#tbh there's always a little angst with Nat

[testingthewatersss]

Yes, YES, imagine...

Modern problems Usual Winter Solider context warnings but this is pretty tame tbh Bucky Barnes x F Reader Imagine 2977 words Fluff, mild angst. 18+ MDNI

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"It wasn't even a real gun, Buck" you insist, leaning against the door frame.

"that's not the point" he replies, face set in annoyance.

"You can't push someone through a locked door because he has a paintball gun in a gas-station!"

"He's lucky I wasn't aiming for the wall" he mutters petulently. Luckily, he's gotten quite good at not being overheard by now, even by you. 

"Sweetheart," you say, softening your tone in response to his body language, which is the total opposite of his attitude. He's making himself small on the edge of the couch you share, and despite the boldness of his actions and his adamant denials of doing anything wrong, his eyes seem full. 

"He wasn't anywhere near us..."

That makes him scoff, you take the opportunity to pace over to him, taking his face in your hands. His jaw is set under your fingers but still, he lets out a gentle breath as he looks up at you, yet another layer of well-practised bravado falling away. 

"He was heading straight for you, doll" he says quietly, "he was headin' straight for you, and your back was turned and you didn't even know he was armed-"

"-He wasn't armed though, was he love?"

Guilt flashes across his features then, and he quickly averts his gaze. So, in return, you lower your palms to his. Tangling your fingers together to stop him fussing with his hands in his lap.

"He could've been" he counters, "You don't understand how dangerous the world is, Y/N. When I- before, back in the forties things were different-"

"Oh, yeah..." you chuckle, letting him pull you onto his lap, "with rationing, and dancing and bombshelters and the second world war, I'm sure things were just overflowin' with safety"

That manages to make him crack a smile. It's short-lived, it vanishes with a subtle shake of his head, but still. It's so lovely that you can't help but lean down and kiss him. 

Bucky feels his whole posture start to soften the moment your lips meet his. The adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins for hours starting to drain away, replaced by the loud thrumming of his pulse. He relishes in it. Happy to drown in the warmth of your embrace instead of panic for once. 

You trace his temples with your thumbs, rubbing your nose against his as you feel his arms close around you, holding you tight to his chest. 

"I don't mind you keepin' me close" you allow calmly, "I don't even mind you actin' like a security gaurd in public- but you've gotta ease up a little. I can't keep callin' Nat to clean up after us whenever I run an errand, she's gonna start cashing in favours one of these days and I don't even want to know what that might mean."

"I can keep her away too" he mumbles into your shoulder, the words hot on his breath, "I can keep you right here, Sugar. The whole world can go to hell"

As if to prove a point, his metal arm locks in place. You laugh gently, stroking his hair as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. 

"Stop acting like everythin' is out to get me, Barnes" You instruct, tone failing to hold any genuine authority when his pouting face comes into view.

"It is" he counters, deadly serious, "You just don't see it"

"Or..." you allow, "maybe you see it too much"

He shakes his head, staring at you now, blue eyes imploring you to understand;

"You're so delicate" he murmurs, flesh fingers tracing across your arm adoringly, "you're always gettin' hurt, darlin'- last week you couldn't walk right for three days-"

"Because I tripped on the stairs" you insert calmly, "Not because the stairs attacked me, and not because I'm fragile"

"-The stairs to the subway" he agrees, "The Subway, which is a whole other death trap-"

You snort, but all humour leaves you when you see the seriousness of his expression. 

"It's a packed can of compressed metal filled with strangers and trapped underground" Bucky continues, "It could catch fire, it could crash- anyone on it could-"

"-Hey.." you whisper, stopping him before he can get too carried away, "statistically speaking, this is the safest time to be alive y'know? Sure, flying cars would be a nice change, but the-"

"Cars" he sneers, "Don't get me started"

That makes you laugh, the pure, untempered grouchiness of his complaints and his real disdain for cars paired with the look of stubbornness on his face is funny. Even if you not taking his concerns seriously only adds to the gristle in his tone.

"Y/N/N" He says, "I mean it, you- you are so, so precious to me, darlin'- I couldn't stand it if anythin happened to you, and I know you don't see it but you're human, and the world is-"

"Made for humans, by other humans" you remind him, kissing his brow. "And you shouldn't call me human and imply that you're not"

He rolls his eyes at your scolding and flexes his arm, making the metal plates groan, as if to prove a point. 

"You're still human" you argue, not willing to waiver on that point at least, "A bionic arm and some Stark Industry vitamins doesn't change that, and when it comes to life outside of this tower I am just as safe as you are."

"That's worse" he sighs, head dropping back to rest defeatedly on the couch, "You bein' as safe as me is so much worse than just you bein' on your own, doll- Don't you see that?"

"Not really," You tell him honestly, "but even if it were true, it wouldn't matter. Safety isn't owed to anyone, except maybe you-"

"And if HYDRA decide to pick you up as a hostage?" he says, voice stern now, "or if they just decide to kill you on the spot, just to mess with me, and Tony, and Natasha, and Steve and all the other targets that you've gotten yourself tangled up with?"

"Then I'd think that you, and Tony, and Natasha, and Steve would do your jobs, that you'd keep yourselfs and each other safe while you got to the whole Avenging part of your job."

"I'm not messin' around', Y/N" He sighs, peering up at you defiantly, "I'm serious-"

"So am I," you say with a shrug, "Gettin' old is a privilege, not a right- And, thanks to every one of those targets you mentioned, I am one of the most overly protected people on the planet. Tony has my cell phone and my Apple watch synced up with FRIDAY. My location and my vitals are monitored by SHEILD, all day- everyday- I live in the super-hero equivalent of an armoured tank and I am going to marry the most protective man that has ever lived. I am fine, and if one day I'm not, then I'm real sorry, Buck but I'll have died happy and it'll be more your problem than mine."

"Exactly" he grumbles, deliberately ignoring the humour at the end of your statement "It'll be all my problem, because I love you and I-"

"I hate to break to it you, Buck," you say, "but that is part of bein' in love. Supersolider or not, the hardest part of loving anyone is knowing that you could lose them. That you will lose them someday, if you wait long enough, but that doesn't mean you both just hide away until you die of old age, it means you live the best life you can together so that when one of you is left behind you have it all to look back on."

"You've been spending too much time with Steve" He relents, "You're gettin' a little too good at motivational speeches"

"You're the one who got into the habit of bringin' him to date night- to every date night"

"80 years ago, darlin', I thought he'd grow out of it eventually"

"He still might," You say softly, bringing your palm up to his cheek. 

He huffs out a sigh before closing his eyes and nestling into the warmth of your skin on his, pressing a soft kiss against your wrist before nodding. 

"I'm sorry" he murmurs, "I'll try and give you s'more space, whatever you need..."

And then his face is falling, his arms loosening just enough for you to notice, and the way his lips quirk downward makes you want to just build a bunker deeper than any subway and let him move you in there instead.

"I don't need space" You're quick to assure him, "I need you to use some of those under pressure thinkin' skills and check before you decide someone is a threat" 

There is a genuine look of remorse on his face now, it makes your heart ache in your chest. It's so sad that you feel your own conscience sting in response, knowing that your conversation has fuelled it, 

"I love you" you tell him, unable to not- "I love you a whole lot, Barnes and I refuse to be the reason you have another regret. You hear me? Not a single new regret- not a small one, because you call me three times in a row and Sam gets you thinkin' it's too much and definitely not one that involves some jerk at a bar that gets a little close or some red-neck getting snacks for his road trip, so you better make sure that the next threat you neutralise is a threat, okay? That's all I want."

"I thought he was," he says lamely, "I really thought he was, doll- I saw the gun and I saw you, and I just wanted him gone"

"Well..." You sigh, smiling softly, "He went- With a slightly broken arm, and a huge compensation cheque from Tony, so, as long as you promise to not feel too bad about it, then it looks like we might both get what we want."

He hums softly, not giving much away regarding his opinion on the matter. 

"Why are you still sulkin', handsome?" you wonder, looking at his face again. There's an unhappy crease in his brow, and even though he's trying his best to seem like he's fine, there's something about the way he's watching you that doesn't seem quite right.

"'s nothin'" he mumbles, forcing a smile, "I'm just sorry for puttin' you through this every few weeks, I am tryin, darlin' to get better about it."

You shake your head, quickly deciding not to scold him for feeling guilty, knowing that any playfulness the teasing might hold will be lost in favour of more misplaced guilt. You settle on kissing him, on running your fingers through the tangles of his hair as they slip back behind his ears. On tracing his cheeks as he pulls you ever closer towards him. He doesn't let up until he's verging on breathless. Until his desperate, frantic urge to protect you is satisfied that you're real and solid and exactly where you belong. He knows logically that you're right. That you're safe, as safe as you can be anyway- but the world is so full now. The Brooklyn streets he'd grown up on are more like concrete jungles, infested with noise and lights and cars, and people. He used to love that. The living, breathing soul of the city that never sleeps. The crowds in the daytime and the scattered laughter that would drift in through a cracked fire escape at night. He'd sit up on the roof for hours smoking cheap cigarettes and just watching, and he never once felt scared.  Even when the war first stirred, even then, the people were the one thing that he wasn't afraid of, they were his home away from home. Men he'd never known suddenly felt like family, as soon as they were packed in the back of a transit car. Crowded dance halls meant freedom and packed underground shelters meant protection. But somewhere along the way, they all became threats. Dark, faceless shadows that move around in swarms, making noises that he's never expecting and getting too close to the one thing that he could never bear to lose. Operating machines that they shouldn't be touching, huge metal busses that sound like they might collapse, or elevators that could break, or ski lifts- of all things to exist, huge wires with weak seats that carry people up too high, and you are so breakable. Your ankle a week ago was just the latest injury, before that you hurt your shoulder at the gym, lifting a huge metal barbell that he can't comprehend you touching, and before that tripped in a pothole. The road itself hurt you, because a person didn't do their job and get it filled and he can't trust anything, or anyone other than a handful of people, and all of them just parrot the same thing about you being fine. 

You stay still, resting your head on his chest, letting him settle himself by holding you in place. You had been tempted to start speaking again, until you'd noticed the way his fingers were moving, ever so gently tapping a rhythm against your side. A slow, steady pulse. Your pulse. An exact mirror of your heartbeat, which is a complete contrast to the thrashing of his own. 

As long as he can feel that, then he knows you're alright. That you're not scared, or hurt, or in danger, and that is the only way that he stands a chance of calming down himself. 

"Can you give me five minutes?" You purr, reluctant, but suddenly overwhelmed with an idea, "You can come" you offer, sweetening it with a peck on his cheek, "I just want to go and see Tony about somethin'-"

To your surprise, he chuckles at that, releasing his grip on your waist to paw at his eyes. 

"Should I be worried, doll?" he asks dryly, "I'm here lovin' on my girl and she suddenly wants to go see another man-"

The way you snort makes him smile wider. He kisses you again, on your knuckles this time, before letting go of your hand, feeling a pang of curiosity as you half skip from the room, a grin splitting your face.

It doesn't take long. Ten minutes instead of five, maybe- but not long.

And when you are done, feeling awfully pleased with yourself, you find him in the kitchen, cutting carrots by the sink with the radio playing at such a low volume you can't help but wonder why he bothered turning it on at all.

He looks over at you without missing a beat with his knife and grins wide and genuine when you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a kiss against the back of his shoulder. 

"I got you something" You announce proudly, beaming as brightly as him when he turns, leaning back against the marble counter to face you, "Somethin' that might make it easier for you to relax"

"I told Tony" he scoffs, "I'm not taking anything he cooks up in that lab- I don't care if he thinks I need a Xanax, whatever that is-"

You laugh at that, small and tempered as you reach into your back pocket, pulling out a small, plain dog tag. 

At least that's what it looks like. An unengraved dog tag, complete with the small hole, waiting for a chain. 

"Thank you?" he says, aiming for pleased, trying not to let his confusion show, especially since you seem so happy to be giving it to him, "It's-"

"You're too polite for your own good- you don't even know what it is yet"

"I've seen more of them than you" he counters, opening his palm to receive it, "but I think you're meant to write somethin' on them, doll-"

The second he touches it, he stops. Words dying in his throat. He doesn't realise yet, not completely, but he's instantly captivated by the warmth humming through the metal. 

Your smile turns smug as you reach out, curling his hand around the tag, putting his flesh thumb flat across the surface-

There it is. It's your pulse, thrumming as calmly as ever.

He's stunned. He blinks at you dumbly for a moment, and then he kisses you. He grabs you and pulls you in and his metal hand is on your cheek and you're breathless and-

The thrumming in the tag speeds up, increasing as he makes your heart flutter in your chest. He pulls back to stare at his hand again. 

"It's a live feed" you explain, "I figured Tony would be able to knock something up- As long as I've got my watch on, or, I'm somewhere that FRIDAY can get a read on me, then it's a direct, real time echo, okay? No delay, no glitches, no dead batteries."

He blinks at you, expression adoring now.

"-and if I need you- If a threat does pop up when you're not there, then-" you reach down, pressing and holding three fingers against the centre of your watch for a second

The tag vibrates in response. A constant unignorable tremor that makes it dance in his palm.

You take it upon yourself to stop it, exaggerating your action of squeezing it in demonstration.

"FRIDAY will be able to give you my location down to the inch."

Bucky knows he's gawking. His jaw is slack and he must be the picture of comedic surprise, but he doesn't care one bit. All he cares about right now is you.

"How did you think of that?" he murmurs, already moving to add it to his chain, the chain he never takes off, the one that has his other dog tag hanging from it, keeping it in its place against his heart.

"I just figured," you say, helping him refasten the clasp, "A modern problem would probably have a modern solution"

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[abbyromanoff]

dark!gp!nat x dark!stripper!reader, were natty thinks reader is all innocent and even w reader's job she's just a sweet little thing, only to one day at the club one of the male stripper's flirts with Nat and r sees everything so she basically walks to her girlfriend's side and starts to bite at nattys neck, marking her all up, Natasha is surprised at this but also smug about it after that reader starts getting distant. Natasha, being the insane mf she is, starts stalking her only to see reader murdering the stripper that flirted w her

(Smutty 😈😈😈)

That shit turns me on

Pairings: dark!g!p Natasha Romanoff x dark!reader

Warnings: dark fic, mentions of killing, mentions of torture, smut, horribly written smut tbh, fingering, unprotected sex, small dirty talk, jealousy, little bit of angst

Word count: 1,698

Summary: again just the ask written down in a story

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Miss Y/L/N will be out in a minute, for now you can take a seat.” The bouncer told the redheaded woman. She sighed and plopped down onto the chair, it wasn’t her first time here, in fact she’s been here many times before all for one person, you. Every weekend she’d come here and watch you dance on the pole and then ask for a private dance, at this point you’ve gotten used to seeing her.

The buff man approached you as you finished your dance. “You have that redhead in booth 4.” You nodded and thanked him. Getting ready you looked yourself over in the mirror, making sure you looked good for your favorite customer. Over the few months that she’s been going here now you grew a bit of a crush on her, I mean it was impossible not to. Her amazing personality and her stunning looks drew you in right away. With most customers you’d usually feel slightly uncomfortable, especially since they were mostly middle aged men who were tired of their wives so they decided to try and feel you up instead. Of course the bouncer would end up kicking them out but you’re lucky you’ve never experienced that with Nat.

Walking into the small booth you approached the woman seductively, discarding your bra and throwing it off to the side. She eyed your figure as you turned around, bending over to show off your almost fully exposed ass. You heard a groan come from the woman and went to grind against her crotch, using the arm rests to hold you up. You felt her cock getting hard under the confinements, making you grind slightly harder. She threw her head back in pleasure as her hands held the armrests with all her might, trying her best not to touch you all over right then and there.

You noticed this, she did it everytime. “Why don’t you come back to my place after this, there you’ll be able to touch me here,” You said while grabbing your breasts in your hands, “And maybe even here.” Your hand went to cup your covered center this time, letting out an exaggerated moan to rile her up.

At the end of the dance you told Nat to wait for you, telling her that you need to clock out and get dressed before she could take you back to her place. While she waited for you a woman came up to her, “Hey gorgeous, you looking for a dance?” Nat internally cringed at the nickname, it would sound way better coming out of your mouth. Although she still had to be polite with the woman.

“Oh, uh, no thanks. I’m actually waiting for someone.” The black haired woman looked to where she was pointing.

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Y/N. She’s always talking about you, but I guess now I see why.” She tried seducing Nat once again, this time stroking her arm with her hand. Nat was starting to get fed up.

“Look miss, you’re really pretty and all but-” “Ready to go babe?” The both of them turned to look at you, seeing your face smile that tried to hide your anger.

“Yeah, let's go.” Nat said as she took your arm in her own, not missing the glare you gave your coworker on the way out.

“Babe?” Nat repeated your words from earlier as she led you to her car. You got in with a small red tinted on your cheeks from embarrassment.

“Yeah sorry about that. I guess I was a little jealous.” You said with a fake chuckle.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed sweetheart, I liked it.” Red painted your cheeks once again, this time it wasn’t from embarrassment.

Over the next two weeks you’ve been distant with Nat, whenever she’d request a lap dance from you it was denied, the bouncer would just tell her that you’re too busy. She’d start to leave until she caught a glimpse of you grinding onto another woman in the booth. You took her home with you after, just like you did with Nat not long ago. She hated to admit it but her crush on you has grown into an obsession.

She’d find out about your work hours and hide outside the building after, planning on following you home. She would take hundreds of pictures of you without you even knowing, she now had a whole shoe box filled with them. Whenever you’d go out with someone, whether it was a date or a hookup or even just seeing a friend she’d be hiding in the corners and would make sure nothing happened.

She was sick of this, all she wanted to do was explain the situation and ask you out on a date. She made a plan and followed you home once again, not noticing how you stuffed something in your trunk before leaving.

When you arrived at your place Nat made sure to park far enough from your home so you wouldn’t see her. Getting out of her car she walked over to where you were, hiding in the bushes near your front yard. She was confused seeing you lift what looked like a body bag into your home so she went into the garage door before you could close it.

When she entered the house she heard screams coming from the basement, worrying that you might’ve been in danger she ran down as fast as she could only to spot the woman from a few weeks ago tied up to a chair screaming for help. You turned around when you heard her gasp and smiled at seeing her face.

“Oh baby, I thought you were going to wait for me.” She said, confusing the victim even more.

“I know, I know but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” You said while wrapping your arms around the back of her neck and kissing her on the lips. You’ve both planned this night out, you would get the girl and the two of you would kill her together. Nat thought you might’ve bailed out on her since you’ve been ignoring her all month, but you wanted it to be a surprise.

“Well I’m here now. So, shall we start?” “We shall.”

The two of you tortured the old friend for what felt like hours to her. She was begging you to just end her life because she couldn’t take it anymore, but you and Nat had something else planned. You both dropped your weapon and connected your lips, already starting to discard your clothing. She ripped off your shirt and used your breasts as stress balls, squeezing and massaging them. When she dropped to her knees the woman's eyes shot open in shock, you were really going to have sex with Nat right in front of her. The redhead pulled your pants down swiftly and spread your legs, giving pecks to your exposed inner thighs.

She stared into your eyes and gave you a smirk. “I think our guest deserves a nice show, don’t you?”

“Oh I think so Natty.” You both giggled as she continued her screaming through her gag and Nat removed your panties, a shiver going down your spine when the cold air hits your cunt. Nat doesn’t wait any longer and dives right in, switching between sucking your clit and teasing your entrance with her tongue. You threw your head back as you basked in the feeling. Nat quickly lowered her own bottoms and grabbed her cock, starting to jerk herself off while still fucking you. She used her other hand to run them across your folds and entered you with one digit. Your moans increased in volume as did the guests' cries for help. Her finger went at a rapid pace, fucking you like there’s no tommorow. Nat stood up before you could finish and replaced her mouth with her length, slipping inside of you without ease due to her fingers previously stretching you out.

“Fuck baby, you’re so warm and tight, could be in you forever.” She whimpered out, going to attack your breasts with her mouth once she finished speaking. She drove in and out of you, skin slapping could be heard from a mile away. Her dick could easily reach your g-spot, knowing your body as if it were her own she was able to find it no problem.

“Yes Nat! I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock!” You yelled out. The pleasure was too much, it felt like you were going to explode any minute with her mouth stimulating your breasts and her length sliding in and out of you repeatedly. She added her hand to the mix, rubbing your clit in circles as you squirted all over her stomach.

“Shit! Feels so fuckin’ good baby.” You said as you clawed at her back, leaving red lines all over her. She quickly pulled out and stroked herself, wanting to cum all over your body. While you were calming down you replaced her hand with your own, jerking her off at a fast speed. When you used your hands to massage her balls she spilled all over you. Spurts of cum hit your tits and your face as she finally let go. You used your finger to wipe it off and inserted it into your mouth, sucking off her juices while making eye contact with the barely alive woman in the chair. Nat bit her lip as she watched you moan around your finger, using her mouth to lick off the remaining bits on your chest while staring up at you with love in her eyes. She admired this dark side of you, the one that would kill and torture anyone that she asked of. You stood up and grabbed the weapon that Nat earlier dropped on the floor, taking her hand and interlocking it with yours that was placed on the trigger. You both shared a passionate kiss as you finally shot the woman in the head.

“I love you so much, my beautiful wife to be.” You smiled at her words. “And I love you so much more my amazing wife to be.”

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[darkwaveho]

Security breach

Stranger Au

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Black!Reader

Summary: While a mission you’ve done many times before somehow things feel different this time around.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, scar mentions, description of wounds, cursing, blood, Torture, death, psychological trauma, hurt- comfort? , mentions of vomit, brief details of a dead body. knife use, spitting, description of burning flesh. I think that’s it idk, let me know.

A/n: I’m posting this and running away tbh I was trying to hold off on this as long as I could. I didn’t go too much into details. I got a little lazy. so, if I bring up something later that’s not in this part don’t be confused or anything. If you haven’t seen Agents of Shield, I suggest you go watch it. Okay, bye 🏃🏽‍♀️

Part 6|  |Part 8

You were currently on a mission to retrieve high level weapons. which you’ve done a thousand times by now. you stick to your motto ‘get in and get out’ no stalling, no mistakes, anything can happen within a second. maybe you’ve become paranoid over the years with hearing stories about agents and them meeting their demise. You haven’t had any near-death experiences yet and you hoped for it to stay that way.

you wanted this over with more than any mission. you missed Natasha and the faster you got done with this the faster you could be in her arms in your room. she sent you a cute text this morning using her usual emoticons and telling you she was on her way to pick Steve up for a mission of their own. you still haven’t met him in person yet, with different scheduling and everything and you just never got paired with him since he started working for shield.

Walking through the rusted halls of the warehouse was unusual to say the least, something felt off you just couldn’t put your finger on it. or maybe you didn’t want to because you just wanted to get in and get out. as long as you completed your objective everything would be fine. nearing a rusted metal door, you open it slowly silently communicating with your fellow Shield Agent that was currently watching your back while roaming this building. you both search the room looking for the object you were tasked to retrieve. when you find it, you use your coms to notify the team. “Okay, everything is set up just-” your coms go static as try reaching out to the main base of shield. you turn to the figure standing next to you. “My coms are fried. Jay, can you try getting in touch with the main base.” 

“Looks like mine are fired too. Let’s just get this over with and find out what the hell is going on. besides I know you’d rather be in your room with your sexy, mysterious, Russian, assassin girlfriend. she ends with a bump to your shoulder. 

you laugh at the mouthful of words she just mashed together to describe Natasha. “Will you keep it down?” you look behind you Nat always told you to be more aware of your surroundings. “And she’s an ex-assassin.” you smirk at your snarky response. she stares at you for a moment. “I see you didn’t deny her being your girlfriend. you two finally made it official?” she gloats knowing the answer already. Natasha hasn’t really made an effort to get to know her, but she knows of her. she’s met her, but as far as friendships and relationships Natasha wasn’t too vocal driven when it came to those things. you were hoping one day she would be able to at least call Jay her friend if not more like the same way you do. Jay was just about to scold you for not telling her sooner when her attention snaps to the steel door behind you both.

Gun shots ring out through the metal walled room. you snap your attention to the sound seeing fellow shield agents on the ground. dead. you look the culprit in the eyes with your gun drawn. “Ward, What the hell are you doing?”

“Agent Y/L/N I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you for a while now. But that’s very hard to do with Romanoff.” what the hell was his problem? he killed fellow shield agents just to confess his feelings for you? You need to start trusting Nat’s intuition, she never liked him. he can see Jay’s finger just itching to shoot him. 

“You know, I never fucking liked you, you always felt like a slimy snake.” he’s unfazed be her insult and narrows in on her.

“Ah, ah, ah, Jay don’t be stupid, you’re out numbered. Now drop the weapons so we can get through this as smoothly and quickly as possible.” you and Jay look at each other deciding on what to do. If ward went dark, then surely shield was on it and you both would be out of here in no time. you both comply with his request and push your weapons across the floor.

“You’ve actually made my mission easier.” A swarm of even more agents follow behind him with guns pointed at you and your best friend, more like sister, Jay. he instructs the agents to restrain you to the metal chair. he halts the agents movements when the attempt to place Jay next you in the other chair. when the restraints are secure, he pulls up a chair sitting across from you and leans forward on the old metal table. 

“Now a little birdie told me that you’re the only one that knows the code.” he nods towards the briefcase. it was true you knew the codes, Coulson somehow trusted you enough to know them. you missed him, a lot. after the battle of New York, it took you some time to even come to terms with his death. you resented the government, and the head of shield. just a bit even if it wasn’t their fault or if it was out of their control to keep Loki here on earth and pay for his crimes. 

“I’m not telling you anything.” you say sternly. 

ward sighs at your response. “I was hoping to do this smoothly y/n.” he takes his gun out and shoots Jay in her leg. you move to help her after the shock has worn off. “Jay!” you halt your movements when you feel the stinging pain of the restraints dig into your skin. Ward turns the gun on you. “You see what you made me do? I don’t like seeing you in pain y/n, but I will if I have to, for the greater good of course.” for the greater good? what the fuck was he talking about? Jay finally chimes into the conversation “Don’t tell him shit y/n!” she says through gritted teeth. you had a feeling even if you did tell him the codes, he would never let you and Jay out of here alive. “Yeah, y/n don’t tell me shit.” he pouts at you mockingly while softly shaking his head. At least not too soon, it takes all the fun out of ripping it out of you. He gives you a sadistic smile. 

“Ward, what the hell is this all about?”  

“It’s about Hydra, it’s always been about Hydra.” you knew he was a little weird, but you never expected him to be this crazy, Hydra was dead. shake your head denying his claims. “Hydra is dead.” you speak with confidence. 

he hums. “Yeahh, looks like Captain America, and Peggy Carter didn’t check for a pulse, because Hydra is still alive and in fact you’ve been doing all the dirty work for Hydra under shields name.” he sees the way his words upset you. 

gives you a fake concerning pout. “I’m sorry.” when you see truth to his words you get enraged. you were living a lie; everything was a lie. “You’re fucking sick! Working with hydra this whole time? You were nothing before shield!”

“Shut up.” he grows annoyed, you know you’ve hit a nerve and you’re going to poke at his insecurity even more. “You’re a coward.” Jay notices the shift in his expression not liking it. she really didn’t have the energy to much, she’s been bleeding out the entire time. “Uh y/n maybe you should-.” she started to tell you to cool it a bit with the insults, but your voice overpowered hers before she could. 

“You had nowhere else to go so you jumped at the chance to belong somewhere.” he interrupts you. “Shut up!” 

“You must’ve been so alone and at your lowest to willingly join Hydra!” he storms toward you and hits you a couple times. you fall to the floor thinking he was going to continue his attack. but he moves next to Jay. “You want to talk about being so alone? he stomps on her wounded leg, as she cries out in pain. you try pulling against the restraints. “Where the hell is Romanoff? hm?” he asks you with sarcasm dripping from his words. “You think she’s going to save you? he grabs a baton stick from one of the hydra agents as he looks to you. you thought he would focus back on you, but you were proved wrong when he started beating Jay over and over with the metal stick. the cries, the pleas and the sound and the contact of the stick hitting her body made you sick to your stomach and there was nothing you could do. 

“Ward stop!” you plead seeing how unhinged and real this moment is.  

“Ohh there is no stopping now y/n.” he says sinisterly before he continues on with his sadistic rant. He walks in front of you with the baton you brace yourself for the impact that never comes. “All you had to do was tell me the code.” he whispers close to your face. 

“Y/n don’t give it to him.” you look at Jay; she knew you were about to cave from the pain and mostly with seeing her like this. 

“I told you I don’t like to see you in pain, but for the greater good I-” he stops talking when your spit makes contact with his face. you want the focus on you. you’d rather take all of the hits instead of Jay especially seeing her already wounded from her leg. so, you try to provoke him.

“You’re a pussy. there is no greater good. you allowed yourself to get manipulated! You dumb ass!” his fists make contact with your face. he kicks you while you’re down on the cold concrete floor. he kneels down in front of you and pulls out a knife. he instructs the idle hydra agents to hold your hands down to the rusty metal table. he cuts the fabrics to your sleeves having your bare skin on display. he drags the knife across your skins lightly just to toy with you a little and when you least expect it he add pressure to the knife as it breaks through your skin. you held on as long as you could he didn’t stop on that arm he made sure to do the same to the other one as well. 

“You still don’t want to tell me the code?” he says calmly. you don’t respond to him. he nods and switches up his tactics. pulling out a lighter and grabbing a steel cup that’s been here for God knows how long. he lights the lighter holding the flame above the rim of the cup. 

“Hold her still !” he hisses to the other agents when you squirm trying to break free somehow. tears fall from your eyes when the hot steel touches your skin. you try holding out for as long as you could. Ward was actually surprised you could last this long, but the burning sensation is nothing you’ve ever felt before and of course, you crack. “Okay! okay! I’ll tell you the code!” he removes the cup immediately and waits for you to tell him. you attempt to catch your breath. You speak faster than you can think spewing out the numbers truthfully. when you stop saying the numbers you notice him not even bothering to open the code to open the briefcase. he notices your curious expression. 

“I have another confession to make y/n.” he leans forward in the chair. “We have a way to get in the briefcase without the code. I was honestly just stalling. I wanted to see if you would give me the code on your own free will. I wanted to see what it took for you to break, I thought you would be a perfect candidate for hydra, but I can clearly see you’re not interested, nor do you even have what it takes to be a true believer.” he sighs as you stare at him. 

“You’re insane!” he didn’t even have to do all of this he could’ve took the briefcase and left he just did it to see you break.

“You want to talk about having nowhere else to go? let’s see how you like it then.” you pinch your brows not knowing what he was going to do but the way he said it made your skin crawl, it actually made you panic. he looks around the room, when his eyes land on something that lights up in his demeanor you try following his line of sight. this whole thing was just a game to him. he pulls out his guns and doesn’t think twice or hesitate to shoot Jay right between her eyes.  your body flinches from the echoing sound of the gun. he looks back to you tilting his head and decides to break you further as you move around trying to free yourself from the restraints. He shoots the gun two more times. “Oops, my finger slipped.” He says with no remorse behind his words.

your body goes cold, your tears blind your view which you don’t know if you should be thankful for or not. “J-ay” you know she wouldn’t be able to survive that, but you won’t believe it, not even with the splatter of her blood that flew on your body. So, you call her name again. “Jordan.” no answer. “Jordan get- up” your voice breaks by the end of your plea. Ward watches you silently, he clearly shows pleasure with your reaction. he lied, he did like to see you in pain and this was getting him off. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” you scream through hot tears streaming from your face. you ignore the pain from the wound he inflicted on you. this pain was much more stronger than any torture effects someone could ever put you through. 

“Enjoy your time with being lonely.” he whispers as he steps away from you grabbing a bag. he goes into it and pulls out a bottle of water. he holds it up to your line of sight before putting it on the metal table across the room. “I’m feeling generous enough to leave you with some water.” he eyes you over one more time. “I have some snacks in here as well that I could give you, it just depends on how bad you want them.” you spit at him again. “Fuck you.” you say harshly. 

He chuckles as he wipes his face. “Well, I was hoping you would, but I guess I need to take a hint.” he ends his reply with a tight-lipped smile before he and the hydra agents leave the room, and you can hear the faint click of the door from the outside. you had no weapons, no way to have communication, you were battered, bruised, damaged, and grieving. you cry, scream and shout all the way until the point of exhaustion.

When you awake the room is dark there was never really any light coming through the small window too small for you to crawl through and escape. you get the willpower to look in that direction. releasing an uncontrollable sob, she was gone. your best friend was gone and died right in front of you. she died because of you. when you finally calm down enough you settle for staring at the corner of the room, you didn’t have anything to cover her lifeless face from staring at you. it wouldn’t matter anyway you’ll forever have this image in your brain. 

you lose count of the time, you lose count of the day, you grow hungry and tired as your best friend starts the process of leaving this life completely. you don’t count how many times you’ve thrown up from the smell in this confined room, you were honestly waiting to be saved. no one forgot about you, did they? Natasha wouldn’t forget about you right? you start to think maybe she did forget about you. you start drifting away again, you can faintly hear movement and voices. your body falls limp being freed from the restraints.

you feel the touch of someone else telling you to open your eyes. “Hey, kiddo stay with us.” you only have enough energy to crack your eyelids a little and what lies on the other side gives you confirmation that you’re crossing over to the other side. “Coulson?” you say weakly before passing out again.  

///

It took 3 weeks. 3 weeks to find your location. you want to be angry. you should be angry, but a lot went on outside of the confined walls that you got familiar with these past 3 weeks. Shield was compromised, Shield had been compromised since the day it was formed. You were working for the enemy this whole time. In this case, you turning over a new leaf was just dropping that said leaf and picking it back up from a pile that you thought was a new one but its the same tainted toxic leaf.

“Natasha wait- she doesn’t look the best right now maybe you should come back when she’s awake or something. I’ll call and-” It’s quiet for a moment until the sound of a loud echo has people turning their heads and preparing to jump in if needed. she slapped Clint. how could she not for what just came out of mouth. she hasn’t seen you in weeks. barley eating settling on the bare minimum water and a snack. she hasn’t slept. she’s never felt this sleep deprived since she first escaped the red room. “I don’t care about that right now, she needs me in there who knows what kind of shit they put her through. I swear if you don’t move out my way Clint, you’ll end up with more than just a slap.”

 her voice is stern; he’s surprised she’s not yelling. She’s internally screaming and having a breakdown and it will probably come to surface once she sees how bad things really are with you behind that door. she’s staring him down. he hasn’t seen her blink at all in the last 2 minutes. he clears his throat and moves from in front of the door. Natasha instantly rushes in the room. and to say the air was knocked out of her was downplaying things a stark contrast to the breathing tube that was down your throat right now. the bruises, cuts and burn marks. you were left to die in that abandoned warehouse.

she takes a breath for the first time since she’s been in this room. and finally gains the courage to step closer to you, seeing everything up close tugs on her heartstrings even more. she’s blaming herself. for not being there, for not finding you sooner, for moving into new territory with the Avengers Initiative. although you never spoke against her joining the team and stepping back from regular shield duties, she still felt guilty. she felt guilty for trying to be better even when you just encouraged her to keep going, to keep saving the world when it gets too much for the simple small people. she gets angry at whoever was assigned on this mission with you. what the hell were they doing? If she was with you there would be no second guessing, no hesitation, no doubt that she wouldn’t do everything in her power to protect you. to have your back throughout anything she would have your six covered. but she also knows the circumstances. are different no one could’ve predicted this happening. predicted Hydra.

clint finally decides to enter the room shutting the door behind him; he’s surprised Natasha left it open. he breaks the silence, his eyes water seeing you like this.

“Nat it’s okay to let it out you don't have to hold it in. maybe you should take a seat you’ve been standing in that same spot for hours.” ...nothing. he moves closer to hold her hand hoping it will ground her and bring her back to reality. 

“Nat-”

“No, don’t touch me.” she snatches her hand away from his not wanting comfort, she doesn’t deserve it right now. if she deserves it at all, when you’re the only thing on her mind. the only thing that’s been on her mind for weeks. If anybody deserves comfort, it’s you.

“I know she’s hurting and you’re hurting because of it but you have to take care of yourself too. At least order some food and eat. please! she wouldn’t want you to be neglecting yourself like this.”

“My Girlfriend is sitting in a hospital bed with bruises, cuts, marks, and skin that I don’t even recognize, and you want me to have a fucking buffet meal in front of her?”

“While she’s laying here unconscious and with machines hooked up to her?” she was finally letting out some anger letting out her emotions.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying Nat....you need to be strong and be there for her when she wakes up. she’s going to need you now more than ever.”

“Can you at least sit down or try getting fresh air by the window? staring at her like this. In this state isn’t healthy.” she ignores him as much as she wants to, she can’t tear her eyes away from you afraid that if she does, you’ll disappear. that you’ll leave her. 

“I’m staying with you. Now.” he grabs two chairs and sits them beside each other “Sit your ass down! I’m calling the kitchen to bring you up a peanut butter sandwich, at least.” she doesn’t protest and sits down on the chair with weak knees and waits for the food to arrive. she finally eats. After a few minutes of silence apart from the beeping machine. tears start taking over her view of sight.

“Clint I can’t-.” she turns to face him with her bottom lip quivering. “I know and you’re not going to.” he brings her into a much needed and overdue hug where she cries her heart out to the point of her being exhausted.

When morning comes Nat wakes up to her natural instincts kicking in, jumping up from her seat and grabbing a manly figure. “What are you doing?” She pulls the doctor by his coat and presses a scalpel against his neck.

“Nat calm down! when the hell did you get a scalpel?” Clint jolts awake to the scene in front of him. he was slightly delayed not really hearing the moment Nat turned on her black widow mindset.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I need to know what he’s doing to her.” she has to be more aware now. More than ever now that hydra was back-. now that hydra is out in the open, since they never truly left. she still can’t wrap her head around it. she can’t trust anyone and assume they have good intentions.

She turns her attention back on the man. “You need to announce any and everything you’re going to do to her so I can watch you and be aware. You got it?” the doctor quickly nods his head yes to be released from the widow’s grip.

“I- I apologize I was just removing her breathing tube; she should be fine to breath on her own now. I didn’t mean to upset or scare you.”

“Well, that’s great news! see Nat she’s fighting.” he smiles turning to Nat while the doctor gets everything prepped.

“Damn, right she is.” she releases a breath of relief and holds your hand tightly.

When you come to again you can tell you’re in a new surrounding and you feel warm. You feel the warmth of a hand that has a vice grip on you and if you were more aware of your senses and had the strength you would snatch your hand back. But its familiar, you know before you open your eyes that Natasha is the culprit of the vice grip. she found you, she came back for you. finally getting the strength to open your eyes more you find her sitting by your side staring out in the open space. you decide to let her know you woke up by attempting to squeeze her hand, which you fail at, but she still feels the twitch of your bruised fingers against hers. 

Natasha jumps out of her seat at the feel of your finger twitching in her hand. she really wanted to launch forward and never let you go. “Hey, I’m here.” she gently pushes her face into your neck, it wasn’t your normal scent, but she didn’t care. 

“I’m here.” she leans back inspecting your face once more. placing a gentle kiss to your cheek that’s not bruised and goes back to her previous position. “You’re safe.” she mumbles into your skin quietly over and over again until the door swings open tearing her attention away from you. it was Clint, he stops in his tracks seeing you awake, he quickly tells Natasha that we would go find the doctor or a nurse to check on you.

It’s been a few days since you’ve woken up from the pits of emptiness and darkness. you haven’t said a word, not one word. you barely blink, you don’t eat the food being brought in for you by the nurses. They have to settle on giving you a feeding tube. You ignore Clint. You ignore Natasha.

“What’s wrong with her?” Maybe it was insensitive to say it that way and to say it in front of you instead of pulling the doctor aside, but she didn’t have time to be coy. she needs things to be straightforward. she didn’t want anything sugarcoated, not after everything that’s happened within the last few weeks. 

“She’s in a state of shock.”

“What needs to happen for her to get out of it?”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. she has to do it on her own.”

“It’s not uncommon, especially in the situation she’s been in, just be patient and give it time.” That wasn’t going to ease Nat’s mind, she was grateful that you’re up and that she can see your eyes again, but to see you in that bed damn near lifeless is killing her. “And what if she doesn’t snap out of it?”

He gives her a sympathetic tight-lipped smile. as long as she’s known you, you have always been strong enough to fight through challenging obstacles. was she insane for thinking that you could surpass this? she wasn’t prepared for the worst or what would potentially come out of the doctor’s mouth next. Natasha is finally pulled from her spiral when the doctor responds. 

“Then we’ll discuss other options.”

She doesn’t care for his lack of detail and neither does Clint he speaks before Natasha has the chance to. “Other options like what?”

All you can think about is that moment you watched your best friend die, the moment you smelled your own flesh burn, the moment when all you could smell was the deteriorating body of someone who brought so much life and sunshine to wherever they went. You watched that sunshine and life literally drain and leave her body for days. 21 days to exact. Despite you not speaking Natasha still talks to you every day. About any and everything she can think of. she even talks about a new conspiracy theory for one of your shared tv shows that you two love to watch when you have the time. hoping that would get you to at least look at her instead of through her. It doesn’t work. nothing worked but she didn’t want you held hostage in this hospital. you both would have to find a new place to stay since shield was the only place you two could call home.

Clint welcomes you and Nastasha to stay at his house for as long as you both wanted. since shield wasn’t your home anymore, or rather hydra infected your home like a virus downloading onto a computer. slowly damaging the hard drive before shutting everything down all at once. she tried to repair you as much as she could but there was no repairing you. there was no repairing what happened to you and definitely not what happened to Jay. 

today much like any other day you felt low. you were back in that cold metal room. confined to that chair and on the floor next to you was your decomposing best friend. Natasha comes into the room when it’s time for your medicine she normally leaves after, she couldn’t see you like this any longer she was near her breaking point of shutting down herself. she injects the needle into your IV drip and does her other routine check-ins to make sure you’re comfortable. you stare out into open space, the only indication she has that you’re still on this earth is the faint rise and fall of the blanket laying on top of you. when she’s done with everything, she needs to do to care for you she leans down to your level.

“I love you, Angel.” it took a lot from her to say those words. you never pushed her to say them even though you said it without any doubt, you knew you were in love with her. Natasha learned more about her feelings throughout the relationship, but she still never said the words flat out, until now. she kisses your cheek as she turns around to leave but she stops in her footsteps when she feels your hand in hers. gripping her as tightly as you can. 

“I love you too, Redd.” you say dryly, not using your voice for what felt like years was beyond uncomfortable.  she turns around to face you with tears in her eyes. “Stay.” you say while squeezing her hand again. she nods once and carefully gets into bed with you. she gives you enough space in the bed not wanting to smother you or overwhelm you after finally breaking through your stagnate state. 

Your sleeping schedule was ruined as well, because how could you get a good nights sleep when you thought your mind was playing tricks on you? You jolts from your sleep and Natasha is quick to check in on you. She rarely slept anyway always checking your heat beat. Always looking for the subtle rise and fall of the blanket. She sits up waiting for you to gather your thoughts. She doesn’t reach out to touch you. She did that once and you completely panicked. You finally get the words to come out as you remembered something that happened that day.

“I-I saw Coulson, he helped me and then I- just remember darkness.” Natasha gives you a tightlipped smile, you had the hardest time with Coulson’s death. 

“Baby, Coulson’s dead, remember? maybe you-” you cut her off with much hostility laced in your voice. “Maybe what? hm? you think I’m crazy?” you say with a hard gaze. “You think I’m going insane? I know what I saw!” Natasha tries de-escalating the situation as best as she can. “I’m just saying you were trapped in that room for 3 weeks going in and out of consciousness.” you shake your head trying not to put images to her words. you try and you fail. it became too much for you. 

Natasha steps into action when you start slapping your forehead repeatedly.  “No, no, no.” you mumble under your breath. she takes you in a strong embrace as you both sink onto the bed, she rocks you back and forth trying to sooth you as best she can. “I saw him Nat, I saw him, He came to help me.” you sob the last few words. you were nearly on the verge of death when Coulson showed up. he would’ve taken you with him if Natasha, Sharon and the other agents wouldn’t have showed up. “Shhh okay, I believe you. I believe you.” you look up at her through thick eyelashes.  “You do?” she nods as her eyes go teary as well. “Yeah.” your lips quiver as you try pushing the words out of your mouth. “You don’t think I’m crazy?” she kisses your lips. 

“No, angel, you’re not crazy.” she was so caught up in everything she forgot to think about how Nick died right in front of her eyes, but that was deemed to be some sort of Houdini trick so she can’t say whether you saw Coulson or not. but it wouldn’t be the craziest thing in the world. The first day after your breakthrough was a rollercoaster one that Nat thought she was prepared for, but she didn’t know how to handle this. this wasn’t an easy fix. between the many arguments, the mutual tears, and mutual frustrations it was clear that Natasha couldn’t do anything to help you on her own, you needed help from a professional. 

Helping you bathe was the tip of the iceberg upon seeing your wounds and your skin for the first time since that day. you wanted to see the damage underneath the bandages. Natasha thought it was a bad idea and she was correct. upon her denying your request you started unraveling them yourself and what your eyes were met with had you breaking down on the bathroom floor. 

Natasha catches you and comforts you for as long as you allowed her to. until you get annoyed with her touch. other times when it was time to change the bandages and let your burn wounds get some air, you wanted to keep them hidden. Not wanting them on display, not wanting the kids to see them. not wanting to feel the pain of remembering that feeling on your skin. it made your skin crawl, it made you panic. So, Natasha made a compromise to give you loose long-sleeved shirts, jackets or flannels depending on the weather, to keep them hidden. 

Natasha didn’t know what to do. some days you wanted her comfort, her touch, and other days you wanted to tell her to fuck off and stop treating you like you were broken. The words never came out while you were being held hostage by your own mind. now that you were more aware and alert to move your own body, things got difficult. you still refused to eat some days. somethings just made you sick to your stomach; you couldn’t stand the smell of meat. 

You couldn’t be around when Laura cooked. the sight of the flame from the stove triggered you. it taunted you with that lighter Ward held to your skin. it seems like you really just gave Natasha a hard time trying to help. somedays you allowed it and welcomed it and the other days you got so erratic that Laura had to step in and take over instead. you hated watching yourself through the mirror you were no longer the same. you were staring at a stranger. 

It was going to take a lot of blood sweat and tears to even get you close to being normal again. really you would describe it as tolerable, you want to be tolerable again and not feel like a burden. to not feel broken and feel like shit for not doing enough to save Jordan. you hated this new person. all the things you used to love, you hated, because now it was added on to the long list of triggers. You were in fact broken and it all stemmed from a security breach that shield allowed to take place right under their nose.

#natasha romanoff x black!reader #natasha x fem!reader #stranger au #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff angst

[kangofu-cb]

Hello! Just your winterhawk wonderland gifter here with a few questions!!

1) in your prompts you included 'found family holiday celebration' -- is there a holiday in particular you'd prefer?

2) what are your top 5 favorite tropes?

3) other than Clint and Bucky, what other characters are you most fond of? Kate? Nat? Lucky? Steve? Someone else?

4) which 'verse interpretation/look do you prefer for Clint and Bucky? Or are you ok with a mashup?

Hope you're well and that your winter is off to a great start! 💜🎁❤️

Hey there friend! Sorry if this took a long time to answer ??? Tumblr didn’t notify me and also my life is insane.

A N Y W A Y

Very excited for this exchange, here are the best answers I can give you (disclaimer: I did not say they were good answers)

1. Not really!!!!!! I like found families and I like holidays! Maybe not Valentine’s Day I guess?

2. Only one bed, fake dating for the mission, oh no I don’t hate you I LIKE LIKE you, we’re oblivious “”””best friends”””””, Clint Barton crymaxes (okay that one is Word of God)

3. Oh Nat, 100%, it’s not even close there’s no competition. I guess after that Steve has kind of grown on me and Lucky the pizza dog is always a delight.

4. Fraction Clint, comic!Bucky with mashup of MCU!Bucky Tragique Backstory (kind of any formulation of Bucky is good tbh except for the one where he was Cap’s kid sidekick, as long as Bucky is shorter than Clint this is very important to me)

I hope this helps and I’m sorry if it doesn’t! I’m a simple creature of simple needs and mostly I just need tol!clint smol!bucky and some kind of happiness for my tortured angst ridden deranged little men.

Anyway have a great winter and happy holidays if you celebrate them and I hope you have fun creating something!

#cb answers #anonymous #exchange stuff

[chelleztjs18]

I'm great actually! These past few weeks have felt like a dream and I really can't get enough of it :)

Oh no D: I'm sorry to hear that! That all sounds draining and shitty in general tbh

Ah same, I hate summer with a passion simply because of the heat. I can't stand it so I'm stoked that summer is ending as well! I've always loved thunderstorms, so that actually sounds super dope. I'm still in Michigan (I think I told you? I'm not sure either lol) but it rains a lot here and I always enjoy it :)

I'm a little sad to see Lost In Assistance go if I'm being honest, I think I grew so attached to them that it's hard to see them go.. They better get their happy ending because they deserve it after all they've been through 😭

I read your Nat fic and it was lovely! R being drunk added a bit of lightheartedness to it which was fun. The angst? Chef's kiss, you nailed it. Think my favorite part of it was when R wanted Wanda to "fix her" up, it made me laugh and the banter was soo good, it felt v real :) I see you have another one coming soon n I'm looking forward to it!

Okay, now for your dark Wanda fic. This one was a TRIP to say the least. Obviously when you go into dark fics, you know to expect wild stuff, but this was something. The build-up was enjoyable, then Chad's dumbass being brought along for the ride (his last😭) was just crazy, then to tie it all off with Wanda messing with your memories was good. I liked it a lot.. which probably sounds a bit insane but oh well

I write for all three actually, though I technically haven't posted anything for Nat yet, I'm hoping to change that soon (er or later with the way this writer's block is going 🙃)

I know this response is kinda sorta late (time moves very fast) and I do apologize! I plan on talking to you more often from now on! I hope life has been treating you decently as of late despite everything that's happened :>

- 🗿 <3

Hiiii you!

How are you and how is everything with you?

I'm so glad to hear back from you! Sorry for the delayed but I'm excited to answer your ask!

I'm so glad to hear that you are great. Oh what happened these past few weeks? Can I guess? You sound like you are in love and just got into a relationship. :D just a wild guess. But pls do tell me what happened the past few weeks to you? I would love to hear your happy story too, if you are comfortable with it.

Yes, at that time was pretty bad for me. I was emotionally drained but when I felt better, I got covid. It was one after another but I'm okay now even though I still feel something funny with my throat and cough a bit.

I know, right? Summer is draining. especially if it has high humidity. I heard that winter here even if it's snowy, we still have chances of tornadoes. It's crazy. It says that it can get really cold here. So i'm looking forward to it, even though it might be too cold for me but it's still better than summer. lol

I start to like Oklahoma more though. I once went back to California, it was good for food wise and met families / friends again but if I compared to this small country-ish city where I live now, I like it better than California. It's because after I live here for few months, the hectic vibe, crowd and traffic felt worse. haha. So I see the silver line from moving to Oklahoma. I think I'm sensitive with situation that has too many people or too much noise. It gives me anxiety. Especially if it's too many people/crowd, it makes me feel trapped and claustrophobic. n it gets worse when there is too much noise.

Does sound or noise can gives you headache/anxiety too? I will explain more in the next ask, after you. :)

Also, I think I forgot to share you the news that 3 months ago, I got my U.S citizenship! Yaay!

About Lost In Assistance, yes it is sad for me too that it's almost over and on the last chapter. I'm working on it but too be honest it is so hard to jump back in writing ch.65 . I don't know why, maybe subconsciously I don't want it to end? Not sure. But I gotta get it done. About the ending, hmmm I'm not gonna give you spoiler. lol. Do they get happy ending? We'll see.. hahaha. :D also thank you for being attached to that story. I appreciate it.

Yaaaay, I'm glad you read my first Nat fic and you enjoyed it. It was fun writing it. I was actually nervous if people would love it or not but so far it gets pretty good responds and I appreciate every single of it. It was my first Nat fic and it felt a little weird in a good way also interesting to write Wanda as R's best friend because I have always write her as R's love interest.

And yes, I actually have 2 more Nat fics coming. I hope you will like them as well.

Oh, my first dark Wanda fic, It is actually one of fics that I'm really proud writing it. I love that fic because it was my original idea and the "darkness" of it came out as how I wanted / pictured it. Haha don't worry, I don't think it's insane if you like it a lot. I'm thinking it is more insane that I enjoyed writing it. lol. I have 2 dark Wanda dark fics and also another one that's my original idea as well.

Oh, that's good that you write for 3 of them. I'm sorry you have a writer block. I really wish I could help. Brainstorming is fun.

Don't worry about replying me late, I understand. I sometimes reply late too. I'm looking forward to talk with you more often and will reply faster. I'm doing okay, still have ups and downs in my days. Today I had a situation with one weird cringey follower in Wattpad that I have to talk a little harder for her to stop messaging me and I had to block her. Other than that, everything is okay. Same shit different days. lol

Talk soon! Cheerio!

#🗿 anon #chellez answers #lovely anon

[spookyblackwidow]

Nat x Reader request

Author’s note: this is my first ever attempt at writing a reader insert, but I did my best to keep the character as neutral as possible! Enjoy some fluff at a party with the team <3

Luminous

1622 words

“Ready to go?” You smile at Nat, her blue minidress sparkling in the bathroom lights. She sighs, sets down her lipstick, and flashes you a coy grin.

“What if we stayed here instead?”

“Hmm,” you arch an eyebrow as you take in her final look—the long legs, plunging neckline, and loose curls, “tempting, but you look far too good not to be seen.”

“But it’s just a stupid party,” she pouts, batting her eyes in that ridiculously over the top way you claim to hate, although it usually worked.

“Not this time, Nat. Clint insisted that we at least make an appearance, and I have a feeling my life will be much easier if your best friend doesn’t hate me.”

“Fine,” she groans, “but if anyone even mentions bringing out the karaoke machine, we’re leaving.”

“What, not in the mood to watch Tony attempt some classic rock while absolutely plastered?” you laugh.

“Ugh, I saw enough at his 40th to last a lifetime.” Natasha shudders but fails to hide a slight smirk. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen her pretend she didn’t care for Tony, but this was her worst bluff yet. You wonder if she’d cracked open the vodka without you in preparation for this event; unfortunately, she holds her liquor well and rarely shows definitive signs of intoxication, so there was no way to tell how many drinks she’d had.

In order to protect his safehouse from inevitable damage, Clint had called everyone to the Avengers compound under the guise of team bonding, not that they necessarily needed it. He’d tasked you with luring Nat there, as she isn’t particularly keen on socializing, especially not with people outside her immediate circle of friends.

She grumbles all the way from the car into the compound. Most of it’s in Russian, but you don’t need to ask what’s upsetting her.

“Welcome! You’re only,” Clint glances at his watch, “32 minutes late! That might be a new record, Nat!”

“You’re lucky I’m here at all. But now that we’ve arrived, I can leave at any time and not feel a shred of guilt, so keep it up, I dare you.” Natasha winks at him and heads for the bar, where she ushers the bartender away and starts mixing her own drink.

“How much has she already had?” Clint drops his voice to a whisper as he hugs you.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” you shrug. “But hey, at least she’s here. Wouldn’t want her to miss the celebration.”

You make your way around the room, politely greeting the rest of the guests before settling in on a barstool next to Nat and Maria.

“Now, this may just be a rumor, but I heard he has an issue with toast being cut diagonally,” Maria laughs.

“Think that applies to other types of bread? I’m tired of losing my lunch to all these boys.”

“It may only discourage Nick, but it’s worth a shot, right?”

“Busy conspiring against the boss?” you ask.

“Always!” Nat winks. “Maria, if you’ll excuse us a moment.” She leads you away from the others, down a dim hallway and into a training room. The lights flicker on in rows, revealing an arsenal of weapons. You’re finally close enough to smell the vodka seeping from her pores, to see the faint glaze in her eyes, and you start to panic, knowing she’s gone too far.

“Nat, love, let’s go back to the party, maybe get some water?”

“Shh, it’s fine. I’ve had way more than this and survived, it’s kind of an annual tradition. Besides, if Clint didn’t want me to get drunk tonight, he wouldn’t have stocked the bar with my favorites.” She reaches out to intertwine your fingers, tugging you even closer. With her other hand she smooths the worry lines across your forehead. “I’m fine, I promise.”

She kisses you gently, slowly, and pulls away, leaving you desperate for more. With a teasing wink, she slips through the doors, leaving you in the middle of the nearly empty room. You regain your composure and follow, back to the bright lights and animated chatter of the party.

Thor is in the corner daring Tony to lift Mjolnir, egging him on to see if the suit will help. Curled up on a couch nearby are Pepper and Rhodey, deep in discussion, but each keeping a close eye on their best friend and the Asgardian. Bursts of laughter draw your attention to the bar, where Maria, Sam, Clint, and Bucky are loudly cracking jokes with an increasingly embarrassed Steve. Nick and Bruce appear to be discussing schematics for new tech at a table across the room, which would seem odd if it were anyone else, but in the time that you’d known them, you’d never really seen those two loosen up.

You scan the room again, certain you’d somehow missed her, but discover that Nat’s nowhere to be found.

“She’ll come back, when she’s ready.” Clint sidles up beside you and hands you a glass of champagne. “You know this is a big deal for her, even being here today. Give her space to sober up a bit and calm down.”

“She didn’t seem mad,” you shake your head, “just suspicious that I know.”

“As long as they don’t,” Clint nods toward the other guests, “she’ll be fine.”

You make the rounds again, doing your best to bond with these wonderful people you hope will be in your life forever. Pepper and Rhodey commiserate with you over dealing with a loved one being a stubborn ass at times, although you have to acknowledge that they have it worse; Natasha could be completely unwilling to compromise, but she was much less likely to behave recklessly.

As you rise from the couch, Thor calls you over and tries to goad you into lifting Mjolnir, but, much like your girlfriend, you aren’t sure that’s something you want to know. Instead, you smile at Tony, his repulsors on full blast, the magical hammer refusing to budge whatsoever.            

“The physics of it don’t make any sense!” he yells, releasing his grip and finally quieting the hands of his suit.

“That’s because you’re relying on such primitive knowledge!” Thor laughs. “See, what you consider magic is quite simply science so advanced, your realm likely won’t understand it for another thousand years or so, at the rate you’re going. You may be smart on Earth, but the genius of Asgardians—”

Fearing an incredibly technical argument above your pay grade, you slink away to join the group at the bar.

“—and he looked at her, eyes wide, like a fucking deer in the headlights, completely silent, until she gave up and asked someone else to dance!” Bucky claps a hand on Steve’s shoulder and throws his head back, practically cackling.

“Okay, Buck, I think that’s enough about pre-serum me.” Steve smiles weakly, his cheeks tinged red.

“Pre-serum?” Sam chuckles. “Man, he could’ve said that was last week and I would’ve believed him!”

“Making fun of Steve again?” Nat’s voice, low and rough, startles you, but months of her intentionally sneaking up on you has taught you not to jump. She wraps her arms around your waist, her head resting between your shoulder blades.

“Welcome back to the party, Nat.” Clint grins. “Got any stories you’d like to share?”

“Well,” without relinquishing contact, she slips around you to stand at your side, “there was this one time in New York…”

The details of her stories would seem exaggerated if you didn’t know the realities of their abilities and jobs. You spend the next hour or so laughing along with the others, blissfully unaware your time together is quickly drawing to a close.

“Hey, anyone want to break out the kar—” Tony yells, but Natasha is dragging you outside before he can finish his ill-fated question. Clint comes running after you, his tie flipping up over his shoulder as he jogs.

“Wait!”

To your surprise, Natasha actually stops and lets go of your arm, even starts walking back toward the building as if this all was anticipated. They embrace and whisper a few words to each other in a language you can’t hear well enough to identify. Clint smiles at you before heading back inside at a leisurely pace.

Nat’s quiet as you climb into the car, the toll of so much social interaction weighing on both of you, although you know the night’s not over yet. What comes next scares you more than it should, but you will your heart to slow, beg your voice to stay steady.

“Nat? Would you grab something out of the glovebox for me?”

“What could you possibly need—”

“Please?”

She sighs heavily and opens the compartment to discover a flat black box tied with a red satin ribbon. She shoots you a quizzical look as she loosens the bow. Inside sits a dainty silver chain with a single round charm, five small diamonds set at the points of an engraved design.

“It’s the constellation Delphinus,” you start to explain.

“Named after the dolphin Poseidon sent out to find Amphitrite,” she finishes the thought and traces the engraving with the tip of her finger. When she looks up at you, she’s smiling softly, her eyes brimming with tears. “How did you…?”

“Clint told me because he knew you wouldn’t.”

“Of course,” she laughs, wiping at her eyes. “How many other secrets has he shared?”

“Just the one, I promise.” You reach over and give her hand a reassuring squeeze. She gently kisses you, the bracelet slipping from her free hand as she moves to hold the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Happy birthday, Nat.”

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[mydelicatepov]

Needy

Summary: Getting denied by Bucky turns you into a brat and punishment occurs.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 13.8K (idk what happened)

Warnings: angst, light fluff, dom!bucky (he is pretty soft tbh), oral sex (f/m recieving), spanking w/ paddle, daddy kink, little bit of degradation, use of sex toys, edging, f being tied up, petnames, needysub!reader, orgasm control, unprotected sex, little bit of cock warming, use of 'yellow' safe word, mild subspace (i hope thats everything!)

18+ ONLY - NO MINORS !!!!

Notes: uh hey, this is like my first fic that i have written since i was like 14. This has been in my head for like weeks now and yes i am aware that it is mostly pure smut, don't judge me and my horny brain. anyways, i felt the need to write it and its far too long but oh well. Enjoy!

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Teaser:

“Little girl, I do not give you permission to get yourself off, that pleasure is mine, not yours.”

“I can happily fuck your face if you don’t do your job correctly, but I was letting you off a little by letting you go at your own pace”

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Being denied is an interesting and frustrating thing, you can never understand what it does to your brain, it’s like all of a sudden, a switch in your brain turns on and your entire personality changes to being a horny brat. The first two times of being denied weren’t Bucky’s fault, they were justified, but by the third time, you were so frustrated that you took it out on him, which he didn’t like at all. Three Days Ago, It’s been two weeks since you have seen Bucky. With him being a part of the Avengers, you had become used to being away from him while he was on a mission, but it still doesn’t make it any easier when he is gone. He makes you stay at the Tower in case something happens, and you are more protected there than at your apartment. You love staying at the tower, it truly is your second home, you just much prefer it when everyone is home.

The team is expected back at the Tower any minute now. You cannot wait to be in his arms and just have him close to you for the first time in 14 days, everything seems to be at an equilibrium when you’re with him and you miss that feeling. Like it appears out of nowhere, you hear the sound of the Quinjet landing and immediately, your body gets a sense of excitement and nerves for seeing Bucky, without even realising what your body is doing, you make my way up to the landing strip and wait for the team to walk out of the jet.

You haven’t heard about how the mission went, but if something goes wrong, you are typically informed in-advanced, so like you do every time you’re waiting for them to come back, you are just silently hoping for the best outcome. Firstly, you see Natasha walking out of the jet, she is walking perfectly fine with that fierce strut that she always has but by the look in her eyes, she is ready to sleep in her own bed. “Hey girl, it’s so lovely to see your face” Nat walks to you giving you a big and comforting hug. You had missed the team so much and you were so excited to catch up with them all, but you had more important things to do first.

Sam and Steve walk out of the jet and towards you, they both give you a hug and kiss on the cheek. Your heart is suddenly racing with worry and questioning why he is the last one out of the jet. Seeing your worried face, Steve says “He’s fine, just a bit tired” “But god, he is so excited to see you, if I have to hear about him talk about missing you any longer, I’m going to shoot him and then myself” Sam groans, making your chuckle but feel so much better. You’re so glad that they all came home safely. “Piss off Sam, I’m allowed to miss my girl. You are just jealous that I have someone to come home too and you don’t” The sound of his voice makes you soften, even when it sounds grumpy, it’s still your favourite voice in the world. At your first look at him, he looks perfectly fine with no injuries but when staring at him for a little while, you can see his tired eyes and the little sluggish walk he has, showing that his body is tired and sore, it looks like he can feel the weight of his metal arm more than usual. But the moment he looks at you, his beautiful Brooklyn smile is at full beam. “Hey Darling” Bucky smiles and wraps his arms around your body, you feel him melt into your hold and sigh out loud like he does every time he has home from a mission. “Hey Buck, how was the mission?”

“It went good, so happy to be home though” Bucky pulls back to look at you face better and to fit his slightly chapped lips onto yours. “I missed you”

“I missed you too” Later on, after everyone had settled to their own rooms for the night and Bucky had taken a long and needed shower, you are both lying in bed and completely melted into each other’s arms. You and Bucky slept in many different positions, the two most common is you laying on his chest or being spooned by him. But every single time after a mission, you both lay on your sides with your foreheads lightly touching and legs all tangled together so you can steal kisses every now and then. You think you two lay in this position so you can look and admire each other’s faces after not seeing each other for a while. You like to gently caress his face; the feeling comforts the both of you. You can see that he needs to rest but after staring at his face and feeling his body, your need for him become strong. You begin to shift your hips and start to place sweet kisses on his cheeks and lips trying to make it clear as possible that you want him. His metal hand comes to your hips to halt your actions “Baby, I truly want you, but I am so tired, can we just get some sleep, and this can continue in the morning?”

“Of course” “I’m sorry” “Don’t be” you whisper, giving him a peck on his lips and then settling into the crook of his neck. “I love you sweet girl” “I love you too Buck, I’m so happy you’re home” That was the first time you were denied, and Bucky wasn’t able to complete his promise of continuing in the morning as your sleep was disrupted far too early by Steve. “You have to go don’t you” you sleepily groan, trying to grip on to him so he stays in your bed. “I’m sorry Darling, I have reports to do and other shit with Steve” Bucky weakly smiles at you. “I’ll make it up to you I promise” With a kiss on your forehead, he was gone. Two Days Ago, You have not seen Bucky all day today, you know he said that he would make it up to you, but you couldn’t see it happening today. You just got him back from a mission and it’s like he is still gone. Of course, you understand that he has a job to do but its 7pm and you still haven’t seen him since this morning. You don’t understand what Steve still needs from him. Even if you weren’t here, Bucky deserves to have the day off to recover. You have texted him asking if he is having dinner with you, which you got a short response of just ‘Yes’ so begun to cook dinner hoping that he will come home before you finished. You hear the small sound of the elevator, announcing that someone had arrived on your floor, you watch your boyfriend stroll in looking at a folder with an intense look on his face. You can tell that he is stressed about something. Finally, he looks up at you, “Hey honey”

“Hey, is everything okay?” “Yeah, of course” Bucky just shrugs and puts the folder on the bench “Come and give me a kiss”

After double checking that everything your cooking is okay, you walk over to Bucky and slip into his arms to give him a kiss. Bucky places his hands into your hair to deepen the kiss which makes you feel dizzy in the best way. “You still owe me a continuation of last night” You mention after a few heart clenching kisses Bucky chuckles “Yes you needy girl, I am aware of that and I will give you what you need after dinner” You grab his hips pushing him into yours, slipping your hands down to his firm butt “It’s been 15 days, excuse me for being needy” “Did you follow my rules baby?” “Yes” You whisper into his lips.

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy, I followed your rules” “Good girl” Bucky smirked very pleased with your words.

One of the things that you learnt very quickly about Bucky is that is a greedy and controlling lover but in the best and loving way. He is also very kinky which matches you perfectly. Bucky has one main rule, which is that he has to give you the permission for every orgasm you have, he loves knowing that he has control over such an intimate act. This rule can be very challenging since he goes away on missions for somethings weeks or one time a month but over the time that you have known each other, you both found ways to ease the struggles of his rule, you have had many Facetime, phone calls or even texts to make sure that you both get what we want – you an orgasm and him to have control. “I really hated that we had zero communication on that mission.” You signed, “14 days has been far too long” “or you are just a greedy girl” “or most people don’t have someone else controlling when they are allowed to come or not”

“That is true, but you do so you’ll just have to wait until I’m nice enough to give you permission” He smirks at you, this makes you pull out of his grip to check on the food. The faster we have dinner, the faster you can get the release you need. “I better get that permission tonight” “Or what, little girl?” His words make your body heat up and you get a great need to clench your thighs together. God, you had missed him. Bucky looks at you with a straight face, but you can see by his eyes that there is a hint of tensing at his words. Bucky is typically a very giving lover and he loves making you come as often as you can but sometimes, he really enjoys making you work for his permission. “Or nothing Daddy” you smile sweetly at him; not want anything coming between you and hitting that sweet spot tonight. After dinner is finished, you both clean the kitchen and get ready for bed. Your body is waiting in anticipation for tonight, but you try your hardest to not look so desperate for him. “Join me for a shower?” Bucky asks putting his hand out for you to take. Showering together is something that you had been doing since the early days of your relationship. Most of the time, it’s nothing but innocent comfort and just having time to yourselves. You are hoping that tonight won’t be so innocent. You let Bucky guide you to the bathroom and you begin to undress yourself, while he turns on the shower and then does the same. You are are only looking at each other with a strong gaze, he tilts his head at you with a smirk on his face when he realises that your chest is raising a little higher than normal. “Are you expecting something during this shower sweet girl?” Bucky chuckles at me when you just shrug, obviously you are expecting something but not wanting to jinx anything.

You both get in the shower and allow the water to fall over your bodies, your gaze is still on him making your heart race. Both stood under the water looking at each other for a total of 30 seconds before you were roughly pushed up against the wall and getting the air sucked out of you by the firmness of his lips. Your hands go straight to his hip for support as your mouths open up for each other to deepen the kiss. You hear him groan at the feeling of your bodies flushing together. “15 days is definitely far too long” Bucky grips the back of your thighs to lift you into his arms, the strength of his metal arm is enough to hold you up while his flesh hand makes its way around your body to sweet but firmly caress it. Things quickly get more intense and you begin to kiss down his neck, kissing and sucking at all of his sweet spots making him lightly gasp and moan. You both begin to consciously rock your hips to create friction, this causes you to get more aroused and needy. “Bucky, I need you please” You beg panting into his neck. You don’t think you have felt so turned on so fast in your life. “Already baby? I was going to take my sweet time with you tonight” Bucky’s hand wonders down to your breast, he gives it a little bit of attention before continuing down your body to where you needed him most.

“Can you just take the edge off please” you needly beg. You’re sounding so greedy at this point, but you really don’t care.

Bucky chuckles “You greedy girl, thinking that Daddy will get you off more than once tonight” His fingers slip lightly into your folds to feel how wet you are, he begins to stroke you, not giving you any pressure on your clit or pressing into your opening. You groan at his teasing “Please Daddy, I’ve been so good for you” “I know sweetheart, but you need to be patient” He kisses your lips while continuing to tease you which just makes you become more brattier than before. “No, Daddy” you whine, rocking your hips “I need it now” “Little girl, don’t be- “Bucky is cut off by JARVIS over the speaker.

“Sorry the inconvenience Sergeant Barnes and Miss Y//L/N but Captain Rogers is requesting Sergeant Barnes on the roof as soon as possible for an emergency situation” JARVIS speaks, making your heart sink and get down from Bucky’s grip. “Captain Rogers wants to inform you that hopefully this will only take tonight, and you will be back by the morning” That was being denied a second time and they weren’t back by the morning, no they didn’t get back till the next night.

“I’m so sorry baby” “It’s fine, you have to go” Yesterday

“Hey, I’m really sorry that Buck had it be called away to a mission, it wasn’t meant to take that long” Steve apologises, it was clear that he felt bad about taking Bucky away from you. “If it makes you feel any better, Bucky was angry at me the whole time for disturbing your time together.” “It’s fine Steve, stuff like this is out of everyone’s control” You smile politely at him, even though you are seriously frustrated at how long it took for them to get back, which is stupid because you can never put a time limit on missions. We are all sitting at in the communal area of the tower, they had been back from the mission for 40 minutes. Most of the adrenaline had worn off by now and they all looked so tired. None of them look like they haven’t rested their eyes since leaving. “Babe let’s get go to bed” You pull at Bucky’s hand; he looks so tired and you’re ready to cuddle with him in bed and most likely watch him fall asleep. “Goodnight everyone” Bucky calls out, they all respond with weak replies. You can’t see them staying up any longer.

“Sweet girl, I’m sorry for barely spending anytime with you in so long.” Bucky says bring your intertwined hands up to his lips so he can kiss them. “I’ll make it up- “ “Bucky, my love, it’s not your fault. Let’s just get some sleep and we can talk tomorrow.” you reply as you reach the elevator, you pull him to your body so you can give him a sweet kiss on the lips as a promise that everything is okay. Present Day Waking up in Bucky’s arms this morning became your definition of heaven. His body felt so warm and nice curled up around yours, getting to touch his skin and watch his chest rise and fall while sleeping. It all felt truly magical. Until his phone rang. Of course, it was the morning after a mission. He had reports to do. You hear him groan at the sound of his phone ringing. “No” you firmly say, moving to grab his phone to turn it off.

“What are you doing?”

“Declining the call, you aren’t going into work because then I won’t see you until later on tonight” “You can’t do that” Bucky takes the phone out of your hands to answer the call. “Hey Steve, yeah I’ll be there in 15” “Bucky” you whine “Don’t leave, I have had barely any time with you” This is when your brattiness started. “I know Darling and I’m sorry, but I have to go, I won’t be long” Bucky softly speaks to you, hoping to make it easier for you to accept. “No” you firmly say “You’re not leaving

Bucky raises an eyebrow at your tone and looks at you sternly “I have to leave, so please be a good girl and don’t make a fuss about this.” “No”

“Y/N please, don’t be a brat.”

“Fine, just go” you lay back down and turn your body away from him. You hear Bucky sigh and move to lean over your body. “Baby, I am sorry that I have to leave but I don’t have a choice” “You never do” You bite out, really frustrated as you just wanted one morning with your boyfriend, to reconnect and just enjoy his presence. “Don’t be bitter. I love you baby. I’ll see you soon” He kisses your shoulder while he waits for your reply. Another Bucky rule, since you said I love you for the first time, he had a rule that you always have to say it back, no matter what. Bucky pulled you on your front to grab your chin lightly “Say it back” You looked at him sternly “Kiss me first” Bucky’s face softens and bends down to kiss your forehead, both of your cheeks, nose and then lastly places the softest kiss on your lips. He then looks at you with a tilt of his head, waiting for you to say it back. You sigh with a small smile “I love you too” “Good, I’ll be back before lunch time. I promise”

“You better keep that promise” Did you wait on the couch waiting for him to get back at lunchtime, you bet you did. Did he get back before lunch time? Of course not. All you get is phone call at 1:30pm from Bucky. “You aren’t coming home, are you?” He immediately signs over the phone at your tone. “Baby, I’m sorry I have a meeting with Steve and some other officials that I can’t get out of. But we will both join everyone at dinner tonight. I have asked for tomorrow off so I’m all yours then, you’ll just have to wait a little longer.” Bucky near pleads for you to be okay with is answer. Obviously, you’re not.

You are seriously horny and in need for Bucky’s dick inside you now. All of your brattiness is coming to play right now. “Give me permission to get myself off, since you won’t do it yourself” Bucky growls over the phone, you can hear him move to a more private place to say “Little girl, I do not give you permission to get yourself off, that pleasure is mine, not yours.” “You haven’t given me an ounce of pleasure for too long. You don’t deserve to have my pleasure.” you argue back, knowing that you have pissed him off completely. You have never said anything like that to him before. “You better think very carefully about what you are saying right now. You don’t get to speak to me that way. I can happily deny you for longer brat.” Bucky voice sounds so cold, you have only heard him speak like that a few times, but never to you. “I am apologising to you for not keeping my promise, I am very sorry. But since you don’t have my permission, you can’t come, and you better not break that rule. You also need to fix your attitude by dinner time. Do you understand me Y/N?”

“No, I don’t. I won’t break the rule so if you want me to fix my attitude, come and fix it yourself” You hang up on Bucky and quickly widen your eyes as you realise what you have done. Fuck you were so screwed. You feel a buzz in your hand, It’s a call from Bucky. You hesitate but answer the call “I’m so sorry Bucky I don’t-“ You are cut off with words that send a chill down your entire body “Your punishment begins now” Bucky spits out “You do not get to speak to me like that, nor do you get to hang up on me” “I’m sorry”

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking to you” Bucky near yells over the phone. Shit, you have really made him angry. “Starting now, you do not touch me until I say so, you do not speak to me unless I ask you a question” You panic at his words “We have a team dinner tonight though?” You whisper.

“I understand Y/N, but this is punishment, so you can figure that out. I doubt you want the team to know that you are being punished for being a brat” His tone is still cold, but he knows that you really don’t enjoy embarrassment, especially in front of his team. “Lastly, except for dinner, you will only call me Daddy” “Do you understand your punishment?” “Yes” “Y/N’ He warns “Yes daddy” You are quick to respond, whispering a small sorry afterwards. “Good” “I have to go but I will see you at dinner, you better remember the rules” “I will, um Daddy?” you question, your voice feeling so small, you know you’re not meant to speak but feeling a little overwhelmed you needed to hear it “What?” “Um, I love you” Bucky sighs over the phone, even when he’s angry, he has it say it back. “I love you too, I always will baby” He responses with a very soft tone, he pauses for a few seconds then hangs up. You sit down on the couch to take a breather about what just happened and what is going to happen tonight. Shit. You haven’t even thought about the actual punishment, those rules are nothing compared to what could happen during. You have been punished by Bucky before, it’s not a weekly thing or even monthly. But it has happened. You are typically really good, the only time you have been punished is when you are too needy and become a brat like today or when you have done something reckless or stupid, but it has never been this bad before.

-- The anticipation of waiting to see him at dinner is making you frustrated but when it finally arrives, you are all of a sudden dreading it. What if something goes terribly wrong and he is seriously angry at you, like more than the punishment. What if someone can tell what’s going on and brings it up? Oh god.

“Hey Y/N” When you walk into the communal floor, you see Vision and Wanda beginning to start dinner. You always loved team dinner, you feel so apart of their little family and the food is so good.

“Hey guys” You begin to make small talk with them and slowly everyone walks onto the floor until we are waiting for Steve and Bucky. “Where are dumb and dumber?” Sam asks you after realising that they are taking their time to get here. You bite your lip nervously, but you answer, “They had a meeting this afternoon with some officials, I don’t really know” “So you haven’t spent any proper time with Bucky for what 17 days?” Nat asks looking upset for you. If only she knew how you felt. “Not really, but what can I do about it” You laugh sadly, you get pity looks from all of them which you try to ignore, until you hear the elevator ding and all of a sudden, the air gets thinner around you. You can’t even look behind to see them walk in. “Here they are” Sam exclaims “Yo Bucky, you need to spend some time with your girl here, it’s been too long, she looks sad” Your eyes widen at Sam’s words, he has no idea how much worse he just made this situation for you. “Oh, is that right” Bucky tensely says “Y/N, is Sam correct?” You have to answer because he asked you a question and it’s a rule of the punishment. You turn to look at your partner, seeing his jaw more tense that ever before and hidden fury in his eyes. “Uh, kind of, I understand that you are busy” You are trying so hard to make this better for yourself, but you can’t see it working out well. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to do better then. I don’t want to upset my girl” The way he says it sounds sweet, but you can still hear the anger in his words. You have already told him today that he wasn’t doing enough and now hearing it from Sam, it can’t be nice for him to hear. He sits down across from you and while you want him to sit right next to you so you can be close to him, but it’s probably better that he doesn’t. This way you can fully see all of his expressions and body language. Bucky looks so tense and like he is vibrating with anger, you can see Steve looking at him trying to understand what is going on. You wonder if he has been this way since your phone call, you really hope not. It’s taking everything in you not to comfort him, but you know that you’re not allowed to touch or talk to him unless he says you can. You thought that the actual punishment was going to be worse than the rules but now you’re not so sure. Everyone is making small conversation while we wait for dinner to be ready, but you can’t find any words to spark a conversation. Bucky is talking to Natasha; he hasn’t even glanced in your direction once. After 40 minutes of this, your brattiness that you hoped had gone away, it’s slowly making a strong comeback. Vision and Wanda start placing the food on the table and as per usual Steve does a toast before we start eating, you don’t even pay attention to him, just looking firmly at Bucky who is aware that you are looking at him but won’t give you the time of day. And just like that, hands are going in every direction to grab the food that they want so you start doing the same thing. We all have a routine of asking and passing the food around to whoever wants it or if its closer to you so when Bucky asks for something, it was uncommon for your response.

“Y/N, can you pass me the bread” You look down at the bread that is close to you but within his reach if he wanted it. You could just tell he was asking you to do something to toy with you and he didn’t even say please. But he hadn’t realised that your brattiness had come back when you said: “No, you got hands, you can get it yourself” The entire table stopped and looked at you with shock, they have never heard you say no to Bucky before. You would never say no to something as small as that but because of your frustration, you couldn’t help myself. “Y/N” Bucky warned, looking really angry and disappointed that you didn’t lose your attitude. Which isn’t true, you did. It just came back in that 40 minutes of him ignoring you. You shrug and began to eat. Wanda who was sitting next to you, gives him the bowl of bread.

The table felt a little awkward, so you decided to break the ice, while ignoring Bucky. “Vis, this food is amazing, where is the recipe from?”

Just like that, the table chatter started to pick up again minus Bucky, who just looked at you with a very strong stare. You really tried to make your situation better, but it didn’t work so you’ll just deal with more punishment instead, at this point you didn’t care. “Y/N” Bucky starts to speak, everyone was in their own bubble of conversation and food “Look at me”

“Yes” “Don’t” That was it. Just ‘don’t’. It’s honestly like he is asking you to be a brat. “I have no idea what you are talking about James” You never call him James, like ever. Bucky sucks a deep breath in, trying his hardest not to lose his shit. You can see Steve staring at you with shock and confusion, he knows that you don’t call Bucky by his birth name. Now he has to know that something is going on.

“Y/N, you are making this harder for yourself” Bucky is trying his hardest to speak without saying too much. Even when he is angry at you, he still respects you enough not to embarrass you. You look at Bucky with a smirk, a true bratty smirk and just continue to eat your food. You’re sure he had a plan in his head for how tonight was going to go and it’s like you can see inside his head making this punishment worst for you as his anger increases. The more he becomes angry, the more you become a brat. It’s truly a fun game.

Bucky eats his dinner and when it is clear that everyone has finished eating, normally we move to the communal area to talk more or watch a movie but it’s clear that for you and Bucky, you won’t be joining them tonight. “Well, since everyone knows that I haven’t spent enough time with Y/N recently, sorry to leave you so quickly but we have places to be” You wince at his words, looking at him standing at the table. He nods his head at you, silently telling you to get up. You obey him and start to say goodnight to everyone, giving Sam, Vision and Steve a kiss on a cheek and the girls a quick hug. Steve gives you a silent good luck which you just smile softly at him. You are am fairly certain he knows that you’re being punished, even though it’s awkward for him to know, it doesn’t bother you too much. You look up to find Bucky who is waiting for you at the elevator. Either this is going to be one of the most awkward moments of your life or the most intense. It’s not until the elevator doors close, Bucky speaks. “You are going to go straight to our room, strip and kneel by the bed waiting for me. Y/N, I swear if you disobey me there will be no chance of you getting what you want tonight.” Bucky speaks coldly “I normally am more generous to you and your neediness, but you have pushed all of my buttons tonight, this really is a punishment.” You want to say that you understand and apologise even though you’re are far past that, but you just nod because you know that you’re not allowed to speak. Once the doors open, you make your way to the room and follow his rules. A small part of you wants to be a brat but you decide against it, your need to have an orgasm is bigger. You kneel on the carpet, fully naked and waiting for Bucky. This is normally how your punishments start but it has been a while since you have been in this position. Bucky walks into the room but you don’t look up at them even though your subconscious is telling you that you want to look at him, you really want to look at the man you love but you know that you’re not allowed. “Y/N look at me” Bucky is standing over you fully clothed, making your naked body kneeling on the floor blush all over. He looks so tense but oddly calm, you know that he enjoys your punishments because it allows him to have control and to push your body in ways that you never imagined it could. He just hates being angry at you. “Tell me what you are being punished for” You stutter but answered the question “I am being punished because I was disrespectful to you, I disobeyed your orders, I hung up the phone after saying mean things that I didn’t mean, I was rude to you at dinner, I was being a brat.” Wow, that was a long list, you didn’t realise everything that had happened today until now. You really were being a brat today. “Do you think there was anything else?” “um, I also hurt your feelings”. You whispered, you hated upsetting Bucky. Making him angry was one thing but upsetting him is something that you never wanted to do. “Hm.” Bucky nodded at everything that you said “Before we start the punishment, I will repeat the rules, so you understand”

“You are not allowed to speak to me unless spoken to, I will allow noises but no words except for 4 fours, what are they, Y/N?”

“Green, Yellow, Red and our safe word Brooklyn” you say them without hesitation. This part of the punishment you have heard many times but every time, it settles your nerves a little bit. “Good, you need to use those words whenever you need too. This is a punishment and I do have control, but you always have the highest control during this, do you understand? “Yes Daddy” That was a point that was always made very clear to you during the punishment, Bucky loved to have control and you loved giving it to him, but you always had the overall control, you could stop him doing anything by just one word.

“You aren’t allowed to touch me at any time until I tell you that you can. You must obey my orders when presented them, unless you used those four words and lastly, you must only call me Daddy at during this” Bucky finishes his rules with a steady breath, the room is feeling very intense now. “Do you understand all of these rules?”

“Yes, I understand Daddy”

“Good girl, can you please get up onto the bed but be in the same position” You follow through with his demand, this is one of your favourite parts of the punishment. You don’t know why but it seems to make everything feel a little sweeter. Bucky stands before you, placing his hands around your face, getting fairly close. “I know that I am about to punish you and speak and act a little mean but there is never a time during this that I don’t love you with my entire being and that I don’t cherish you and respect you, do you understand?” “Yes daddy, I love you too” Bucky smiles and continues “While I am still angry and upset at you for how we got here in the first place, I want to apologise for not giving you the attention that I know you need and deserve. This wouldn’t have happened if I just spent a couple of hours attending to all of your needs, mentally and physically so I am very sorry. We will talk more about this later, but can you accept my apology?” “I accept your apology Daddy” You sincerely say, wanting to apologize for your actions as well but you know that now is not the right time for that. “Thank you, I love you” “I love you too” You smile at him, trying very hard to not pounce on him to show your love and need that you have for him. and to top off the sweet moment, Bucky leans forward to place a soft and loving kiss, giving you your first kiss since seeing him this evening. But very quickly sweet and loving Bucky quickly turns into the same Bucky from earlier, angry and strong. The change gives you whiplash. “Y/N, I want you to get on all fours for me, facing the head of the bed.” His voice gives you goosebumps, you follow his demand. You know that being in this position means that you’re getting spanked with anything that isn’t his hand, which means that a part of your punishment is that he won’t touch you with his hands. This is truly one of your least favourite parts of being punished, you thrive on his touch and he knows that. Bucky places things next to you on the bed you didn’t even realise he had grabbed, it could be a number of things, you have a box that filled of toys that you have played with. You want to turn and look to see what he picked but you keep looking toward the head of the bed trying to please him as much as possible. “Y/N listen carefully, I am going to spank you with a paddle twelve times, I want you to count every time and if you need to use those four words please don’t hesitate. I know that twelve can be a lot with a paddle, but I believe that you can do it.” Bucky explains “Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand Daddy” You breathe out your nerves, you love being spanked but mostly when you’re over his lap and he is using his hand. This is different, you don’t have the comfort of being close to his body and having his touch. “Remember to count” Bucky says before landing the first hit on your left cheek. You gasp at the feeling, forgetting how much it stings “One” He switches to the right cheek “Two” Bucky pauses “Colour?” “Green daddy” as soon as the words leave your mouth, he lays the third one back on your left cheek, hitting right over the last spot. “Three” “Four” This is hurting more than his hand and you are missing the feeling of his hand rubbing the area when he’s done. He normally does it with is metal one which always soothes the area perfectly. “Five”

“Six” We are halfway there but each one is getting a little bit harder to tolerate, you are now wincing at each hit and your legs are starting to tremble. “Seven” you gasp out with tears pooling in your eyes but don’t fall down your face just yet. “Eight”

“Nine” You slightly sob at the pain; the hits are getting hard each time.

“Ten” The tears have fallen by now and you are starting to notice your brain becoming slightly foggy, this typically happens when you get spanked.

“Two more Y/N, you are doing so good” Bucky is noticing your body becoming unstable. He understands your body more than you do, so you have full trust in his ability to keep you safe while feeling a little more vulnerable than before. Bucky hits your butt cheek with the same force but on a different angle, so it wasn’t hitting the same spot as previous the hits. “Count Y/N” “Eleven” With the last hit on your ass, your legs give out and your body lands firmly on the bed while you mutter out “Twelve”

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you” Bucky gives you a moment to breathe and settle. All he can give you are his comforting words because you know that he won’t touch you. You turn over onto your back with a grim look on your face from the pain, but you want to see his face. All you can see is his face tense but with soft eyes and his fists clenched like it is killing him not touching you.

Without giving it a second thought, he reaches to you face only to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes and pulling back. “Colour?” “Green daddy” you smile ready for more. Your butt is throbbing, but your head still feels a little cloudy so the pain is less present than it should be. “Good, can you stand up next to me please.” Bucky spoke and began to unbutton his t-shirt, making you feel giddy at the chance of seeing him shirtless, even those you have seen every inch of his body more times than you can count.

Once his t-shirt is off and you are standing next to him, he begins to take off his pants but leaving his boxers on. He sits on the edge of the bed “Kneel between my legs” “Daddy” Your eyes widen when you realise that he is requesting, you quickly kneel between his legs and gently rest your ass on your calves without causing too much pain.

“I didn’t say that you can talk, you also cannot touch to me so put your hands behind your back.” Bucky instructs you; he shifts to make himself more comfortable which allows you to see his hard length in his boxers. You feel your body shake with excitement; You haven’t had Bucky in your mouth for 17 days which is longer than you are used too. Whenever this intimate act happens, you normally can take your time touching him and praising him, just completely worshipping his body but this is a punishment, so you know that you won’t be able to do that.

“Now because you are a dirty girl who loves having my cock in her mouth” you gasp at his sudden dirty words “I understand that this might not be a punishment for you, but because I am greedy and all this is because you wanted to get your release, I have decided that I get to come first while you still wait until you are given permission. You have been a brat all day thinking that your pleasure is more important than mine, but it’s not. So, you are going to suck my cock until I finish in your mouth and you are to swallow everything, I give you.” “Understand?” ‘Yes daddy” You grin at him which just makes him shake his head at you. Even though you are grinning, you are frustrated and so aroused. Sucking Bucky off makes you so much needier because it turns you on a lot. You love the feel of him in your mouth and giving him as much pleasure as you can.

Bucky reaches into his boxers to pull his cock out; he pumps it a few times with his metal hand to tease you knowing that you’re not allowed to touch him with anything other than your mouth. You stare intensely watching bits of precum trail down his tip, you look up at Bucky waiting for permission to get your lips around him. “Go ahead brat”

Leaning forward and trying to keep your balance, you stick out your tongue to lick everything that had been released from his tip, the familiar taste of his precum urges you on. “Don’t be a brat and tease Y/N, this is a punishment and it’s about me, not you” Bucky growls, lifting his hips a little to get you to take him fully in his mouth. Without even thinking, you take as much as you can into your mouth without releasing your hands from behind your back. “Fuck” Bucky groans throwing his head back. You guess it has been a while since he has had your mouth as well, but at least he was allowed to get off without anyone’s permission.

You pull up lightly giving the tip of his cock a tight suck, moaning a little so he can feel the vibrations on the most sensitive part of him. You look up at him to watch his facial expressions as you sink back down on his cock, allowing your mouth to take as much as you can until you can feel him hitting the top of throat. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of you deep-throating him just yet, you pull back up and continuing that motion for a bit, just appreciating the feel and the heat of him in your mouth “You can do better than that Y/N, don’t be lazy and get me off” Bucky grunts, thrusting his hips a little making your gag around him and your eyes water. You pull off him to take a breath and lick at his tip again, running your tongue across his slit making his breathing grow heavier, before swallowing your mouth around him to take him as far as it allows you. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth a little making your mouth salivate and make this whole process a little wetter, but it’s makes it easier for his cock to slide up and down your throat. You slow down and try to take your time deep throating him, hoping to make this as pleasurable as you can for him, but he seems to have other ideas. “I can happily fuck your face if you don’t do your job correctly, but I was letting you off a little by letting you go at your own pace” You moan around his shaft, you haven’t had your face fucked since your last punishment. Bucky loves letting you take your time getting him off, for his own pleasure and yours. He loves the pleasure building up over time allowing him to have a stronger release and he loves watching you be a slut for his cock.

“Oh, is that something you want?” Bucky chuckles at your response “Little slut wants her face fucked, huh” Your entire body clenches at his words and you begin to feel your arousal slip down to your thighs. You nod lightly with him still your mouth, your body is craving a release but all you can think about is you gagging around his dick. Bucky is still not touching you with his hands, but he skilfully thrusts up, making you take his entire length at a strong pace. He continues this movement with little grunting noises until you feel your lungs burn, fighting to get air in. Bucky pulls back for a little bit, allowing you to get air into your lungs and suck at his crown tasting the salt that had released. “I am close brat, finish me off” It doesn’t take long but after skilfully using your mouth in the way you know he loves; he grunts out profanities and warm seed is filling your mouth making you swallow around him giving him extra pleasure on his now sensitive head. “Fuck Y/N, your dirty mouth is so useful, getting me off so well” You release him from your mouth, licking everything that was left remaining on his length, his cock twitching at the sensation. Bucky pushes you back softly to give you your next order, not wasting anytime. “Get up on the bed, on your back with your arms up” You finally take a quick glance at the items on the bed and see silk rope and your favorite dildo and vibrator. You realize what the rest of your punishment is going to be, after trying your hardest to get permission to come, you are now going to be edged and denied for as many times as Bucky sees fit. You hate being edged. You are too needy to be edged and you become the biggest brat. You would much rather be overstimulated and be allowed as many orgasms as your allowed. Now you are being edged, without being allowed to talk or touch Bucky nor are you being touched by him. This might be a little less frustrating if you were being edged by his fingers, mouth or cock but no, only your vibrator and dildo. Bucky reaches over you to tie your hands to the headboard, he is clearly doing everything in his power not to touch your body in the process. “Not too tight?” He asks yanking at the rope a little to make sure its secure. “No daddy, green” You give it a little pull yourself, to test how much movement you have in your arms, which isn’t as much as you hoped but you still felt comfortable. “Repeat the 4 four words to me” “Green, Yellow, Red and Brooklyn” Bucky nods standing up to look at you tied to your bed. “Look at you, so needy all day wanting to get off. I had all night and tomorrow planned to worship your body and give you permission to come as many times as you wanted because I knew that you needed my fingers, my mouth and my cock to satisfy you. But no, you had to be a spoilt brat and ruin my plans, you wouldn’t listen to me and be patient.” Bucky shakes his head while all you want is to sink into the bed feeling embarrassed by your actions today, but you have no choice but to be present and listen to everything he is saying. “You know I still haven’t decided if I’m going to give your permission to come tonight, you were so disrespectful to me today so I could be mean. I could edge you until I’m ready to bury myself into you and just use your holes for my pleasure, because my pleasure is more important, isn’t it Y/N?”

“Yes” you whisper with watery eyes from both feeling so frustrated and embarrassed.

“Yes daddy, your pleasure is more important than mine” You lightly sob, pulling at the ropes before responding “Yes daddy, your pleasure is more important than mine” “Spread your legs” You whimper at your request knowing that he is going to see how wet you are, see how desperate your body is for him. “You desperate brat, you are dripping onto the bed” Bucky laughs with a mocking tone “You must really be needing a release if you are this worked up, too bad you don’t have permission” Wanting to beg with everything you have to get him to touch you, you just nod and shift your hips as that is all that you can do. These rules are really affecting you; you hate not being able to talk to him. Bucky kneels on the floor, getting really close to your dripping cunt but not touching it, instead he does the cruelest thing and lightly blows straight at your clit while looking directly into your eyes. You groan at the sensation while he watches you with smirk. Your core is clenching at just that small act, feeling no relief at all. You just want to beg and plead for something. “Reminder than you are not allowed to come without my permission” Bucky states “I am giving you a heads up now that I am not going to be generous so don’t get your hopes up for a release anytime soon” You groan with frustration needing to get off right now. Since you have only ever been allowed to come until he tells you, your body has become fairly trained at holding off until you hear those words, but with the punishment happening and how long it has been since you came last, you aren’t too sure if you will be able to help yourself. “Remember the rules and I might be nice eventually” Bucky picks up the vibrator making your stomach twist in anticipation, you were hoping that he would start with the dildo first. While you can get off from just penetration, it takes longer unlike getting vibrators on your sensitive bud. All of a sudden forgetting all the times in the past that you have used this toy, you get a big shock when he turns it on and places it just above your clit moaning at the intense feeling. The vibrator is on a lower setting and isn’t directly where you need it, but it doesn’t stop you from moaning loudly and bending your knees finally getting an inch of release. “I’m sure that feels good brat but it just going to build and build, you aren’t going to get that release that you need” Bucky begins to tease you with his words and movement, the toy is now running up and down your soaked folds. “Stop moving, otherwise I will tie your legs down too” He orders after you began to shift your hips towards the vibrations. You can’t help yourself; he just isn’t hitting any of the spots that you need him too. Soft whimpers fall out of your mouth, hoping that he understands that you are begging for more, which of course he does when he turns it to another, more intense setting and placing it just directly under your clit. Your body spasms involuntarily and your mouth falls open with a silent moan.

Your pleasure is building a lot quicker that you thought that it would. It had only been minutes and you were so close to coming. If he put the vibrations directly on your clit, you were in serious danger of coming without permission. “You are so wet Y/N, it’s almost gushing out of you, are you that desperate that you need to come already?’ Bucky turns it up to another setting but keeps it in the same place, constant noises were falling out on your mouth at this point, you are wanting so badly to use your words to voice how you are feeling but you just nod quickly, you really need to come. “You need to hold it Y/N, you aren’t allowed that pleasure of letting go” Bucky sternly says watching you lose your mind trying to hold it. You are gasping for breaths with your chest rising and fall quickly, it feels like there is a band in your cunt that is wearing thin and wanting to snap any minute so you can orgasm, but you don’t let it. Bucky begins to circle the vibrator around your clit, hitting every nerve that you have. You back are now arched and if your hands weren’t tied up, they would be straight into Bucky’s hair griping tightly. But all you can do is just shake your head and clench your fist around the rope. You are so close to the edge that when Bucky takes it off your cunt, you groan loudly at both the frustration and there is always just burst of pleasure when you get a ruined orgasm, it’s not as good as the real thing but it feels so intense.

“Well done Y/N” Bucky praises watching you shake in response to how your body is feeling right now. “I know you need that release, but you didn’t let go” “Colour?”

While panting you say “Green, Daddy”

Your body is settling down a little, but you know that this time is going to be so intense for you and only going to get worse. Mentally preparing for the frustration, you look at Bucky for comfort. His body is standing tall at the foot of the bed and he is looking at you in awe and making sure that everything is green in your mind and body. While this is still a punishment, you can now see his anger diminishing and he is just enjoying watching your body being pushed to the edge and your frustration about the situation. You are aching for his touch; it has been too long since you felt his hands on your body, missing the feeling the coolness of the metal hand contrasting with the warmth of his right hand. How softly he caresses your body, giving you kisses and bites all over your body. Especially seeing him between your legs, all you want is to feel him place kisses in your inner thighs and grip them firmly. Paying attention to his movements, you watch him put down the vibrator that is glistening in your arousal and pick up the dildo. You suck in deeply looking at the toy, you and Bucky had used this often, your most favourite memory is him fucking you with it sitting on the floor with your legs spread in front of a mirror, remembering that moment and how amazing it felt, you grew excited at having it fill your cunt again. “Don’t get too excited needy brat” Bucky laughs at your excitement “You still can’t come yet, just have to take it in that throbbing cunt of yours” You groan at him saying the word cunt but spread your legs wider, giving him the green light at continuing, trying to communicate with him without using words. Bucky gets close to your pussy again, gently rubbing the toy up and down your folds, spreading your juices everywhere over your core and the toy. The sensation of the firm toy gliding over your cunt is nothing compared to the deep feeling of him pushing the toy into your entrance. It is taking everything in you not to shout out his name, all you can do is groan deeply at the feeling of being filled for the first time in over two weeks. Even though it’s a fake cock and you want the real one, you still welcome the feeling. Bucky just teases the toy in and out of your entrance, not pushing it in far just yet. This allows your walls to loosen and give way for the toy to fully slide in your cunt when Bucky allows it too. The toy isn’t as long or as wide as Bucky, it doesn’t have the same curve or feel as Bucky’s does, but it is still big enough to stretch your walls and it can fuck you well. “I know that you want the real thing because you are a greedy slut but you’ll just have to take this fake cock for now” Bucky says while thrusting the toy in and out of your cunt at a quick pace “Well you seem to be enjoying it as you are coating the fuck out of it with your juices, damn” You can feel yourself dripping down to your ass as all of your arousal is now getting played around with by the dildo. You feel the pressure build again at the dildo stroking your inner walls, hitting all the needed spots. Coming from only penetration can take a while but when you have been horny for 17 days and edged it seems to happen quicker. Your hips begin to rock with the movement of the dildo entering your body and moans leave your mouth each time the thrust hits deeper that others. Bucky angles the dildo in the perfect direction hitting that sweet spot inside you, a spot that his cock perfectly hits because of the curve of his length. “You getting close brat? I can feel you clenching the cock like you always do when mine is buried in you” Bucky keeps up with his motions, his words assisting your pleasure. “That’s how I know when you are ready to come, by how tight your pussy becomes when you clench around me” You moan out with a small sob because of the overwhelming feelings your body is going through, all you want to do is let go but you know that you’re not allowed to so you just relish in the pleasure trying not to let that band snap.

You look into Bucky’s eyes pleading for him to give in and let you come or to stop, the toy is hitting every spot so deep inside you. With your eyes and body being your only form of communication, you buck your hips and close your eyes tightly trying so hard to obey his rules. Bucky very quickly pulls the dildo out of your cunt, only to smack it down hard onto your clit for a spank making your legs pull together and your body arch at the sudden pain. “Fuck” you can’t help whining out and then widen your eyes because you broke a rule. Bucky looks at your sternly, angry that you spoke because you were doing so well. “Y/N, I didn’t give you permission to speak. But I’m going to let it go, just this once because you have been so good at obeying my rules. But don’t do it again” Bucky tone became very tense again, you didn’t mean for it to come out, you were just so caught up in the pleasure and then the sudden pain made your brain stutter. “Apologize” “Sorry for breaking a rule daddy” You croak out, your voice sound harsh from the lack of talking.

Bucky just nods and then in a sudden movement the dildo was thrusted deeply into your cunt again making you pull down on the restraints. You did not expect that, but your wet cunt welcomed the toy quickly, the pressuring began building once again as Bucky fucked you with it. Bucky continues to fuck you for a little while, until you tipped your head back to close your eyes as the pleasure felt so good, without any warning there was a strong vibration on your bundle of nerves. You immediately shout out and thrust your hips up at the sensation.

The need to release just became ten times more present and it’s all your brain was thinking about. Bucky didn’t let up on the thrust of the dildo or the pressure on your clit, you began to sob, tears falling out of your eyes having no control over your emotions anymore.

“Hold it. Do not come” Bucky orders watching you thrash over the bed in need for that band to snap but it doesn’t. You know that you don’t have his permission and you can’t break the biggest rule Bucky has. You whine and sob really loudly, everything is overwhelming and the need for his touch and the need to come is just too much. “Colour” Bucky asks, his thrusts have slowed down a little, but the vibrator is still firmly on my clit. You want to say green, because you hate saying anything else otherwise but knowing how important communication is to Bucky you say “Yellow” Bucky takes the vibrator away from your core but is still lightly thrusting the dildo in and down, letting the pleasure dial down slowly before stopping and removing the toy from your opening. “Good girl, I know how difficult that was for you. I am so proud that you said yellow.” Bucky praises me with the softest voice you have heard all night “I know that you need to come but there is still a little while longer, can you handle that?”

You take a few deep breaths and try to ground yourself so you can understand how your body is feeling. While doing this you realise how clouded your brain felt, everything was so intense that your brain wasn’t able to keep up. “Yes, green daddy” You say not knowing how much longer you had to endure this punishment. “Is there anything you need to say to me?” You pause wondering if you show how needy you are feeling right now but you don’t care at this point “I need your touch Daddy, I miss you.”

Bucky just softly smiles at you “Why am I not surprised that is your answer, you will get it soon okay?”

You just nod, you truly have no idea how much longer he is going to edge you for, it has been three times so far and each one is getting harder to control. You are so ready to come, you are so surprised at how well your body is taking his punishment. “You ready, Y/N?” Bucky ask, picking up only the vibrator. You just nod, not find any words do speak. You can feel how sensitive your clit is right now, having the toy pressed against it again makes you feel so nervous, but you trust that Bucky knows how much your body can handle. You take a deep breath when you feel the toy back at your folds, not turned on yet. Bucky guides it up and down your pussy, building up the suspension of him turning on. Bucky is looking at your face, watching all of your expressions and body movements. Your eyes are glazed over which is telling him that you’re feeling a little floaty and emotional, but your body is ready for more, he can tell by your thighs trying to clench themselves and your hips lightly lifting when the toy glides over your clit. Without any warning as per usual, he turns on the toy at a low setting. You tightly close your eyes at the sensation and rock your hips at him still running all over your core. You feel your walls clenching with need, every time it reaches your clit your body pulses at the sensitivity. You whine when Bucky starts to focus on your clit, circling the toy around the small area. He increases the setting by one, allowing you to get use to the change before pressing it down firmly. Bucky starts showering you with praise, muttering how proud he is of you, for obeying his rules, for enduring the punishment. He is saying all of this only using your name. The whole night you have been aware that he wasn’t calling you by any sweet names like he normally does but the need to get a release or even to get him to touch you was more important. You don’t know if it’s because your head is all floaty and your emotions are all over the place or if you just miss those words, you begin to cry strongly. You begin to hate the sound of your name coming out of his mouth.

The feeling of the vibrator was overwhelming you and the pressure that is wanting to burst is only building every second, but you just shake your head at his words and choke on your cries. Bucky is a little confused on your cries but knows how emotional you get when you are at this point, so he just talks you through it

“You’re doing so well Y/N, I know that you want to let go but just a little bit longer” Annoyed by his words, you kick out one of your legs trying to communicate with him the only way that you can. This makes Bucky take the vibrator off you, understanding your limits. “Hey, It’s okay. Take a deep breath, just a little more” Bucky soothes, but you don’t care about the pleasure anymore, you just want him, you want his touch and his sweet words. Witnessing you cry and shake your head, “hey, talk to me. You can speak now Y/N”

“No” you cry, your brain only allowing one word to come out.

“No?” “If you want us to stop, you need to say the safe word” Taking a deep breath trying to slow down your tears so you can get your words out, but it doesn’t work. “Daddy” you sob, shaking your head. Your brain is just not focusing the way, you need it to. You begin to get frustrated, all you want is for him to call you baby, darling or anything other than your name. “I’m right here baby, just talk to me” Bucky coos, and just like that, your body begins to calm. Your emotions are so out of touch that one simple word makes everything better. Watching you calm down and lightly smile at him, Bucky is really confused on what is going on, he is looking at you, still crying but more relaxed. “Y/N talk to me” You frown shaking your head “No, not Y/N. Baby” You can only speak in simple words, that’s all your head can muster out. Bucky looks at you clearly not clicking on your words before it all seems to make sense. During your punishment he hasn’t said a single pet name and he knows how much you love hearing him call you pet names, with baby, darling and sweet girl being your favourites. “All this crying is because I wasn’t calling you a sweet name?” Bucky chuckles but find it so endearing, not realising how much you needed sweet talk during intimate moments until now. “Uh huh” you nod “Please daddy” “You are being punishing you know” Bucky teases smirking, his anger from today is completely gone at this point. He is still punishing you because you needed to be taught a lesson but the anger he felt before is gone. Seeing you behave so well during this punishment and getting an orgasm for himself helped a lot. “I know but I need it” you whisper, feeling a little shy and soft. “okay sweet girl” you smile at his words, your heart suddenly feeling a lot better.

“How are your arms feeling?” Bucky asks, the restraints aren’t that tight, and your arms are rested on the pillows above you, but he still felt the need to check in with you, especially since you are feeling extra sweet. “Good daddy” you said waving both of your hands for him to see. “I wanna touch you though” Bucky looks at your pout but knows that soon enough you will both get to touch each other so he denies you for now. “I know darling, a little longer. I wanna do something that I have be craving for 17 days first” “What daddy?” Your voice is sounding so soft and sweet, it makes Bucky’s brain feel like its melting, but you still need to be taught a lesson, so he isn’t letting you sweet talk him. “You’ll see, now back to where we were.” Bucky moves to between your legs “rules are back my love. No talking, only noises, understood?” “Yes daddy” “Close your eyes sweetheart” Bucky whispers and you obey, curious to find what he has been craving from 17 days. You feel sudden heat close to your core, it takes you too long to understand what that heat is until you feel his tongue deep into your folds, lapping all of the arousal still there.

Wanting to call out his name at the feeling of his mouth where you needed it most, but not being able to speak, all you can do is whine out and move your hips making all your arousal spread over his face. His tongue is targeting your clit to quickly build the pressure that has been wanting to be released for hours now, sucking at your clit making it throb but he soothes the area with small licks making your legs shake with pleasure. “okay darling, you have been such a good girl for me tonight. You haven’t been much of a brat since this punishment started and I know that you are sorry for how you behaved today so I’m going to give you permission to come on Daddy’s tongue” Bucky speaks softly, placing soft kisses surrounding your cunt. His words sound like magic, getting the permission you so desperately needed, you raise your hips in hopes that he will continue. He chuckles at your neediness to come now that you have permission. “Needy little girl” Whining at his words, loving that he is speaking to you with pet names again, you have always loved hearing little girl during times where Bucky is more dominate that usual and you are feeling subby and all floaty. Bucky continues to tease you with his tongue, not giving you enough pressure for it to get you off, you rock your hips into his mouth wanting him to give you more. He knows exactly how you like your pussy to be eaten so he is purely just toying with you to create more frustration, like he hasn’t done that enough already. You sob at his small movements craving more “I’m just teasing you baby, be patient” You have been patient all night, so you glare at him making him laugh into your needy cunt. Before he gives you exactly what you need, he flattens his tongue onto your clit putting the right amount of pressure and goes down lower to your entrance, he begins fuck you with his tongue lightly collecting all the juice that is seeping out before diving right into your core to fuck you properly.

You shout out at the feeling of his warm muscle inside you, all you are receiving is his tongue, no fingers or touch anywhere else. It’s frustrating you but not being able to complain, you just relish in the feeling of his mouth and tongue that is making its way back to your clit giving it attention.

Your eyes start to see stars and legs begin to shake as the band is getting thinner than ever. Bucky is assaulting your cunt exactly how you need him too. Not having the luxury of your pussy clenching around anything, you begin to lightly fuck his face instead feeling the tip of his tongue at the most sensitive part of your bud. Not holding back from your noises, Bucky can tell how close you are to coming. “Come for me sweet girl” He speaks, continuing to give you everything that you need to make that release and with the support of his words, that band finally breaks. Your body completely trembling as you reach your peak and instead of having it be denied, it finally washes over you more intensely that you have ever felt. Bucky watches you in awe getting your release, your legs shaking around his ears and you back fully arched perfectly. He slows down his acts but doesn’t let up, just collects all the wetness that was released during your orgasm. He moans at the sight and the taste on his tongue, he was finally getting the thing that he was craving as well. “So perfect baby” He coos, placing kisses on your thigh while you come back from your high. “So beautiful” Bucky crawls up to place his body over yours but not putting any weight onto you. He can immediately see how floaty you were by the pure and innocent look in your eyes. Also, by how it took for him to touch your face for you to realise his position. You gasp and your eyes tear up very quickly seeing his face so close to yours, after all this time, he was finally going to touch you. Bucky brushes hair away from your face with his flesh hand and leans down to give you a soft kiss, you moan at the feeling of his lips on yours, he pulls back as you chase him for more, not ready for the kissing to stop. “Hi, my love” Bucky smiles at you “you are so beautiful when you come” You smile softly at his words, lifting your hips to press your body to his. Now that you have had your release all you want is his touch and his body on yours. You may be really needy before an orgasm, but you are next level clingy after one, especially when being punished. Bucky’s touch radiates so much love that you just crave when feeling so relaxed and soft like you are now. “You can speak now sweetheart, but I’m not done with you yet” Your eyes widen at his words, being excited to communicate with him but also knowing that you weren’t finished yet. Even when still recovering from an earth-shattering orgasm, you still wanting more- you wanted him. “Daddy” you breath out “Touch” “I know darling, you need my touch, and you will have it. But you’ll have to wait a bit to touch me, okay?” Bucky reaches up to release your arms from the restraints, while he knows that you love being tied up, when you are any kind of subspace, whether it is only light or really deep, he doesn’t feel comfortable having you restrained. “Your arms need to stay by your side until I say otherwise, okay?” With your arms moving down to your sides, a little stiff by being up above you for long, you shake the feeling out a little “Yes daddy” “Colour baby?”

“So green” you whisper feeling sensitive but ready for him, always ready for him. “Good girl” Bucky kisses you sweetly, he gently grabs your thighs and slots himself between them, somewhere during your foggy brain he had removed his boxers and is now finally naked with you. The feeling of him between your legs is calming nerves you never realised you had, your body and mind finally found its equilibrium you had been waiting for.

“I missed you so much” you whispered to Bucky while gripping the bed sheets to stop you from touching him.

Bucky strokes your right cheek softy and places a kiss on your lips “I missed you too darling, I’m not going anywhere right now, I promise” “Good” you lightly tease “because I really need you in me” This comment gets you a full body laugh from Bucky and a pure smile “Okay, okay you little brat” Bucky immediately kisses you, moving his hands up and down the outsides of your thighs, this causes your bodies to mould together and both of you to moan into your kiss. After deepening the kiss and making out for a few minutes leaving you both breathless, his hands find his hard cock to tease it up and down your folds. Since your core is feeling so sensitive you shiver at the motion but whine because so quickly, you need more. “Please daddy” you whine into his ear rocking your hips into his “I need more, I need you” “Shh sweetheart, you got me” Bucky whisper, making sure that he is fully grounded and comfortable, he looks right into your eyes while sinking into your warm heat. The feeling was intense for the both of you as he bottoms out inside of you. You begin to pant out softy and he curses under his breath. After 17 days of being apart, you finally get to have that connection you need, your bodies finally become one and you both get to find so much pleasure from each other.

“Daddy, please move” He has stilled inside you to feel the stretch of your cunt around him and just the warm surrounding his cock and while you love the idea of his cock just resting inside of you, now it’s not the time for that. “You feel so fucking good baby” Bucky groans thrusting slowly into you getting as deep as you let him. His hands make their way to your lightly bruised ass to get grip on your body in preparation to move faster, you moan at the feeling of his hands on your tender cheeks and wait for him to start fucking you hard.

You both moan out at the change of pace when he thrusts into you hard and fast like you both needed. Sex with Bucky always feels so good, it was amazing when you first started dating and now years later, in love and so comfortable with each other, the feeling is more than you ever thought was possible. Raising your hips to meet his intense thrust, your walls being to tighten, and your body begins to feel so hot and the need to touch him, to have your hands in his hair or scratching down his back becomes so overwhelming that you beg for it.

“Can I touch you please” you beg “please daddy, you feel so good” “Go ahead sweet girl” Bucky grunts out, anticipating the feeling of your hands on his body after all this time. He always craves your touch, just as much as you do for his and even though you were being the one punished tonight, he did feel punished at times for not getting to feel your small soft hands caressing his body. Your hands reach around his core to bring you to his toned warm body with your legs wrapping softy around his waist. The change of your body makes him so much deeper into you and hits the spot you need so perfectly. “Fuck” Bucky groans rolling his hips while grasping one of your thighs “Darling, I’m going to need you to come soon” You can tell just how close he is as his body is trembling a little above you and his breathing is becoming harsh. You both move together so perfectly, hitting every spot over and over again. The pleasure building inside of you is making your moans very easily escape your mouth. Getting onto his level of high, your legs tighten around his waist at the same time as your cunt clenches around him. “Daddy, I’m close” “Let go baby, let me feel you” Bucky waits for your pleasure to wash over you, your eyes rolling back and chest pressing firmly into his, the feel of your release around his cock is everything that he needs to spill inside of you. Holding on your body so tightly as both of you recover from your high, Bucky’s head is nuzzling into the crook of your neck and his full body weight is now on top of you.

He sighs out, feeling happy and content, placing kisses into your neck while his member is still buried in you keeping him warm. Your arms curl around his back to lightly stroke his back the way you know he loves. Feeling so comfortable and still a little floaty you lay there with him in your arms, you realise that this is everything that you wanted for the pass 17 days. Both relaxed after reaching your high together, just lying in each other’s warmth, talking whenever you feel it’s necessary and soft kisses.

“I’m sorry for today, I did mean to be such a brat” I whisper tightening your grip on him “I think I just really missed you and miss not being able to be like this for so long, it sounds so stupid, but being like this with you, being vulnerable and just safe with you in your arms helps me so much” “Baby, how you feel is never stupid. I accept your apology because I understand and feel the same way. I’m just less of a brat about it” Bucky teases, making you huff and glare at his words. “But I love you so much and I love being intimate with you, it helps me too, in more ways than I even realise” “I love you” “I love you too sweetheart” he says before kissing you with all the love he has.

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[wandaromanova]

here are some of my personal favorite authors and a fic of theirs that made me happy. this is only the writers i could immediately think of, but there’s so so many incredible people who deserve love and recognition <3

@midgardianweasley - Period Pains

- not just putting this one here because she wrote it for me when i was experiencing intense pain from my period haha. the whole aspect of natasha going all out to make reader feel better in any way she could??? absolutely adorable.

@uraveragelonelygay - Rocky Road

- this fic had the perfect amount of angst and fluff. it proves how nat is so loyal and wouldn’t switch up in situations that anyone normally would. she never forgets who remained true to her during her lowest points and loves them unconditionally. 10/10.

@wellsayhelloaagin - Sweet Dreams

- i requested this fic and sam wrote it flawlessly, as always. loved all the little scenes in wanda’s dreams and how they were all about the life she wanted with reader. i would say more but i love this fic sm that anything i say won’t do it justice. love you mum <3

@maximotts - i’m out of sympathy (for you) (18+ only)

- okay so this one isn’t fluff, but it still impacted me in a different way so 😀😀😀😀 that’s all i can say about this one tbh, it’s just incredibly written and anyone who’s above 18 and loves natasha should def read it.

@captains-simp - untitled fic (18+ only)

- also… very much not fluff, but my god do i love this fic. this story confirmed that i definitely have some issues and need better standards, but gotta say i love the idea of toxic relationships (in this case… business relationships haha). another amazing writer.

@peabrain112 - Deja Vu

- this story holds a special place in my heart. the way that reader is still supportive of wanda and vision despite still being in love with wanda? the way wanda loves her just as much and unknowingly (sort of) tries to replace her but can’t? the happy ending? love it sm.

@reminiscingtonight - Accidentally In Love

- i could go on a whole tangent about this one. it’s literally perfect, my kind of fic. natasha being completely done with reader’s obliviousness and making sarcastic remarks? reader slowly realizing that she really did like wanda? then wanda thinking that they were already dating? SO FUCKING HILARIOUS ITS LITERALLY GOLD.

@vancityfire13 - Finders Keepers

- “it’s gonna scream” please the way that nat would actually refer to a baby as an ‘it’ 😭😭 the staring contest with the baby, then her competitive side coming out as she tries to mimic the way reader holds the baby????? reminds me so much of nat calling nathaniel “fat.” in aou which is like one of her funniest lines. then “my hands are full.” “i wish mine were” ???? i love the banter so much. so god damn cute it makes me wanna cry.

@romanoffscottage - i’ll make you coffee

- this one is so fluffy it hurts. reader staying up with nat while she works, just sitting in her lap and enjoying each other’s company??? them knowing exactly how the other likes their coffee? this is what i want. is that so much to ask for? 😩😩😩

@tasteslikeicedcoffee - Stay with Me, Hold my Hand

- i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort fics. what can i say? i love when the roles are reversed and reader is the one taking care of and comforting nat. it’s beautiful.

@helloalycia - my patient’s neighbor

- this one is a whole series and i recommend everyone to go read every chapter. i remember how happy this fic made me when i read it awhile back and even now, i still believe it’s amazing. such an incredible writer. and def knows how to make each series they write unique, each beautifully written.

@wandakink - red (18+ only)

- another nsfw story, but this literally had me in awe. literally speechless every time i go back to read it (which is more often than i’d like to admit 😀).

#writer appreciation

[floatingpetals]

Call of the Mountains || Ch. 10

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: language, maybe a tiny bit of angst if you squint. like really squint, danger prone reader tbh

Word Count: 2000+

Summary:  (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: yyeaaaaaahhhhh!!! another chapter! Once again, thank you so much to everyone being so amazing and sweet and patient with me! It’s slow going I know, but I’m hoping to get more into a swing of things. Also I may or may not have a job interview coming up(i still gotta send in my resume to the recruiter) But it I do get an interview, I might be getting my dream job?? Like??? YES PLEASE!!! Any who, I hope you all enjoy!!! Please give me validation.

Also don’t forget this is a 18+ only story cause it will get spicy later on. 

Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Series Masterlist

“So, why does Nat need me to come down to the main house?” Y/N asked Bucky as she dawdled behind him, swinging her arms while she balanced on the logs used to line the road. It kept her from stepping in the mud that sucked her boots into the ground, even if the slick logs were a little difficult to keep balance on.

Bucky looked back before he responded, smiling widely at the concentration on her face. He stood at the end of the log waiting for her to catch up and helped her hop to the next log with a hand waiting for her to take. Once he was sure she had it, he moved forward to wait at the other end.

“I don’t know.” He finally answered with a sigh. “She’s always been a bit cryptic, but this was.. weird.”

Y/N's face pinched in a grimace and stopped at the end of the log, her hands grasping his waiting one to keep balance.

“She mentioned that the others in the area aren’t too thrilled about people.” She grimaced. “Maybe they figured out I’m here and want to kick me out?”

Bucky snorted. “Nah, they’re not as bad as she makes them out to be…. Well not everyone. You might get one or two that are a little combative, but no one would ever want to hurt you. Even if they did, they’d have to get through me first.”

“Hm,” Y/N hummed, ready to continue her balancing act. “Well, that’s reassuring I suppose. Still doesn’t explain why I have to be there.”

“Who knows. We’ll figure it out when we get there. For now,” he helped her down when they finally reached the main pathway, biting the inside of his cheek at her grumble about the mud. “Let’s just go in with an open mind. But maybe try to steer clear from Steve until I figure out what’s going on. He’s pretty upset apparently.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes, walking towards the large cabin. “I’m coming to the conclusion that he’s one of the combative ones?”

“Sometimes.” Bucky shrugged. “He’s not always so short with people, but things have been a little strained recently.”

Y/N caught the cautious tone in his voice and cast a glance his way. He didn’t provide a reasoning and the dark look in his eye stopped her from asking. It wasn’t her place to question either considering she knew next to nothing about them both, so she bit her tongue and faced forward. Her eyes fell on the strange totem as they neared the cabin, tall and peculiar. The identical pull from the day before slowly washed over her, like the gentle push and pull of the ocean against the sands. She tensed when there was a pulse and just as before, the same glowing thin line rippling through the clearing.

The hair on her arms stood up as it neared, trepidation swirling in the pit of her stomach at the blue glow. Her steps falter slightly, but with Bucky seemingly either unaware or unperturbed by the strange glow rapidly gaining on them, she swallowed that fear and pushed forward. She didn’t need him to think she was crazy or crazier than she already was at least.

What she didn’t expect was delicate sounds of tinkering bells and a mix of soothing murmuring beginning to creep in the back of her mind. A language she couldn’t understand purred softly in her ears, crescendoing as the glowing line edged closer to their feet. The hum rose, begging her to understand and answer, but Y/N hadn’t the vaguest hint of what they wanted. A sensation of peace wrapped her in a cocoon, comforting the panic before it could boil over with ease, expecting her understandable reaction from the strange sensation. Despite not understanding a word that was whispered in her head, Y/N grasped it would never hurt her. The voices almost seemed as if it was crying for help, pleading and begging for to quell the call.

Silent, Y/N watched in a mix of awe and worry as the line separated once it neared them, passing around the two of them with ease. The voices followed the light, falling away until they slipped from her mind with a gentle nudge towards the large cabin. It wanted her to go inside, to see what was in there lying in wait. Y/N trembled, glancing back behind her to watch the light reconnect behind them, spread, and eventually disappeared from her line of sight much like the day before.

“Ah, crap,” Bucky muttered, looking in through the windows to the living room, completely oblivious about what just took place beside him. He could see several of his pack members clustered together, could smell the fury, and il concealed frustration through the closed doors. His oath pulled Y/N’s attention back to him, looking in the direction he was staring. She blanched at the number of faces, all looking equally annoyed as the rest.

“Anything I should know about before we go in?” Y/N whispered, taking a tentative step towards Bucky's side. He let out a heavy breath and shook his head.

“Just… Stick close.” Was all he supplied.

Nodding nervously, Y/N stepped up the deck stairs and let him lead her inside first, nervously wringing her fingers in front of her. Bucky rested his hand on her lower back and gently steered her through the kitchen into the living room, where the tension was dense. Steve was off to the side, glaring at something the group surrounded, not even once glancing in their direction or giving an indication he noticed their arrival.

Natasha was the first to greet them, her lips pulled in a thin line as she stepped away from the cluster of people. She turned her gaze to Y/N, her eyes softening to a look of almost pity. It set different types of bells off in Y/N’s mind, alarm and worry promptly returning. Y/N spared a glance to the other people standing in a group, who all were watching with varying expressions of pity and skepticism when she walked in. A man standing beside the enraged Steve broke away from the one side conversation they were having, an air of sympathy about him as he approached.

“You must be the illustrious danger-prone Y/N I’ve heard all about.” He greeted with a warm smile and extended his opposite hand, eyeing the splint on Y/N’s wrist. She let out a surprised laugh and shook his hand, relieved at least someone wasn’t drilling holes in the side of her head.

“I wouldn’t say illustrious, but given my track record, I don’t exactly have room to argue the danger-prone bit.”

“And she knows how to take a joke.” The man beamed, winking at her easy response. Bucky had to bite his tongue in hopes to ignore the tiny bit of jealousy that reared its ugly head. “I like that in a woman. Names Sam Wilson. Friend and brains of Bucky Barnes; the sense of reason and best friend to Steve Rogers. Wish it were under better circumstances, but I can’t say I’m not happy to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She shot another confused look towards the group and whatever they were clustered around. No one seemed willing to broach on the topic of why they were there, merely standing there awkwardly. Y/N huffed. “All right. I’ll bite, what’s with the oppressive atmosphere in here?”

Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He opened his mouth and quickly snapped it shut, unable to find the words. Giving up, his eyes darted over to Natasha for aid. She took in a deep breath and jerked her chin for them to follow the short distance. Reluctantly the people clustered together separated and let them see what was sitting on the table in the middle of the room.

“I went to your campsite to grab more of your things. Of sorts...” Natasha muttered ominously, standing directly in front of the table and blocking whatever was on there from sight.

“I’m not sure I like the way you worded that sentence.” Y/N frowned, trying to peer around Natasha to see what lay on the table.

“Right, well when I went to your campsite I… Well, I’ll just let you see what I found.” She stepped aside and Y/N gasped, shocked.

Laying on the table strewn about was her campsite. Or what was left of it. Her tent, sparkling brand new and once too big for her alone was ripped to shreds, only scraps of the former tent had seemed to make it with a few broken poles. Her clothes were in a pile, those too torn and shredded. There were scraps of her blankets, she could see the one with the adorable print of foxes in the pile. The few books she had were ripped, the fishing rod her dad lent here was snapped in half. A lantern was smashed, and her cooler was missing the lid. But what made her stop short was her cellphone, the screen shattered, and its back ripped right off.

“What the fuck?” She gasped, a shaky hand reaching out to skim against the shattered glass.

She didn’t have to be a genius to realize that this wasn’t an accident or caused by the storm. A shaky hand reached for the tent canvas, smoothing out the folds on the table to lay it flat.

Five massive slashes, whether they were from a knife or claws, Y/N couldn’t tell were clear as day cutting through the thick canvas. They were wide, too wide to be an attack from an animal. Though of what it was, she remained clueless. All she knew was that it was clear someone or something wanted to harm her. At the very least, wanted to scare the ever-living shit out of her.

“What the hell-who the fuck would do this?” She muttered, not expecting an answer from anyone. Sam was by her side, a grimace on his face as he rubbed her shoulder in hopes to soothe her. The other’s that remained silent during her reaction glanced to each other; whatever suspicion they had about this new human was gone in an instant the moment they scented her pure and unaltered horror and confusion.

The conversation in the room before she and Bucky stepped in the door went down the same direction; this could be a trap. She could have intentionally fallen in the river in hopes their compassionate alpha would save her. Now that she was in the pack, she could leak their weakness out. However, her genuine reaction blew that theory right out of the water. Her scent couldn’t lie, no matter how much some might try to fake it. This woman was an innocent bystander in this vicious attack, and somehow found her way twisted in the politics with a target in her back, even if she wasn’t aware of it.

While Y/N shakily looked through the pile with tears starting to pool in her eyes in fear that she could have been there, been in the tent during the attack, Bucky took in a deep breath.

The smell that hit his nose, despite being faint and nearly nonexistent due to the rain, caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. His hackles raised instantly and the wolf inside him was snarling to get out. They knew that smell. Fuck, he swore to himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Natasha caught the soft growl beginning in his chest. She shot him a look and elbowed his side. His eyes snapped towards hers, flashing dangerously showing how close to the surface his wolf was to snapping. She knew that smell too, not even the rain could wash away the smell that suffocated the campsite when she and Steve both stumbled across the carnage. She hadn’t even mentioned her car yet, the tires slashed, her car seats ripped open, and all the windows smashed. With a jerk of her chin, Bucky listened to the silent command of his beta and took in a shaky breath. He glanced over to Steve, locking eyes with him.

The rage he could see swirling in Steve’s eyes mirrored his own, outrage over the fact they would attack someone in their territory. Mate or not, the reserve was theirs to protect, and someone was encroaching on them. He didn’t need to look into their share link to know he was seething. And now Bucky understood perfectly. This would change just about everything.

Fuck, shit, fuck!

I don’t even know if tags work anymore but here you go! I’m also going to go through them and get rid of people who aren’t on anymore. It’s been a year, I’m sure there are people that are deactivated by now. If you’re on the list and want off cause you don’t follow anymore, let me know! No hard feelings!

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[yourmcu]

Forgotten [DISCONTINUED]

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request: 

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

Word count: 1,627

A/n: (to anon: I’d like to apologize for not finishing this) I don’t think I have any intention to anymore tbh so- I’m just posting this for fun now lmaolmao

hella big update: the continued version is here!

Warnings: bad angst and writing hee hee. no I’m serious this is bad

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building. 

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

----

The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

----

You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?

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[norwaynatasharomanoff]

just fluff dw

the actual masterlist sleep by crackedoutwalnut confidence by saltybaltic natural disaster by chokemewanda ---- pt. 2 (character death) first and second impressions by randomshyperson can i get your number by natromanoffxox first dates by vancityfire13 idle conversation by a-simple-imagine repressed trauma by chokemewanda fake dating by saltybaltic unexpected by wokeupinawalnut lost and found by vancityfire13 i'll remember by wandsolsen i'll take care of you by lonely-gay-22 5 times you fell for natasha & the 1 time natasha falls by aphrodite-made-me-write-it pet names by wokeupinawalnut normal by lndlover ---- pt. 2 translation by saltybaltic you have a date by saltybaltic i spy by vancityfire13 deja vu by simpfornatasharomanoff courting your plus one by missmonsters2 free falling by natasha-danvers neglect by wandaromanova come home by a-simple-imagine heartbeat by wandaromanova милая by startrekkingaroundasgard trick question by hiiraya oblivious by mcuwritin were you yelling at my girl? by rebeliz777 "what can i do, baby? just tell me and i'll do it" by carol-thirteen closing time by cloudy-minded-idiot ---- pt. 2 i meant every word i said by sapphicdaya it's only three letters by vancityfire13 (everything they write is amazing. first taglist i ever joined tbh) sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows by wokeupinawalnut you walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought by wokeupinawalnut partner by straightouttaneptune dagligvarer by yourmcu four months by 8plasma whipped badass girlfriend by wandavicky curiosity killed the cat by lndlover (i adore this. i can't help but die at the thought of natasha w a cat... also natasha w a cat who constantly bothers tony is a++) anchor by honeyedtulips deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other's hair to pull them closer by wokeupinawalnut a cold surprise by wokeupinawalnut can't it be both? by startrekkingaroundasgard colorblind!r drabble by lesbian-deadpool only for you by lovelyavengers never sink again by somnambulants falling into it by vancityfire13 (like every so slightly tw: internalized homophobia) bad blood by honeyedtulips baton headcannon by honeyedtulips (i loooove this) in the dark by saltybaltic ticket for one by 8plasma short!r drabble by too-gay-for-marvel assassin's homecoming by forever-more-never-again nice lil fluffy blurb (: by wandaromanova sweet by imhereforbvcky i'll always choose you by mcuwritin swiped right by wlwmarvelenthusiast (absolutely in love with how creative the breaks in this fic are. great great great writing style. favorite) free fall by thewidowintheweb itty bitty drabble about nomad!nat that i would honestly pay good money to read more of by missmonsters2 wingman!liho (lol) drabble by missmonsters2 (fave) it's the end of the world (as we know it) by vancityfire13 fixer upper by theunreliablewriter (smidgey of angst but i promise it's a happy ending) i never stopped by theunreliablewriter (also some angst but it's fluffy too! and there's a happy ending so dw) nat beating someone up for r headcanon by twilight-99-tm r dresses up as captain marvel for halloween drabble by starsvck all too well by vancityfire13 (FAVORITE) children's dr!r by sugarybitterness the manhattan menace by wlwmarvelenthusiast (ALSO FAVORITE) free hugs by wolferine touch starved norway nat drabble by twilight-99-tm protective norway nat headcannon by cap-n-stuff ---- pt. 2 my scarf’s stuck in the door of my apartment building and i can’t reach the keypad to unlock the door to the lobby, can you help me out, neighbor-I’ve-never-spoken-to-before? by wokeupinawalnut crisp air that bites your nose just a little + when she wears your flannel shirt by wokeupinawalnut are you close by wlwmarvelenthusiast

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[c-is-writing]

comfort

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

genre: light angst, fluff

word count: 955

warnings: talk of insecurities

a/n: tbh, this was a very self-indulgent fic. i haven't been doing that well for the past 2-3 weeks and i think it's the worst i've been in a while. i am currently extremely burnt out and on top of that, i’m also juggling a lot of things with my health both physical and mental. so, i might take a break for about a week and pray that i’ll feel better once everything rolls over.

The past few weeks have been a blur for you; one moment you were happy and enjoying yourself, the next moment everything had gone downhill leading to where you are now -- curled up and lying in bed, staring at the wall. Honestly, you aren’t sure what had led to this but after one thing led to another, you quickly became overwhelmed and exhausted with trying to keep up. As you stare at the wall, the room is dark and silent, leaving you with your thoughts. Failure. Disappointment. Not enough. Sighing, you close your eyes and feel tears pricking at the edges of your eyes but not falling down. You’ve cried so much in the past few weeks that you’re tired of doing it and now resort to staring into a blank space.

A knock disrupts the silence as it’s followed by, “Y/N?” Still lost in your thoughts, you continue to look forward and pay no attention to whoever is calling your name. The room briefly fills with light as your door creaks open and you hear light footsteps approaching you. The bed dips next to you as a soft hand gently begins to smooth over your hair. In a soft voice, afraid to disturb you, Natasha asks, “Hey, is everything alright?” Those are words that you’ve been hearing repeatedly for the past weeks but something about the person who’s asking it stirs up emotion. 

A sob leaves your mouth as you begin to tear up and eventually cry. A soft, “Oh” is heard as the redhead lays down next to you, pulling you towards her chest. Tucking your head into the crook of your neck, you continue to cry until the room is silent once more with slight hiccups every so often. Natasha begins to cradle your head as her other hand slowly rubs your back in a soothing manner.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Pausing, you think it over, unsure of what to do. You don’t want to burden her with your feelings but you are really struggling here and need her support. Lightly gripping her shirt, you give a small nod.

“Okay,” Natasha kisses the top of your head, “go whenever you’re ready.”

Avoiding eye contact with her, you begin to let out all of the thoughts and emotions you’ve held on to for the past few weeks, only pausing to take breaths and ground yourself before you start crying again. She never interrupted you while you talked as she was slowly taking in everything you were saying. By the end of your rant, a few tears make their way onto your girlfriend’s shirt as she holds you impossibly closer to her and begins to comfort you. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Just let it out.”

After a couple minutes, you manage to center yourself once more as Natasha is the first to break the silence.

“You know it’s not healthy to bottle up these emotions, moya lyubov.”

Nodding in acknowledgement against her chest, she continues.

“I’m so sorry that you had to deal with that alone. I wish you could tell me these things so I can help you before it becomes too much.”

In a soft voice, you say, “I’m sorry, Nat.”

“No, no, no, no. Don’t apologize, it’s okay. Just remember that in the future, okay? We’re in it together and as your girlfriend, I promise to always take care of you.”

Taking in her words, you think about the previous weeks as a thought crosses your mind.

“Am I-,” sighing, you blink away the tears forming in your eyes again and continue in a broken voice, “am I enough?”

Natasha tightens her hold on you as she kisses your head once more and mumbles into your hair, “Of course you are. What makes you think you don’t?”

“I-I’m not sure but it just feels like no one wants a failure or disappointment for a girlfriend.”

You close your eyes as the room falls quiet, Natasha unable to form a response. Beginning to regret what you said, you try to move away but she holds you close to her and exhales. She gently grasps your chin and turns your head so that you’re facing her. Unwilling to meet her eyes, you glance away as she quietly says, “Hey, please look at me.” Through blurry eyes, you meet her emerald ones and soak in the words she tells you.

“You’re not a failure nor a disappointment and you never will be.”

“But I-”

“Hush, no buts. You will always be enough no matter what happens. You deserve so much love in this world and I’m going to do everything I can to give that to you. You just need to let me in a little more so I can support you more, alright?” 

“Okay...I can try.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask for.”

You slowly move upwards to kiss her as she leans down, her lips meeting yours. Pulling slightly back, you whisper against her lips, “Thank you, Natasha.” The corners of her lips quirks upwards into a smile as she replies, “Of course, I’m always going to be here to take care of you.” She may not have been able to take away all of your pain and insecurities in that moment however you knew that she was going to be there to comfort you and protect you from your inner demons. You don’t have to struggle alone anymore and that’s all you can ask for. Getting back into a good place mentally was going to take awhile, but with Natasha by your side, you knew she would do everything she could to help and would remind you that you are loved and worthy of loving every day.

tag list (marvel): @imnotasuperhero @peggycarter-steverogers @natasharomanoffswife @nat-romanoffdanvers @aaron-despair

#*mine #i'm too tired to proofread anything #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #as you can tell natasha is my go-to comfort person :')) #aNyways that's enough sad posting for now #no one wants to hear it lmao #*comfort fic

[come-along-pond]

lol What changes are you making in Eleanor Roger's au fic, where it diverts from the canon? Actually, good question. First: at one point does this au divert from the canon??

(I'm only superficially familiar with the Avengers movies, their timelines and their character dynamics but . . . I'll do my best to help lol)

Okay, so to start with, my canon diverts at Thanos’ first snap when Steve gets dusted. Yes technically my canon differs from the mcu because Eleanor exists, but this is when things get drastically different from the og plot. I’m gonna need A LOT of help from everyone lol to re-write endgame so Nat stays alive.

( @stanshollaand + @witchofinterest i think you’ll enjoy this)

This means my AU starts with the first snap as well.

Steve survives

Endgame occurs basically exactly the same as the mcu, El is just there vibing

Steve doesn’t let her come with them to save the world

Nat dies and Eleanor is horrified

Then Steve leaves her to grow old in the past

“You don’t need me anymore Ellie”

“No! No you don’t get to decide that for me. You don’t get to call me that anymore either. I’ve always needed you. You’re my dad,”

Lots of angst

Her mother figure’s dead and her dad left her

Thus El sticks with Wanda

Everyone seems to have forgotten about them

Steve and Nat would have helped them

Wandavision

El is sat in the car when Wanda turns Westview into a sitcom lol

El doesn’t remember her dad, all she knows is Wanda’s her aunt

Well, not her real aunt a family friend but Wanda calls her her neice

El’s just vibeing tbh

Lowkey doesn’t want to leave because here she can forget her pain

TFATWS

Bucky and Sam are trying their best to help El

She’s what brings them closer

She’s SO angry about John Walker omg

Sam has to hold her back because Bucky isn’t gonna

Sam is the only one El wants to take the title of Captain America

Hawkeye

El is invited to the Bartons for Christmas

She goes to New York under Clint’s kids requests to make sure he makes it home in time

My girl is just vibing

being in New York reminds her of her mum and dad

and so she’s going through it

And she makes it to the Bartons’s for Christmas

Would like to clarify Nat and Steve aren’t in a relationship

Although a little part of me ships them

Nat has just raised El and they both understand Nat is Eleanor’s mum

#eleanor rogers: au #day🌞 #oc: eleanor rogers

[missmonsters2]

Oh my God. I will admit, I came from AO3 but goddamn your fics are amazing. I just came from your first 'lead me astray' with Natasha/Reader and I had a few ideas. I just thought of giving them to you since I couldn't keep it in.

Okay- Just imagine reader leaving for the mission/position but before that she leaves a note for Nat. And all throughout the days that she's away from her, the reader sends texts,letters or whatever always stating how she loves Nat and how she's sorry for how stupid she is and how her day is like. At first, Nat doesn't open the letters but just keeps them in her drawer or whatever but one night she just was curious and reads all of them.

But then, two weeks pass without the readers letters and Nat is worried af. She asks Fury and Fury skillfully avoids the questions but Nat is persistent and eventually corners Fury. Fury then says that it's been radio silence from the reader since like two weeks ago. Natasha demands that they like go over where reader was and that's where they find like multiple letters for Natasha, a old style voice recorder with a farewell recording for Nat, a pile of files and 3 USB's filled with info on HYDRA.

They find out that Reader was planning on taking a suicide mission alone. And they move in, but was a minute too late, Reader was shot and is stuck in coma (well, I mean if you want reader dead then be my guest) Natasha listens to the recording:

"I was, still am, lost without you Nat. You're everything I have left, and with you gone, what do I have to lose? Maybe with me out of the picture, you can finally move on and be happy with someone else. I love you. I always will. Never forget about me, please?"

You are on the angst train and I will not stand for it!!!!!! 

So lemme sit down and we can indulge in this together 👀

Tbh I had to go back to read Lead me Astray because I always get it confused with Leave Me Lonely LOL

Reader would still leave for her position because after fucking it up with Natasha, she doesn’t think she can fix it. But she would definitely leave one last letter apologizing to Nat for not just talking to her when she was unsure of the the things between them. Reader wishes Natasha happiness and hopes they can stay in touch or one day be friends. 

I think I would go for a coma for a chance of a happy ending. 

A blurb of what I think reader would leave on the voice recording to Natasha:

Natasha's fingers shake as she touches the stupid voice recording pen she had given to you as a gift shortly after she said yes to officially dating you.  She can't believe you would keep such a small gift.  It's been a long day, and Natasha only left the hospital after Steve had come to drag her out because the doctors and nurses needed to do additional tests. It hurt. It really burned Natasha to see you lying there as still as a statue. Like you were dead.  Except you weren't. You were in a coma.  Natasha looks at the pen. She's gone through all of the data you sent except for this pen.  Because this pen was addressed just to her, and Natasha knows that this was your last message to her, and she's not really ready to hear what you had to say. But now this pen could be all that Natasha has left of you.  She presses play. At first, she just heard you coughing awkwardly to clear your throat. "Um..." You start, and Natasha's lip twitches as she can picture you pressing your lips together in a gawky manner.  "Sorry...you know I'm weirdly awkward with this type of stuff..." you mumble before sighing. "I guess...I guess I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry again. I knew vulnerability was difficult for you, but I guess I thought I could change that, and that was wrong of me. And then when I was insecure, I did things to punish you instead of coming to talk to you like an adult." There was a pause, and Natasha imagines that you lick your lips. "Things are rough on my end here, much worse than I imagined. I don't really have a lot of time before I have to go...I don't know if I'll make it back or not if I'm honest. I think you were right in a way...that this line of work, letting someone in can make you vulnerable. And I say that because making this choice was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, right under choosing to leave when I should've stayed to grovel to make it work with you. I know I just said I don't know if I'll make it back, but truthfully, I don't think I will. And so, I just wanted to tell you that I love you. I love you, and none of this was your fault, do you hear me? I meant everything that I said in the letter. I wish you happiness, Nat. I wish you find a happiness that you can't find anywhere else in this lifetime. I hope you find someone that makes you spilling out your guts easier than destroying Clint at Mario Kart." Natasha chokes on a laugh.  The recording is silent for a moment, but Natasha can hear you breathing, swallowing noticeably. "And...I guess if I'm lucky and those kinds of things exist, I hope I get to meet you in the next lifetime, and if I get that chance...I promise to do it better." The recording ends, and Natasha hasn't moved. Hot tears are falling down her eyes, and it feels like something is being torn inside her.   "Nat." She hears the voice, but she doesn't turn around. Clint stands there, only catching the last quarter of the recording you left Natasha. "This is my fault," Natasha says hollowly, tears falling more and more, and Natasha doing nothing to stop them.  Clint stands straighter, walking toward her. "No, don't say--" "It is!" Natasha bites out. "Even though I still loved her, missed her, wanted things to work out, wanted to forgive her--I let her leave. I let her leave because I was scared, and I was scared because the truth was that I already let her in." Natasha presses her hand to her face, teeth clenched. "If I could take it all back, I would. I would tell her every little thing on my mind because then she wouldn't have felt like she had nothing to come home to and wouldn't have made that choice." Natasha feels Clint pull her into a hug, tears soaking his shirt as he doesn't know what to say.  "I don't even know if I'll get to tell her now," Natasha lets her face fall against Clint easily, her tight grip on the pen recorder loosening. "You will," Clint tells her. "She'll wake up...she has to."

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #avengers reader insert #black widow x reader #mm: answered #anon #mm.drabble.nat

[finitepeace]

fics i read this week:

 I read some bucky x natasha fics: 

Head Is Not My Home by taralkariel

Summary: The Black Widow is a legend. Legends aren't made cheap.

Shaken by the events of Civil War, Natasha Romanoff goes back to familiar ground to hide. To hide and remember how she became the Black Widow. How Natalia Romanova would do anything to save her father-figure. How she was one of 28 ballerinas with the Bolshoi - no, one of 28 Black Widow agents with the Red Room. How the only thing that made her feel human was a man with a metal arm.

(A story to show what really happened in the comics Red Room and how it could fit into the MCU)

19k words in 12 chapters, not rated (maybe T&up?), bucky nat up to IW, i think.  it’s not very dark themed <3,

tell me baby, do you recognize me? by xocean

Summary: "You're a liar." Natasha is shaking. "You're a heartless, lonely, lying murderer."

He doesn't even blink. "We both are."

The Winter Soldier's game is up, and Steve's not letting him go this time. Enter the only person who doesn't want a part in this shitfest: Natasha Romanov.

Or, as James Buchanan Barnes remembers her: Natalia Romanova.

63k words in 10 chapters (from 11), angst.

 and an IronDad x SpiderSon fic: 

This B.S. Better Be Worth It by losingmymindtonight 💙

Summary: Originally, Tony's plan had been to just surprise Peter with the fact that he would be on campus for a semester.

He’d never actually expected Peter to sign up for his class.

7k words in 4 chapters, tony acting like a dad (and awesome professor)

 as usual, the rest are Stony fics:  

American Dream by NobodysBloodyPrincess

Summary: Tony is trying, but try as he might he just can’t find the silver lining of this particular disaster.

After all, what happiness could possibly be derived from the knowledge that the perfect little girl in his arms is now motherless? What relief could be drawn, when his boyfriend of ten years, the love of his life really, is probably, currently, right at this moment in the arms of ‘Peggy’ his new fiancé?

13k words, no powers au, tony-centric, stevetony has broken up and tony adopts a kid, steve is depicted a bit insensitive (idk what the word, like unable to read the room?) here. 

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep by Mizzy 💙

Summary: Years after Tony Stark saved the universe, the Avengers realize there’s a major problem: his body has gone missing. And he isn’t the only one. Fallen heroes all over the galaxy have had their graves pillaged.

An old foe is stealing the bodies of fallen warriors, but for what nefarious reason? There’s only one solution. To find out why it’s happening, Steve’s gotta die.

He probably shouldn’t be so eager to do that.

233k words in 12 chapters, post endgame resurrections (?), gladiator trope, lots of action scenes, and THERE’S MORGAN x STEVE INTERACTIONS!!!!! 

The Culling of the Stars by dirigibleplumbing

Summary: Tony dies saving Steve's life on the courthouse steps. Now Steve is left with the fallout of their Civil War, expected to take charge and preserve Tony's legacy. He doesn't know how he can do it alone—not when he can't stop thinking about Tony, or keep track of the days, or even feel.

9k words, comic book’s civil war not MCU’s, angst but gnidne yppah 

Together, Always by Sapphic_Futurist 💙

Summary: He swallows hard, a prickle of tears in his eyes because this is his husband.

This is Tony Stark and Steve’s husband, and Steve gets to have this. He gets to have this for the rest of his goddamn life.

30k words in 3 chapters, embodiment of stony’s “together” T_T, read the tags if you want to be spoiled lol if not then enjoy! (and I don’t regret not reading the tags tbh) 

And I'd Buy A Big House Where We Both Could Live by shinkonokokoro

Summary: Missing: Tony Stark, billionaire businessman, heir to Stark Industries, reward: none

Only Steve didn't know that when he picked up the waterlogged unconscious man from the bank of a river.

59k words in 29 chapters, non-power au, kid clint and peter as steve’s brothers

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic

Summary: Where it was Nick Fury's idea, but he didn't mean it like that

6k words, fake dating into real dating 

Home Is Where the Time Machine Is by Wordsplat 💙

Summary:Steve and Tony's daughter accidentally falls back in time, and learns that impossible time travel phone calls can and will be made just to ground you, big brothers are awful snitches, and parents used to date other people. The past blows.

23k words in 5 chapters, domestic, stony being married 

don't know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

Summary: “Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask.

11k words, tony being peacefully oblivious while the whole world isn’t. 

I Started a Joke by Naferty

Summary "Tony?"

"Who the hell is Tony?"

102k words in 11 chapters, tony is the winter soldier 

Take Two  by Wordsplat 💙

Summary: Steve loses his memory but he gets the feeling he's lost a lot more. Who exactly is Tony Stark to him and why won't he come out of the basement?

24k words, i just love it. 

Sunrise Over the End of the World by Sapphic_Futurist

Summary: When Dr. Strange arrives at an Accords Committee Meeting and warns of the coming of an alien megalomaniac set on destroying the world, the Rogues are pardoned and Tony finds himself exactly where he never wanted to be. Back at the Compound with Steve, who still can't take a hint and won't leave him alone.

--

In which Tony is broken and Steve finds redemption.

35k in 11 chapters, explicit, civil war fix-it up to infinity war 

Far Away And Long Ago by Ragdoll (Keshka) 💙

Summary: Steve steps into the past and discovers that hope held on a pedestal is as insubstantial as smoke. Then he sees Tony. And that's when things get complicated.

Full summary contained within.

18k in 4 chapters, mature, seems like abandoned WIP :( endgame fix-it au when steve returns the stones... 

Something More Than What They Are series by  Sapphic_Futurist

An exploration of love, denial and propensity for change.

38k in 4 works, explicit, Steve and Tony are married during the civil war madness but seems like their love is not enough to stop it from happening or reconciling T_T 

the marks you choose to leave behind by masterlokisev159

Summary: The Stane faction has been around for many years, long before Tony was bitten. And since he was forced, his life has been nothing short of misery and pain; a prison he will never escape. As a low member of the faction, his only hope at survival is to remain a loyal pet to Ezekiel. So when Ezekiel mentions the growing threat of the Avengers of the Undead, and the dreaded Captain, Tony is adamant to step up and do what he can. It’s also his last chance to see the outside world before he’s bonded to Whitney forever.

But what he finds instead is an unlikely companion with golden eyes. A strange werewolf by the name of Steve.

35k, general, vampire tony/werewolf steve, based on earth-666 

La La Love by Wordsplat

Summary: "To be perfectly clear, Tony always knew that Stephanie Rogers was the best thing that would ever happen to him."

4k words, teen up and audiences, female Steve, highschool au, awkward tony

Meet Your Heroes by Wordsplat

Summary:Tony gets rescued by a highly concerned, very handsy Captain America. This is confusing for a number of reasons.

4k words, identity porn AU, 

Hashtag Finally by Wordsplat 💙

Summary: Tony doesn't ever actually ask the Avengers to move into his house, steal his wifi, eat all his food, and become the best family he's ever known. They do it anyway.

15k, teen&up, domestic avengers a.k.a. tower life, hyperactive Clint lol, super cute, everyone are stony supporters

Thanks For the Memories by Wordsplat

Summary: When Tony is sent crashing-all too literally-into the 1940's by an alternate-universe Loki's spell, neither Tony nor Steve are prepared for the consequences.

9k words, time travel au, secret pining 

#stony #stevetony #irondad #bucknat #fics read

[writefightandflightclub]

Me appreciating you for Fanfic Writers’ Appreciation Day, but a day late, because I do everything late. Anyway... yay!

1. PLEASE LOOK DOWN THIS LIST (BELOW THE CUT) UNTIL YOU SPOT AN AUTHOR YOU’RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH

2. GO AND CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF

3. SCREAM AT THEM ABOUT HOW GREAT THEY ARE

4. SIGNAL BOOST THE HELL OUT OF THEIR STUFF

5. REPEAT STEPS ABOVE

Firstly, before we proceed to the list: I will have forgotten people, and for that I am so sorry (not in any way intentional)- I will come back and update if I spot someone I’ve missed. Secondly, for fic authors who weren’t tagged on Fic Writers’ Day, please keep doing what you’re doing! Putting your writing out there takes courage and I’m super proud of you. I’m so pleased we have your unique voice in the fandom, and I appreciate you.

Secondly, if you know an author who perhaps didn’t get as much love as they deserve (and don’t be afraid to self-hype) please send me an ask with a) their/your handle b) which fandom they/you write for (to be relevant to my page pls keep this to SW, Oscar, Pedro, MCU) c) why people should check them/you out and, if you like, which fic to start with, and I’ll do a shout-out.

Finally, if you aren’t a writer yet but you want to be, I believe in you! Please take the plunge! My inbox is always open to any aspiring writers who need encouragement to make that first post or start that first fic. I’ve been in your position, and believe me I’m in your corner. Happy to be your hype girl.

Reccing authors in Star Wars / Oscar / Pedro fandoms:

@okay-hotshot / Celeste is the loveliest human ever. She had me hooked from her first fic, which broke then healed my heart, and I’m so proud of her writing journey so far! Check her page out for Oscar character fics and the most magical, creative, immersive, touching, original Llewyn fic you could dream up: Wait for me.

@mandoplease where do I even start? Becca oozes talent and absolutely floors me every single time. The first fic I read was: The City Lights Can Wait (Santi x reader) and I was just blown away by the writing prowess. Gorgeous prose, mind blowing metaphors and descriptions. A personal fave is the Santi/Frankie threesome fic: Moving Day, but Fight Night also needs a mention. Check her out for Triple Frontier / Narcos / Star Wars characters.

@mylifeliterally Ok, Emma is an absolute gem of a human. Funny, welcoming and so supportive of other writers. Oh, and can be counted on for thots. I often rec the positively artful Triple Frontier gangbang fic (and now series) Team Building Exercise, but don’t overlook her other fics- I especially love: Just for Tonight, a two-part Santi fic. The Triple Frontier Queen, she is slowly dragging everyone into a pit of yearning along with her for every single one of those boys and we’re not even mad. Her writing is flawless and I cannot get enough. P.s. she has a refridgerator husband.

@tintinwrites I’ve already gushed at Caitlin today so I’ll keep it brief. Queen of Poe, and also branching out and excelling with everything she touches in Pedro fandoms too. I think I’ve read near everything on her masterlist and there are no wrong choices, but to pick out only a couple, which is a hard task, imma rec Forbidden Fruit and Fifty Ways to Kiss someone for Po, and Nothing Could be Finer for reader x Frankie x Santi. 

@woakiees again, gushed at Hadley already so I’ll try and keep it chill here. Queen of angst and darkness, and of First Order Poe. Also love that she’s writing for Santi and Din now too. Caitlin says it best when she describes Hadley’s writing as like something from 1843 with a modern twist. Such a unique voice. Imma recommend Sanctified and So ruthless, Darling for Poe.

@iamthe-shadow-on-the-wall Abby! The range! You know I remind you on a bi-monthly basis how much Lonely Nights (Poe x reader) broke my heart and here we go again. You can do it all- fluffy, slow burn series (Call it what you want), heartbreaking angst and smut- your Blue Jones mob boss AU, Darkest Little Paradise? Wowzers. Plus, you’re a sweetie and I love when we scream at each other. 

@darksideofclarke Clarke does so much for us all and just keeps giving. From the Sinful Sunday events to the incredible Follower Celebration, to setting up a whole side blog to extend the character takeovers?! Blessed with content! And Clarke’s fics?! Exquisite, and such a choice of characters from the Oscar fandom. I particularly love Now and Forevermore (Orestes); Bulletproof (Santi); Humbled (Blue); and ‘Til Death Do They Part (Mikael) but I could easily go on. Clarke you’re so talented. And you are a lovely human to boot!

@bluebellhairpin Nemo, you are a joy, and I won’t gush at you too much bc I already did that today, but I love what you’re putting out. You write for so many fandoms, which is so impressive, and you’re a fellow Poe hoe. I adore your series Fight or Flight, Rider, but you have so many cute one-shots and blurbs too e.g. Poe Dameron is an Idiot! Your audios give me life as well.

@spider-starry Carrie is so much fun and has been branching out a lot in her writing recently, which is great to see! I love Carrie’s 100 letter project in particular, for various Oscar characters, as well as this smutty Nathan NSFW Alphabet, which had me all in a tizz.

@aellynera (tag me in your stuff pls?) I love your drunk text series for Santi and Nathan and your Itsy Bitsy Spider headcanons made me howl! I’m so excited to see what you put out next! And I love that you also love Nathan :D

@anetteaneta already gushed at you today so I’ll keep it brief, but I’m so happy you’re sharing your writing! I loved your Sherlock series for Santi so much! And OMG wait, I didn’t see you’d written for Nathan until just now. Must catch-up. (Please tag me in any Oscar stuff you put out?)

@veuliee2 I need to catch-up on a lot of your fics to be fair (please tag me in stuff?) but you write Orestes so wonderfully and with so much heart that it blows me away (New Constellations). So few fics on him on this site and yours are a pleasure. Plus, you’re an all round lovely person! :o)

@thirsty-flygirl I don’t think you believe how good you are which makes me very sad to be honest. Because you’re amazing. You write Poe so spot on, so warm and goofy and a lovable sexy dumbass. Perfect. Your writing and dialogue makes me smile / laugh and you can somehow make it hot and soft all at once. I love your series Idiots in particular. (Please tag me in more of your stuff though as I worry I miss things you put out?). You’re great and I love having you here.

@twomoonstwosuns​ I really need to catch-up on your Poe series, Back to You but I really enjoyed the chapters I’ve read! (Please tag me in future Poe stuff?) You’re a star! 

@absurdthirst I’m newish in the Pedro fandoms so still getting to grips with it, but have loved what I’ve seen so far and look forward to delving deeper (and there’s plenty to get stuck into!)!Most recently read the Ezra fic Healing which was beautifully and sensitively written (cw: for prior assault).

@damerondjarin Taylor is multi-talented and blesses us, tbh, with GIFs and writing. She’s currently in tumblr jail, but I strongly advise you check out all her stuff. I came for Santi fics and they did not disappoint (I can’t link to it but the latest Santi fic killed me and was a wonderul take on the “there’s only one bed” trope.

@damndamer0n you have a gift, Ty. I’m in awe and I don’t know how you do what you do. Your way with words is really something special. I bow. Gonna recommend Just Friends for Poe because this is such a warm and immersive (and hot) fic and so in character. But honestly all your stuff is perfect. I’ve read things for characters I’ve never heard of before because of you and have loved each and every one. (Like, really, what are your secrets, tell us?). Also gonna shout-out to your Ezra fic, Sunlight, beacuse the world-building and mood-building was lovely. Really memorable!

@mssr-cellophane I found your work recently through FinnPoe week and your glorious take on the The Jacket prompt (links to A03). Looking forward to reading more of your stuff (please feel free to tag me!) and surprised by how much I vibe with all your posts haha. Happy to follow you! :)

@yougottakeeponkeepinon AMANDA? Where do I begin and how do I stop? You’re such an important part of this site for me. I think you’re wonderful as a person and I love your writing too. Miscommunication (First Order! Poe) is off the scale brilliant, and then you blew me away with your latest Santi fic, Eavesdropping, but honestly, I’ve never read anything of yours I didn’t love, from goofy Poe to soft soft Llewyn (I love Away from the Sun). I WANNA YELL AT YOU YOU’RE JUST THE BEST.

@poesflygirl Nat is a ball of energy and that comes across in her writing. Nat, you write with such verve and energy and defo have a unique voice. You write the angstiest angst and fluffiest fluff and you also write action and dialogue so well. Your fics have a ton of unexpected turns and are unpredictable, and you have loads of unique ideas which are really fresh and different to read. You don’t seem to believe how good you are, which makes me sad tbqh. I love when I see a tag pop up and get to read something new from you! In particular love your Poe series, You and Paging a Heart, and these Poe one-shots: Just another Benduday Night and Truth or Dare.

@starryeyedstories NOVA. You are pure sunshine. You spread so much positivity and you’re the loveliest human. Your are the Queen of softness and fluff and for comforting and beautifully written fics. Your series, Across the Hall,has taken us all on such a wonderful journey and I don’t want it to ever end. It’s like my happy place! Each chapter is practically a hug with words. Your Din one-shot All of Me is so romantic as well!

@softpedropascal I’m newish in Pedro fandoms but softpedropascal writes wonderfully for Frankie. The dedication to the character is evident, and characterisation wonderful- I can’t wait to read more: Masterlist

@rzrcrst okay, you may know rzrcrst for Pedro fics (which are wonderful) but she also recently started writing for Tony Stark and I’m so happy! 😀🧡 (Fun fact- her url is also the reason I couldn’t spell Razor Crest properly when I finally started writing for Din). She’s currently taking a well-earned tumblr break but fics are still up on Ao3- linked in profile.

@writefasttalkevenfaster​ Please tag me in any of your Star Wars stuff as I swear I keep missing things and I don’t mean to! Masterlist

@galaxy-of-stories​ Maddie, I keep missing things you post but you’re lovely and your writing is awesome. I love your Poe series Over and Over and I think I’ve just spotted a new chapter to catch-up on so lucky me! :D

@who-talks-first Billie, my lovely friend! You’re wonderful to have around on this hellsite. Your dedication to supporting writers in these fandoms is unparelled and you’re an absolute sweatheart, as well as super fun to chat to and thirst with. You have certainly made my experience on this site so much better! And also, your writing? Excuse me? So good. Your Poe fic, The Torture of Small Talk With Someone You Used to Love? Sublime! And the Poe, Naked, Dripping, Locked? So funny! You definitely have a unique style and your writing can be simultaneously edgy, poetic, and moving. ILY!

@xxidontwikeitxx Hope you don’t mind being included, as you haven’t posted your work, but you ARE a writer, and I’m so happy you’ve recently started creating! Again, hope you don’t mind me saying, but I had the pleasure of reading your Marcus Pike blurb, and it’s was so soft and lovely. I really hope - when/if you’re comfortable- you decide share your work, and if not, I hope you keep enjoying the process! Would leave to read more from you in the future!

@shakespeareanwannabe is writing such a heartfelt Santi x OC story (find it here) with sublime characterisation of both Santi and Frankie, AS WELL AS seriously well-rounded and compelling OCs / supporting cast. This series is a key contributor for me falling down a Frankie rabbit role, and my First Dates fic likely wouldn’t exist without it! So excited for more!

Also shoutout to @ollypopp @milleniumvalcon @justrunamok @yourbucky084 who are delightful beings and whose writing I need to catch-up on!I look forward to it!

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