Captain voice when he talks but not towards Y/N.

Everyone was jealous. Tony and Natasha tried to persuade Steve to call their name. But baby Steve doesn't want to. He looks away, pretending not to hear them. Tony and Natasha felt annoyed a bit. They knew Steve could speak. But he only talks to Y/N.

When Y/N gave Steve milk, he handed half of his drink to her. "Y/N drink~." His small gesture made Y/N feel warm. Even though Steve became a baby, he wanted to share what he had.

Baby Steve will glare at anyone who stands closer to Y/N. He would slap an object near him or stomp his short leg.

Y/N thinks it's cute. But she misses her boyfriend in adult form.

When Steve turned back to adult, he felt dizzy. The first thing he did was hug Y/N. He felt safe and warm in her arms.

BUCKY BARNES

Poor Bucky was at the wrong time and location when Dr. Strange cast a magic spell. In a second, he became a baby.

Baby Bucky doesn't make a fuss, but he's active. He always sings, following the kid's channel. It was Tony's mistake who played the video.

Baby Bucky always hugs Y/N whenever he wants.

When someone tries to talk to Y/N, baby Bucky will immediately stand in front of her and open both of his arms. Like a barrier. With a frown face, he said, "My Y/N."

Baby Bucky is more possessive towards Y/N rather than adult Bucky.

When Bucky turns back into an adult, his first thought is to build a family with Y/N.

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๋࣭ ⭑ — 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ๋࣭ ⭑

જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI — summary: random little hcs for a few marvel characters, based on the title above — x f!reader —includes: bucky, steve, tony, natasha, wanda, mcu! peter parker; a/n: idk how i feel about this one?? mentions of dark! bucky + dark!steve, sexual innuendo, sort of hints at dark!natasha xx

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જ⁀➴ — 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 — his jaw sets, eyes immediately harden on whoever you’re with. because of his past, and his own insecurities, jealousy comes so easy to him — he tries hard to hide it, doesn’t want to seem possessive of you, but the thoughts come and are hard to stop. the guy that won’t stop flirting with you must obviously have some kind of death wish, and you know that he’s gonna be more of the silent, brooding type — well, just cos it’s him <3 so, he’ll just keep a hand on you for the whole entire night, if he can — held at your waist, on your thigh, in your own; anywhere to show the world that you’re his <3

╰┈➤ — in other thoughts, dark!bucky will also stay silent for most of the night, but when you meet his eyes throughout you’ll see that look, and your stomach will flip. you’ll know without a doubt that you’ve now landed yourself in trouble, but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on to think of what he’ll demand for it later <3

જ⁀➴ — 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 — i don’t really feel that he’d get that jealous with you, to be honest; or yes he would, but he’d be more casual about it — your communication has always been open. in general, he’s just secure enough in your relationship that he doesn’t feel too threatened by others, so he’ll just settle for an arm at your waist and try to talk with you, to join in your joy.

╰┈➤ — or, alternatively, hc for dark!steve — things turn out a little bit different. he’ll easily play along with whatever you’re doing, join in with your conversation; you’ll think that he’s fine, until you’re back at the compound and suddenly he’s not quite so chatty anymore. you’ll ask him what’s wrong; “was it something i did?” and he’ll just shoot you a look. slowly walk over, take your chin between thumb and forefinger and just say — “yes, it was” in that soft, deadly whisper that has your legs clenching on nothing, already.

જ⁀➴ — 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 — is instantly catty. doesn’t even care how he shows it, either. tony’ll resort to his old, trusted coping mechanisms of sarcasm, arrogance, disdain; makes it quite plain just what he thinks of the presumptuous asshole at the bar. trust me when i say he will not try mincing his words — he’ll make it embarrassing when you’re only just talking to someone at one of his stark business functions. tony won’t stop grilling him, hiding his ire behind a tight lipped smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes — doesn’t know how to show what he’s actually feeling even when in an established relationship. the truth is just that he would much rather push you away — before you did it, first.

જ⁀➴ — 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅 — shows her displeasure through the weapon she often does use — blatant sex appeal, beauty. she’ll seek out the first person she can flirt with, even if you’re just absently chatting; you have to know, in her cunning and conniving way, that two can play at this game. you know it’s a test though, judging by the way that her eyes are on you all the while, even as she toys with some random guy’s tie or lean’s close to whisper into a girl’s ear. all the while she’s gauging your reaction with each move that she makes, seeking the sweetness of your breaking point. filthy jealous sex will ensue <3

જ⁀➴ — 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅 — like bucky, is inwardly damning the bastard to hell, but will keep it contained. she’ll just lay her head on your shoulder as she stands close beside you while you’re talking to them, presses small kisses to the side of your neck, or your hand; subtle ways to reclaim your attention

જ⁀➴ — 𝐌𝐂𝐔! 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 — okay, this boy doesn’t have a dark bone in his body, and will just be inwardly wrecked. he really doesn’t want to feel jealous, he hates it; has no claim on who you can talk to. peter knows you have every single right to spend time with whoever, that the choice is just yours; and yet he still can’t ignore the slight pang in his chest as he watches your head tip back, as he sees how you laugh at something he hasn’t said — at the dickhead from one of your classes. he’ll try to blame it on just indigestion, anything, even as his throat constricts with something ugly. it’s an emotion that he doesn’t dare to quite define just yet, so will instead settle for seeing you happy in whatever form that takes. even so though, just like wanda, i see your soft boy doing subtle things for your attention — playing with your hair or laying his head in your lap, just so needy and sweet.

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Marvel Masterlist

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Steve Rogers

Delusional Steve

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Magical girl hero S/o

S/o being on team Iron man during civil war

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

Winning you over

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers

NS FW HC

Cockwarming

Vocal Steve

Turned on during a mission

College Virgin S/o slightly

Breeding HC

Femdom

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear

Another Underwear Stealing

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky

Getting Caught

Dominate Bucky

Sitting on his face

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive

S/os First Time

Corruption

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony

Natasha

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that”

NS FW headcannons

Wanda

NS FW headcannons

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Little-Spicy Masterlist!

18+ Minors DNI 🔞🔞🔥🔥

MARVEL

Stucky

ORC SERIES

Summary: In order to save her kingdom from a war that would turn fatal, Y/N sacrifices herself as an alliance between orc and human.

part 1 part 2

PAINT

Summary: Y/N and the boys decided to have an arts and crafts day.

HOT TO THE TOUCH

Summary: It's never easy when things happen unexpectedly. After an argument, everything blurred and Y/N soon to began to burn hot to the touch.

AT LAST

Summary: After a really long mission, Y/N decided to surprise her boys with a treat.

EARLY BIRD

Summary: The boys have to go on a business trip right before Y/N's due date. Even though they assure her that everything is fine, sometimes mother's intuition is never wrong.

SOMETHING SWEET

Summary: When Y/N helps Bruce and Tony with the long lost super soldiers. It is clear to see that they are infatuated and utterly in love with Y/N. And when they are all alone with her, they decide that they would make their move.

OUR LOSS

Summary: Steve and Bucky have been very stressed during their upcoming mission and have sadly taken it out on Y/N. When Y/N have a surprise for them, it ends up going not the way she expected.

STUCKY COMFORTING YOU ON PERIOD INCLUDES

BEING !TARZAN STUCKY’S GIRLFRIEND INCLUDES...

Steve Rogers

RAIN ON MY PARADE

Summary: Y/N is a blind date for Steve, one of Bucky's girl's sister was set up and she couldn't help but get stuck in the bad weather.

Spiderverse Preferences

Which Disney Couple are you?

What would happen if you fell asleep on them?

What Turns Them On

Favorite Position

How Do They Comfort You?

Favorite Things To Do With You

How They React When Their Jealous

Where Do They Like To Kiss You?

When Would They Bring You Flowers?

How would They Take Care of You When Your Sick?

Otto Octavius

EXPERIMENTAL

Summary: When Otto experiments with a brand new substance, it doesn't go well. Y/N sees the big bad doctor in a whole new light.

COMFORT

Summary: Ever since Y/N has had the now reformed villains at her apartment it's been hard for her to go out. So when she gets stood up for a date, all the men decide to cheer Y/N up.

Eddie Brock

JUST A LITTLE KISS

Summary: When Eddie and Venom fight, Venom decided to go out on the town. Knowing Eddie is too stubborn, Y/N decides to find Venom and some things reveal unexpectedly.

HOTD

Aemond Targaryen

LIES

Summary: Aemond is to be married to Jocelyn Baratheon for an alliance and doesn't tell Y/N. He's willing to lie to keep her and way more.

SECRET TIES

Summary: Y/N Velaryon was the adopted child of Rhaenerys and Laenir. Taken in as a babe and was the daughter of house Velaryon and treated as one. Even though the blacks and greens have bad blood. Y/N and Aemond have always shared a secret love for one another. As war begins, the two decide to set their own fate and seal a promise made long ago.

GOT

Robb Stark

SNOWFALL

Summary: an alliance of house Baratheon and house Stark was going to set place in Winterfell. Y/N Baratheon and Robb Stark were to be wed and be man and wife.

OTHER

Doctor Who

BEING THE DOCTOR’S WIFE INCLUDES

Stephen Arden

SWEET MELODY

Summary: Y/N hasn't experienced many things in the world so when Stephen Arden shows her music, it intrigues her.

HEAT

Summary: After they believed they killed Sil, Y/N is going through changes and when she is suddenly hit with the urgency to mate, Stephen realizes there's more to her than he realized.

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The Truth by Liquor

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: In which, you're only nice when you're drunk apparently.

WARNINGS: Avengers being cute. Jealous!Wanda. Reader seems like an asshole. Sorry to everyone the moment Reader drinks though. Personal space? We don't know her.

NOTE: This is was inspired when I was tipsy the other night <3

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"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

Wanda quietly sighed at your curt reply, watching you turn around and walk off. She shouldn't be so surprised. After all, you've never accepted an invitation of hers to go out. Even something as simple as grocery shopping, you turned down.

The lack of interest on your end would make Wanda think you hated her if not for the fact you treated the entire team with this icy, distant behavior.

A part of Wanda understands. Your recruitment into the Avengers was involuntary. You had been a peaceful civilian, living your quiet life when some psychopath disrupted your life, bringing your secret out and the Avengers in.

Everything in your life had changed in one moment, and Wanda understood better than anyone what it was like to lose everything. It didn't mean you didn't gain anything out of it.

The team was constantly trying to make you feel welcomed and grow closer to you, perhaps out of guilt, but it was still something. But it was clear from the constant rejection that you preferred your solitude. There were no movie nights with you, no eating together, no outings.

The most they got out of you was doing training and missions together. You had their back, that was sure, but you had no desire to open up to them.

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"It's Steve's birthday next week."

"Okay."

You had said the word so flatly that even Wanda had to wince in the distance. She was trying not to eavesdrop on Natasha asking you to partake in the celebration of Steve's birth, but it was rather hard when she was so curious.

"So, we'd like it if you joined us."

"Thank you but I'll be busy. Tell Steve I wish him a good one."

Wanda wasn't surprised; she had stopped hoping for your acceptance to any events long ago.

"That's great, but un-busy yourself," there was an edge to Natasha's voice that Wanda rarely heard, and she felt herself getting the secondhand shame as if she'd been the one that was getting scolded.

"Steve literally saved your life on the last mission and had been the one to fight for your choice from the beginning."

Wanda could practically picture your jaw clenching in anger. No one really talked about it, but it was clear from the start there had never been a choice for you. It was being with the Avengers or becoming government property. At least with the Avengers, you had some semblance of freedom.

To Wanda's surprise, she could hear you sigh quietly.

"Alright. I'll be there. Are we bringing gifts?"

"Yes, I can send you a list of things you can get him, if you'd like."

"That'd be helpful, thank you."

"Alright," Natasha gently said, and Wanda could picture her giving you a soft smile. "We'll see you—" Wanda heard a soft click of the door. "—there."

When Natasha came in, Wanda tried to look busy bustling around the kitchen, but it was clear the redhead saw through her.

"Well, I've achieved something that no one else on this team has. I deserve the Nobel Peace prize," Natasha gave her a wry smile, and Wanda laughed.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Who's to say this won't blow up in your face?"

Natasha shrugged. "She's...cold but I don't think she'd do anything on purpose to ruin Steve's day."

Wanda merely shrugged because she doesn't know you. She wanted to, but it's hard to get closer to someone who moves further when she tries to move closer.

Wanda tapped the counter softly, wondering if she'd get a chance at this party.

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The party was exactly as Wanda pictured it'd be. Tony pretended he didn't care about Steve often, but it was clear that he did by how extravagant the party was.

It was still only the Avengers team and other people that Steve had come to know here and there. But by the end of it, there were only the superheroes left.

You had been distant and quiet the entire party. No one had been surprised, and many had come up to try to engage you in conversation. You were polite and responded, but it was clear you had wanted to leave long ago.

Wanda hadn't attempted because she doesn't think she can take any more rejection from you tonight.

Steve had thanked you sincerely with a smile for the new leather jacket and the various candies from the 40s that definitely would've required some deep digging to find.

You merely nodded with a terse smile that had Steve quickly moving along to the next gift.

It was a wonder that you were staying so long, and Wanda wonders if it's because of Natasha or if you were genuinely trying to show Steve that you were thankful.

"So," Tony started as he had a champagne glass in his hand, and everyone settled into their seats, starting to line up the board games for the night. "What's your problem with us?"

It was like an asteroid just hit the room, which might've been preferable to the awkward silence that followed after.

You looked taken aback slightly.

"Problem?" You quirked your brow at the billionaire.

"Yeah," Tony nodded after swallowing. "Have we done something to personally wrong you? Other than the whole bringing the psychotic villain to your work and then fighting with the government over you. In our defense, we couldn't control where that guy would crash into."

You stayed silent, and Wanda desperately wished she could read your mind if not for the fact she knew it was invasive, and you'd know.

In the end, you don't respond to Tony's question other than a mere shrug and saying you didn't have a problem at all, which no one believed.

The night progresses, and you don't participate in any board games but watch in mild interest in the background. You had been sipping on the fresh batch of punch Clint had made, and Wanda found it strange. You had been sipping on water the entire day, so she wondered why you had decided to suddenly drink.

Wanda was sure you'd have left long ago, and no one would fault you for it. Natasha would've let you off the hook hours ago. You hadn't participated in their laughter or anything, but you were still there.

"This is super weird, right?" Tony whispered conspiringly as he leaned in to say it and looked in your direction. "She's never stayed this long before. I mean, she's not being a part of the group or anything, but she's here."

Steve just cautiously looked over at you. He wished you'd just come and join in on the fun, but he also didn't want to push your boundaries.

"I've never seen her drink before," Bucky said thoughtfully. "Like, ever. Not at any public events or even on a random night here."

Natasha was staring at you, too, from the corner of her eye. Your eyes were hazy, and she could bet if she touched your cheeks, they'd be warm.

"Clint," Natasha turned her attention to her left. "Did you tell her that you put soju in this round of punch? You kept it alcohol free earlier because there were a couple of pregnant women here, right?"

"Oh, I mean, I said it, but I don't know if she was listening since she was kind of far from us when we were in the kitchen," Clint said thoughtfully.

Everyone was doing the mental math on how many glasses you had since Clint made the new batch.

"Is she...drunk?" Tony's eyes sparkled.

Everyone turned to look at you, and the sudden movement caught your attention as you looked back at them. You seemed embarrassed being looked at and sipped at your drink harder.

"Hey," Tony's voice was dripping with honey. "Why don't you come join us for a game?"

Everyone waited with bated breath.

"I don't know how to play," you finally said, chewing on your straw.

"That's okay, we can teach you. You can come and watch closer for a round, and we'll explain it, and you can join the next round," Tony tried to say patiently, but he was obviously eager.

Wanda was shocked to see you mull it over before nodding. She watched you stand and make your way to sit down next to Tony since he was the one waving you over.

Her heart fluttered with excitement as she was sure everyone else was too.

They all tried to play it cool, but they could tell you were much more relaxed with your posture as you watched them play the game, and everyone took turns explaining the rules and the moves they were making.

Eventually, you joined the next round but playing it made you seem more stressed than when you were just watching. So, even though you won that round, you opted to not play anymore but still remained with the group.

"Hah! Take that, capsicle," Tony cackled while Steve rolled his eyes.

Tony was about to continue gloating when he froze, and everyone else froze too.

You had adjusted, scooting closer until your side was pressed up against Tony's and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Oh my god," Tony whispered, staying upright stiffly. "Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening? Someone take a picture. FRIDAY, take a picture."

Everyone had their mouths agape slightly, but you didn't seem to notice as you stared at the board.

"This board game is really long," you finally said.

"We could play something else," Natasha suggested, and she locked eyes with Tony as if they were trying to debate if they were hallucinating. They turned to Wanda, who looked partially offended but shrugged and looked back at you.

Wanda stared, a little regretful that she hadn't been the one to wave you over to sit next to her. You had caught her gaze briefly, giving her a small smile that surely Wanda was sure she’d imagine. You? Smiling at her? But Wanda’s cheek warmed nonetheless. Crap, why was she so desperate to have you like her?

"Do you have a game that you like playing?" Steve asked, trying to not gawk.

"Jenga?" You said as if you were unsure yourself.

"I have Jenga! Someone go grab it," Tony said as they all looked at him. "What? I can't move. This is like having a picky cat finally choose to sit on you, and it's forbidden to move. One could argue it's illegal."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she got up to get the game and returned while everyone else packed up the game. Well, everyone except Tony.

You seemed more enthused about playing Jenga, lasering your focus when it was your turn. The strangest part was how you'd go back to laying your head on Tony's shoulder when it wasn't your turn. It made everyone curious if you had a crush on him and it was driving Wanda insane. She was trying to not glare at Tony because why him? But Tony was smiling at her as if he knew some kind of secret.

That theory of your crush was quickly debunked when things began to get more intense in Jenga, and the pieces were starting to get difficult to move.

You had decided that where you were sitting was no longer optimal for your chances to win and abandoned Tony as you moved around the table. When you decided where the perfect spot was, it had turned out to be where Natasha was seated. She was about to make room for you when you decided her lap was more convenient.

"I’ll be talking about this abandonment in therapy next week," Tony said dramatically.

You stumbled a little, nearly falling off, and Natasha had to put her hands on your waist to steady you. You paid no mind to it as you perfectly picked a piece to move and put on top, a victorious smile on your face.

Natasha thought that'd be it. You'd get up and move back to Tony or back to your own seat, but you stayed. Clearly, you decided this was the best place to be for at least a couple of moves.

You leaned back against Natasha, swinging your arm around her as you rested your head atop of hers.

"Are you feeling okay?" Natasha asked worriedly, unable to move her hands away and actually having to wrap them around your waist as you sat in a way that if she didn't, you'd slide right off her lap and onto the floor.

"Yeah," you turned to her and gave her a bright smile that almost made Natasha quit the game just so you could have a better chance of winning. She looked over at Wanda and smiled apologetically, but Wanda just sighed with a deep frown as she took the next piece out rather aggressively.

Wanda tried to think about when it was that she might’ve developed a crush on you. How was it possible to develop a crush on someone who constantly turned you down? Maybe it was because despite how the both of you always knew the answer would be no, you always stopped to listen to Wanda fumble through the words of asking you to tag along somewhere. You always let her finish with patience and turned her down more gently than when you said no to everyone else.

When it was Natasha's turn, she was about to choose whatever block was in front of her, but as she reached for it, you grabbed her hand.

"No," you whispered loudly. It was hilarious if you were going for quiet and secretiveness. "You can't choose that one."

"Oh?" Natasha said amusedly. "Which one should I choose then?"

You continued to hold Natasha's hand as you hummed.

"This one," you guided her hand to one that looked much more stable to pull out. You were eager and smiling at her, clearly wanting to be helpful.

Natasha thought you were so adorable. So unbearably cute...until she pulled out that piece and the Jenga tower crumbled.

You burst out laughing while Natasha and everyone else looked flabbergasted.

"Why you—" Natasha started to say, about to tickle you when you jumped out of her lap and went to hide behind Steve and Bucky. "This was sabotage!"

You giggled. "Yeah, I don't think I could've won when my turn comes. Had to secure my victory another way, you know?"

"No, I don't know! I am an honorable player," Natasha huffed but smiled.

"Nice guys finish last, as they say," you said sagely, and everyone laughed. You had a sense of humor, and everyone was confused about why you wouldn't show this side of you when sober.

You clearly did like them. No amount of drinking could make you get along with people you despised. If anything, the alcohol would've given you the courage to start a fight.

"Alright, let's take a break from the games and watch something," Steve looked over at Bucky, who was looking back at him.

You were so close to them with your chin resting over Bucky's shoulder to see and your hand resting on top of Steve's on the ground, but you didn't seem to notice.

"Alright, I'll go set something up if you guys clean up the mess here," Natasha offered. "Any preferences on what we watch?"

Everyone turned to you, and you turned to Steve since it was his birthday.

"You choose. I haven't really caught up with what's new," Steve smiled at his joke, but you stared at him pensively.

Steve didn't really seem to care for movies. He certainly didn't mind them, but you were too antsy to sit silently through a film.

"Extreme couponing."

Everyone was stunned.

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"This is so...disturbing."

You chuckled at Steve's crinkled brows.

Wanda was trying to not hyperventilate. The seating arrangement ended with Wanda at the edge, you next to her, Steve next to you, and Bucky next to Steve.

It was rather crowded on the couch, but that was because you had started with sitting normally. Then, you had moved to resting against Steve and playing curiously with Bucky's robotic hand on Steve's lap.

Now, you were laying your head in Wanda's lap, legs sprawled over Steve's lap, toes bumping into Bucky's leg.

"Why would anyone need 40 bottles of detergent? Why does she keep getting more when it's going to take her about three years to finish the 40 she has now?" Steve was genuinely disturbed.

"It's an addiction," you grinned, and Wanda could feel it on her leg and refrain from twitching.

"It's hoarding," Steve shook his head, and Bucky snorted.

"Hoarding is an addiction, Stevie."

The bickering went back and forth while Wanda idly wondered how long this drunken state of yours would last.

You had continued to drink the punch as the night went until Natasha finally cut you off as much as she was also enjoying your newfound friendliness.

You had your hand resting in front of you as you lazily stroked Wanda's thigh you rested on, moving your hand down to caress her leg and calf. The entire thing gave Wanda shivers and goosebumps on her arms, but she forced herself to not move with all her willpower.

Tony's stupid words wouldn't leave her head that you were like a cat and moving was forbidden because if she moved, what if you moved away?

Everyone has taken some liberties in reciprocating your touchiness. Tony had rested his head against yours, and Natasha had held you while you were in her lap. Steve currently had his hands on top of your calves that rested in his lap, while Bucky had his normal hand over your toes to keep them warm. Wanda honestly wished she could swat their hands away. It was honestly more irksome that the two soldiers could tell she was annoyed with them but kept their hands where they were.

But Wanda had been too nervous to try to touch you back. She wasn't sure what to do at this point.

Should she try to stroke your hair? Should she rest her hand over your shoulder?

The thoughts were making Wanda jittery and also frozen with too many choices that weren't really hers to make.

Eventually, lying down seemed to be putting you to sleep, which wasn't what you wanted. You sat up, cuddling into Wanda's side with your legs pulled into yourself, and curling your arm around hers.

Admittedly, this was so much better since it was finally just her turn for your attention and her turn alone. But she was also more jittery than before.

"You always smell so good," you sighed contentedly.

"Huh?" Wanda bumbled ungracefully while everyone tried to not laugh aloud. "Oh, thanks."

"Like, you always smell like cinnamon and something else," you pondered and then stuck your nose right into Wanda's neck and sniffed.

Wanda was sure she was going to die right then and there. Simply perish.

"Oh, like citrus!" You were pleased that you figured it out and went back to rest your head against her shoulder.

Wanda glared at the rest of them as they all smiled teasingly at her.

"Did you have fun today?" Clint asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I'm glad I went."

"Do you usually want to go when we ask you out?" Natasha asked next, and you seemed to ponder answering as you tapped your finger against Wanda's inner forearm.

"Yes," you decided to admit.

"Why don't you?" Steve asked softly. "We'd like to hang out with you more."

You shrugged. "I get nervous."

"Nervous?" Bucky tilted his head as he looked over at you.

"I'm not always like this," you said, and it was the first time that everyone realized that you were aware of how friendly you were being. "Most of the time, I'm nervous. I'm quieter and don't often like doing things like board games, shopping, or whatever usually requires too much brain power or socializing. I'm boring."

"You're not boring," Natasha insisted while Tony hummed, and she elbowed him in the ribs roughly so that he coughed.

You gave her a sweet smile but shrugged.

"I am most of the time. I feel bad you have a new teammate that's not as exciting as the rest of you are. I feel like I should say sorry that I don't have some traumatic origin story, and I was just a regular person with these powers that I rarely used."

Everyone actually chuckled.

"We don't mind. We thought you genuinely hated us for having to be here," Natasha crossed her legs.

You looked genuinely confused at that.

"Huh? Why would I hate you guys? I mean, it's not all rainbows and sunshine, but I like it here."

Wanda hummed thoughtfully. You were just a homebody and shy, and it was coming out all wrong when they asked you out.

Eventually, people began to call it a night until just the two of you that remained on the couch, extreme couponing still playing.

"Are you tired?" You asked.

"No," Wanda answered quickly.

You smiled as you sat up and faced her, and she turned her body towards you.

Wanda was probably the person who often attempted to get closer to you despite how cold you had been. She had been alone, known that feeling, and didn't wish it upon you.

You tugged at Wanda's hand until her cool palm cupped your cheek. Sighing adorably, you leaned into her hand before you moved forward, completely invading Wanda's space as you hid your face into her neck.

Wanda felt her heart pulse uncontrollably. This was so unlike you, and Wanda had been convinced just hours ago that you hated the entire team. The only thing Wanda could think in her head was, 'What do I do?' over and over. Should she hold you back? Was that taking advantage of you? But Wanda knew if she didn't reciprocate, you were just going to the next person to be touchy-feely with, and that was the last thing she wanted.

It didn't matter that everyone else had gone to bed.

It was most likely that Natasha was actually still up and in the training room.

"I said no to you because I was nervous about something else," you quietly admitted.

"About what?" Wanda whispered.

"You make me nervous," your hand flexed in hers, unaware you were just repeating what you’ve said earlier.

"I don't think you're boring," Wanda insisted, and she could feel you smiling.

"I know, you're as boring as me," you smirked, and Wanda would've been offended if it wasn't so true. She was more inclined to be a homebody with you, and she had a feeling the two of you meshed well together. Any outdoor activities could easily be agreed upon. After all, she could understand liking to take walks but having no desire to climb Mount Everest.

"Then?" Wanda nudged at you.

"You make me nervous," you simply repeated like this time, Wanda would magically understand what you were trying to say. "And if I get too nervous, it's harder to control my powers."

"I think that'll just go away with time," Wanda blinked.

"I don't know. You're really pretty and I don't think that's going to go away."

Wanda felt her heart jump at the words and felt the tips of her ears burn.

Oh, god, she thought. Drunk you was too smooth and honest.

"I'm really tired now," you yawned, and Wanda felt the disappointment creep up on her.

"Oh, right," Wanda looked at the clock. "It is pretty late. We should get some sleep. You're probably going to be a little hungover tomorrow."

You nodded forlornly as if you knew you would be miserable in the morning.

"Okay, do you want to sleep in my room or yours?"

The question shocked Wanda.

"Uh, what?" Wanda stumbled again.

You tilted your head at her. "I can't sleep alone when I'm drunk. If you don't want to, that's okay. I think I can probably hop in bed with Natasha, or maybe with Bucky and Steve," you said thoughtfully, but it seemed reluctant as you felt like Bucky was a blanket hogger.

"No, no," Wanda said quickly. She wouldn't mind Bucky and Steve, but if you hopped into bed with Natasha, there'd be no telling how long Natasha could reject your drunken advances before she'd give in to your need for any physical touch you asked for. "We'll sleep in my room."

"Okay," you yawned again as you got up and pulled Wanda along.

You led her all the way, and she was surprised by your tenacity to still brush your teeth and wash your face before you rummaged through her closet unabashedly for sleeping clothes.

When you finally climbed into bed, Wanda heard you moan contentedly at the cool sheets but still snuggled up to her. You pulled her arms over you and hummed.

"Goodnight," you mumbled sleepily.

"Goodnight," Wanda mumbled back perplexedly, cautiously tightening her hold on you.

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Wanda woke that morning to you lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, mortified. She was surprised you remained in her bed as she half-expected you to disappear long before Wanda woke up.

Her sudden movement alerted you to Wanda being awake.

"This is why I never drink," you groaned quietly and sighed with a frown.

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle. She risked it and moved her hand under the blanket to find your hand. She was glad you still seemed open to physical touch and held her hand back.

"Are you still nervous?"

"Yes," you admitted. "But I'm more reluctant about my impending doom when we leave this room."

"You want to stay here forever?" Wanda jokes, and you turned to look at her with a sparkle in your eye, and it was...everything Wanda wanted. Wanda hoped she'd never see that cold side of you again, and if she did, she at least knew it was because you were anxious.

"At least ask me dinner first before you try to keep me in your bed, Maximoff."

"I have, numerous times actually."

You actually let out a laugh and squeezed her hand. "Sorry. Can we have dinner together today?"

Wanda smiled. "I should say no to you as many times as you have to me but I'll be nice and say yes."

"You'll go down in history for being gracious, Miss Maximoff."

The two of you chat quietly as you prepare for the day, and when you make it out and into the kitchen, everyone else is already there, and you stare at everyone awkwardly.

You're open to open your mouth and apologize for last night when they all grin at you.

"You better not drink if Wanda's not around," Tony grinned wickedly. "She's the jealous type."

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Second Chance - Chapter 8

Masterlist

Warnings: fainting, affects of chemotherapy treatment, lack of appetite, IV treatment

Note: a lot of this chapter is based on my own personal experience with the disease. As I've learned chemotherapy effects everyone very differently. Also sorry this chapter is so short.

Word Count: 1.9k

Relationships: Yelena x reader, Tony x reader (platonic), Avenger x reader (platonic)

There was something about jello that never sat right with you. You witnessed your friends take shot after shot of the mixture, and it made your insides turn. Even your mom would eat it when she wasn’t feeling well. Your nose would scrunch when you saw her over the stove, waiting for the water to boil. It always had to be homemade, never the store-bought stuff. The irony of it all as you sat on the common floor of the tower eating jello. Your mom would have gotten a kick out of it. It was store-bought; you barely had enough energy to drag yourself out of your room. The visit with America and Kate made you realize you missed people, which was strange.

After a double dosage, you would lock yourself in your room, surviving on snacks you could keep down. You would emerge from your room and order takeout when the symptoms passed. It was odd having a group of people to ensure you were okay. “Hey kid,” you gave a weak smile to Steve. “How’s the jello?” You shrugged.

“It’s gross, but at least I’m eating.” Sam stood next to you, arms leaning against the counter.

“We are going to watch a movie,” he said. “Do you want to join us?” You finished the last spoonful of jello, and Steve took the trash from you. You gave the man a grateful smile.

“Sure, it’s not like I can do much in this state,” you followed them to the couch and sat on the other side of Steve. He was warm; you were getting jealous of the Avenger’s ability to always be warm. “What are we watching?” You asked, resting your elbow on the armrest.

“I’m thinking Do The Right Thing by Spike Lee,” you knew the movie. You took a film studies class in college. Well, you passed it without watching any of the movies. You were a little stretched thin, and watching a 2-hour movie was not something you had time for. With your schedule open, movies became a source of comfort for you. You wished you set more time for them, more time for other things as well.

Sighing, you let your body relax on the couch and let your mind wander into the world Spike Lee created.

“I’m impressed she still hasn’t woken up yet,” Maria said, nursing a tall glass of water. She, Yelena, and Natasha returned from a run to find the common floor bustling with people, making lunch or grabbing a quick bite before heading off. Somehow, you remained unbothered by all the noise. You were fast asleep on the couch with a blanket tucked around you. Steve told them you made it halfway through the movie before you fell asleep.

“Do you think we should wake her up?” Natasha asked. “She needs to eat.” Yelena nodded. Tony told them about his conversation with your doctor. The blonde hated doctors too many times; she was forced down by doctors who said they would help. She had to trust your medical team knew what was best for you. So if they told you you needed to eat or an IV of fluids and steroids would help, Yelena believed that.

“I’ll do it,” Yelena said, walking over to the couch and ignoring the questioning look on her sister’s face. She was not ready for that conversation that she knew Natasha was dying to have. Yelena needed time to figure it all out. Kneeling at your level, she gently placed her hand on your shoulder. “Easton,” she said softly, barely recognizing the sound of her voice. “Come on, time to wake up.” This time, you opened your eyes, blinking them a few times.

“Belova,” you sighed. Yelena hated how you said her name; it made her heart skip. “Do what do I owe the pleasure.” The blonde rolled her eyes.

“You need food,” she said, standing up. “So up you get.” Yelena held out her hand. Sighing, you sat up and took the hand she offered. Fuck, why were you so cold? You pulled yourself up with Yelena’s help. Even when you were standing up, the blonde refused to let you go of your hand. Your hand was trembling, and you were swaying.

“What-” but you cut yourself off. You let out a shaky breath, and your eyebrows pinched together as if you were confused by something someone said, but no one spoke.

“Easton, what’s wrong?” You opened your mouth a few times before your eyes fluttered closed, and you fell forward. Yelena caught you in your arms, gently brought you to the ground, and looked at her sister. Natasha was already rushing over to her. “I don’t know what happened,” Yelena said, her voice laced with panic. “She just collapsed.”

“It’s okay,” Natasha calmly said, and she checked your pulse. “FRIDAY, alert Helen and tell Tony to get to med bay,” the redhead looked at her sister. “Can you help me get here?” The blonde nodded. Yeah, she could do that. She just needed her hands to stop shaking.

When you opened your eyes, you were in a room you didn’t recognize. Frowning, you turned your head to the side and saw Tony. The sound of you shuffling caused him to look away from the tablet he was looking over. “Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked. You sat up in the unfamiliar bed and saw an IV in your arm. You were connected to a clear bag that they gave you at the cancer center.

“Where am I?” You asked instead of answering your question.

“You’re in med bay,” he told you. “You fainted when you stood up.” Oh, you rubbed your forehead. “Dr. Carpenter said it’s probably due to your dehydration and lack of food intake. He suggested the TV; it’s fluids and a small amount of steroids,” he explained. You frowned slightly, hating the idea that Dr. Carpenter knew you weren’t doing well. You hated worrying him. He already felt so much guilt regarding your mom’s death, and he felt like he failed you and her. “So, how are you?” You hated that question. Every doctor and nurse asked you about it. You avoided text messages from your friends who asked you.

“I’m fine, Tony,” you said.

“No, you’re not,” he called you out. “And it’s fine that you aren’t,” he added quickly. “But I need you to tell me so I can help.” Help is something you never needed. You excelled in school, and even at a young age, you could take care of yourself. You helped others with school work, personal problems, or if they needed help moving. You were the helper, never the one that needed help. It was why it took forever for Dr. Carpenter to convince you to reach out to Tony.

“I don’t need your help.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. The man laughed bitterly.

“Then why come to the tower, turn my life upside down, and tell me you need mine or my kid’s bone marrow,” you were quiet. “It sure looks like you need my help.” You were silent, unable to find the words to improve this situation. “Lucas was right; your stubbornness is going to be the death of you. I will not stand by and watch it happen.” He left suddenly, and the room you were in was quiet. Sighing, you slapped your hand down on the bed. You were so stupid; sometimes, you spoke without thinking of the consequences.

Death. It wasn’t something you feared. It was a concept that your mom always introduced you to, especially with the nature of her job. So how the hell were you supposed to look at the man and tell him you weren’t afraid of dying?

Once the bag was empty and Helen knew you could stand alone, she released you from med bay. However, she gave you strict orders to come back if you began to feel worse. You agreed, only to please her. You knew you should find Tony and apologize for what you said. But you got your stubbornness from your mom. Instead, you went to our room, grabbed your sketchbook, and walked to the training area where FRIDAY informed you the rest of the team was.

Your presence went unnoticed by the team as they were engrossed in their training. You found a spot out of the way and began drawing the scene before you. Watching the Avengers train and be in their natural element was exciting. You enjoyed drawing them and coming up with stories to tell. You found the superhero group fascinating. They were brought together because they were deemed to be extraordinary. This group was tasked to save the world and protect people they did not know who needed help. It was noble work.

You sighed, twirling the pencil you were using in your hand. They were trying to help you. You are a complete stranger that came into their life and turned it on their head. You were curious if you were going to be around long enough to thank them.

Glancing up from your sketchbook, their training session ended, and the Avengers were split into smaller groups. You noticed Kate looking at you, and she gave you a small wave. She was standing with America, Peter, Kate, and the blonde Black Widow. You weren’t sure what they were talking about, but you saw Kate, America, and Peter start to walk over to you. The blonde hesitated as she looked at you but joined her sister and Bucky instead. You frowned slightly. “Hey,” Kate said, sitting next to you and you smiled. “You look a lot better than the last time we saw you.” You chuckled, closed the sketchbook, and placed it on your lap.

“Sorry about,” you hated worrying people.

“Just glad to see up and walking around.” America smiled. “What did they say that caused it?” You sighed, picking at the cover of the book.

“Doctor thinks it’s because I’m not eating or drinking enough. But I’m trying.” You felt the need to defend yourself. “It’s just-”

“Hard?” Peter guessed. You nodded. “Listen, I think you are doing great. Far better than I would be doing.” The couple nodded in agreement. You smiled.

“So, what are you guys training for? Do you have a mission coming up?” The trio looked at one another. “Can you not tell me?”

“Unsure, really,” America said. “A lot of the stuff we do is ‘need to know,’” she added the quotes around the words. “But you live in the tower but aren’t an Avenger.” You raised your hands.

“Then don’t tell me,” you chuckled. “All I care about is that you guys return safe,” Kate smirked. You weren’t sure why it felt like you walked into a trap.

“Especially a certain blonde.” Your face dropped, and you felt your stomach drop.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you mumbled. The trio laughed, which got the attention of the blonde. You refused to look at her as you felt your body head up from embarrassment.

“Miss. Easton,” the AI said. The sudden voice of the AI made their laughter die down. “Mr. Stark and Mrs. Potts wish to speak with you on their floor.” You groaned.

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked. You shrugged.

“Not sure,” you sighed and stood up. “But I may need backup.” Kate chuckled, shaking her head.

“Well, let FRIDAY know, and we’ll be there.” You nodded and walked out of the training area, sketchbook tucked underneath your arm. When your mom discovered you had a drawing talent, she worried that sometimes you would get lost in the worlds you created. But the worlds you made were more manageable than the one you lived in.

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