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ayameric · 2 years

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Back To You | W.MAXIMOFF

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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Super!Soldier!Reader

SUMMARY: After a long day, Wanda welcomes her girlfriend home from a mission.

A/N: this is totally self indulgent, but i figured it was better to get something out than leave y'all high and dry

Today had been a terrible day.

You had been called out with Steve and Sam to a mission that had left you well and truly battered and bruised. It should have been an easy mission, in and out, but things were never that simple when you were an Avenger.

The mission ended with you being tossed out of a building eleven-stories up, landing with quite a thud on the concrete below.

Luckily for the enhanced Super Soldier Serum coursing through your veins, you were able to walk it off (barely). You could take the blow, but you were certain you’d be sore tomorrow.

Steve managed to find you an icepack on the Quinjet during the flight home, holding it against your side as you pulled a face of discomfort.

Wanda was going to kill you for being so reckless.

It was the right thing to do, Sam could’ve gotten really hurt if you didn’t take the blow for him, since he wouldn’t have survived a fall that large. But still, a dumb move, nonetheless.

The journey back wasn’t too long, which you were thankful for, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in bed beside her beautiful green-eyed girlfriend.

The jet landed, and you knew Wanda would be awaiting your arrival in the hangar as she often did. FRIDAY would always let you know when the other had returned the moment the jet landed.

The back of the ship opened, and you tried your best to mask the pain that had rapidly begun to rush through you as you stood up for the first time in a couple of hours.

But Wanda saw right through your forced smile, and you couldn’t keep it up for much longer.

Steve and Sam made the smart decision to vacate the area or face Wanda’s wrath as you began to hobble over to her, clutching at your side.

“Y/N, what happened?” She asked worriedly as you got closer, meeting you halfway and placing her hands either side of your cheeks. Wanda eyes were full of worry as she scanned your body up and down.

“My love, I’m fine, just some bruises.” You attempted to shrug off. You also momentarily forgot Wanda was a telepath.

There was a moment of silence, as her expression fell to a concentrated one, her eyes glowing red.

They flashed back to their usual green as she opened her mouth in shock, pulling away and slapping you on the shoulder, to which you yelped at.

“Ow!”

“You threw yourself out of a building?!” She questioned, having seen the memory flash in your mind as you tried to avoid telling her the truth.

“Okay- I did not throw myself out!” You quickly defended, switching your stance as your side began to ache with dull pain. Wanda put her hands on her hips, waiting for further explanation. “I was thrown out."

You winced as you told her, awaiting her inevitable ranting and raving about what an ‘idiot’ you were for being so reckless.

But she didn’t yell, only sighed and let the urge to snap at you subside.

“You’re home now, that’s all that matters.” She huffed out. “But I’m still pissed at you.”

You chuckled at the frown on her face, shaking your head before leaning down and pressing your lips against hers, putting your hands on her waist. You felt her pout fade against the kiss, as she threw her arms around your shoulders.

The kiss got a little carried away for somewhere so public, and you were thankful that Sam and Steve had already made their exit. Wanda sighed against your lips, and you took that as an opportunity to deepen it, swiping your tongue against them as to ask for entry.

She opened her mouth, letting your tongue slide against hers. Wanda only moaned further, completely melting against you as your hands fell lower against her sides, resting on her ass.

Eventually, you both had to pull away for air, and you rested your forehead against hers, breathless.

“I missed you.” The witch admitted softly, and you smiled, searching her deep forest-filled eyes.

“I missed you too.” You bit back, before swiftly picking her up bridal style and pushing past the pain. Your love for your girlfriend was much stronger than the burning pain in your side.

“Y/N! Put me down, you’re hurt!” She exclaimed, but you ignored her, heading straight inside the compound and in the direction of your shared room.

You sauntered through the hallways, past your teammates with a wriggling Sokovian witch in your arms.

“Good mission, Y/L/N?” Natasha teased as she passed you in the hallway, a grin on her face,

“No, awful!” You quipped back with a smile, a large contradiction to the reply you had just given her. The spy just laughed at your antics as you and Wanda arrived at your room, opening the door and slamming it shut with your foot.

You place her gently on the bed, moving away so that you could slip out of your suit, shower and put on something more comfortable.

Wanda found herself scrolling through her phone whilst you did, since you showering when you returned home as a normal occurrence.

You got out of the shower, drying your hair, and slipping on a t-shirt and jeans. You were greeted with another sweet kiss from Wanda as you exited your bathroom but being broken apart as FRIDAY called the two of you for dinner.

Neither of you were particularly happy about the interruption, hoping to spend the evening to yourselves, but you couldn’t say no to dinner with your family.

You spent a good few hours catching up with the team, cracking jokes and hearing stories, including Steve recounting the fact that you had been tossed out of a window today. Everyone but Wanda found that amusing, and Steve stopped laughing as soon as Wanda shot him a glare.

You felt Wanda’s hand slip onto your thigh whilst you were all still sat around the dinner table, feeling it move dangerously close up toward your core.

Your hand shot down, grabbing hers and stopping her movement, a silent reminder of where you were and who you were with.

Eventually, you called it a night, being dragged back to your room by a sleepy Wanda. You had caught the yawns she had tried to hide, and took the hint.

But the second you had entered the confines of your room, she had you pinned against the back of the door.

She pressed her lips against yours in a bruising kiss, quickly pulling her close to you.

“I thought you were tired?” You teased as you pulled away for air, but your lips still on hers.

“I’m just a really good actor.” She mused, pulling away further as her hands made their way down your abdomen, reaching the zipper of your jeans.

She slowly began to unzip it as you stopped her.

“Wands, we don’t have to…” You offered quietly, in case she was really tired. But she only looked back up at you with lust filled eyes.

“Please, I’ve been waiting for this all day.” Wanda pleaded, and you swore to whatever deity existed that your knees were going to give out.

This woman knew exactly what to say, and you were putty in her hands. She’d always get what she wanted from you.

You could only smirk devilishly.

“As you wish.” You grunted as you picked her up by her thighs carrying her over to the bed, dropping her onto the soft mattress. She sat up on her elbows as you removed your shirt, revealing the gigantic black and purple bruising that painted your side.

Wanda’s eyes almost filled with tears as she eyed it, watching as you moved closer, leaning over her.

“I’m still here, my love. I’ll always come home to you.” You whispered, washing away her worries and capturing her in a loving kiss.

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vibranium-sheilds · 2 years

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Masterpost

Everything on the account

By clicking on the tags it should bring you to all the posts with that tag on my account

Part 1 (Avengers, Black Widow, Guardians of the Galaxy) Part 1

Part 2 (Shang Chi, WandaVision, Loki, Hawkeye, Moon Knight, Ms. Marvel, TLaT, Deadpool)

Spiderman and Venom (Holland, Maguire, Garfield, Venom, No Way Home)

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buckys-metal-arm · 27 days

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Fluffy/crack-y Dad!Bucky idea:

Reader gets their kid a Daddle Saddle. Just picture Bucky with his kid, wearing this:

((if anyone does write this PLEASE send it to me I NEED to see it))

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dad!bucky #bucky barnes fluff #save a horse ride a supersoldier ig

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writeshite · 1 year

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Getting behind Steve n Bucky and grabbing their asses

“Y’all are so cute but my god ur butts are so hot…”

Bucky had been zoned out and brought back to attention by the sound of Steve squawking; he'd turned and then let out an equal sound of surprise. "Sorry about that," you said from behind them, "I couldn't resist."

You'd taken both their asses in hand, kneading the flesh and trailing the rim of their holes, "You're adorable," you tell them, squeezing a handful of their cheeks, "but your asses? God, they're so hot."

#steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #shitedrabbles #supersoldier cake is the best kind of cake

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mirajaneswritingshenanigans · 1 year

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Somebody to Lean On

Fandom(s): The Avengers

Pairing(s): Friend!Tony Stark/Iron Man x SuperSoldier!Reader

Summary: As if being an Avenger wasn’t hard enough to begin with for you. Steve was making it so much harder for you. You had no idea why. Until he finally lashes out and reveals the truth. His actions and words end up opening an old wound. Now you need a shoulder to cry.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fanfic. They are owned by Stan Lee, Marvel Comics, the writers, producers, and directors of the films. I am simply borrowing them for this Fanfic.

A/N: Y/N-Your Name. In this fic Steve Rogers is angry and violent. The idea for this fanfic came out of nowhere, and I decided to roll with it.

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse. Steve hurts Reader.

Word Count: 3,143

"This is why I didn't want you on this mission." Steve stated harshly as Bruce stitched the gash on your side. "You sure this is why?" You gestured to yourself. A bullet had grazed your right side. It had gone deep enough to warrant stitches. Your face looked pretty bad from being hit with the front of his shield. The impact had busted your lip and caused it to swell. It had also bruised your cheek and eye pretty badly. Causing both to swell up as well. His shield made impact to the right side of your face. The impact had made you lose your footing and expose your side to the person you were fighting with.

On one hand your were thankful but on the other hand the pain in your face wasn't worth it. "Ya know, if you hadn't miscalculated your throw, my face wouldn't hurt or look like a truck hit it." You hissed as Bruce worked on the last stitch. "You're lucky you have a remix of the super serum in your system. Otherwise you would be suffering from a severe concussion." Bruce pointed out as he spread the bandage over your wound. Steve stood in the doorway glaring you down. Bruce gently turned your face towards him. He carefully took a cloth to your lip. You flinched at the pain the contact had caused.

He gave you an apologetic look. "At least this cut doesn't need stitches. It will be sore and tender for awhile, so avoid sour or spicy foods for now. However I am afraid if the swelling doesn't go down soon I will have to lance it to relieve pressure build up." Bruce walked over to a cabinet to grab a rag and then walked to the sink, soaking it in cold water. He gestured with the rag to hold it against your lip before handing it to you. "Try this for now. If the swelling doesn't go down in twenty minutes come back. For now I suggest changing your clothes." Bruce gave you a sad smile and began to clean up.

You held the rag to your lips for several seconds before hopping off the medical bed. "Thank you." You walked out of the room with Steve hot on your heels. "I didn't miscalculate on purpose. The guy bumped me as I went to throw it." Steve told you. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to him. "That's bullshit and you know it. I may have been fighting the man you tried to aim at but I clearly remember a guy dropping BEFORE you threw your stupid shield. I was dumb enough to believe it WASN'T aimed at me." You finally snapped at him. Steve looked at you with both brows raised. "You're delusional." Steve said as he began to walk away.

"No. I'm. Not. You NEVER miscalculate your throws. I said you did in front of Bruce because I didn't want to damage your image. You and I both know that you can't stand me. I don't even know why that is." You yelled at Steve. Neither one of you realized that you had suddenly stopped in front of the lab. Allowing the other members to hear what was being said. Clint and Nat happened to be in the lab at the time, talking with Tony. Bruce had been walking several feet behind you and Steve because he was headed back to the lab to work on his latest project.

Bruce froze the moment you raised your voice. Everyone could hear the hurt and anger in your tone. They had been aware of the tension between you and Steve since day one. No one had been brave enough to question it. "You wanna know why? Why you are literally the last person I want to work with? Why I wish Fury made you join S.H.I.E.L.D. and not the Avengers?" Steve turned around and began to walk towards you. His voiced raising with every step he took. Rage filled his eyes. Everyone around the two of you stood quietly, ready to step in when they saw fit. Nat inched closer the moment Steve got too close.

"Enlighten me." You demanded. "Because you remind me of someone I knew. Because when I look at you all I see is him. It infuriates me that you stand before me and he doesn’t. Even though you have a serum similar to mine, you are nothing like me. You're just an experiment that came later than I did. You're nothing but a mistake." Steve pushed you hard against the wall when he finished. Clearly allowing his anger to turn into violence. The force of his push had caused all the air in your lungs to be pushed out. Resulting in you sliding to the floor and gasping for air. Clint was furious and used his forearm to slam Steve against the wall the opposite of you. Nat and Bruce rushed to your side. Nat had tried to stop Steve but she was too slow. Tony was too shocked to move.

"You didn't have to do that!" Clint yelled into Steve's face. Steve glanced at you, with a blank expression. Bruce had you lean forward, running his hand along your spine and ribs. Nat held you trying to calm you and telling you to take slow deep breathes. "I never asked to be like this. I never asked to be like a Super Soldier. I was forced to be like this, after my delusional father had recreated the serum. I just wanted a normal life. Fury found me and trained me. He KNEW. He knew I didn't want this, but he also knew that after being experimented on for 16 years of my life, I couldn't have the normal life I so desperately wished for every single night. He put me here because he said my skills are of better use here. I can't help that I remind you of someone from your past." Your voice sounded weak and broken.

Tears began to stream down your face and you held onto Nat as you spoke. Clint still held Steve against the wall glaring him down. He couldn't believe that he pushed you hard into a wall. Your lips quivered as a small sob escaped you. Luckily nothing broke when you were shoved but your back hurt something fierce now. Not only that but you were emotionally hurt. Steve's words and actions caused a memory to resurface. One that you had locked away because it caused so much pain.

“You had one job! One job and you screwed that up! How could you be so damn stupid!” Your father screamed at you. “Now I have some guy after me. All because you landed yourself on their radar.” You stood silently in his lab. Waiting for him to finish. “You’re a mistake!” He screamed as he pushed you hard causing you to lose your footing and slam down to the ground on your back. “I should have found a different test subject for this serum. Someone who wouldn’t mess up the way you did. You and this serum have failed me. I should have just sent you away with your mother. I shouldn’t have kept you. I should tweak this serum and find someone more suitable. Someone who isn’t you.” He slammed the door on his way out of the lab. Leaving you lying on the floor, wishing the ground would just swallow you up. Wishing you had been anywhere but in this moment. It wasn’t the first time he had knocked you around. But it had been the first time he had also hurt you with words. You choked back a sob as you raised yourself up. “I’m sorry to disappoint.” You said weakly to yourself as you left the lab to lock yourself in your room.

That was the memory that had been locked away since the day Fury had found you. Fury was kinder and had trained you from the moment he found you. Maria Hill had also been a huge help. Along with Coulson. All three had tested your abilities and pushed you to your limits and beyond. Coulson told you how proud of you he was. In your eyes Coulson was like the father you wished you had growing up. Maria said that she was glad to meet you. Fury said he had the perfect place for you. Thinking about it now, you felt like Fury was wrong.

Nat helped you stand up again. "I will inform Fury to never pair us again. Make sure we never end up on the same mission. Let him know you are the only one who doesn't want me on this team." You said weakly. Wiping the tears away as you began to stumble towards the elevator. Clint held Steve in place until you were inside the elevator and the doors closed. "How could you do that?" Tony asked furiously. Clint shook his head at Steve. "I'm leaving before I do something I’d regret." Clint said as he pushed himself away from Steve, Nat followed his lead. Bruce ran his hand through his hair as he walked into the lab. He could feel the rage bubbling within himself and he needed to calm down.

"I just got so angry and lost control." Steve replied. "Just like you lost control of your shield?" Tony asked. Steve stood in silence. He hadn’t meant to hit your face. His real target was your leg so that way you would be out of commission for a long while. He miscalculated his rage against you. This had caused his aim to alter and his shield to tilt when he threw it.

On one hand he was upset that he lay his hands on another being like that, on the other it felt good to allow his rage to take over. Tony stood silently glaring, waiting for an answer. "Because they’re too much like Bucky and I wanted them gone. There’s only one Bucky." Steve admitted. "So you decide to mess them up. To hurt them physically AND emotionally. Did you see the damage you caused? Did you stop to think maybe you shouldn't be an unbearable dick." Tony yelled. Steve said nothing and walked away.

Tony growled and walked into the lab. "Jarvis. Locate Y/N, I need to check their lip." Bruce spoke calmly. "They are in their quarters. I shall let them know you're on your way." Jarvis replied. Bruce nodded and began to leave the lab. He walked back to the medical room to grab supplies just in case he would need to lance your lip to relieve the pressure. When he stepped out he almost ran into Tony. "They asked for me to come along." Tony said sheepishly. Bruce nodded and walked alongside Tony.

The elevator ride to your floor was awkwardly quiet. Neither one of them knew what to say. They froze when they saw the state of your living room. You had thrown papers, cushions, and broken several pictures. You were kneeling on your knees amongst the chaos. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself and sobbed, rocking slightly. Tony calmly walked to you and pulled you into a warm embrace. At first you flinched at the contact until you heard his voice. "It’s me. Tony. It's going to be all right. I'm here for you." Tony whispered to you. You unwrapped your arms and embraced Tony back. Resting your face into the side of his neck.

Tony sat crossed legged and adjusted you into his lap. He rocked you gently, rubbing your back as you began to sob harder. Bruce's heart clenched at the sight before him. He had never seen this side of you before. Out of the entire team you seemed the happiest. Then he remembered the phrase 'you never know about the pain hidden behind a smile'. Seeing your pain made a lump form in his throat. He set the supplies on your coffee table and began to pick up the mess as Tony calmed you.

"It hurts so much." You whimpered and scrunched Tony's shirt in your hands and tightened the embrace. Tony knew you were trying to show him how badly Steve had hurt you by the way you clung to him. In return he hugged you tighter. Bruce had picked up the papers and put the cushions back on the furniture. He glanced around. You can see the pain in the destruction they caused. He thought sadly to himself.

Tony gestured for Bruce to help him up. Bruce helped Tony stand, he held you tightly against himself as he went to sit in a chair. He made himself and yourself comfortable. "Bruce needs to look at your lip." Tony whispered softly. Five minutes passed before you were calm enough to allow that. You carefully wiped your eyes and turned to face Bruce. You winced when you applied too much pressure to your right eye. Crying had caused it to swell shut completely and become tender.

Bruce’s stomach lurched at the state of your face. Not only had your lip and eye swollen more. But the bruising had gotten a lot worse. “I need to relieve the pressure build up in your lip.” Bruce stated. You nodded weakly and leaned the left side of your face on Tony’s shoulder. Leaving the right side exposed so that Bruce could tend to it.

Bruce held a cloth to your lip catching the liquid that came out from the cut. You winced slightly and he apologized. After he cleaned up the wound he put a small bandage on the area. “That’s all I needed to do. If you need anything don’t be afraid to seek me out.” Bruce said as he stood up. He gave you a sad smile before leaving your quarters.

“Stay with me?” You asked Tony softly. Tony sighed sadly and held you closer to him. “I won’t leave your side until you tell me to.” Tony gently placed a kiss on your forehead. The room fell silent and Tony was lost in his thoughts. He was trying to think of ways that he could make you feel better. At the moment he didn’t know that all he needed to do was be there for you. He was closer to you than the others. Everyone, except Steve had considered you a friend. When he noticed your breathing had evened out he glanced down at you. Noticing you had fallen asleep. He carefully lifted you up and walked to your bedroom.

He tried to lay you down but your grip on him was tight. Now he had to maneuver you carefully so that he could lay with you. When he was situated he sighed but noticed that your features had relaxed. He was lying on his back with your head carefully resting on his chest. It was in that moment that he realized you just needed a friend. Someone that could comfort you even when you weren’t awake. He eventually began to drift off into sleep.

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Steve paced his room. He began to feel conflicted about what he had done. He had imagined hurting you in ways that would make you not be able to join missions. He had never acted upon it until today. For some reason today was the last straw for him. He wasn’t exactly sure what made him put his thoughts into action. He plopped down on the foot of his bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and then put his face into his hands. He thought back to the first day you entered his life.

Steve was watching the TV in the common room when everyone suddenly walked in. “Turn that off for now. Fury is on his way up with news or something.” Tony said as he clicked the TV off. Steve rolled his eyes and stood with the others. Suddenly the elevators doors opened and the first one to step out was you. Fury followed behind with a smile on his face. “This is your new teammate, Y/N.” Fury stated. “Welcome to the team. I’m Tony.” Tony was the first to introduce himself. “I know everyone’s name. But thank you for introducing yourself.” You said with a smile.

Tony looked impressed. Steve felt conflicted. Your stance, your movements, and even your mannerisms triggered his memories of Bucky. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. The moment Fury left, Steve went back to watching TV. Plopping heavily on the couch. He glanced over to you one last time before completely tuning you out. Tony and Bruce offered a tour of the tower. Nat and Clint went off to do workouts.

The memory slowly began to fade. Steve sighed heavily. The more he thought about it the more conflicted he felt. Steve thought that if he was cruel you would keep your distant, or maybe ask to be placed somewhere else. When that didn’t work he turned to violence. He felt like violence was his only option because he was just so angry in that moment. Steve glanced at the time and grunted. It was getting late and he was sick of today already. So he decided to change and go to sleep. Hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

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You bolted upright in your bed. Sweat pouring off of you and breathing heavily. Tony bolted awake and sat up with you. “Hey, it’s okay.” Tony gently touched your hand. You flinched and jerked your hand away. Your brain not yet registering your surroundings. “Hey, it’s me, Tony.” He said calmly. You calmed your breathing before turning to him. Tears blurring your vision. Tony slowly moved his hand to your arm. This time you allowed the touch.

“I had a nightmare.” You said weakly. “Do you want to talk about it?” Tony asked softly. “It was more of a flashback. That’s all I’m willing to say right now.” Your voice cracked, tears began flowing down your cheeks. Tony gently wiped the tears away. “All right. We can lay down again, if you want?” Tony asked. You nodded your head yes. Tony laid on his back again, you curled into his right side, laying your left ear on his chest. Tony wrapped one arm around you pulling you close to his side. You tucked your left arm in between yourself and Tony. Your right hand gently laid across his chest next to your face. “Thank you.” You whispered to him. “For what.” He whispered back. “For being a good friend and being here for me.” You replied. “Get some sleep.” He whispered. After several minutes you had finally dozed off again. Tony stayed awake a few more minutes to make sure you were actually asleep before he allowed himself to be taken over by sleep.

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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I won’t say goodbye anymore

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Super soldier!Reader.

Word count: 1229 words.

Summary: The times Steve abandoned you.

Warnings: Mention cheating, abandonment, and sadness.

A/N: This is my entry to @caplanbuckybarnes Cappy’s Decade Challenge with the 00’s song:

“This love-Maroon 5.”

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"Is enough, is enough," you murmured so many times that you lost count.

You were tired. You would never wait for or be around Steve again. You didn't even want to know anything about him. You didn't want to know anything about him. You weren't sure he knew everything. Nobody told you. Maybe you have been too naive. Maybe you should have disappeared when you had the chance.

You walked into the apartment where you and Steve were supposed to live. You quickly put your things away. You didn't want to be there or be found when he came back. You tried to hold back your tears if he came back to that place. However, you stopped in front of the area where all the photographs of you were together. There were too many years and so many memories. There were even some of you from your childhood. You threw them all on the floor. You did not care about all the noise that was made or the broken glass. You were supposed to know Steve forever, but it seemed like he was a complete stranger.

You just couldn't comprehend it. You have known each other for over a hundred years. You had been together for so long, and Steve quickly destroyed everything.

The first time Steve left you, was when he entered the army. It was a few months after you got married. He hadn't even told you anything about it, but he just came one day, telling you that he was leaving that same night.

However, you did not stay with your arms crossed; you managed to go with him. For him, you accepted that they put the serum on you too.

You didn't like the way you had "celebrated" your first wedding anniversary.

The second time was when he wouldn't let you follow him to the ship to face Red Skull. He just didn't come back. No search proved effective.

But most of all, what bothered you the most was Carter's behavior; she didn't even let you listen to your husband one last time.

The third time was during the days that Steve disappeared after the fall of the Triskelion. He never told you that he would go looking for Bucky, just in a few weeks. He did not come home.

At that time, you had a discussion. You did not mind that he was going to look for his friend but that he had not told you. Obviously, you were willing to help him. In the end, Bucky was a friend of the two, coupled with the fact that you did not like the closeness that Sharon was having.

The fourth time was when the Accords came out. You weren't going to sign them, but even he hadn't told you anything about Bucky. You even had to figure out how to escape the house where you lived when Tony and the others came looking for you. You didn't know exactly what was happening.

However, you discovered a way to find out what was going on through your contacts. Even though that was what helped you escape in time, it also helped you find Steve and Bucky.

The fifth time after the snap, everything was so confusing. However, Steve simply disappeared again for a few weeks. At that time, you did not demand anything; you just barely talked about how to solve the problem and much less about how you were going to continue with their lives.

The first year was the most difficult for everyone. Steve also seemed very distant. However, as time went by, he returned to being the same as always, the same Steve you had fallen in love with.

The sixth and final time was after the Blip; when you returned from time travel, their behavior had changed and they seemed to avoid you. However, you didn't have much time to think about it, as you were too busy with gems.

After you had returned to everyone and defeated Thanos, you thought it was finally time to talk to Steve. You walked several times in the hallway, in front of the room you shared, until you decided to go in.

"Steve, we have to talk..." You didn't finish the sentence because something else caught your attention. You saw the compass, the photo that was there.

"Y/N, it's not what you think, I can explain," Steve said nervously when noticing what you saw. He immediately took the compass to close it.

"Really?" "Your voice sounded incredulous. No matter what he told you, you just couldn't believe him. " " Tell me the truth, Steven Grant, what do you have planned?

Steve's voice trembled whenever he lied about what had happened.

You shook your head. You quickly left the apartment. It wasn't even worth breaking the news; you knew what I would do. You didn't return to the apartment.

Finally, the day had come when Steve returned the gems. You were hiding among the trees. When you saw that he left, you quickly approached Bucky.

"You knew that, didn't you?" "You said furiously."

"I... Y/N... " Bucky was dumbfounded. I've never seen you so angry.

"You're liars. I hate them, "you snapped, turning around and walking so fast that Bucky didn't even have time to try to stop you.

You were sitting under the tree you always went to when things go wrong. When you woke up, you thought it was incredible that he was still standing, but you also knew that Steve would not go looking for you there. Nobody knew about that special place. It was the only place where you felt safe, far from everything that happened.

"What do you plan to do?" said a female voice behind you, causing you to startle. You were so relaxed that you didn't even notice someone had arrived.

"Nothing. "He made a decision that day, and I made mine," you replied, carefully rising.

Although your face did not reflect it, you were surprised that Wanda was there, barely talking. You did not consider them friends either, but somehow their situations were similar.

"He knows..."

"No, and she'll never know," you said, staring at her. Steve ruined everything we built in so many years. He lied to me. Even if I told him I wouldn't be happy, I would still feel like he was tied to me. He is free, he... I would have preferred him to be honest a long time ago.

"I know what happened," Wanda said.

You said, "I'm not interested in knowing. I'm not interested in what happened, what we lived through, or the time I lost. " "Now I have someone who is going to need me and will have all my attention and energy." You breathed slowly, otherwise; you would cry again. Wanda looked at you and nodded.

"So, come with me." I know a place where everything will be fine and none of them will find us. She took your arm to follow.

You looked at the floor for a few seconds, then at her. Her look was honest; you had nothing more to lose. You also knew the extent of her powers, but also that she would keep her word. You would be safe wherever Wanda took you. You started walking.

You wouldn't say goodbye to Steve ever again.

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black-dragon1998 · 2 years

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The supersoldiers naughty girlfriend.

Summary: after Wanda comes back from a month-long mission, you treat her to something special. not before she is a little brat to you.

Autor note: keep in mind this is the first time I have written anything smut related, so bear with me. Always appreciate comments to improve my writing.

Wanda's back hit the wall behind her forcibly as your hands were planted next to her head, and your larger frame dwarfs hers. Heat spiking at her core when your burning eyes filled her vision. Wanda had just come back from a month-long mission, and guessing from your reaction; you had missed her.

You weren't good at expressing your feelings, but you had quickly opened up to the little witch. The only people you were close to besides Wanda were Natasha and Bucky. Even then, would everybody besides Wanda be scared to have you looming over them. The redhead just smiled at you.

"hey." Wanda gave you one of her famous blinding smiles, tacking your guard down in seconds. She could see your shoulders sag, the hands next to her face dropping to her waist as you pulled her flush against you. Your lips smash against hers in a passionate kiss. When you pulled away, she was breathless. Resting your foreheads against each other, you take in her send and completely relax.

"you're back safe." The relief in your voice makes Wanda tear up. You were so much more than a weapon Hydra wanted you to be, and moments like this proved it to her.

"I'm okay, and I'm home." She relaxes into you and swings her arms around your shoulders, hugging you close. The arms around Wanda's waist picked her up, and instinctively, she wrapped her legs around your body. Wanda was quick to kiss you again. Not being able to resist her, you lost yourself in her taste. You hear the door behind you open; however, you don't pay any attention to it, too busy enjoying your girlfriend's kisses.

Sadly the person at the door wouldn’t leave the two of you alone, and she was adamant about ruining your reunion with your girlfriend.

“Hey, lovebirds! Stark is holding a party to celebrate a successful mission. Being there is mandatory, as of orders from Captain America.” Natasha’s voice cut straight through your happy mood like one-off kate’s arrows cuts through the air. The heavy sight leaving your body as you look over Wanda’s shoulder to Natasha makes both women giggle.

“Do I have to go? Technically I wasn’t part of this mission, so….” Your sentence trails off as you look at Wanda.

“fear so, love, 'cause if I have to go, you are going with me,” Wanda says with a bit of a pout, knowing what it would do to you. Natasha and Bucky often joked about how whipped you were for your girlfriend. Sam once tried it, and he ended up with a black eye and a busted lip.

“Fine.” You made sure both women were aware of your displeasure about the situation, but your answer did get Wanda to smile, so not all was lost. Natasha quickly left after that, knowing she shouldn’t push her luck with you two. Sometimes the two off you would forget other people existed, and she had seen her fair share of the two of you and didn’t need to see anything more.

At the part, you keep mostly to yourself. Finding a spot at the corner of the bar where you can watch everything but people leave you alone is the first thing you do when coming to stuff like this. From your spot, you keep an eye on Wanda. It isn’t that you don’t trust Wanda, and it’s more that you don’t trust the men around her. Call it possessive if you want, but you have seen one too many guys trying to seduce Wanda right in front of you, and it was just the way you were built. Life has taught you that you have to protect what is yours and close to your heart.

Luckily for everyone, you weren’t alone today in your brooding, and Bucky had joined you at the bar. You don’t know how Natasha did it, but you don’t ask the question, and neither does he. Both of you knew that your girlfriends had wrapped you around their delicate fingers. So the both of you enjoyed your drink in silence, watching your girlfriends dancing with one another.

A growl leaves you when you see a boy you don’t know hover around Wanda. He seems to be a couple years older than Peter, still green behind his ears. He keeps hovering around, shooting her side glances as he gets close to her. For the time being, keeps yourself at bay. He hasn’t done anything to harm her besides being a creep.

You snap, however, when he lays his hands on her waist and tries to pull her closer to him. Wanda is quick to pull away and level him with a glare. This, however, doesn’t seem to deter him and only spurs him on. Wanda keeps whimpling off his advances.

Standing up from your seat, you sneak your way over to them. You can now hear the boy trying to convince her to leave with him.

“come on, baby. I promise you will have an amazing time.” Wanda was getting bored and fed up with this boy who didn’t understand the word no. she was about to tell him off when she felt you getting closer. Wanda knew you were the jalouse type. Being looked at by another person any way you didn’t like. It could be enough for her to be fucked into the mattress. However, she first had to get rid of this guy for that to happen.

“no! I am here with somebody.” The guy really didn’t know how much fire he was playing, and she couldn’t tell if it was brave or stupid. Either way, it would get his ass kicked next wat to Sunday if he kept pushing.

“forget him. I can give you a better time than he ever could.” Maybe it was just his drunkness that caused him to be this brass.

The guy tried to grab Wanda’s arm again when she was pulled back into a broad chest and became surrounded by a very familiar scent.

“hi,” she smiled up at them when they smiled back down at her. (Y/N)’s smile made Wanda melt into her embrace like nobody else was around her. No matter what everybody thought, she knew you were nothing but a big softy for her.

“hi.” You used one swift move to turn Wanda around, so you were between her and the guy and tacking over her whole field of vision. The guy, however, didn’t seem to get the hint Wanda was off-limits. Your happy mood with Wanda was crushed when he tapped your shoulder, and you reluctantly turned around. Wanda had to laugh at the scowl you were showing.

Wanda knew how much you hated people who interrupted your time together; add that to your jealousy, and people would get it. Keeping your hands on Wanda, you turn around with her snuggled in your side.

“Yes?!” your voice was harsh and your stare cold. Wanda now knew for sure it had to be his drunkness that caused this scene because he glared back at you.”

“excuse me, but I was talking to the lady?.” He was trying to play the knight in shining armour, but the only shiny armour he would be getting was your fist in his face.

“and the lady told you no. so beat it! I’m trying to have a moment with MY girlfriend.” You growl. He seemed to want to argue with you more but shut up when you levelled him with another glare. He walked away while staring at the ground and left you and Wanda alone.

“thank you,” Wanda said as she stood on tows and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, letting it linger just a little longer to get you fired up. When she feels your hands settle on her waist, she knows she got you where she wants you. You even growled when Wanda pulled away.

“you want to get out of here.” it wasn’t a question, but Wanda contemplated the idea. Pushing your buttons in doing so, and Wanda so loved you riled up.

You lead Wanda toward the elevator after giving a quick goodbye to the rest of the Avengers. Natasha and Bucky give you a knowing smirk. Knowing fully well why you and Wanda are leaving early, you know that they will tease you relentlessly during the next training.

The moment the two of you step into the elevator, you tell FRYDAY to go to your shared floor. As you do this, Wanda casually leans against the wall as she, rests her head against it and shows off her cleavage. She could be such a brat sometimes. You raise an eyebrow at her daring her to say something to get her in trouble even more.

“Something funny?” you ask.

“nothing. Just like the jalouse look on you.” Wanda confesses with a bratty smirk on her face.

“you think it’s funny how people look at you? Undressing you with their eyes like you are theirs.” You cage her in with your arms as she leans further into the wall. Claiming her lips hard and tearing a moan out of her. Wanda tries to chase you, pulling away, but you keep her pint. A little whine leaves her as she looks up at you with big puppy eyes.

“who do you belong to?” you ask her, lips inches apart. You could nearly get drunk on her scent alone and one whiff of her natural scent, and you would forget what you are doing. Even now, you had to fight to just give in to Wanda.

Who. Do. You. Belong. To.” You emphasise every word as you stare her down. You saw her eye flare the longer she didn’t answer. She could be such a brat sometime. You let your hands gently trail up her bare leg, not one to back down from a challenge. Her breath staggers the closer you get to her centre. Just as you would touch her damp panties, you steer your hand away from them. A whimper leaves her, and you look at her with a wicked smile.

“who do you belong to.” You can see her fighting, so give in, but a small swipe over her clothed clit makes her cave as she grabs onto your shoulder and buries her head in your chest.

“you! I belong to you!” Wanda cries out. Getting frustrated with how much you touched her and yet how little really touching you did. The moment the words left her mouth, you pick her up and her skirt bunches up around her waist, causing her core to rub against your abs. Ripping another string of moans from her.

“that you are, little girl. Only I get to undress you and get to enjoy your taste.” You kiss her hard and then walk toward your room when the elevator opens. Knowing the way by pure memory, you don’t even have to break your kiss with Wanda

Once inside, you drop your Wanda on the bed. Her hands grab the comforter as she looks at you with lust-filled eyes. You stroll to your dresser that holds all your toys. In the meantime, you tell Wanda to strip, and she doesn’t waste any time doing so. The little minx always knew how to push your buttons, only to retreat into her good girl persona. The girl was trouble, but she was yours, and you wouldn’t change anything about her.

You grab her favourite strap and a small bullet vibrator from your toybox. For being such a small thing, it packed quite a punch. Having thrown Wanda over the edge with no other stimuli on many occasions.

You found Wanda naked and spread out on the bed just like you wanted her. Apparently, you weren’t acting fast enough cause you watched her hand come close to her dripping cunt to Wanda.

In an instant, you are at her side. You grip her hands in one of yours and secure them above her head while looming over her. Also, spreading her legs apart with yours without giving her any friction. The hand that isn’t holding hers descends upon one of her nipples.

“what do you think you are doing, little girl?” the vibration of your words sent shivers down her spine, making her whine in frustration. Her eyes are hazed over, letting you know how far gone she already is. As your fingers keep playing with her nipples, you see her hips rase in search of friction. Letting her struggle for a couple more seconds before you repeat your question.

“please… please fuck me.” Wanda wails out as she feels you come closer to her clit. You see her cunt clench around nothing, and you know she is already close. Taking pity on her, you don’t push her much further.

“Whatever you wish, princess.” You breathe into her ear before capturing her mouth and driving her even wilder. She latches her lips onto you like a woman starved as you continue to circle her clit with the vibrator. A broken cry leaves her between kisses as her breathing becomes more laboured.

You watch her build and build toward her release, and just when you knew she would brake, you pulled away and stopped all contact. A high pitched whine left her as she tried to regain some friction.

“Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” Wanda’s brain was foggy, and keeping thoughts straight was difficult. Had she done something to upset you? Would you leave her? You saw the tears build in her ears and immediately bent down to comfort her. If there was one thing you couldn’t stand, it was Wanda crying.

“you did everything, perfect princess. I just want you to come with my cock buried deep inside you, and I want to feel you come undone around it as I hold you.” Your words turn into moans as she grabs your shoulders to steady herself.

You move your hips a couple of times against her centre to lube the strap before you line it up.

“you ready, princess.” You ask teasingly, knowing she is desperate.

“shut up and fuck me already,” Wanda grumbles. Instead of answering, you enter her in one swift motion. You almost glide into her with how wet she was without any resistance.

It wasn’t long before she was on edge again. She buried her nails into your shoulders as if reading herself to fall off a cliff.

“it’s alright. Let go. I got you. Come for me, princess.” You whisper into her ear. You feel her body stiffen as her orgasm rips through her as she lets go. A heavy moan rattles through your brain at the same time. As the last shocks rock through her body, you gently pull out of her. Shushing her as she whimpers. The moment the strap is out of her, she sags into the mattress and looks at you with the most adorable eyes.

Jumping off the bed, you threw the strap somewhere to clean later and went into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean Wanda. As the cloth came into contact with her sensitive skin, she flinched. You comforted her the whole process, and once you finished, the fabric met the same fate as the strap. Once you lay back down on the bed, Wanda snuggled into you immediately. Her head rested on your chest as she swung a leg around you.

After catching her breath, Wanda looked up at you with big eyes.

“you didn’t get to finish.” It was heartwarming to hear her think about you, even in her exhaustion.

“that’s okay, princess, today was about you. There is always tomorrow.” You say as you see her eyes getting heavier with sleep.

“I love you, Wanda”, you whisper in her ear as you draw the comforter over the two of you.

“I love you two,” Wanda says before she falls asleep snuggling into you.

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biteofcherry · 4 months

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Drip

stucky x female reader

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

summary: Bucky and Steve graciously make your fantasy of watching them together come true. But it comes for a price. One you may have not be prepared for.

warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; hints of voyeurism; blowjob; handjob; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation

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You could never keep a poker face and you were rather shitty at being stealthy, so it wasn't a surprise that the two supersoldiers noticed the glances you stole their way on occasions.

They probably recognized more than glances, since you couldn't help but feel hot all over and clenched whenever you saw the two of them kiss. Or show any brief touch of intimacy.

Their relationship wasn't a secret, but Steve and Bucky weren't big on public displays of affection.

Around the compound they acted professional and sweet, presenting a healthy dose of love for each other. Perfect, charming gentlemen.

It only spurred your imagination further, as you spent nights in your bed with your hand between your thighs, thinking of how passionate they were with each other when no one was looking.

When they cornered you in an empty corridor, after you did a quick inventory of the quinjet post-mission, you had no quick wit to bullshit your way out of the trouble.

However, the expected lecture on being inappropriate (and perhaps relocated to a different post for making them feel uncomfortable and objectified) didn't happen.

Instead, you were invited to join them in the shower.

You really should've said no. Show them that your fantasies had their limit and you weren't a perv eager to become a true voyeur.

But there was something in the way they spoke to you that was coercive.

Steve’s tone wasn’t exactly an order, but it was shaped like an invitation you couldn’t refuse, or else there would be consequences (even if no threat was laid).

Bucky somehow steered your body, so that you were already walking along with them while they revealed they’ve caught you staring at them on multiple occasions. They weren't a flirtatious types, but they were acutely aware when someone desired them. Especially when that someone was really bad at hiding that craving.

Embarrassment swallowed you whole, making you squirm as you padded between the two men. Then a rush of adrenaline and excitement won, clouding your better judgment as they asked for your final decision.

If it was to be your last day of work for the Avengers, you would at least be an unemployed pervert who got to see Captain America and Winter Soldier naked and touching.

A currency no salary could match.

Though your bravado dispersed as you stepped into the showers few minutes later.

You felt uncertain as you took small steps across the wood-imitating tiles. The spa-like design of the compound’s bathrooms not working its calming magic at the moment.

As you approached the two men, who were already naked and standing under the sprays, your own nudity and body consciousness made you curl in on yourself.

"Are you sure it's okay?" You asked, stopping a few steps away.

You weaved one of your arms across your breasts, the other nervously around your middle as you squeezed your thighs.

For a fleeting moment you hoped they’d change their mind and you get to run away to hide in shame. It would be mortifying, but less than actually exposing yourself and your reactions to them.

Funny how it was supposed about you watching them, but turned into you being put into a more vulnerable position.

Somehow it skipped your horny mind that you would be naked and alone with two handsome, very powerful and overwhelming men.

Their heated, dark gazes locked on you made your heart rate accelerate, enhancing the sense of being the main entertainment of this whole arrangement.

Suddenly, the charming, protective Captain and sweet, quiet Soldier were gone and instead you were facing the stifling flame of hunger of potential predators. It was more potent than what your needy imagination provided. Perhaps more than you were really able to handle.

Steve’s gaze slid over you from head to toe, so slow and intense it felt as if he touched you with his fingers.

Your nipples instantly pebbled.

"If we weren't fine with you dripping down your thighs as you watch us, we wouldn't ask you to join us in the shower."

Fuck.

If he kept talking like that, in that lower, deeper tone, you really would be dripping down your thighs for them in no time.

It was Bucky who moved toward you, taking slow, but sure steps. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled your arm away from your chest. When your breasts were displayed fully, you heard a synchronized purr of approval.

He guided you to stand between two sprays then pushed you back slightly, until your back hit the tiled wall.

Some drops of water bounced your way, but mostly it was the warm mist settling on your skin in the little safe nook Bucky put you in.

A front row to watch the two of them just mere inches away from you.

Water cascaded down their naked bodies. Your eyes couldn’t catch up with all the trickles, though you so desperately wanted to study them all. Lavish with your tongue each contour of muscle and crevice. Trace the veins that protruded down their arms and just above hip and curving down onto…

"You like what you see, starburst?" Bucky hummed, forcing your gaze to snap up to his.

The nickname was something new. They always addressed you by your name. But you had no trouble realizing what inspired this one - they had to notice the small tattoo on your hip.

Swirls of gray in Bucky’s blue irises seemed warmer than ever before. His mouth was curved in an amused smile, making your heart flutter silly as if you were a teenage girl offered a flash of interest from the boy you had a crush on.

Bucky lathered his hands with soap and he moved them across Steve’s chest, up to his neck then down his arms; stroking those sculpted muscles.

You followed that movement nearly whimpering in despair that it wasn’t you who got to touch.

"He's magnificent, isn't he?" Bucky’s hands traveled all over Steve’s body, while his gaze remained locked on you.

"Would you like to worship his perfect body?" He asked.

At your eager nod something glinted in his eyes. Bucky’s voice resounded with a dark command, even as his face remained softly serene:

"Then drop to your knees, doll. Worshipers are on their knees before their gods."

Before you fully comprehended the undertone of degradation in the latter sentence, your knees were already hitting the tiles.

As Bucky’s fingers ran down Steve’s stomach then wrapped around the base of his dick, your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs as tingles of arousal pulled at your nipples and your clit.

"And that cock? Are you aching for that gorgeous, thick cock?" Bucky rasped, stroking Steve steadily.

Steve’s own hand was gripping the back of Bucky’s head, fingers tangled in wet, dark locks. Though his lips were parted on small, pleasant grunts, which he didn’t bother to hide, Steve’s eyes remained focused on you. Drinking in all the reactions showing on your beautiful face.

"Bet you'd love to run your tongue along that vein." Bucky moaned himself as he squeezed Steve tighter.

Your tongue seemed to dart out to lick your lips out of its own volition. Your hands moved, too. One up to cup your breast, the other diving between your thighs.

"Are you thinking about it, starburst?” Steve asked, nudging Bucky’s hand away and taking a step towards you. Water washed out all the remaining suds off his body, giving you an unobscured view of the glory that was his cock.

“Imagining how you'd cry as it stretched your little pussy?"

Your little pussy clenched in fear and arousal at the thought of being filled with it. Even your bolder toys couldn’t compare in size.

"And what about Bucky's cock, hm?” Steve’s hand splayed on Bucky’s hip when his partner came closer.

With his other hand he cupped Bucky’s balls, drawing a loud grunt of pleasure from him. Then he ran his fingertips along the underside of Bucky’s cock, before fisting it.

“Big and long.” Steve gave a few leisurely strokes. “Do you know how deep in your tight ass he could go?"

You weren’t thinking of it - of anyone in your ass - up until now.

“Oh Stevie,” Bucky chuckled against Steve’s shoulder, where he was peppering kisses and licks, “I think our little starburst has been thinking about my cock up your ass all this time and missed the opportunity to imagine how it could fill her dirty hole.”

Fingers still wrapped around Bucky’s girth, Steve angled his head to the side. His nose brushed against Bucky’s almost affectionately and then their lips were meeting in a sensual kiss.

Forced to decide between watching their kiss and Bucky’s dick twitching in Steve’s hand, you let out a pathetic whimper. Your own fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit. Tongue itched to lick up the red tip of Bucky’s cock.

“I don’t blame her,” Steve rasped when they parted, “I love having you in my ass, too. Almost as much as I love taking yours.”

Bucky’s soft laughter didn’t diminish the hotness of the scene. Quite the contrary, the intimacy of it that you were graciously allowed into was making you even more needy.

Maybe the sinful beauty of their bodies was only a veneer of what you were truly craving. Maybe it's their deep connection and devotion that you got off on, dreaming of experiencing it yourself. Of being loved so strongly.

“Bet she’s thinking about it now.” Their gazes returned to you. “Look at those small fingers trying to satisfy her.”

“Cute,” Steve snorted, but then his eyes narrowed. “Who told you that you could touch yourself, starburst?”

“I-” you stuttered, feeling a wave of shame burn your cheeks from the inside.

“Hands off.” He commanded and somehow you complied immediately. “You need them free to take care of us, little worshiper.”

Your eyes widened as you stared up at them. When this whole event began, you were convinced it would just be a twisted little fantasy combined - you watching them, them enjoying being watched.

A hush little encounter with minimum interaction.

Not only they broke down all the private space limits, but pushed it into entanglement you rarely even dared to fantasize about.

They moved even closer; their cocks inches from your face as they looked down at you like the gods you made them to be.

"Be of service, starburst." Bucky ran a single digit along your cheek.

"Come on. We know you get off on not only imagining the two of us together, but also being with us. This is your chance to earn it."

You gulped as his finger touched your bottom lip then slipped into your mouth. For a short second, but it was enough of an indication how far they wanted to push it.

“Show us how much you want it.” Steve rocked his hips forward, teasing the tip of his dick along your cheek. “How thankful you are to be here.”

Hesitation in your movement wasn’t due to discomfort of touching them, but because you didn’t have much experience in the matter. Sure, you gave some quick handjobs and sucked dick before, but it all seemed awkward and poor quality to what Steve and Bucky deserved.

Perhaps they sensed your nervousness, or maybe they really liked your touch, but the moment you wrapped your small hands around their cocks the praise fell from their lips almost instantly.

“Doing good, starburst.” Bucky stroked your head. “Just follow what you always imagined.”

At first you tried to keep the same rhythm on both shafts, but you weren’t that well coordinated. It didn’t matter though, as you quickly noticed each of them liked things a little different anyway.

Bucky moaned at the measured stroke with more squeeze around the leaking tip, while Steve encouraged you to twist your wrist.

As their sounds of pleasure grew muffled, you flicked up your gaze. The sight of them kissing and touching each other elicited another jolt of arousal; your own lips parting on a quiet moan.

The puff of your breath tickled the angry red head of Steve’s dick, which twitched in your hand in response. It was all the temptation you needed to open your mouth and taste him.

Your scientific knowledge wasn’t impressive, but you wondered if it was possible that the serum enhanced that part, because you swore the flavor of Steve on your tongue made you wetter.

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder. You couldn’t get him much deeper, your gag reflex was too strong to try pushing it at the moment, but you were adamant on making it as satisfying for them as you could.

After a few beats you switched, swallowing Bucky's cock while you quickened the pace of your strokes on Steve’s dick. Every few moments you glanced up at them, feeding your own pleasure with the sight of them touching each other.

"Such a good pet." Steve’s praise spurred you on.

Bucky groaned out your real name when you squeezed his balls while suckling on his tip. One of his hands landed on the back of your head, pushing you further down his length. He relented when you choked, but you suspected if encounters like that were to happen in the future, he would at some point deep throat you.

“Do you want your reward, starburst?” Bucky pulled out, wrapping his own hand around his cock.

Steve guided your fingers to massage his balls as he too fisted his cock.

You didn’t expect arousal could spike even higher when you were already so drunk on it. But the idea of them cumming in front of you, for you, was like an electric current that sizzled your brain into mush.

“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips.

“You can close your eyes, but keep your mouth open and your tongue out.” Steve instructed, his voice strained as he tried to withhold his climax a few more seconds.

“Fuck,” you heard Bucky curse as you closed your eyes and tilted your face up, obediently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “So fucking beautiful, little worshiper.”

Slick sound of quick strokes combined with the rainy hum of cascading water and the unrestricted moans of two men. Even your own heartbeat seemed to quiet so that you could enjoy the sexy sounds.

Then warm splashes hit your face. Landed on your tongue, but also across your cheeks and forehead, some dribbled down your chin.

You waited with your open mouth until they were fully spent, which took more time than expected, before swallowing everything that landed on your tongue.

“Good girl, starburst.” They swiped ribbons of cum off your face with their fingers, pushing them into your mouth for you to swallow all of it.

Then one of them easily lifted you up onto your feet and pulled you under a warm spray of water. Though your legs were shaking a bit, two bodies sandwiching you between them provided support.

“Let's get you cleaned." Bucky’s voice was a soft coo in your ear as he massaged shampoo onto your scalp.

Steve lathered your body with soap, stroking everywhere and yet not where you needed it the most. Though satisfied with making them cum, your body was still thrumming with need. One you were impatient to take care of.

"Please!” You arched against Bucky, pushing your chest towards Steve’s wandering hands. You parted your legs wider. “Please, please, I-"

"No." Bucky’s tone remained calm, but his words were firm. "You don't get to cum. Not yet."

“Little worshipers think of their gods’ needs and wishes first.” Despite the degrading and condescending meaning of his words, Bucky made them sound like a soft, caring compliment.

“And accept their fate, even if it’s to wait for their orgasm for eternity.”

"You've been such a good girl so far, starburst.” Steve squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze to meet his through the falling drops. “I know you can still be obedient and wait for the special reward. Right?"

“Y-yes, Steve.” Your heart pounded at the prospect of getting more from them.

Even if at the moment it was more torment than pleasure.

" ’Atta girl." He smiled. "Now let’s rinse you. Then you can go dry up and dress nicely. We’ll take you out for dinner.”

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babyjakes · 5 months

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help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Hi mind if i ask this

Steve x super soildier reader

The team found her in hydras hide out suspected of mass experimentation all they found are rows of cryo chambers most were shot so the experiments are dead and one is intact breathing and kept as back up after bucky escape . She has been brain wash like bucky and still retains memories .

I'm Your Mission

That's what Buck said to him in that falling helicarrier.

You're my mission.

But Bucky was also Steve's friend, a lifelong true love that knew him through and through.

You do not. The only thing you know is that Steve Rogers is your enemy and you have to kill him.

Natasha tries several 'cognitive resets,' pistol-whipping you across the temple to knock you out when the cryo tube opens, shocking you with her batons when you wake strapped down in the quinjet, and just good ol' fashioned punching you during the first interrogation.

She means well. Nat knows what Bucky went through, and she's trying to shortcut to you waking up as you. It's not working.

Each time your eyes land on Steve, you go completely feral, and you're almost strong enough to get to him, to get through people to him.

Then Buck tries.

It's immediate--the change in your demeanor--and a bit sickening for Steve to watch his friend lock himself in the room with you in clear Winter Soldier mode.

Bucky speaks in Russian, which Steve can't understand, and Natasha doesn't translate.

Steve's confused when Bucky slaps you across the face, and you just take it. The Winter Soldier was your predecessor and your superior obviously. You can't lift a finger against him. You have to follow his orders.

That's when Bucky nods at the camera, and Nat goes in to finish the interrogation--again, all in Russian.

Steve walks away from observation but links the camera feed to his tablet, checking in every so often for hours while they are in there.

Not one move. Not even to scratch or wipe your face. You've sat in a chair, ramrod straight, for half a day by the time Nat leaves your room and Bucky follows.

Hydra never retrained you against Bucky as a traitor, so they've gotten lucky there. His friend is so confident in that level of programmed obedience that Buck even says you could probably be let out and wouldn't go after Steve.

Steve's not so sure.

Hydra stole a photostatic veil from SHIELD a long time ago, and from the research video acquired at the site where they found you, Hydra used the mask--with Steve's face--to punish you. Every brain wipe, every beating, every surgery, you saw Steve do it to you.

If you're not going to kill him, the best he can ever hope for is that you fear him.

Steve doesn't know why that makes him sad.

As some sort of sick joke, Hydra designated you 'Autumn,' but Steve hates to use that name when it clearly isn't who you really are. They've found no record of who you were before.

You're Bucky's shadow for weeks before Bruce can figure out a way to jolt your brain out of it. You only speak Russian (although you clearly comprehend everything said around you in almost any language), and you only speak to Bucky, unless he orders you to answer someone.

Still in Russian though.

Bucky's told him, too, that you've never mentioned Steve by name. He is always 'the target,' 'the mission,' and most disturbingly 'the prize.'

Steve gets a little nervous when he hears that term (after he looks it up, of course) fall from your lips while you stare directly at him.

He's more excited than he should be when the day comes for Bruce to test his equipment, and you obediently sit in the chair and bite down on the mouth guard, staring with that intense gaze at the ceiling.

They could be about to do anything to you, and you would just take it silently.

Steve shudders at the thought.

The headpiece retracts and you sit up, looking at your hands while squinting in confusion. It's the most facial expression Steve's ever seen on you, but does it mean you're not in Soldier mode anymore?

Everyone steps a little closer, hoping.

Buck and Nat are muttering what must be reassurances while you scan the room, face molding through a few emotions during the slow turn...

...until you see Steve.

And that's the first time he hears it. You breathe his name.

His heart stops, and his mouth goes bone dry.

You stand tentatively but rush toward him with purpose. The others shout warnings and some Russian orders to stop, but you don't. Your face looks relieved as your arms lift and encircle Steve's neck.

He's almost knocked back. Steve may as well be a feather, he's so shocked.

"Oh, ok," Bruce sighs, "that's a good sign."

Over your shoulder, Steve sees Bucky smile, and his friend gets closer.

"I told her all about who you are, to me, to the team. I knew she'd remember once..."

Nat crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, don't be rude, Rogers."

Your grip tightens. Whatever serum Hydra gave you is different from his and Bucky's because your strength is deceptive. You aren't chiseled and giant like they are, even though he's seen you spar with Bucky and been mildly terrified (combined with something else Steve's not willing to admit yet). You look more normal than they do.

His arms wrap your waist in response, and he can feel an oh-so-comfortable softness to your actual body. It takes only a few seconds to melt all the way into the hug, tucking his face into your shoulder gently.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into the air behind him.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Steve mumbles back. "It wasn't you." He squeezes a little more before finally getting to ask.

"What's your name?"

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sweetbbarnes · 1 year

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Can't hurt me

part II [coming soon]

Pairing: Neighbor!BuckyBarnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're the one that takes care of Bucky after missions, only this time he asks for a different kind of relief.

Warnings: descriptions of blood and injuries; Bucky being needy and begging; a tiiiiny bit of angst because Bucky doesn't really care about his wellbeing; SMUT, +18 ONLY, MINORS DNI; smut while injured; shower makeout; oral (m and f receiving); cum eating; handjob; fingering; a lot of feelings here; pls let me know if I forgot something

A/N: I'm really sorry about the shitty ending, it took me three days to think about it and I couldn't come up with anything so it is what it is, but I promise I'll make up for it in part two.

If you like this fic, please let me know :)

When the Winter Soldier himself, or the man formerly known as him, moved to the apartment across from yours, you were the only person in the whole building who didn’t ignore his presence. Of course, you and Bucky Barnes weren't best friends. During the first month of his moving in you would merely exchange polite greetings when you crossed paths in the hallway, but at least you didn’t immediately flinch and/or look away as soon as you saw him. Sometimes he even attempted some compliments, as he was still trying to rediscover the charming soldier he once was, but that was it.

At least until the day you came home to discover your supersoldier neighbor sitting in front of his door, drenched in blood and barely clinging to life.

As you approached your apartment door, your heart skipped a beat at the sight that unfolded before you. There, in front of his own door, sat Bucky, his figure hunched over, covered in a chilling crimson. Panic surged through your veins as you rushed to his side, dropping to your knees beside him.

"Hello? Hey, Bucky!" You snapped your fingers in front of his face, desperate to rouse him from his dazed state. But all you received was a feeble murmur in response. Panic washed over you. "Oh shit, you're... Oh, gosh. Fuck."

Frantically, you rummaged through your bag, searching for your phone to call an ambulance. Your trembling fingers made the task of finding it more difficult, but after a moment of frantic searching, you finally located the device. Your hands shook as you dialed the emergency number, your voice trembling with urgency.

"I'm calling an ambulance right now," you reassured Bucky, your voice laced with concern. "We'll get you to the hospital, and everything will be alright. Just hold on."

But you were about to hit the call button, you felt a firm grip on your wrist, cold vibranium fingers encircling you. Startled, you looked at Bucky, confusion etched on your face.

"No hospital," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

"Barnes, sir? Sergeant-" Unsure of what to call him in this moment, you cleared your throat, trying to find the right words. "You're... you're seriously injured. You need medical help. It's okay, they can-"

"I'm not dying," he interrupted, mustering a firmer tone. "No hospital."

You hesitated, torn between your instinct to seek professional medical assistance and Bucky's adamant refusal. With concern etched on your face, you watched as he took the phone from your hand and gently placed it back into your bag.

"So what do we do then?" you asked, a mix of worry and confusion in your voice. "Have you seen yourself? You're covered in blood-"

"The serum will help," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Just... just let me rest."

You vaguely remembered reading about the super soldier serum and how it enhances healing abilities. While unsure of the extent to which it applied in this situation, you decided to trust him, realizing that he probably knows more of his own condition than you do.

"Alright then," you relented, your voice still filled with concern. "But let's at least get you inside. We'll find a way to make you comfortable. Can you try to get up? I'll help you."

With a mix of determination and concern, you carefully offered Bucky your hand, guiding the barely alive man to your couch.

The next day, Bucky woke up feeling a lot better, and you were glad. After you made him coffee, Bucky addressed the blood-stained couch situation and as much as you assured him you could clean it, he didn’t leave your apartment until you agreed to let him take you to a store so he could buy you a new one. “It’s the least I can do, doll,” he said, and you chuckled at the unusual pet name. With the new couch in the living room, you pestered Bucky until he agreed to inaugurate the furniture with you. So on a Wednesday night, he brought some snacks and you two watched The Hobbit, then proceeded to stay up until early-hours talking because Bucky, as the huge nerd he is, had to point out every single difference he recalled from the book - which he proudly announced he’d read in 1937, when it first came out. You didn’t complain, though, it was kinda nice to see this side of the man you only knew through the news and people’s opinions.

Next you knew, you two were inseparable. You quickly learned that Bucky needs a routine, so Wednesday’s nights became movie nights, and Sunday afternoons became dedicated to reading sessions together, then Tuesday mornings were designated as "breakfast with Bucky" time. Soon, there wasn't a single day when Bucky didn't show up in your living room. Your apartment became his second home. You became his second home - though you didn’t know that.

But of course, Bucky’s life wasn’t simple like that, and as much as he cherished your friendship, there are some things that he can’t control. Oftentimes, Bucky would come home in the same state he was on that first day, and although the sight started to become strangely familiar, it never ceased to break your heart. That’s why every time he showed up battered and bruised, you’d take him in and patch him up. You both know you don’t have to, and Bucky tried to convince you countless times that he just needed to rest, that the serum would do all the work, but you didn’t listen. You clean his wounds and stitch him up because that’s the only way you found to tell him that you care, and Bucky willingly lets you do it because he knows it eases the concern you feel about his dangerous lifestyle. So you’re the one Bucky seeks right after week-long missions or brutal battles, if not to help patch him up then just to let you know that he’s okay.

Tonight is one of those nights. When he knocked on your door at 3 am, the disheartening sight of Bucky, once again drenched in blood, almost made you collapse to your knees and plead for him to stay out of fights, to do something else, to stay in your living room and never leave again. But war is all Bucky knows, and as much as you recognize the unfortunate reality of the situation, you don't want to take away one of the few things that gives him a sense of familiarity in this modern world, so you swallowed the overwhelming urge, like you do every time, and helped him get to your bathroom.

The chamomilla scented steam invades your nostrils as you use the soap to gently wash all the blood away. You feel Bucky’s muscles slowly relaxing under the warm cascade of water, and he lets some relieved sounds escape through his lips. If someone had told you months ago that you would eventually find yourself in this very situation, you would have scoffed in disbelief, yet here you are now. You’re not really sure what you did to earn Bucky's trust to such an extent that he feels comfortable being so vulnerable with you, and the thought brings a dangerous warmth to your chest.

These showers are always innocent. You help Bucky clean the blood, leaving the intimate parts for him to clean, and then you take care of his wounds. It’s tender and respectful. But Bucky is not exactly the ugliest man you’ve seen and, well, you’re only human. Sometimes, it gets hard to ignore those not-so-innocent thoughts your brain insists on having. It makes you feel disgusted with yourself - the man is dripping blood on your bathroom floor and there you are, thinking all those nasty things, wanting to touch him in a way you’re not even sure he wants to be touched by you.

Little do you know, Bucky struggles just as much as you do in managing his own thoughts and feelings. Sometimes, he has to stop you from rubbing your hands too much around his torso, because he’s scared he’s not gonna be able to control himself if you keep going. It’s torture, but at the same time he can’t bring himself to stop coming here every time he gets injured. He could stop. He could stay away for a few more days after missions, just enough time for the serum to do its magic and he doesn’t have to go through this, but he can’t. Because everytime he gets injured, he finds himself looking forward to your touch. He barely cares about the pain anymore, because he knows he’ll get to feel your silky skin against his, even if it’s just for brief moments. So usually, he comes back and lets you do your thing while he makes a hell of an effort not to stare at your peaked nipples through your wet shirt - Bucky doesn’t know if he should be upset or glad that you don’t take your clothes off, because seeing you naked would probable make the task impossible, but it’s not like he doesn’t want to - and holds himself back from returning each and every touch you give him, in a very specific, very not-innocent way.

Usually. But today is different.

Today, Bucky was reminded that his wounds go way beyond the ones on his skin. Today the soldier needs another kind of care, one that’s a little bit more effective for his pain than bandages and stitches. And, honestly, he’s a bit tired of holding himself back. That’s why, without warning, he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you a little bit closer so he can rest his head on the top of your shoulder. You don’t move for some time, which makes him doubt his action, but soon he hears your gentle voice.

“We’re almost finished, and then you can rest.” You say, placing your hands and his back to hug him, but not applying pressure on the bruises.

“I need you.” He says, his mouth on your neck sending vibrations through the area and making a shudder travel down your body. “Need you to take care of me.”

“I am taking care of you, Buck.” You manage to say, fighting the urge to glue your body on his. He’s in pain, you have to remind yourself.

But he tilts his head back, cupping your face with his flesh hand so you don’t take your eyes off of him. “Not like this,” he whispers.

For a moment, you simply stay there, suspended in time, lost in the intensity of the moment. His proximity sends a shiver down your spine as you hear Bucky's heartbeat racing, and you're acutely aware of the weight of his gaze on your face. You can see the pain etched in his features, but there's something else there too, something that makes your heart skip a beat. It's a raw, unfiltered emotion that you can't quite put into words, but it's there, simmering just beneath the surface.

The more you look into his eyes, the more you understand. The person in front of you is a broken man, momentarily defeated by the demons that come to haunt him ever so often, and his eyes are begging you to make those demons go away. He’s asking you to give him the only thing that could possibly make him forget this pain that is so much worse than the bloody cuts, to fill his senses with the only sensation stronger than the fear that's been luring behind his eyes ever since he stepped foot in your apartment tonight.

You gently place a hand on his cheek. His body tenses at your touch, and for a moment, you think he might pull away. But then he relaxes, leaning into your hand as if you’re the only thing that can offer him solace right now.

"I don't want to make it worse," you whisper softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"You can't," he whispers back. "Many things... and many people may hurt me, but not you. Never you."

Bucky's words hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of his complete - almost blind - trust is overwhelming. He had been through so much, faced so many torture and pain, yet here he is, willing to give you all that’s left of his trust.

“Please,” is the only thing he whispers, but it’s enough. Slowly, you raise another hand to his face and bring your lips to his. The kiss is tender, carrying an air of uncertainty, as if exploring uncharted territory. It holds the unmistakable essence of something new and unfamiliar, yet it overflows with raw and intense emotion.

“We still have to finish cleaning you up.” You say, breaking the kiss, and Bucky attaches his mouth to your neck, giving you permission to continue doing your thing.

Bucky gives you small kisses as you continue to cleanse his torso with soap, trying to avoid applying pressure on his still open bruises. You focus on each area with care, gently wiping away any dirt or blood while checking to ensure that he is comfortable throughout the process. As you rub the soap all over his body, Bucky starts caressing your hips, slowly going up and exploring your body like he always wanted to do. He can feel your stomach trembling with his touches and kisses, and it almost makes him go feral.

“Do you like this shirt?” He whispers in your ear.

“Why-” but before you can even think about your question, impatient as always, Bucky tears your old shirt in half, ending the outrageous fabric that was separating him from his greatest desire. You don’t care, though, because Bucky’s clear desperation only turns you on more.

“I’ll buy you another one.” He mumbles, but you’re not sure he’s paying attention to his words.

Continuing your work, you pay special attention to the intricate details of his vibranium arm, taking your time to meticulously clean between the plates from his fingers all the way up to his shoulder - careful not to miss a single spot like you’ve seen him doing multiple times - while Bucky distributes lingered kisses along your jaw down to your neck, until your right nipple is inside his mouth, and you have to hold back a gasp of surprise - but, of course, Bucky’s not having that.

“Wanna hear your noises.” He whispers and lightly passes his teeth through your nipple, getting you to moan out loud this time.

Satisfied, Bucky licks his way back up until your mouth, biting your bottom lip almost too hard and then kissing you passionately soon after. His tongue invades your mouth as he swallows every single one of your breaths. Reluctantly, you break the kiss. You finish the vibranium and go back to the flesh, working on the scarred skin on his shoulder, gently rubbing the soap, then brushing your fingers, and then your lips. The blood is almost entirely gone, leaving behind only the ugly outline of his wounds, which you start kissing lightly, earning a guttural moan out of Bucky’s throat.

Slowly, you slide your soaped hand through his body until you reach his rock hard length, carefully circling your fingers around him. One pump is enough to make Bucky moan loudly.

“Fuck, doll-” but you shush him with a kiss, invading his mouth with your tongue as you pump his dick. Bucky grips your hips like his life depends on it to hold himself back from bending you over and fucking you senseless. No, he wants to enjoy the moment. He wants to learn what you like and let you take care of him how you want.

You continue kissing his cheeks, then his neck until you reach skin around his bruises and then lick the water drops down his torso until you’re on your knees in front of him, staring at his huge length in all its glory while he leans his back against the wall to remain standing.

“Well, I’m glad at least one part of your body was left untouched.” You joke, looking up at him with a playful smile.

Bucky can’t help but chuckle at that, and you notice it’s his first genuine laugh since he arrived home. Good. “Gotta protect what’s yours.”

“Mine?” You ask, just wanting to hear him say that again.

“All yours.” He smirks, completely aware of your intentions.

Before the conversation can go any further, you slide the tip of your tongue through a prominent vein along his cock, and Bucky’s words are lost in his breath. You circle your lips around his pink tip, sucking a little, and the noises he makes are like music to your years. You proceed to slowly slide your entire tongue through his length one, two, three times, taking your sweet time while Bucky drops his head back and rolls his eyes. He raises his flesh hand to the back of your head and despite the context, his movements on your hair are gentle, like he’s somehow trying to thank you for everything, though he’s too busy moaning to say the words. You see that as an encouragement and take him deep inside your mouth, making up and down movements with your head and sucking as hard as you can while you massage his balls with your fingers. Involuntarily, he starts jerking his hips up into your throat.

“Babe, fuck-” he tries, but gets lost in the feeling when you fasten your movements.

It’s too much. The warmth, the feeling, the softness. Everything is too much, and Bucky is coming inside your mouth before he even realizes it.

“Oh, fuck- Shit, I’m sorry-” Bucky starts apologizing, but he immediately stops, watching in awe as you take a drop of cum that slipped off your mouth with your thumb and sucks it back into your mouth, swallowing everything he gave you.

Bucky helps you get up and kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. You’re a little surprised when he presses two vibranium fingers in your clit, starting tiny circles. Despite the electric jolt that it sends through your spine, you hold his wrist.

“Bucky, you don’t have to,” you whisper.

“You don’t like it?” He asks against your lips.

“No, I do. It’s just-”

“Then let me make you feel good.”

You moan loudly when he inserts his two fingers inside your aching cunt, the sensation better than anything you could have ever imagined.

“So wet, baby. Is it all for me? Did you like sucking my dick that much?”

You try to say “yes”, but it sounds more like a whimper since Bucky had just found your special spot. Realizing it, he rubs his fingertips over and over again against the spongy area, and your legs start to shake. But as you’re about to warn him that you’re close, he stops.

“Not yet,” he whispers before you can complain, “wanna taste you.”

And that’s how you end up in your bed, lying naked in soaked sheets with Bucky’s face between your thighs, almost screaming as he moves his vibranium fingers in and out while sucking and licking your bundle of nerves. Soon, you feel that familiar heat in your lower belly.

“Bucky, I’m gonna-” you’re interrupted by a moan escaping through your throat.

He only hums in response, sending vibrations through your whole body and bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your eyes roll back as the pleasure gets to its peak, and you feel like you’re floating while Bucky happily cleans you up, the sensation of his warm tongue touching every single part of your pussy, inside and out, riding you through your orgasm.

When you come back down from your high, Bucky’s hovering over you, a mixture of lust and gratitude taking his features. He gives you a long chaste kiss.

“Told you, you couldn’t hurt me.”

You smile at his words. “Will you let me stitch you up now?”

“What if we just…” he covers you both with your blanket and hugs you tight, “forget about the stitches?”

“Buck…”

“You know I don’t need ‘em, doll.”

“But-”

He interrupts you with a kiss. Then another. Then one more. “Just today.”

You sigh, defeated, but snuggle up inside his arms.

Bucky gives you a long kiss on the forehead, whispering a very low “thank you” before you both fall asleep.

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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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multiverse-sparkles · 1 year

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Your kiss is burning to my skin — S. Rogers and B. Barnes.

summary: steve and bucky break up with you to focus on their relationship. at first, you took the breakup hard. then you took it worse.

pairings: steve x reader x bucky, stucky x reader.

warnings: angst, language, mentions of violence, poly.

chapter one

“it has nothing to do with you, doll.” bucky reiterates, tone mellowing into a small hesitant whisper as he sees you flinch at the endearment. “i mean you were wonderful and so lovely; always understanding us, being the pillar for support and providing us, always with positive reinforcements.” steve squeezes his hand as his form of support, as if willing bucky to take strenght from him to continue his words as he stutters.

the tender moment was not missed by your gaze that were intent on the supersoldiers who sat at the sofa infront of you. the parallels already evident; steve and bucky, leaning to eachother for comfort, sitting in one sofa. the only distance in the room were with you and them; sat in the lone one seater, listening with bated breath to their reasons on why they were breaking your heart.

you could guess several other scenarios happening when you returned from the three week mission requiring radio silence; a breakup was not one of them.

you were happy. the last time you saw either of them, you three went on a romantic date followed by a passionate night spent in eachother's loving arms. the next day was a tearful exchange of goodbye's and unwillingness to part; bucky had almost begged to be included, knowing what the mission entailed. steve inteded to be more diplomatic and barter with tony who refused to budge on his stance.

so with a heavy heart, you departed to cold and frigid terrorist base along with natasha and sam, throwing yourself into your duties in order to come home soonest. even with the support and extensive planning aswell as research, it still took a considerable amount of time.

but not enough for a drastic change of heart— or so you thought.

the steely and determined gaze to steve, the way bucky could look at you in the eyes despite shifting in his seat; they were fucking serious. and intent on expressing their disatisfaction with your current arrangement. one that was implicitly expressed as you trek to your floor, and sat you down after an almost hostile welcome.

“this hurts us more than you.” bucky exhales, looking at steve.

“i doubt it.” the first words you spoke amid all these crazy tirade sounded weak, from disuse and the emotions welling up in your throat. “but please, by all means, don't let me interrupt. why now?”

“we have been talking and spending time with eachother.. unconsciously, we thought about... how we missed it when it was just us.”

you flinch. again. in the field you were almost fearless, and not even a flying knife can make you swerve— you'd catch the weapon whizing to the air with precise movements. turns out, words indeed cut deeper.

but all the more of the implication that it had been them first; and the way it sounded, you were an unwelcomed participant into the special connection they shared.

“but this is not to say we don't value you.” steve intones. “we do. you have to know that. you're special in your own way, but bucky and i have something deeper than just flesh.”

you bite your tongue to refrain from lashing out. as a coping mechanism, you entertain the anger for his fucking audacity. letting the rage simmer under the blank farce you currently wear.

“we just hope, we can focus on eachother more.” steve elaborates, tensing the slightest at your emotionless response. to be frank, both men were ready for a fight, for you to scream and be hysterical. but you were surprisingly calm and collected. which made both uneasy.

“we just want to fall inlove again, without worrying about, others.” he refers you as others now. “could be permanent, could be a thought in passing.” bucky says. “the only thing we're certain about is a break.” he evasively looks away.

“i guess what bucky and i are trying to say is that, we want more from eachother, and there are certain deeper connections that we can't sustain in a three-way relationship.” steve informs you.

“i respect that.” you run your clammy hands on your tactical gear, they couldn't wait until you were dressed and atleast fed before shoving flowery words on your throat. “but if you're breaking up with me, say it bluntly; tell me honestly, tell it in words i understand- you were a good lay but it's actually eachother we love.” you enunciate the word slowly, “and don't delude me with kind words, when i know you're going to dangle the very statements you spewed over my head, most likely in days when you're fucked up or too lonely for eachother. i will not be tripped into your bed ever again.”

you despised the words as soon as they left your mouth; the statements only providing to fuel your deepest insecurity. and it was unfair to both of them, you knew it was.

steve and bucky looked visibly wretched by your words, yet you ignore it, telling yourself to get used to not caring about either of them.

“doll”

“darling”

“don't fucking call me that.” you hiss, both men still in their seat. “we're done.” gathering whatever was left of your dignity, you trudge to the doors and out of their lives.

the door closed behind you, your own apartment looking stale as opposed to the home you have built with steve and bucky; you barely stayed here anyways, but kept it for storage reasons. it still had stark's touch, feeling more like a hotel penthouse, appearing cold and detatched.

you slide down against the door weakly, losing the false bravado infront of your ex lovers. as if a child, you hug your knees to your chest, sobbing into it unbashedly.

three years all down the drain. and they talked about it as if it were a skin deep connection, downplaying every single moment; in tenderness, in affection, in tears and the joy.

you didn't lie down with them in their bed as an extension, as a woman that can be tossed in passing.

you didn't hold them gently in your arms, and provided the warmth the world has chosen to keep from them just to be a stranger.

you didn't whisper words of comfort in their ears, in the middle of the night when the nightmares became too much to handle, just to be someone shallow and unimportant in their lives.

most importantly, you didn't love them to be hurt like this.

the pain cuts deep in your heart, like a throbbing wound, one you feel physically; one that leaves you gasping for breath, a hand held above your heart, feeling as if you could die. your chest tight, your throat welling up, you struggle to remain above ground, eyes darting around the room to keep in the moment- fuck, you were having a panic attack.

you despised when that happens. hated the sheer fact that you would allow yourself to be vulnerable when there were things that needed to be done; people that need saving, reports to be made, meetings to attend. you led a remotely chaotic life and the only thing that truly anchored you in here, to the now, turned their backs to you.

they no longer want you.

you swallowed heavily, arms instinctively hugging yourself, eyes squinting in an an attempt at concentration; color, you looked at your surroundings, dizzily naming the grey of your couch, the ivory white lamp, the silver and gold of the chandelier. your forehead was beaded with perspiration, breath coming out in shorts despite your attempts at distracting yourself.

“agent y/n, your blood pressure is fluctuating; your heart rate is abnormal which can cause the brain and other ogans to become oxygen deprived. i concluded a physical scan and deduced your emotional distress," FRIDAY “i'm at liberty to ask if i should call captain rogers and sergeant barnes, as they are—”

“no!” you managed to shout between strangled breaths, patting your chest methodolically hoping whatever it was, seemingly dislodged into your airways be cleared.

“agent y/n, in accordance to the tower's protoccol, i am hardwired to inform your immediate contacts of your current state of distress.” her posh voice inserts. and despite yourself, you groan.

“i'm peachy, fri.” you lean your head back to the door, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. slowly, you were able to calm down enough, “it's probably the best time to change those emergency contacts, aswell. while you're at it, remove the captain and sergeant's access to this floor; both physically and even in information.”

“ofcourse, agent y/n. please state your official badge number and code.” when you answer her, FRIDAY appears to repeat your command before doing what was asked.

“i also elected the sensible decision of reinstating agent romanov as your primary emergency contact. that being said, ms. romanov is on the way to your floor.” FRIDAY disappears before you can scold her, which made you truly contemplate wether she was conscious and, in all actuality sensitive to human emotions.

perhaps, she does have an inkling of human relationships and intense emotions, but that was no longer your concern; considering you have a black widow shaped problem coming your way. and natasha romanov was nothing, if not immensely stubborn and perpetually perceptive. you were several times screwed over.

however, as she appeared in your doorway, the waterworks resumed ten times over, and you were sobbing pathetically in the red head's arms, lamenting your broken heart.

you couldn't remember for how long you've stayed immobile in your room, but it had been several days; perhaps a week or two that you cried your heart out, barely consuming meals unless for sustenance. that in itself seemed like a chore for your aching muscle, your tired and weary bones protesting with every single movements.

this morning though... this morning, it was sunny and bright. you'd opened the curtains with much effort, peering into the bustling city; the skyline providing you with displaced warmth. a few years ago, you'd only ever dreamt about being in new york; and you've lived it. becoming an avenger was also a dream you've worked hard in achieving, and here you are, fighting alongside the heroic and brave on normal tuesdays.

should you allow yourself to wither away in a dark room, heart terribly battered and bruised when the world was set for conquering? well, perhaps it would be insensitive to use the c word; cringing to yourself upon the remembrance of several otherplanetary creatures wreaking havoc on your home planet, like it were a free for all.

you enjoyed the warmth of the sun on your skin for a few moments, allowing yourself to finally, breathe. you bask in the first time upon weeks that you thought positively for a change; so wreaked from questioning every single thing wrong about you.

for the first time in many days, you took the longest shower in history, setting the temperature just a touch scalding. you cleaned your room, changed the sheets, and donned yourself in a decent jeans and a t-shirt combo. grabbing your purse, and stuffing your phone, wallet and keys along with you, you departed from your room.

on the way to the garage, you texted both wanda and natasha; who have been at your side with the outmost vigor, crying and cursing both the supersoldiers as you wept from your broken heart.

you: mall and galiani's at the grove? :)

wands: yes!! meet you there <3

natty: otw in my sensible shoes.

you smiled softly, thankful for your friends. it may have spread like wildfire among your colleagues in the tower, and the magic six may have taken sides and pointed fingers; but amongst all the drama, you were glad that you had people to count on.

it may take a while for you to feel like yourself again... but you were willing to make it work.

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Best (Girl)Friends - Wanda Maximoff x Rogers!Reader

Summary: Wanda sympathizes with your willpower. 70 years on ice is a long time to wait for an intimate touch. And being the good friend that she is, Wanda offers you some help.

Warnings: (+18), some vague plot, smut with virginity loss, Rogers!Reader following all Wanda’s wishes, power bottom!Wanda, kissing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, explicit consent but Wanda being a tease and a bit possessive. | Words: 4.893k

A/-N-> I’m pretty sure this was a request, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.

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Shield acted as if they won the lottery.

In a way, it felt like that. Two Rogers siblings found on the same day would probably yield some promotions within the teams responsible, and a nice image bonus with the US government.

But while Captain America was found in a negative temperature on the other side of the planet, his sister destroyed an entire building with her sudden appearance inside a blue explosion a few hours later.

In your defense, you had no idea what was about to happen.

One minute, you were inside a Howard Stark-designed marine suit at the bottom of the ocean. But in Shield's defense, you were disobeying the orders of your director, that is, Margaret Carter on the phone, who five minutes earlier insisted that she would not risk losing another Rogers and that reaching the cube was not worth the risk to your safety, but you still put on the prototype underwater suit and dived in search of the item, which, to you, was the key to finding your brother.

You were right, in a way. Touching the cube with the determined idea that you would like to see Steve again really worked. The problem was how it happened.

The explosion was all around you, and you saw nothing but the beam of blue light that forced you to close your eyes. One moment you were deep in the sea, and the next you were in the middle of one of the Shield Secret Bases, a thousand of bricks flying around with the force of the explosion.

Your presence in the secret room of Project PEGASUS caused Shield to be on high alert, and a dozen rifles to be pointed in your face.

But it was all cleared up in no time and ended with your figure handcuffed on the seat of a government Jet on its way to New York.

Unlike Steve, you were awake. And not the least bit in the mood to follow Nick Fury's theatrical demands.

"That's to avoid shock, Miss Rogers-"

"Absolutely not, Nicholas." You cut him off impatiently, your hands-free since Shield had clarified exactly who you were. "The first thing I'm saying to my brother won't be a lie."

Nick sighed. "I understand it's a delicate situation, Miss, but Captain Rogers has been frozen for too long. An innocent fantasy is meant to lessen the shock of the truth."

You skirted Nick without caring about the speech. "There's no way to lighten news like this one. We're both in the future, for Chris’s sake! That it's absurd enough. No more lies, and let me see my brother for once. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that."

Fury didn't have the heart to insist, not only because he had another supersoldier getting him out of the way, but because of the emotion in your voice. He waved in dismissal to any soldier more curious about your determined walk, and no one interfered as you made your way to the room where they placed your brother.

Shield had begun to create a scenario around him that made you chuckle in irony. You dismissed the agent posing as a nurse with a look, and Nick allowed you to be alone in the room, and without wasting any time, you made your way to the bed.

Steve looked the same as he did the day he disappeared, and you felt a sob break in your throat. Maybe the sound woke him up.

He opened confused eyes at you, and unlike him, you had aged a lot since the last time he had seen you when you were still a child.

"Hey, Stevie." Your greeting came hoarsely, laden with emotion. Steve took a moment to recognize you.

"Y/N?" He asked, tense and startled. You could almost see the gears of his brain working, the way he tried to recognize his surroundings as well. "God, how long have I...?"

"Longer than you can imagine, big brother. Much longer." You replied before hugging him tightly.

This must have been the last entirely friendly interaction you had with your brother, a reunion bittersweet for its peculiarities that was unable to conciliate years of differences between the two of you. Nor did the ice erase your hurt over Steve sending you away from the war when your parents passed away, or make you forget the years of training and working for Shield in search of him once you were back in Brooklyn. Nor did it change Steve's view of how he wanted to protect and keep out of trouble - which included superhero work - his younger sister who he had vowed to take care of.

But it was indeed an undeniable amusement to the rest of the team that the personalities of the Rogers siblings were so blatantly different, and it caused some apprehension every time Steve had to witness you leaving the tower in some sports car borrowed from Tony Stark while dressed in leather jackets borrowed from Natasha Romanoff.

The apex that you were entirely corrupted for all that he expected from a proper 1950s girl came in the addition of a certain angry witch to the team a while later.

Of course, the close age - if one ignores the years between the time jump and your arrival - you and Wanda had made your friendship an inevitability. But this doesn't mean that witnessing your clear crush on the new Avenger wasn't giving your older brother a headache.

Natasha thinks he deserved some credit. Considering he was a white man from the 1950s who was frozen before appearing in a new century, Steve was pretty open-minded. She was pretty sure this was due to the closet years of keeping a secret crush on his best friend, but she wouldn't be mean enough to torment Steve with that.

And besides this, you were also getting used to the new century. And with the possibility of being able to have feelings for Wanda in an open and free way, so different from the world you lived in before.

The witch, on the other hand, had the greatest of fun tormenting you as much as she could while she waited for you to be ready.

And these teases came at every opportunity Wanda could take, from summer days at the tower pool where she had an excuse to wear bikinis around you and make a complete mess of you with the "friendly cuddling" which is how she came to justify the fact that your room was hers now and that there was nothing more platonical than sleeping cuddled up to your best friend.

With each passing moment, you grew comfortable and certain in your own feelings, parallel to which you became more confident in your powers and Wanda began to feel that the tables were turning on her every time a tickle war ended with you using your super-strength to pin her to the bed or you could effortlessly carry her away from a training session or conflict.

It didn't take long for the situation to become unbearable - Wanda was sure she would combust in the next cuddling session if she felt your body against hers again without that leading to what she really wanted, so now she had to take drastic action.

Communication was always the key to everything.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Your cell phone fell hard on your face. Wanda giggled at the mirror reflection: she was on her back brushing her hair and stealing glances at your figure lying on the bed, still learning to use the current technology but definitely loving the whole thing.

Snorting in embarrassment, you pushed the electronic device down onto the mattress and massaged your sore face. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy seeing me like this."

"What do you mean?" She asks innocently, turning her attention to the ring drawer.

"Disconcerted."

Wanda chuckles mischievously, running her fingers through the options and trying to decide between the items as you stare at the ceiling. "I know you're like 100 years old, but won’t you tell me that it never happened? Not even when you became a hottie super soldier?"

You grunted in shame, covering your face with your arm. Wanda giggled again, this time putting on one of the silver rings. You were too far away to notice how her fingers were slightly trembling, giving away how she was equally affected by the conversation. But unlike you, Wanda knew how to keep it cool very well.

"Wandaaa." You grumbled, and she almost dropped the subject when you added. "No."

"No, what?"

With a sigh, you removed your arm from in front of your face but didn't risk looking at her. "Back then...I just, I didn't have the courage I guess. You know, girls were supposed to be virgins to marry, in theory. And well, I wasn't going to marry anyone because I was too busy working. And when I got into the army, the vast majority of the guys I knew started looking at me with contempt and indignation, and then came the serum I just...didn't know how to handle the attention."

Wanda spun the stool she was sitting on toward you, listening closely to your words.

You sighed shyly. "I mean I had opportunities, but I just didn't feel comfortable following them. I wanted... to be with someone who liked me. Not the super serum, you know? Most people were only talking to me because of it. They hoped to gain some kind of benefit from meeting the American Soldier. I don't know, maybe it's just me trying not to sound so... cowardly."

Wanda stood up with a sigh, and you swallowed dryly, keeping your gaze on the ceiling until her face appear in your field of vision.

"Detka, you are literally the bravest person I know." Reminded the witch, bringing a small smile to you. "And there's nothing wrong with not being ready, or waiting for the right person. Sex is intimate, it makes sense that you want it to happen with someone you like and who likes you back."

"Thank you for being understanding." You muttered, swallowing dryly when instead of returning to her previous activities, Wanda sat down on the bed next to you. With a sigh and shifting your gaze to the ceiling again, you ventured, "Have you?"

Wanda's teasing giggle brought a deep color to your face. "Have I what?"

Snorting, you retorted, "Come on, you're the one who brought this up."

Wanda pinched you gently on the belly, smiling at your complaint. “A few times, actually.'"

It made no sense at all to feel jealous of a time you didn't even know her, and that you were somehow in the past, but still, a bitter burn filled your stomach. Wanda, the telepath that she was, seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and without caring whether it would make your heart stop or not, approached you to use your torso as her personal pillow. With two legs on which side of your hips, she stared down at you.

"But it was nothing outstanding." She began, using her fingertips to wander all the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders through your pajamas and having the best time in the world in watching every single hair of you shiver. "I kept making the same mistake in settling down for mediocre sex. No real feelings, no passion, much less love. Always end up frustrated and having to finish the job alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Alone...?" But it only took one look from Wanda for you to understand what she meant and choke, your face pink again. The younger girl giggled, leaning her elbow on you to rest her chin on her own hand and take a closer look.

"Eyes on me, baby." She asked, hoping you would overcome your own shyness to do so. When you follow her request, Wanda was ready to risk everything. "You know I love you, don't you?"

You sighed, nodding. "I love you too, Wanda." Your confession was huskier than hers, and she had to ignore the sincerity of what that really meant in order to stay focused on that afternoon's goal. "Kind of the essential thing on the best friend package, isn't it?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes.

Of course, you would make a joke to lessen the intensity of the moment, if she was nervous in all her confident glory, she could have sympathy for you, who was literally having to deal with your long-time crush practicing lying over you.

"Friends help each other, don't they? Especially best friends." She retorted, and you frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess… why, did something happen?" Before your confusion could turn to worry entirely and you could finish the movement of getting up, Wanda pressed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the mattress. "Hey." You chuckled puzzledly, but the laughter died into an affected sigh when Wanda simply shifted in your lap completely, in a very non-platonic way. "Right, whatever makes you comfortable." You mutter, very aware of the heat radiating from the girl's body on top of you, who just chuckled mischievously at your shyness.

"Relax, dorogoya." Wanda reasserted in a low, dangerously seductive voice. Her hands were on your shoulders still, rubbing your loose pajamas and somehow pushing them down to the limits, exposing as much skin as Wanda could manage. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I also need you to tell me exactly what you wanna do and how ready for me you are."

Your throat went dry, and Wanda's dilated pupils were not helping the words to form. She bit her lip, seeming to have the best time with your clumsiness.

"I-I... god, Wanda..." You gasped and she leaned in completely until her breath was hitting your cheek.

"How about a kiss? Don't tell me you never got one?" She mocked and you had to chuckle dryly.

"You can be quite an ass, Maximoff." You murmured with your eyes closed, risking moving your hands to her thighs around your hips, the action making you both hold your breaths for a second. "I've kissed before."

"Hmm, I see." She hits back, deviating from the original path and letting her mouth tease your jaw, feeling your hands squeeze her thighs gently with every kiss across your skin. What Wanda wouldn't do to see you lose control...

"I like kissing." You confess hoarsely, mostly because she’s making you so nervous that the words are simply spilling. You kept your eyes closed and your neck stretched to give her more room to don’t stop. Aware of your words, Wanda hums again as she keeps depositing chaste kisses on your collarbone. "I like...kissing girls."

It should be a heartfelt confession, one that Wanda theoretically knew about but that you've never put into words before. But suddenly, Wanda bit down on you, hard enough for you to grunt in pain, opening your eyes. She grabs your cheeks with one hand, a hot fury in her eyes that makes you shudder.

"Rule number one, don't talk about other girls when you have one on top of you."

You open your mouth like a fish, babbling nonsense for enough time for Wanda to make a motion of leaving. But that makes you react. "I didn't mean to upset you!" You try quickly, hands moving on an instinct to hold her by the waist on top of you. Wanda has to bite her lips hard to keep from letting out a much more submissive sound than she would like when you just squeeze her firmly to keep her there. "Wanda, please forgive me! I-you caught me off guard, alright? I’m nervous… We’re friends and suddenly… you’re so close and I’m talking nonsense! Please, just… tell me what you want to hear.”

She huffs impatiently, crossing her arms and turning her face away as you sigh in defeat. Wanda wants to be annoyed, but you're so lovely when you lean your face into her, trying to ease her anger with chaste kisses on her cheeks and neck until you manage to get from her a stubborn smile. She has no choice but to uncross her arms to slide her hands up your shoulders, wrapping herself around your body again.

She feels you smile and relax completely, the kisses getting firmer on her neck until they tickle and elicit a husky giggle from her. Still, Wanda settles a hand in your hair, and the slight tug to bring your faces close together again draws a deep sigh from you.

"I don't want to hear about other girls, detka. This is your last warning." She says seriously with eyes glowing red for a moment. Wanda had hoped to have a direct effect, but to her surprise, a teasing smirk began to form on your lips.

"Wow, you're totally jealous." You accused and she grimaced, trying to pull away once more. But that only made you burst out into a teasing giggle, while your strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back to you effortlessly while keeping her locked into you. Wanda was clearly aware of how shaky her legs were with the motion, and trying to walk away again would only result in her falling to the ground. "Wanda, darling, the girls I kissed must be a hundred years old by now."

Reluctantly and with a rosy tinge in her cheeks, she mutters, "Honestly, I was hoping to be your first." Her confession makes you rise your eyebrows in surprise, only to smile fondly next. Your hands moved again, caressing her back in an attempt to relax her as well.

"Hey, look at me." You call out gently, waiting for the girl's stubbornness to subside with the help of your caresses. Wanda has a stronger color on her face when she finally raises her eyes to you again. "I didn't imagine this was anything of relevance to you. But I haven't lied before, I've never been with someone intimately. If you still want to, you can be my first... everything else."

She twitches her nose softly. "You’re making it sound like it’s a favor for me. I only want to... if you do too." She retorts with a certain determination in her gaze, and though you feel your cheeks burn with the ultimatum, you nod foolishly before breaking the distance.

It catches Wanda by surprise, the sudden kiss, and you're despairing when she doesn't respond immediately, pulling away at the same speed you approached. "Sorry." You say mortified and breathless, your lips tingling. "I like you, Wan. I really do. I just thought you should know before..."

She places a finger over yours, shushing your nervous anticipation. Her free hand goes to your cheek and Wanda pulls you close again, her eyes darkening in a way that makes you shiver entirely.

"Like I said before, just relax, baby. Stop overthinking." She whispers before she firms her mouth over yours. It's a sensual, intense kiss unlike any you've ever received. Wanda seems determined to drive you to complete insanity. She kisses you unhurried, waiting for permission to slide her tongue into yours, and giving you no room to breathe properly, head spinning with those new yet so familiar needy feelings. She kisses and kisses you until you're restless beneath her, your body burning and your hands curious testing limits that she doesn’t impose, only encourages you to break. Her taste and smell intoxicate your every sense, the feel of her body molded to yours, teasing your reactions and almost making you lose control of your strength. The tight squeeze you give her when she sucks your tongue earns a whimper from her that sticks and echoes in your mind, making you dizzy with lust. When she finally breaks the kiss to breathe, her lips are swollen like yours, and her pupils are so dilated that there is no green left in them. Your face burns for the matching fire you find in her gaze.

You are unable to find any words to describe this moment, so you only stare at her, blushing over the smirk that starts to form on her lips once she catches the adoring look you’re giving her.

Licking your lips to try to gain some focus, you dare to ask: “Was it…good?” You would have added “Did you like” or “Was I enough” if Wanda didn't break into a giggle that shut you entirely, your cheeks burning. Before the shame could surface, she grabbed your cheeks again. “You’re too cute, darling.” She says, kissing you again more quickly than before. Her hands move to yours then, intertwining your fingers together to drag them on her thighs, down, and then back up, this time under her skirt. Your heart stopped, and Wanda turned her dark eyes back to yours, her voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close. “Don’t be shy, see for yourself how much I like kissing you.” She whispers darkly.

When she kisses you again, her hands guide you under her skirt until you're in her front. The mere contact of your fingers with the wet spot on her panties makes you groan and break the kiss, needing a moment to just take a breath and calm your nerves. Wanda doesn't wait long, releasing your hands to move hers to your shoulders, needing firm support now that you're so close to where she needs it so badly. She gasps in surprise when your hand gives a quick tug that rips her panties off at once, a wave of new wetness running down her thighs in the same second.

You don't say anything about it, just turns your face to kiss her again, the same way she did before, and somehow even dirtier and more sexual, drawing gasps with every flick of your tongue against hers.

Because Wanda's your best friend, she wants to taunt you - tease you about being better at this than you let on, but all the words fall away at once when your fingers fill her in one go. All Wanda can do is moan, choking on the kiss as she feels you slide into her with such ease.

"Fuck, detka." She moans with her eyes tightly closed, just as she pulls away to breathe. Your response is to just continue your movements, in and out of her without haste, feeling every mention of her warm walls squeezing your fingers. Wanda is burning on top of you and the sound of her drenched pleasure echoes low. You hum contentedly, nipping at her neck as she can no longer match the kiss, so close to her own climax. Your hand adjusts, increasing its reach, and when your thumb gives her clit the attention it needs, Wanda lets out an affected squeal. "W-wanna cum, baby. Please!"

You bite back a smile, surprised and impressed by the question hidden in the statement. You adjust to face her and wait for Wanda to feel the change to look at you too. The dark, lust-filled pupils leave you breathless.

"You can cum, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask." You assure her softly, never stopping your movements inside her. "I'm here to please you." You whisper, and it's enough for Wanda to break into an affected moan, hips thrusting helplessly against your hand until she arches her back and lets out the longest, dirtiest moan you've ever heard.

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides her high on your soaked hand, until she finally opens scarlet pupils for you, a long groan leaving her lips as the last sensations of the best orgasm she ever had fade away.

Wanda turns her full attention to you in the next second, stealing quick but intense kisses until a husky giggle leaves her lips and tickles yours.

"You're too good at this for your own good." She prompts, and the compliment takes a heartfelt giggle from you. You try to relax under her gaze but Wanda's dilated eyes have a different twinkle as she holds your cheeks more firmly. "I think I want to keep you all to myself. Without sharing with anybody else. What do you say, baby?"

You swallow dry, suddenly quite vulnerable "H-hm, like... dating?" You retort in a weak tone of voice because you need to confirm and well the idea that someone as unbelievably awesome as Wanda Maximoff is actually asking for exclusivity with you seems too freaking surreal not to confirm. As many times as necessary.

Wanda giggles mischievously, settling herself on top of your fingers that never left her and sighing as she feels you even deeper than before. "Yeah, just like that." She moans, and you're not sure if she's answering your question or guiding you through the motions, but you get the impression that the answer goes both ways.

It's not like you will contradict your new girlfriend any further.

Before Wanda could indulge in the sensation again, however, she stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist. Raising curious eyes to the breathless flushed girl on top of you, your first reaction was to check if you had done something wrong, and by god, hurt her. But Wanda bit back a smile, her other hand going down to your belt.

"We're overdressed, honey." She whispered against your lips, red sparkles playing with the edge of your shirts, teasing them upward. " Strip."

Moaning low against her mouth, Wanda almost didn't let you pull away. In record time, your clothes were off and so were hers, between stolen panting kisses you fell to the mattress again, curious hands urging together.

Wanda pinned you beneath her with no effort despite your super strength, and feeling her naked against your skin drove you to the brink of insanity. She swallowed each moan with her mouth, appreciating the increasingly needy sounds as she fit against your hips, and began to move hers.

Soon, the friction became unbearably arousing and you had to clutch at the sheet, and the headboard. A hot, tight knot at the tip of your stomach left you breathless, every movement of Wanda's hips into yours, the perfect fit between your cunts was enough to make you choke.

You practically meowed when she got the rhythm right. "O-oh god Wanda! T-there's something... fuck, I can't-"

"I know baby, just let go for me." She panted, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of your head, her hips frantic against yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing" She moans a confession, smiling satisfied at your expression of pure bliss beneath her.

Suddenly the knot bursts, and you're blinded by the pleasure of your first orgasm for a full moment. The headboard snaps in your left hand and Wanda cums in a loud, animalistic moan, spilling herself down on you before collapsing heavily onto your torso, your panting breaths mingling like your juices.

You try to recover together from the intensity of the climax, your hand finding her back on instinct to stroke her as Wanda nestles closer against you, an exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips.

She barely had a chance to lift her face to kiss you when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Kid, is everything all right in here I heard something breaking-'"

You nearly knocked Wanda off the bed in an attempt to cover the two of you with the comforter - and the mattress lost a few springs in the process.

The two Avengers who'd entered the room covered their faces with their hands, but unlike your brother, Natasha was holding back her laughter.

"I'm sorry. We... I... you-"

"Come on Captain, we're leaving." Natasha cut Steve off with a pat on the shoulder, leading the way backward. "Sorry girls, lock the door next time. And well, use protection!" She burst out laughing, ignoring the embarrassed grumbles from you and Wanda, and closing the door.

With the safety of a locked door, you hid your face in your pillow.

"Great, the best day of my life might be ruined because my brother is going to have a stroke." You grumbled, getting a hearty laugh from the other.

Wanda adjusted herself, stroking your hair until you looked at her again. "Best day of your life, huh? I'm flattered." She teases, smiling at the red that appears on your cheeks.

"As if you weren't cocky enough." You retort in the same tone, adjusting to hold her by the waist and pull her to you, getting on top now. Wanda sighs softly, even warmer with the addition of the blanket now, she finds it kind of hard to concentrate, much more talk. "Thank you, Wands."

Your line surprises her. "For what?"

"For being my first time." You clarify with a shrug, though your gaze was intense. "I've always wanted it to be with someone special, someone I like and trust. And there's no one I love more than you."

Wanda kisses you because she doesn't want to be the type to cry during sex, and she's pretty sure she would. You don't mind, she transmits the feeling through action and well, there are other things you're dying to do other than talk.

There will be time for confessions later.

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How does Bucky handle you being sick? 🥺

I may have gone overboard, nonnie. 😂

Sick Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of you when you get a cold. He also takes care of the guy who may have given you a cold.

Word Count: Over 2.4k

Warnings: Fluff, humor, established relationship, reader has a cold, implied smut, interrogation, Bucky Barnes being a ridiculously wonderful boyfriend in love (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I don't know where this came from. Maybe a bit of inspiration from @inklore here. 😂❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When you had a hard time getting out of bed this morning due to a cold you caught at work, you tried to brush it off. Bucky immediately called in to take a personal day and said he had to take care of you, which forced you to take a sick day as well. It was for the best. You had a tendency to push yourself past your limit some days and he kept you in check.

You snatched a tissue out of the box beside you just in time to sneeze into it. With a pained groan, you scrunched up your face and dropped the tissue into the small pile in your lap. It took you a moment to sip your water, followed by your herbal tea. Though your throat was sore, you had to stay hydrated. You also had to get some rest.

Bucky wouldn’t let you hear the end of it if you didn’t.

“I hate this,” you mumbled to yourself before your boyfriend rushed into the living room to check on you, his piercing eyes searching the room as if to assess a threat.

“I heard you talking, baby. You need to rest your voice,” he said, adjusting the humidifier he set on the coffee table before his concerned gaze snapped back to you. “Wait. Do you need something? Do you not have enough blankets? I can get you more tea. Or I can put something on TV. Shit, where’s the writing pad?”

You tried not to smile as the massive shirtless supersoldier bustled around the room. He hadn’t seen you under the weather since the two of you started dating and you should’ve known he’d make a big deal out of it. Whether it had to do with growing up with Steve who dealt with all sorts of ailments or simply because it was his girlfriend feeling less than stellar, you weren’t sure. Either way, it was endearing to see the former Winter Soldier worked up over you.

He had nothing to worry about though.

“I’m fine,” you croaked before you went into a coughing fit.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he crouched beside you and brought the water back to your lips once you had yourself under control. His brows furrowed when he checked your forehead with his right hand, which made you fall in love with him a little more. You tried to tell him earlier to keep his distance so he didn’t get sick before he gently reminded you that he wasn’t exactly prone to catching colds thanks to the serum.

A silver lining from the pain he had to go through.

“You’re not fine. You’re sick. Well, you’re still 'fine',” he smiled a little, making your heart swell. “I used that in the right context, didn’t I?”

You almost went into another coughing fit as you giggled, the sound huskier and deeper than normal. “Only you would think I’m fine when I’m like this,” you said, reaching up to run your fingers through his silky chestnut hair. He hadn’t brushed it today. Too busy taking care of you. “And I’m not ‘sick’ sick. it’s just a cold.”

“It isn’t just a cold. Not to me,” he said, his jaw clenching as his vibranium fingers curled.

“I’ll be better before you know it,” you assured him, raising an eyebrow as his cheek twitched. “What’s the matter?”

Why is he getting himself worked up?

“I just don’t like you feeling any kind of pain,” he said, leaning up so he could press his lips to your forehead. He huffed as they lingered there. “I wish I could take it away and I can’t.”

It was a sweet sentiment, especially after everything he went through.

“I know you would if you could and it’s okay that you can’t,” you said. You understood where he was coming from though because you didn’t like the idea of him in pain either. He had a heart almost as large as his body and you were lucky to get a single ounce of his love. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“You’re my girl and it's impossible not to worry,” he said, a touch of possession and tenderness seeping into his tone. Belonging to him was as natural as breathing. “But I'll try to relax a bit.”

“As long as you try,” you said as he pressed another kiss to your forehead.

Your head tingled from his lips before you frowned. This close, you could usually get a whiff of his woodsy cologne. Your eyes welled up when you inhaled again and couldn’t smell him, doing your best to blink the tears away so he wouldn't catch them. It was silly that you suddenly missed the comfort of that smell because your nose was acting up.

He didn’t need your tears on top of that.

But, of course, he caught your sad sniffle, which sounded slightly different from your cold sniffle. His body stiffened, like a cobra ready to strike. “Tell me what’s wrong, even if I can’t physically fix it.”

God, I love this man.

“I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I really miss the smell of your cologne,” you told him, your gaze probably nothing short of pathetic as you tilted your head to see his handsome face.

Your breath caught when he looked back at you and brushed a tear away with his thumb. There was nothing but love and adoration in those brilliant eyes of his. It made you feel lighter.

“That’s far from ridiculous because I smell amazing,” he teased, bumping his nose against yours to bring a smile to your face. “How about I spray the blankets after you take a nap and I make you some soup? That way my scent will be there even if you can't smell it.”

Tears clogged your throat as you gave him a nod, committing the moment to memory. You were used to going it alone before he came into your life. He couldn’t take the pain away, but he could make you feel better in ways that mattered to you. That likely comforted him just as much as it soothed you.

“That would be great,” you said, yawning a bit. “Can we watch a movie after my nap?”

“We'll watch whatever you want.”

You pulled him close so he could join you on the couch, knowing that his muscular and warm frame against yours would feel just as comforting and safe as the blanket that covered you. And he relaxed and quickly accepted your wordless invitation to wrap his arms around you, keeping you in his loving embrace. It was home and always would be.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, closing your eyes as you nuzzled your head against his bare chest. “I love you.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” he promised, his vibranium hand moving in slow circles along your back as you began to drift off. “I love you, too.”

You let out a happy moan before you said one more thing. “And hunt down the person who gave me this cold, okay?”

With your eyes shut, you didn’t see the determination written all over his face. “You got it, baby.”

You were right as rain and back to work a couple of days later, thanks to Bucky caring for you and some much needed rest. Not even an hour into your shift though, Steve requested for you to meet him in the second lower level. You didn't hide your surprise as that was usually reserved for interrogations.

Which was exactly why he called you down there.

“What's going on?” You asked as you walked into the viewing room. Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Tony all looked your way, but didn't give you any sort of response. “Seriously, what's up?”

“You don't know?” Natasha responded, nodding toward the glass.

You followed her gaze with a gasp as you saw Bucky tower over some blonde male agent in the cell. Your boyfriend was almost unrecognizable with his face devoid of any emotion, dominant and on the edge of terrifying. It was a far cry from the loving side you were privy to, yet you loved this side of him just the same.

“Buck dragged John down here a few minutes ago,” Steve explained in a quiet voice as he punched the bridge of his nose. “Said something about him hurting you.”

You tilted your head as you looked at John, recognizing him after a second due to his punchable face. “Him? No. He didn't hurt me. He just bumped into me the other day in the break room,” you explained. Which wasn't that big of a deal to you, but probably offensive to Bucky. “But he didn't apologize.”

He also had a cold.

Oh, no.

“So, you had nothing to do with this?” Sam asked, chuckling as you lifted your chin.

“No, I didn't,” you replied as you bit your lip. “At least, I don't think I had anything to do with this.”

Your heart raced faster when Bucky pushed the sleeves of his shirt up and gripped John by the collar, the veins in his right arm popping out. You wished you could lick them. Maybe later.

“I know it was you, you piece of shit,” he said, roughly shoving the agent back into his chair. “You got my girl sick.”

Oh, Bucky.

You stared straight ahead as you felt the group collectively look your way, refusing to react under their stares. “Before any of you say another word, this is definitely not my fault,” you stated.

“Of course it isn't,” Natasha smirked. She knew Bucky loved to play the hero on your behalf even though you could take care of yourself. “Just enjoy the show.”

Your mouth fell open as your boyfriend slammed his left fist on the table, leaving a sizable dent as John nearly fell backwards in his chair. This guy was an agent? He was either new to interrogations or simply scared shitless of the former assassin.

Maybe both.

But you ignored him as you shifted your attention back to your beefy, perfect boyfriend.

When you had mumbled for him to find the person who gave you the cold, you didn’t think he’d actually do it. You weren’t sure how he narrowed down to John, but the former assassin was resourceful and you should've known he'd take you seriously. And, fuck, if it wasn’t slightly mortifying on your behalf and hot as hell watching him in action.

“That cold you gave her made her cry. You made my girl cry. Do you know what I do to guys like you who make my girl cry?” Bucky said through his teeth, bringing his fist down on the table again as John flinched and you smiled. With all the strength he possessed, you never had to worry that he'd hurt you. But you couldn't say the same for the frightened agent. “You're about to find out.”

You didn't think you could love Bucky more after he helped you get over your cold, but he proved you wrong.

And you could now add Bucky threatening people to your list of things that made you dreamily sigh and tingle between your thighs.

“Look, I'm sorry. I’m sorry! All I did was bump into her. It was an accident!” John shouted, putting his hands up in surrender and trembling when Bucky stood to his full height and cracked his neck. Your boyfriend waited a beat before he grabbed one of his hands and began to twist, making the agent pale as you bit back a whimper. “Fuck, stop! I won’t even breathe around her again. I’ll hold my breath! Just let me go!”

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” Tony asked you, taking out his phone to type a quick message as you hummed. Maybe you were enjoying it. How many guys went out of their way to scare someone who possibly gave you a cold? “Does the Manchurian Candidate know how much I’ll have to pay to keep this guy from suing him?”

“We can tell him it was a prank?” Steve suggested, bringing another laugh out of Sam as Natasha shook her head.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he flung the hand away, his hair falling in his eyes as you held your breath. He looked like a wild animal, untamed and stunning. “I should choke you. Make you see how long you can really hold your breath before you pass out,” he snarled as John rubbed his sore skin.

Steve snuck a glance at you, his cheeks a little pink when you put a hand to your throat. “I don't want to overstep because you're my best friend's girl, but you do know you just moaned, right?” He whispered low enough for only you to hear.

Oops.

“Oh, my god,” you groaned, putting your warm face in your hands to hide your embarrassment for a moment. “Is anyone going to stop him?!”

“Why haven’t you stopped him?” Natasha countered knowingly.

Because I’m too busy thinking of how I’m going to suck his dick so good later that I'll make him see God.

You took a breath as the ache between your legs got stronger and pressed the button beside the glass. “Bucky?”

He swung his head toward the glass and met your gaze even though he couldn’t see you. No matter what, he’d always be able to spot you. “Hey, baby. I found the prick who gave you a cold. Want me to beat the shit out of him?” he bragged as John paled.

“I love you,” you giggled from how sweet and ridiculous he was. “And no. I appreciate you defending me, but I think you can let him go.”

Tony playfully rolled his eyes when Bucky grinned. “Your crazy matches his crazy.”

True.

“Okay. I love you, too,” Bucky said in a light tone, his smile falling the second he looked back at John and smacked the table against the wall with a clang. The agent looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “Next time you see my girl, apologize and walk away. And the next time you have a cold, stay the fuck home or you'll answer to me.”

Yeah. I’m going to suck the soul from his body to thank him for everything the moment we get home.

And maybe the two of you could take another sick day to spend the day in bed.

Totally normal boyfriend, right? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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