#And then finally of course Steve being the only one to ride Tony

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It’s been a while but I can finally gush about my favorite moments from Avengers Assemble Season 3, episode 21 “Building the Perfect Weapon” :D

So blah blah Truman Marsh kicking Hulk out of the Avengers and he is replaced by Red Hulk. When that’s revealed, welp chaos. Hulk runs away and gosh the rest of the Avengers go to run after him but Marsh tells them they have a mission to do.

Everyone goes back into the room except Steve and Tony and they talk.

“If he thinks I’ll go on another mission with that maniac..” Tony said, obviously frustrated.

“We have to make the best of it, Tony.” Steve replies seriously and not a second later he smiles at him rather fondly, leaning in to clasp his armored shoulder. “I thought you were a maniac when I met you.”

And HELLO?! Steve keeps his hand on Tony’s shoulder as they walk back into the room qwq. Also..I want to know the lore so bad why Steve first thought Tony was a maniac when they first met and how that opinion changed!!

Then mission and Red Hulk casually dropping military knowledge to everyone’s surprise.

After digesting the information, Steve moves his gaze to look back at Tony, who looks at him. “A maniac, huh?” Steve says in quiet disbelief.

(SHUT UP? It’s so silly that Steve brought that up since no one else on the team will understand that reference except Tony. Like, Steve looked back at Tony to bring it up)

As Red-Hulk suddenly charges, Steve backs up to be side-by-side with Tony. The two exchange sideway glances, Steve giving a knowing smile as he merely shrugs.

Tony looks away, muttering “Yeah. Maniac.” , unaware that Steve is still looking, and smiling fondly, at him until Tony begins ordering.

Steve trying to hide his love for Tony challenge (impossible)

Like geez, Steve still smiling and looking at Tony even though Tony isn’t looking at him and only moves when orders are being delivered like okay sir good for you 👌

Anyways they find The Leader and fight Ultimo and I that fight scene because of Tony’s quick thinking planning!

He first tells Falcon to get Ultimo to chase him and Falcon does it without question until wanting to know what’s next. The Avengers trust Tony I love it <3

In the span of minutes, Tony asks for a cable arrow, compliments Clint’s shot, asks for it very nicely, connects it to the back of Ultimo’s head, orders Thor to electrify the cable, and boom, Ultimo is defeated. Like, YEAH! LEADERSHIP SKILLS, GENIUS SKILLS! The Avengers run so smoothly like woah.

Hehe Tony saying “that’s all” for his plan, and Clint laughs and repeats disbelievingly “Heh. That’s all, he says”. Shut up I love Tony downplaying his quick planning and the team refusing for him to downplay it since yeah, Tony’s a genius!

Tracking The Leader, the Avengers find a destroyed little town and try to find out exactly where he is. Red-Hulk is impulsive as ever, trying to rush things. While arguing, The Leader sent an energy wave to disable their tech. So, Falcon’s trackers don’t work and Tony, in his armor, can’t move o_o

Even more fun, a hole opens up and everyone’s falling!

Red-Hulk jumps using the rocky walls. Thor uses his hammer to hover. Widow uses a wire to hold onto a rock, with Falcon holding onto one of her legs. Clint uses an arrow and sticks it into the wall. Steve digs his shield into the side of the wall.

AHH! With his left hand, Steve is holding his shield and with his right hand, holding onto Tony’s gauntleted wrist. We can hear Steve struggling because Tony’s armor has got to be heavy, and remember Tony can’t move.

How does Steve have a good grip on his shield, with one hand, and the other hand holding Tony, whose armor is probably weighing them both down?!

Anyyywaaays!

Red-Hulk leaves all of them to get The Leader while Thor goes to save the others. Just as Widow’s wire breaks and she and Falcon fall down below Steve and Tony, Thor grabs one of Widow’s wrists. Thor then flies up, where Falcon reaches a hand for Tony to grab onto, so Steve and Tony are dragged up (since Steve is still holding onto one of Tony’s wrists). Clint grabs onto one of Steve’s legs and Thor drags everyone to safety, yippee! :D

(Wanted to add this photo of Steve holding Tony because I’m silly :3)

Tech is finally back up and after running into a death trap with spikes, crushing walls, and lasers, the Avengers decide to fly out of there.

“Everyone who doesn’t fly, grab on.” Tony orders.

Falcon flies, no problem. Thor picks up Clint and Widow jumps down to grab onto Thor. Steve is the only one who jumps onto Tony and hangs on.

Like damn. Tony wanted to help everyone, but everyone’s alright. And Steve was so quick to jump onto Tony like geez, Steve is the only one who wants to be on Tony qwq. They are so powercouple <3

Episode ends with Red Hulk being turned into a gamma bomb, so extra flames, and the hint of Hulk going back to save them..to be continued..as the episode says!

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Unwilling Devotion

Chapter 2 - The Captive's Resolve

Warning = Dark, captivity, toxic partners

Pairing = Dark! Avengers x reader

Summary = Captured by the Avengers, the reader fights to understand why they’re being kept hostage and plots their escape. Their defiance grows as their situation worsens and they escape. Or do they?

Word count = 4.2k words

A/N = I was planning to abandon this work but nvm… warning : dark stuff, captivity, kidnapping. As usual, the story is prone to changes (can completely be changed &/or rewritten) :P

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The car ride was a blur. You couldn’t remember anything except being sandwiched between a teenage boy and some random guy with a robot arm.

While you were stuck in the middle row, Natasha sat calmly in the front with another guy. You had no idea who was driving, but you hated it. Their driving was absolute chaos. Every ten seconds, they slammed on the brakes, jolting everyone in the car forward. As if that wasn’t enough, they honked constantly, targeting anything on wheels that dared to exist.

When the car finally stopped, you swore you could see the heavens. Anything was better than being stuck in that death trap. Relief, however, was fleeting. You were dragged out without a second thought.

The sky was a gradient from blue to orange, the orange coming from the sunrise. The sight in front of you made your blood run cold. A small, brightly lit building stood hidden among the array of trees, its glow casting an eerie light through the forest.

“This’ll be your new home for a while,” Natasha said, gesturing toward the building. Her tone was calm, almost too calm.

You squirmed in their grip, but it was no use. They dragged you forward, ignoring your protests as if they didn’t matter.

“Stop it,” Tony snapped, no ounce of patience evident in his voice.

“Fuck you,” you shot back.

“You might wanna stop that before we cut your tongue off,” the metal-armed guy said with an unnerving nonchalance.

“Bucky,” Steve interrupted. “We’re not doing that here.”

Bucky shrugged, unimpressed. “Whatever, Steve.” He slightly rolled his eyes, but if you squinted, you could probably see a faint smirk.

Oh. So that’s their names, Steve and Bucky.

You couldn’t deny the building was unnervingly clean, despite being in the middle of nowhere. As your eyes darted around, your mind raced with thoughts of escape. Of course, they’d added every precaution imaginable. From fingerprint scanners to lock and unlock doors and cameras to motion sensors in almost every room. Key word: almost.

The bathroom was the only exception.

That realization sparked a flicker of hope. A way out. An escape. You immediately looked around the bathroom to take note of everything in it. A window, great. Unsurprisingly, the window had a lock on it and it was foggy. Luckily, the window was locked with a key, not with a body part. That’s good.

“Y/N!” someone called out.

Wait. How the hell did they know your name?

You spun around, heart pounding in your chest. It was the driver from earlier. You recognized him from social media, everywhere actually. He was part of the Stark family, though you couldn’t recall exactly which one.

You gritted your teeth, weighing your options. Then you decided to take a gamble. “Hey… Tony…?” you greeted, your tone unsure.

Calling your captor by his name wasn’t exactly what you had planned. And honestly, you weren’t even sure if it was his name.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets you back. “We’re about to have breakfast, come down in 5 minutes.”

Quietly, you nodded your head as a response and waited till he went away. You saw as he walked away and disappeared from your line of sight. Once you saw no sign of him, you straight away went back to looking through the bathroom. It was located on the second floor, right at the end of the hallway. The house was surprisingly big despite the small exterior. 

Realising the time, you got back up and dusted yourself off. Hurriedly, you went down into the kitchen for breakfast. 

“Y/N! Oh my poor mortal,” a voice bursted through the room. 

Your head turned to the source and saw a man with long hair. 

“Come sit next to me,” he said, patting the seat next to him.

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to look around the room. There were a couple unfamiliar faces, like the red-haired woman extending her arm to grab something from the cabinet. You assumed it was Natasha at first but the second she turned around, you were proven wrong, she was much taller. 

“Oh gosh, don’t make her sit next to you Thor,” a voice suddenly said, interrupting your train of thought. You looked towards the person, eyes interlocking with his. Emerald eyes looking into yours, it felt eerie. His stare felt invasive. It felt intrusive.

“Y/N! Come here, hurry before the food gets cold,” another voice called out to you.

“Don’t rush her, Sam,” Steve interjected. 

Finally, you took a step forward, then another, before settling into a seat at the dining table. Soon, a plate of food was served in front of you and others. It was a simple breakfast: pancakes and eggs. 

You stared down at the plate and poked it with your fork. It looked… normal. Too normal, especially given the circumstances. The pancakes were fluffy and the eggs were perfectly cooked. This was the kind of breakfast you’d expect at a cozy diner, not in the middle of a forest, surrounded by people who had effectively kidnapped you.

“Eat up,” Steve said, his voice calm but you know that was an order. “You’ll need it.”

You hesitated, your fork hovering over the plate. What did he mean by that? Did they drug the food? Was this some kind of twisted game? Your mind raced with possibilities, none of them providing any comfort whatsoever.

“Relax,” Tony announced from across the table upon your wary expression. “If we wanted to kill you, we wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble.”

“Wow, that’s so reassuring,” you muttered sarcastically, earning a chuckle from Bucky.

“Smart mouth on this one,” Bucky remarked, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin.

Thor, still seated next to you, clapped a hand on your shoulder, making you jump. “Do not fear, little mortal! No harm will come to you while I’m present.” His loud voice echoed through the room, and for a split second, you found yourself actually believing his words. Then he added, “Unless, of course, you give us a reason to. Which I hope you don’t.”

You felt your appetite disappear. Well that soured the mood. 

Natasha, who had been quiet until now, finally said something. “You might as well eat. Starving yourself won’t do you any good.”

Sighing, you picked up your fork and cut into the pancake. Putting your hand up, you took a small bite. Surprisingly, it tasted… normal. Too normal. You expected it to taste like drugs or some sort of poison, but there was no hint of it at all. After realising it was safe, you began eating, still keeping an eye on the others.

“Sooo, what’s the plan with her?” Sam asked, breaking the silence. He was leaning on his chair 

Steve’s expression quickly darkened and he opened his mouth. “We’re not discussing that right now.”

Your froze, your hand holding the fork paused in the air. Plan? Wait, what plan?

“Oh, come on,” Bucky chimed in. “She’s sitting right here. Don’t you think she deserves to know?”

“Bucky,” Steve warned, his voice authoritative. Oh. So it looks like he’s the bigshot.

You heard Thor shifted beside you, eyes looking between them. “Why so secretive? If there is a task, let her rise to it! I’m sure she will prove worthy.”

Natasha snorted, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “optimist.”

Before you could even open your mouth, Tony cleared his throat and started talking. “Alright, that’s enough chit-chat. Y/N, finish up. You’ve got a big day ahead.”

All of a sudden, the room fell silent, all eyes on you for some reason. Your heart pounded in your chest, as you processed the weight of their gazes.

“What’s happening today?” you asked, your voice barely able to be heard. 

A grin tugged at Tony’s mouth. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

You let out a loud sigh before going back to eating. If you were being honest, the food was actually good. Whoever made it definitely made it with a lot of… skill. 

"I’m Clint," he introduced himself, pulling the chair to sit down.

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. "Hi…?"

Clint leaned back in his chair. "No need to be all scared like that. I only have good intentions. I promise," His eyes flickered over to Natasha, signalling her to do something.

You weren’t sure how to respond. The way Clint spoke made you skeptical, there was something off about it. Maybe he was trying to get on your good side, or maybe it was just his way of manipulation. You couldn’t quite figure it out yet.

"How long am I supposed to stay here?" You asked the question before you could stop yourself.

"As long as it takes." He states, giving no further explanation, and you didn’t press further. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the answer.

"Don’t worry, we’re not your enemies," Sam chimed in, voice gentle as he slid into a seat beside you. "We just need you to cooperate now."

"Cooperate with what exactly?" You questioned.

Sam raised his hands in mock surrender. "We’re not trying to play some game with you, Y/N. You’re here because there’s a lot going on, and we’re trying to keep you safe."

"Safe? Is this some kind of… joke? This isn’t funny," Your words were sharp now, frustration bubbling to the surface. You could feel the walls closing in, the confinement of it all pressing down on your chest.

"Y/N…" Steve’s voice was steady, but it held an edge of warning. He was the only one who hadn’t said much, and his quiet presence was starting to make you feel uneasy. "Let’s just finish breakfast. We can talk about this later."

“I’ve finished. A long time ago.” you responded. 

“Oh… Uhm…” Steve muttered. 

"Alright, here's the deal," Steve finally spoke, his voice breaking the stillness. "You’re not going anywhere unless you follow the rules."

You raised an eyebrow, your gaze shifting from Steve to the others. "Rules? What kind of rules?"

Bucky leaned back in his chair, his metal arm gleaming slightly in the light. "The kind that keeps you alive," he said, his tone dark and serious.

"First rule," Tony added, his voice sharp. "No running off or any funny business. If you try to leave, we’ll stop you. And we’ll make it clear why you shouldn’t."

You swallowed, but said nothing, keeping your focus on them.

"Second," Natasha cut in, her eyes scanning the room. "don’t talk to anyone else unless. You can only contact us. No one else."

"Third," Sam chimed in, his voice almost like a warning, "you play by the rules here, or we’ll make sure you regret it."

“Fourth,” Steve started. “You always bring one of us when you go anywhere.”

Your stomach twisted as they all seemed to be in agreement. Listening to the rules, the weight of it pressed down on you, and you realized just how little power you had in the situation.

"So, what? You’re gonna keep me here like a prisoner? Treat me like a prisoner too?" you asked, your voice starting to break. “Why are you eve-even doing this?” 

Tears were welling up in your eyes, and blood rushed to your face, the heat of humiliation and anger burning against your skin. Every inch of your body screamed for you to escape, but there was nowhere to run, no one to scream to. This was your reality now, locked in this strange house with strange people who seemed more like enemies than anything else.

Your hands trembled as you wiped away the first tear, but the more you fought it, the more they seemed to come. You hated how weak it made you feel. "Why?" you repeated, voice quieter now, a mixture of desperation and confusion lacing your words.

The silence went on, the air feeling thick.

One of them, the taller figure you hadn’t seen yet, stepped forward, his gaze unreadable. “It’s not about what you want,” he said, the coldness in his tone making your heart skip a beat. “It’s about what you need. And you’ll understand that... eventually.”

His words were like a slap, it hurt. Something darker, like a promise. It wasn’t about freedom or choice, but about you belonging to them. But why?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling destroyed. “I don’t want to belong to you. I don’t want to belong to anyone,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

A small chuckle came from the corner of the room. You turned your head to see Clint, smiling like he just won the lottery. 

“Too bad,” he said, his eyes glinting with something twisted. “You’re already ours.”

“How? This is human trafficking, I could sue you for this. Lock you up forever,” you said angrily. 

Tony stood up after hearing your words. “Oh honey, don’t you know who we are?” he said, his tone condescending. 

You clenched your fists, trying to suppress the anger bubbling up inside you. "I don’t care who you are. This is wrong, and you can't just do this to people."

Tony's smirk widened, almost like he was enjoying your frustration. "You really think you can do something about it? You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. There’s no one to save you here."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "I’ll find a way out," you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to him.

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Tony said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But the question is, will you be able to put us in jail? No one would believe you. I mean who would they choose? A group of vigilantes or… a random person?”

His words cut through you like a knife, but you refused to back down. You wouldn’t let them break you. You couldn’t.

“Gosh you all are disgusting! Why me anyway?” you asked. 

Clint’s grin never left as he stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. "Why not you?" he replied smoothly, voice dripping with venom. "You're the perfect fit. Feisty, but vulnerable. You’ll be a nice... addition to our collection."

Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You really think you matter that much? We could've picked anyone. But you're here now, and that’s all that matters."

“I’m not a thing,” you spat, voice trembling with both fear and defiance. “I’m a person. You’ll regret this.”

Clint chuckled again, shaking his head. "Oh, honey, we don’t regret things like this. Not when they’re exactly what we want."

Tony’s cold gaze moved back to Clint, as if silently communicating something between them, before he turned back to you. "The question is... what will you do when you realize there's no way out? You’ll have no choice but to accept it."

"We'll see about that." you said, glaring at both of them.

Silence followed, nobody saying anything. That was until Rhodes said something, “Alright everyone, cool off,”

“I think she just needs some alone time,” he continued.

You didn’t say anything and only stormed up to your room, like an angry teenager. You slammed the door behind you and landed on your bed. And you took out the keys from your pocket. 

You stared at the small cluster of cold keys in your hand, their weight feeling heavy. Taking away keys from a group of super-spies was hard. But you were better than that.

You didn’t want to show them a vulnerable side of you, but you had to. If they saw you crumble, they'd feel like they had more power over you. But deep down, shit. You’re not any better than your captors. 

You shoved the keys under your pillow, attempting to calm yourself. Then the door unlocked, and a red-haired lady came in. 

“Hey honey, I’m Wanda.” she said, her hands in her pockets. “Please understand why we are doing this. We’re just trying to keep you safe.”

Her words fell on deaf ears and you didn’t respond.

Wanda studied you for a moment, her expression then softening. She seemed to be waiting for some kind of reaction from you but you didn’t give her any, you didn’t wanna tell her anything. All your feelings started to cluster up inside you, causing you to choke off any words you might have had. You just sat there instead, staring at the wall blankly.

"I know you’re upset," she continued, her voice gentle but firm. "But what’s happening here, it’s for your own good. You may not understand now, but soon, you will."

You clenched your fists tighter, the anger rising again. Safe? How could they call this safe? They had kidnapped you, trapped you in a god forsaken building, and now they’re feeding you lies?

You didn’t say anything, not because you didn’t have words, but because you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing your frustration.

Wanda took a step closer towards you. “Please… Just hear us out. We didn’t want to do this, but y’know… sometimes, we don’t have a choice. This world... it’s dangerous for people like you.”

You shot her a sharp look, not sure whether to scoff or to cry. "People like me? You mean normal people? Or just people who aren't part of whatever twisted thing you're all doing?"

Wanda sighed, her expression softening, but she didn’t back away. Instead she put her hand on your back but you smacked her hand away before it could even make contact. “It’s more complicated than that. You have no idea how important you are to us. If you get hurt, we’re gonna be hurt too.”

You stared at her, still silent, the weight of the keys under your pillow a reminder that this wasn’t over. You couldn’t back down now. You just needed to figure out how to get out, how to make them realize you didn’t need their so-called ‘protection’.

Wanda let out another quiet breath. "I know you’re angry. But we’re not your enemy. We’re just trying to do what’s best for you."

You finally looked up at her, your voice barely above a whisper, but full of defiance. "I don’t need your stupid protection. I just need to go home for goodness sake."

Wanda gave a small, almost apologetic smile. “I wish it were that simple.” Then she left the room. The door closed behind her with a click and you sat there on your bed.

They didn’t say a word or make any attempt to interact with you for the rest of the day. Instead, they simply came in occasionally to drop off food. 

That night, you carefully snuck out of your room, wary of the motion sensors scattered around.

"Where are you going?" a voice asked, breaking the silence of the night.

“The bathroom,” you said before quickly walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. You locked the door then rushed over to the window.

Your hands trembled as you reached into your pocket to find the keys. Holy shit. There are footsteps outside the door. You had to move fast.

With a sharp breath, you took the key in your hand and slid it into the keyhole. You turned it slowly, heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest. The sound of the lock unlocking was louder than you expected but what could you do about it?

You opened the window, the cold air rushing in and brushing against your skin. Your eyes scanned the drop below. It was high. Too high for a safe landing but it was the only chance you had.

The footsteps echoed closer, just outside your door. Your pulse quickened. You didn’t have much time.

Without another thought, you climbed over the sill, sitting on it. You felt your body shaking as you stared down at the ground. You gripped the edge of the window, squeezing your eyes shut for just a moment to steady yourself. 

No turning back now.

You took a deep breath, squeezed your eyes shut, and jumped off.

For a while, you were falling in the air as if the earth had abandoned you. You felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins. It felt like the longest drop of your life, but you felt the wind against your skin, it was only increasing.

When you hit the ground, it was like a violent shock through your body. Pain exploded through your legs as you collapsed, but you forced yourself up immediately, ignoring the sting. You couldn’t stop. You had to escape.

Using your hands, you stumbled onto your feet with trembling knees, but you pushed forward. You started running without thinking, adrenaline powering you through the pain. Your lungs burned, but you didn’t care. You needed to get away. It was a matter of time until they came for you.

Behind you, you heard their screams and shouts. The deafening sound of their boots behind you, but you couldn’t stop. You wouldn’t stop.

Every step was fueled by the overwhelming need for freedom, for the hope of never seeing their faces again. You could feel their presence right behind you.

The road ahead was dark, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t going back. Not ever.

You kept running, your mind focused on one thing. Which was escaping.

Your feet hit the ground hard every step you took. Every step brought you farther from the hellhole you were trapped in, for a day or so. The cold air stung your lungs but you barely noticed, too focused on escaping to care. You couldn't afford to slow down, because you knew they could catch up at any second. You didn't know how far you were from them. They could be close. But at the same time they could all still be behind at the house. 

The night was full of the unknown. Every turn felt like a gamble. You darted through the woods, dodging the trees and rocks, your breathing starting to be ragged. The sound of your feet hitting the soil was quiet, but still loud enough to be heard.

The thought of them catching you and bringing you back made the pain in your legs feel like nothing. It was nothing compared to being a captive. You could feel the sweat trailing down your face, and dropping onto the dirt ground underneath you.

You were in your own world now, consumed by the need for freedom. You took a sharp turn and nearly slipped on the wet soil, but you managed to regain your balance and keep running.

The sounds of pursuit grew louder, closer. You could hear their voices, and though you didn’t dare look, you could feel their presence stalking you. The fear was back again, choking you, but you fought it down. You pushed your body harder, desperate to outrun them. You couldn’t let them catch you. Not again.

You turned left, and for a moment, you thought you might be safe. The path ahead was empty, just a stretch of empty nothingness leading to… god knows where. You could almost taste freedom, but it was still much too far away for you to be celebrating.

A shout came from behind you, sharp and commanding. It sent a fresh wave of panic through you, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Your legs burned, your chest ached, but you kept running as if your life depended on it and it did.

The night seemed endless, but you refused to slow down. You had no idea where you were heading, but you couldn’t think about that now. You had to keep running. The fear of being caught was too much. The thought of them dragging you back to that place, locking you in again, was more terrifying than the darkness ahead.

The sounds of your pursuitors slowly became more distant, but you kept going, not daring to slow down. You didn't know how long you'd been running nor how much more you needed to but it didn’t fucking matter to you. It didn’t matter if it took minutes, hours, days. You just needed to keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep pushing forward.

Eventually the adrenaline started to wear off and you finally let yourself stop to rest. You found a spot behind the trees, hidden away well enough to allow you to gasp for breath. Your heart was still racing, your mind still buzzing, but you were free.

That was proven temporary when you heard footsteps surrounding you. You perked up and observed your surroundings. The forest was way too dark for you to see anything, but you could hear, feel, their presence. Then…

“Oh my fucking goodness. Where the heck are they?” you heard a voice say.

“Relax. They couldn’t have gone too far.” someone else answered.

“Why are we doing this anyway? What’s so good about them?”

“They’re a criminal.” was the last thing you heard before everything turned black.

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WHAT?

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Pregnant!Girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve been pregnant for nearly 3 months, and you haven’t been able to tell your boyfriend because you’ve been busy with missions. During one, you decide to drop the bomb, scared neither of you will come out alive.

WARNINGS: near death experience, angst to fluff, mentions of miscarriage

“Steve!” Your voice rang out, rushing towards your boyfriend. There was a scuffle in downtown Manhattan, and the Avengers had been called in, you and Steve included.

A small outburst led to thousands of AI manned drones to come in shooting at civilians, and you guys were trying to put an end to it.

Bruce had gotten out of control, and so had the drones, amounting to enough to cause a building to collapse.

And it was going to hit your boyfriend.

You rushed towards him shortly after calling his name, shoving him out of the way.

You nearly made it out yourself, but a large pillar had crushed your legs, searing pain coursing through your body.

Remain calm, you thought to yourself. You were 12 weeks pregnant, and you didn’t want to risk miscarrying.

“Y/n?!” You heard Steve call out right before he found you, rushing to your aid.

“Fuck- Steve…” You trailed off and he shook his head, trying to lift the pillar off of you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m going to get you out of this” He assured and kept trying. The more he pushed, the more he failed, and the more anxious you got.

“Steve” You said and he looked to you “Is now a bad time to tell you that I’m pregnant?” You asked and Steve paused, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, as if he didn’t hear what you said.

“What?” He said, his voice thick with venom. He was pissed, and that only made you more nervous.

“Steve- I’m sorry, please just-“ You trailed off, panic finally setting in.

“Right-“ He said, and it seemed, with the prospect of you being pregnant with his child, he lifted the pillar like it weighed nothing, his previous failures erased.

The ride in the aircraft back to the Avengers tower was painful, physically and emotionally. Steve wasn’t speaking to you, and your legs had never been in so much pain before.

You tried to hold yourself together, sitting in silence as your body throbbed and begged for relief, but you couldn’t, hissing and wincing at the pain.

“We’re almost there..” Nat said and you were more than happy for the comfort, not that you were getting any from your boyfriend.

You assumed he didn’t want the baby, and that he was pissed that you were pregnant.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finically said, after pacing near the cockpit for 10 minutes at least.

“You were busy…there wasn’t a right time” You explained and he scoffed.

“You had plenty of opportunities…that excuse is bullshit” He retorted and that’s when you began to cry, frustrated that he didn’t understand.

That’s when it happened.

All the stress had gotten to you; getting hurt, Steve being angry, not telling him you were pregnant….

First it felt like cramps. Then there was a sharp pain that shot through your stomach, causing you to cry out as you nearly collapsed to the floor.

“Y/n? What’s going on, sweetheart…” Steve said quickly as he rushed to your side, helping you back up and into your seat.

“Hurts…” You muttered and Steve went into a frenzy.

“Stark! I need you to get us to the tower, NOW!” He cried out and Tony turned back, only to see you faint in Steve’s arms.

When you woke up, you realized almost instantly you were in the med bay, next to you sat Steve, his furrowed brows and worried expression were the first things you saw.

“Steve? Is the…” You started and he shook his head to silence you.

“The baby is okay” He assured and you sighed in relief.

“If you want to, you know…terminate, we can” You finally said after a few beats of silence. “If you don’t want this baby, we have options” She said to him.

Steve lifted his head surprise when he heard those words. “Absolutely not” He said sternly, which caught you off guard.

“I don’t want that, sweetheart” He said after taking a breath, his voice much calmer than before. “I was so upset that you didn’t tell me, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you” He apologized “I have been busy…and I’m sorry for that too” He added.

“It’s okay” You said to him, gently grabbing at one of his free hands, placing it on your small bump.

Steve didn’t let you work after that. Well….he did, but he wouldn’t allow you to come on missions, and you respected that, not wanting to worry him more than you had to.

Now, you were about 6 months along, baby bump full and large. You guys were having a girl, who was estimated to be 9 pounds. I guess that’s what happens when you get pregnant by a super soldier.

Waiting for Steve to come home every night was worrying, and he knew that. He didn’t mean to worry you, but he had to work, he wanted to.

When he came home this particular night, he was in a good mood, making his way to you, resting on the couch.

“Hi, Captain” You said with a teasing smile, holding out your arms for him as he sat down next to you. “How was work?” You asked him softly.

“Good, I missed you, and her” He said and gently placed a hand over your bump.

“Missed you too…we both did” You said before gently cupping his cheek in your hand, leaning down to press your lips to his.

Steve melted into the kiss, allowing your lips to move in nearly perfect sync, before pulling away for air.

“I love you…both” Steve muttered, moving down to press soft kisses to your stomach.

“We love you too. Steve” You said softly sighing in relief.

FIN.

A/N: Honestly did NOT have a solid ending in mind. Stay tuned for more Cap and a page revamp!!!

[wandanatsgf]

Scream

Pairing: Serial Killer!Natasha x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: After the gruesome murder of your fellow classmates, Jean and Charles, everyone is on high alert. The police tell everyone to stay inside, but your friends decide a party is just what you all need. It's not like the killer will be there, right?

Warnings: This is very lightly based off of scream, but I obviously changed things and made it my own. This contains killing, kidnapping, knife kink, blood licking, mommy kink, restraints, slapping, degradation, praise, knife fucking (the handle), thigh riding, noncon, finger sucking, cum eating, dacryphilia, and fingering. I think that's everything, but I might have missed something. I wrote this in an hour so please ignore any mistakes. This is also my first time writing something dark, so I hope you enjoy :)

"Come on baby, are you sure you don't want to go to the party?" your girlfriend asks you as you sit on some benches outside. "It'll only be us, Wanda, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Carol, and Vision."

"Yes, Natasha I am. I don't want to get killed," you explain for the umpteenth time.

"Please baby. I'll be there to protect you." Your girlfriend flexes her muscles as she says this. You let out a little laugh, although your girlfriend's gun show has got you a little hot and bothered.

"Fine Natty. I'll go but you better protect me." Your finger digs into her chest slightly as you point a finger at her, trying to get your point across.

"Don't worry baby. I'll always protect you," she says. She leans in and kisses you on the lips and you reciprocate.

"I'll see you tonight then," Nat says.

"I guess you will," you say. You both walk off to class, walking together until you have to go opposite ways.

Once you get home you quickly get ready for the party. You throw on a short dress and some heels before walking out the door. The drive to Tony Stark's mansion, where the party is being held, is quick. You're there before you know it. You park your car next to your friend's cars and walk inside.

"Hey Y/n you made it!" your friend Bucky says.

"Yeah I did. Natasha actually convinced me to go. Speaking of her have you seen her?"

"I did earlier. She's around here somewhere, but I'm not sure where."

"Thanks Buck," you say. You make your way around the house in search of you red-headed lover.

You search everywhere for her when you finally see her coming out of the garage with a bottle of wine in her hands.

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," you say.

"Sorry baby. I just needed another drink," she says.

"What happened there?" you ask, pointing at the red stain on your girlfriend's shirt.

"Tony got a little too drunk and spilled some wine on me."

"Of course, he would do that," you say, laughing at his drunken antics.

"Come here princess." Natasha pulls you against her with one hand while the other holds her bottle. She presses a kiss to your lips and she tastes like the wine she has been drinking.

"Come here baby. I wanna dance with you," Natasha says. She pulls you against her body with one hand while the other holds on to her bottle. Your hips move together to the beat. You feel yourself get lost in the music until a scream breaks you out of your trance. You look around to see the source of the scream when a white-faced Carol emerges from the bathroom. Everyone gathers around to look, and the sight makes you sick. Wanda and Vision are laying in the tub, dead. They both have stab wounds right to the heart, they stood no chance.

"Oh my god," you let out. You can hear someone throwing up in the background and you're unsure if it's from the alcohol or the sight before you.

"We need to get out of here," you here Sam say. He tries the front door, but it won't budge. You all run to the back door and that too is stuck.

"Guys we're trapped," Tony says. You could've heard a pin drop.

You can hear Bucky start to freak out, and you don't blame him. You're starting to freak out too.

"What are we going to do Nat?" you ask your girlfriend.

"We just need to find a way out," she says. "We should split up and try all the exits. All the windows, doors, everything."

"Are you sure that's safe Natasha?" Carol asks.

"What choice do we have? It's that or wait for the killer to attack."

"She has a good point," you hear Steve say.

"We'll split up. Carol and Sam try the garage. Bucky, Tony, and I will try upstairs, and Natasha and Y/n can try down here," Steve says. Everyone agrees, although some reluctantly, to the plan.

As you and Natasha explore the ground floor, you hear a loud thud come from upstairs.

"What was that?" you ask.

"I'm sure it was nothing baby," Natasha says, trying to soothe you.

"I'm scared Nat. I don't wanna die."

"Hey you're not gonna die baby. Remember what I said? I'll be here to protect you, okay?"

"Okay Nat," you agree.

The two of you continue to hear more thuds coming from upstairs, making you jump more and more.

"I'm going to go see if everything's alright with them," Natasha says.

"But what about me?" you ask.

"Stay in here," Natasha says, leading you to the pantry.

"I'll be right back," she says. She closes the pantry door and leaves you in total silence. You hear someone let out a scream and then you hear someone fall down the stairs, you're praying it's not Natasha.

You can feel your breathing getting shallower as you start to freak out.

"Please let Natasha be alright," you think to yourself.

After what feels like forever Natasha reappears, covered in blood.

"Oh my god what happened?" you ask.

"He killed them all Y/n/n. He's crazy," she says.

"Who?"

"Steve. He killed Bucky and Tony. I don't know how Carol and Sam are." You can hear her breathing harshly.

"We need to get out of here now," you say. You walk up to the nearest window, praying it will open. You have no such luck.

"Damn it," you let out.

"Come on baby. We need to keep moving," your girlfriend says. "Let's go find the others," she says. The two of you cautiously move through the house, careful of every step you take.

The two of you eventually reach the garage door that leads from the house into the garage. Natasha puts herself in front of you as she opens the door. She lets out a gasp at the sight. Carol and Sam are laying there dead.

"Oh my god. This can't be happening," you cry out.

You can feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You run over to the garage door and pull at it, begging it to open. Natasha runs over and does the same, but nothing works.

"Come on baby we need to try something else," she says. The two of you leave the garage and you walk past the staircase. At the top of the staircase stands Steve, covered in blood with tears streaming down his face. The two of you make eye contact and you bolt off towards the living room.

"We need to find some weapons or something," Natasha says as she joins you. The two of you start to search as you hear Steve's thunderous steps make their way down.

"I've got one," you say, pulling a gun out of a couch cushion. You knew that Tony kept weapons hidden throughout the house in case of intruders because of how rich he is. You have no idea how to handle the gun, but right now you can't be more grateful to have found it.

You aim the gun at the doorway just as Steve walks through it.

"What are you doing Y/n?" Steve asks.

"Stopping you, you monster!"

"I'm not the monster here Y/n, she is," Steve says, gesturing at Natasha. You don't know what to do, so you back away from both of them.

"Baby, you can't believe I'm the killer. He's the killer," she says, pointing at Steve. He has blood smeared down the front of his shirt and pants. He's holding a knife that drips blood onto the once clean hardwood floors. The evidence is stacked against him.

"I'm sorry," you say as you point the gun. It goes off with a loud bang and Steve is thrown across the room. His white shirt is quickly painted crimson as he bleeds out. Now it's only you and Natasha left to find a way out of this building.

You collapse on the ground. You can feel tears falling down your face. Natasha walks behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. You think the gesture is loving, but you're so wrong.

"Guess what baby? You chose wrong," Natasha says. That's when you feel the knife against your throat.

"I was going to cut this pretty little neck open, but I just can't do that to my pretty little baby," Nat whispers in your ear. You can feel yourself shaking and trembling.

"Now I just want to see you crying and screaming as I fuck you," she says. She lifts you up and takes you to a bedroom with you fighting the whole way there. She quickly ties you to the bed with your legs and arms spread.

"You look so beautiful like this baby. All spread out and vulnerable for me." You feel her gaze sweep across your body, and it makes you want to cringe.

"Now we need to get these clothes out of the way," she says. She drags the knife from the top of your dress to the bottom, quickly removing it from your body.

She stares at you while you're completely naked except for your white cotton underwear. "I bet you'd look so pretty covered in blood baby." You had just stopped crying, but this thought made you want to cry all over again.

"I think you'd like that though. You want me to hurt you, don't you princess?" You shake your head no begging her to just let you go, bot to hurt you, something Natasha doesn't like.

"That's not the correct answer baby." You feel the coldness of the blade as she drags it down your cheek. A little bubble of blood pools there, but Natasha is quick to lick it up.

"Let's try that again," she says. Natasha asks you the question again and this time you nod your head yes. This time Natasha seems pleased.

"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. Natasha moves to straddle your left thigh and you can feel the heat coming off of her fully clothed pussy. She starts to grind down on your thigh, letting out a low moan.

"You look so pretty below me baby," Natasha says. "But you'd look so much better with a red face and tears rolling down your cheeks." Before you have time to react Natasha slaps your cheek again and again. You can feel tears cascading down your face.

"That's it baby. Let them fall," Natasha says. She starts to grind against your thigh faster, her words coming out in breathy moans.

"You just look so pretty when you cry," Natasha says. She slaps you again and you start sobbing, unable to control yourself.

"There you go baby. Just like that," she says. She lets out a high-pitched moan as she cums against your leg.

"That's my good girl. Making her mommy so happy," Natasha coos. She gently cups your face and licks your tears away. "Such a good girl for me."

Natasha gets off of your leg and grabs her knife again. You feel yourself tense up at the sight. She walks over to the bed and settles herself so that she's on top of you.

"It's okay baby. You can scream, I don't mind," Natasha says as she drags the knife down your body. You want to scream and moan at the same time. This is so wrong, but god does it feel so good.

"Natasha," you let out.

"Yes princess?"

"Please," you beg. You're not sure if you're begging her to let you go or to fuck you.

"What is it baby? You want me to fuck this sloppy little pussy of yours? You want mommy to fuck you stupid?" She drags the knife further and further towards your core, leaving slight scratches wherever she went.

You feel your anxiety rise as the blade scratches your inner thigh.

"What's wrong baby? You don't like mommy showing you attention?"

"I-I love it mommy," you say, saying whatever you know Natasha would like.

"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. She cuts away your underwear, completely exposing you to her.

"Look at this wet little pussy," Natasha says. She scoops up your wetness with her fingers and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them, hating that she had made you so wet.

"You're taking my fingers so good baby. Just like the good little whore you are." She pushes her fingers farther into your mouth and you start to gag. She roughly fucks your mouth until she is satisfied. She removes them from your mouth and wipes the excess spit on your pussy.

"I've got to get you warmed up for my knife baby," she explains. You go rigid, but Natasha pays this no mind. She shoves one of her spit slicked fingers into your core. You let out an involuntary moan at the intrusion.

"Fuck baby you're taking me so well," she says as she adds another finger. You feel a slight burn, but the burn is quickly overtaken by pleasure.

"Fuck mommy," you moan out.

"That's it baby. Take my fingers." She roughly fucks them in and out of your tight hole, paying your comfort no mind. She adds a third finger, and you cry out at the stretch.

"Fuck," you scream.

"That's such a good girl," Natasha says. "Doing so good for me."

You can feel an impending orgasm as she thrusts into you again and again.

"Mommy. I need-," she cuts you off by removing her fingers from you. You whine at the lost. She slaps you across the face.

"Good girls take what they are given," she says. "And you want to be my good girl, don't you?"

"Yes mommy," you let out.

"That's a good girl," Natasha says. She grabs her knife that she had discarded on the nightstand and grabs the blade with her right hand. She moves her hand down towards your core and slowly moves the handle through your slit.

"Please fuck me mommy," you beg. Natasha roughly pushes the whole handle into you in one thrust. You moan out.

"Your little pussy is just eating my fucking knife baby," you hear Natasha moan out. She continues to roughly fuck you as your moans get louder and louder. You can feel yourself clench around the handle as you get close.

"Please can I cum mommy?" you beg.

"Cum for me princess, cum all over my knife," she says. That's all it takes for her to send you over the edge. Your body shudders as a powerful orgasm makes its way through you.

"You look so pretty baby but now you need to clean up your mess." Natasha holds the knife up. You see blood dripping down her hand from where she was gripping the blade too tight.

"Come on baby clean my knife handle. Lick it clean," she says. She holds the knife handle to your mouth and you gingerly lick it up and down.

"That's it, baby. Lick the knife that ended your friend's lives." You can feel bile making its way up your throat. "That's my good girl," she praises. She sets the knife down and goes to untie your shaking legs. Once she unties your legs, she unties your arms but quickly ties your arms and thighs together after she slips a robe that she found over your nude body.

"Now come on baby, we've got to go," she says. She ignores the way you're trembling in fear as holds the knife to your back. She walks, more like drags, you down the steps and to the front door. Your steps are slow from where Natasha had tied your thighs together. Eventually she gives up and just picks you up.

She pulls a key from her pocket and opens the door with it.

The two of you walk outside as Natasha walks you to her car. She tries to push you in, but you don't budge.

"Get in the fucking car, Y/n." Her voice is sharp and leaves no room for disobeying, yet that's what you do.

"No," you let out.

"No?" she screams out. She grabs you by the hair and opens her car's trunk. She roughly shoves you inside and locks it, preventing you from getting out.

Natasha hops into the driver's seat and quickly pulls out of Tony's driveway.

You can tell she's speeding down the road and you soon realize why. You can hear siren's going in the other direction, the direction of Tony's house. She wants to escape and take you with her.

You move around the small trunk, trying to find a way out. Unfortunately there is no way out. You can feel all of your energy leaving you with every move you make. You can feel yourself starting to black out and you give in to the darkness, admitting to yourself that you'll never escape Natasha.

[sineala]

Hi Sine,

You know comics much better than I do. Where does Bucky and/or Steve reading the Hobbit come from? Is that just fannon or is it from comics?

thanks so much

The short answer is that MCU Bucky has canonically read The Hobbit (as established in the FATWS show), and 616 Steve has canonically been a Tolkien fan since the early Avengers comics. We see him reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy over the course of a recent series.

I brought panels!

The main piece of evidence that 616 Steve is a Tolkien fan is that he explicitly says so. Here in Avengers #46, Pietro has suggested to Steve that they should go to a baseball game and Steve says he'll go as soon as he finishes this chapter of Tolkien. "I always was a sucker for far-out fantasy," he explains.

This image, which is generally the one you will see circulating, is a detail from this larger panel:

The Lord of the Rings novels were originally published in the mid-50s in both the UK and US, but -- as various reference sites will tell you -- they didn't really take off in the US until 1965, when Ace Books published unauthorized paperback editions of the novels, which then meant that Ballantine Books went and put out actual authorized paperback versions, which became massively massively popular, particularly among college students; LotR finally hit the NYT bestseller list in late 1966, a decade after its publication. I mention this because this issue of Avengers, as you can probably guess from the slang, is from 1967, which is when LotR would still have been riding the wave of extreme popularity. IIRC, 1967 is about when Marvel Comics also was starting to get popular among college students (as opposed to children), so it makes sense that they're trying to be cool and culturally-relevant to the college kids. So of course Captain America's going to read far-out fantasy.

(There are references in other comics to Steve clearly liking SF/F books and movies -- like, he reads pulp SF in MA:A -- but this is when we see him reading Tolkien.)

So, as far as I know, for about fifty years, this was the only canon reference to Steve being a Tolkien fan, but then Kurt Busiek's series The Marvels came out in 2021. (This is a twelve-issue series that has nothing to do with the 1994 Busiek & Ross miniseries Marvels. Comics names are just confusing.) If you're familiar with Kurt Busiek's comics writing, you know that he is really into putting comics references into his work. Sure, a lot of comics writers do that, but Busiek in particular does it in such a way that you wouldn't necessarily catch it if you didn't know it was a reference, but if you do, you know exactly why it's there. Like, there's bit at the end of Avengers v3 #1 where the Avengers are being magically teleported; the narrator tells us that the last thing Steve thinks is that Iron Man would hate this. The issue never explains why Steve thinks this. But if you're an Iron Man fan, you know that Tony hates magic; "I hate magic" is, in fact, a statement he has repeatedly made for decades. So if this happened to Tony, he would think "I hate magic." And it makes perfect sense that Steve would know Tony would think this. So a lot of Busiek's work has little canon references like that.

So, yeah, in The Marvels, Steve is very quietly, in the background of the series, reading Tolkien.

In The Marvels #1, we see Steve preparing to make a space-jump from orbit. While he's waiting for the green light, he's reading The Return of the King; he then hands the book to the person next to him and asks them to save his place.

Here's a close-up:

You might at this point wonder if he's still reading this book later in the series. Actually, this particular scene is set -- as the page tells us -- ten days in the future, so the entire rest of The Marvels actually predates this moment. So as we go through the series, we do see that he is actually reading the whole trilogy!

A little later in The Marvels #1, we see Steve and Carol hanging out in a park eating delicious sandwiches:

But check out what Steve is reading:

Yep, it's Fellowship. So here, ten days in the past, Steve is reading the first book. Presumably rereading it; I suspect, given that this is all because of the reference in Avengers #46, that he's supposed to have read it before.

Does he also read The Two Towers, you might ask? He does! Here in The Marvels #5, that's what he's reading:

Close-up:

He blew through the whole trilogy in, like, ten days. While also saving Earth! Go him. That's a pretty quick reread even if you're not saving Earth.

So, yes, 616 Steve is canonically a Tolkien fan, and a fantasy fan in general. Hope that helps.

I don't know if there's any evidence for 616 Bucky being a Tolkien fan, but MCU Bucky, in episode two of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, has a conversation with Sam in which he references Gandalf; when Sam is surprised that Bucky has heard of Gandalf, Bucky tells him he read The Hobbit in 1937.

As this article points out, this is actually a really weird claim for Bucky to make. While 616 Steve is reading Tolkien in 1967, at the time Tolkien's work became wildly popular in the US -- this was not the situation in 1937. Tolkien was not, at this time, a world-famous fantasy writer; he was a philologist at Oxford, specializing in Anglo-Saxon, and he was a guy who had just published this children's book, The Hobbit. The Hobbit was in fact not published in the US until 1938; 1937 is its original year of publication in the UK, and its first print run was not large. So in order for Bucky to have read it in 1937 in the US, he has to have read an imported copy at some point in the last three months of 1937, since it was only published at the end of September. So make of that what you will. I mean, my guess is that the MCU writers thought it would be a great "gotcha" moment, looked up when The Hobbit was published, and didn't think that hard.

In case you are wondering whether the Tolkien references in The Marvels were inspired by the MCU -- as you can see a Steve & Bucky themed article asserting -- I am pretty sure that Busiek was actually inspired by Avengers #46. The FATWS episode in question was released on March 26, 2021. And while The Marvels #1 was not released until a month after that, on April 28, 2021, The Marvels is actually a series that got pushed way, way back due to the pandemic. The series was originally announced in February 2020, and the announcement included, as a preview, the page of Steve and Carol eating sandwiches in which Steve is clearly reading Tolkien. So this exact page existed over a year before the FATWS release, and was probably created several months before that. So, yeah, despite what clickbait articles will tell you, I don't think Kurt Busiek was making a cute Stucky reference; I think he was being a big ol' Silver Age Avengers nerd.

But, yeah, anyway, 616 Steve has canonically been a Tolkien fan since 1967.

However, some Marvel comics writers don't actually know that. In JMS' recent Cap run, in issue #12, another character makes a LotR reference when Steve hands him a magic ring, and Steve asks if that's from Star Wars:

This is deeply weird, not just because we now have multiple comics supporting that Steve is a Tolkien fan, but also because it asserts that Steve might actually think it was a Star Wars reference. And that's weird because in issue #8, four issues earlier, JMS has written Steve quoting The Empire Strikes Back and saying it's one of his favorite movies:

Even if you accept the idea that Steve isn't a Tolkien fan, because JMS clearly did not know this deep-cut canon reference, Steve would presumably know that this was not part of his favorite movie! His favorite movie that the guy who wrote this very comic has just established as his favorite movie! I just. What. No.

So, yeah, the only way this works at all, I think, is if Steve is just trolling these kids by asking if it's Star Wars. It's one of the several things from this JMS run that are dead to me.

In conclusion, yes, 616 Steve is a Tolkien fan, and MCU Bucky presumably is as well.

[scarfacemarston]

Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader Fluff

She loves to cook, but she rarely had anyone to cook for. As an avenger, some of the more sexist shield members would mutter that, of course, the only female avenger would be doing the domestic duties - but woe to them if she ever heard them speak about it. Still, she’d cook for them sometimes anyway. Clint and Thor were always hungry, and she was worried that Bruce and Tony weren’t eating enough. For Steve she wanted him to have the warmth and comfort of a home-cooked meal, something that Steve rarely enjoyed growing up.

However, because of her concerns about how she was perceived, she limited herself to when or how often she cooked. For you, it was a different story. She loved experimenting with various recipes. She’ll teach you how to make your favorites and encourage you to try new recipes she found on the internet or during her travels.

Call it stereotypical, but she is still connected to her Russian roots in some ways and loves Russian food. She hopes she can share it with you but is admittedly shy about sharing that part of her with you. The minute you reassure her that you’re genuinely interested, you’ll be rewarded with the softest and shyest grins.

Still enjoys riding her bike from childhood and would love for you to come along. She insists on teaching you if you don’t know how to ride a bike. If you don’t want to ride bikes, she’d at least like you to go on a motorcycle ride with her with your arms around her waist.

She loves to paint and has always been fascinated by art, but it was Steve who taught her to truly appreciate art and privately encouraged her to take up painting. She is quite talented but reluctant to show you her work.

She loves cheesy B movies—aka movies that were usually filmed between the 30s and 70s, often with monsters and horrible actors—but there were exceptions. The Dark and Stormy Night, Yor, the Hunter from the Future, and The Haunted Palace are a few of her favorites.

She enjoys her time alone in the shower and rarely takes baths, but when she does, she always wants you to join her so you can cuddle in the bath together. She loves the intimacy and closeness of it.

One of her weaknesses is attending the fair or a festival with you. She had great memories of going with her “adopted” family, and it’s nostalgic for her. Be prepared for Natasha to win you all sorts of prizes, as she somehow just happens to win quite a few of the rigged games. You’re not sure how she does it, but you love her smug look to the bewildered carnies.

Natasha usually sleeps in a tank top and pajama pants. On some nights, she loves to bring out the silk pajamas. It’s a special treat for her. She also bought you a pair once and gets girlishly excited when you match.

18+ underneath

She prefers to top. Sex has been used in all sorts of situations, especially in espionage. However, she reclaimed her body and her agency. She loves taking care of you. She feels like she’s doing something worthwhile. However, the day she bottoms is both sweet and intimate, as well as being a bit of an emotional experience as Natasha finally lets go.

Natasha knows how beautiful and sexy she is, but she doesn’t care about that - she only cares about you and what you think. She puts in a certain amount of effort, not because she has to, but because she wants to. Nat wants you to enjoy the lacy bra and stockings, the leather corset, or the sheer nightgown. She is very independent, but making you happy and surprising you in the bedroom brings her joy.

One of her favorite parts of sex is the aftercare, where you two can just take in the post-orgasm bliss - the glow as you come down from your highs. She looks at you with astounding softness as she plays with your hair and kisses your forehead…but there’s also a hint of pride as she teases how she tired you out.

[sparklefics]

Is it too much to ask?

Avengers! Bucky& Reader

WC:767

A/N: I don’t normally take naps during the day but today I did and apparently I woke up feeling inspired. This is just an outburst of fluff! 😘

Gif not mine

Warnings: emotional support, Bucky being a friend—we love to see it.

[Masterlist]

You could never find Bucky Barnes intimidating. Regardless of his past, regardless of his physique you couldn’t see him as a threat.

Which is why you were quick to befriend him. No one else on the team managed to bond with him as quickly as you did. At first no one wanted to be his friend, apart from you and Steve, but they quickly got over that when they saw Bucky take a bullet for you while on a mission.

Bucky was a good man. Sure he’d been brainwashed to commit crimes but at his core he was and still is a good man.

After he took that bullet for you he became more talkative, even if it was in private just the two of you but he was talking. He became your friend. He is someone, sometimes the only one, you turn to when you’re feeling blue.

I wish I was special to someone.

Today was one of those days. It was Morgan’s birthday and while everyone was celebrating the little girl’s 7th birthday you sneaked off to the indoor greenhouse. That’s where Bucky found you, because of course he was the only one to notice your absence.

He quietly snuck into the room while you were watering the daisies. “Hey you.” He whispered when he reached your side.

“Hey.”

He could tell something was off, you were being monosyllabic. Bucky took the watering can from your hands and set it aside, then pulled you into his chest for a bear hug.

Neither of you said anything for a while, you just stood there with your face nestled into his warm chest while he rested his chin on top of your head. Occasionally pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You good?” He finally asked, still not letting go of you.

You simply nodded your head.

“Then how come you’re hiding out while everyone is up there having a good time? That’s usually my thing.”

You took a deep breath, “Special days have a special way to remind me that…well, I’m just me. You know?”

“I’m not sure I get it. Tell me more.” He encouraged you by rubbing circles on your back. “You know I won’t judge.”

“Okay. You know I'm happy for Tony and Pepper. They’ve figured it out, how to keep doing what we do and still have a life, a family. And while I know I’m Morgan’s favorite avenger—yes, I know that she loves you but she told me herself I’m her favorite— I still feel…inadequate. Incomplete and sometimes just unhappy, lost and like I just don’t belong… I guess I just wish I was special to someone.”

That hit Bucky like a ton of bricks.

He very much understood now what you meant. Hell, he could relate.

“Baby, you are special to me, to the team.”

He definitely slipped by calling you baby but he needed you to understand that you make a difference in his life. You truly are special to him, in more ways that he can even explain.

You dared to look up at him and found yourself hypnotized by the sincerity in his eyes. “You think I’m special?”

“You are the most special and important person in my life. And I know what it's like to want something…to want someone, to want someone to be your special someone.”

“Uncle Buck? Y/N?” Morgan interrupted the moment, “come on! We’re gonna open presents and have cake!!”

“Well we can’t miss that now can we?” Bucky said and pulled you by the hand and followed Morgan up to the main floor.

“Bucky,” you whispered as you stood by his side on the ride up the elevator. “What did you mean by that?”

His grip on your hand tightened, “Sweetheart, I’m saying you are my special, you have my heart and it’s yours if you want it.” He smiled at you then dropped a kiss to your cheek.

You felt like bursting into tears.

He wasn’t one to express his feelings so freely or openly so you knew he was serious about this. You didn’t get a chance to say anything back because just then the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Bucky let go of your hand and whispered, “you don’t have to say anything…just think about it.”

You followed him out, almost had to jog to keep up with his pace. Once he was within your reach you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers. That stopped him in his tracks.

“There’s nothing to think about. It’s you and I, James. You have my heart too.”

[themculibrary]

"Numbered" Fic Titles Masterlist 2

part one

5 times it wasn’t a hug and the 1 time it was - parkrstark T, 31k

Summary: 5 times it wasn’t a hug and the one time it was.

Or…

The one where Tony has a habit of not-really-but-kinda-sorta hugging Peter and finally gets it right when it matters the most.

5 Times Peter Saves An Animal and 1 Time He Can't (ao3) - hopeless_hope G, 16k

Summary: Tony's penthouse turns into an actual zoo and it's all Peter's fault.

17 or 18 Times (ao3) - AdamantSteve clint/steve E, 2k

Summary: Steve is always up for sex. Always. So one day his boyfriend Clint gives him permission to have sex with him all day long. And Steve has a refractory period of about twenty seconds so... you can imagine.

Totally shameless PWP that I am actually a little bit ashamed of.

20 questions (ao3) - bevioletskies gamora/peter T, 118k

Summary: Wasp has a new competition in store for the students of Avengers Academy, and there’s money involved. So obviously, Peter and Gamora have to pretend to be a couple in order to win. Wait, what?

21st Century Brooklyn Boys (ao3) - khaosNotRefundable T, 121k

Summary: In which Steve & Bucky from the 1930s wind up time-traveling to the 21st century and finally run into each other…sort of. Brooklyn’s still Brooklyn. Only bustling, shiny, and very expensive. Bucky wants to know why this little yahoo of his is now Big and Sad. And Steve’s pretty certain the last time he saw him, Bucky wasn’t a very confused, quiet, long-haired, dangerous version with so many knives…and a metal arm…

OR:

Who’d’ve thunk procrastinating an arts assignment could save two pals in another century?

1946 (fanfiction.net) - WintersSunrise T, 36k

Summary: When a mercenary presumed dead threatens to unravel a timeline, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson are thrust back to 1946 where the fates of Peggy Carter, Howard Stark, and S.H.I.E.L.D. hang in the balance. They navigate a painful past fraught with post-war shadows while deciding whether to preserve the timeline or remake it.

a million mile fall from grace (thank god we missed the ground) (ao3) - Heather wanda/vision G, 12k

Summary: What if Wanda liked historical romance novels instead of sitcoms?

fourth of july (ao3) - AliuIce0814 steve/bucky M, 7k

Summary: All of Steve’s best and worst birthdays have somehow featured Bucky Barnes.

Geriatric Road Trip, 2015 (ao3) - what_alchemy steve/bucky N/R, 4k

Summary: Bucky was the eldest of four.

G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 100k

Summary: They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.

And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

Half a Minute and Thirty Seconds (ao3) - mrasaki clint/phil T, 18k

Summary: He's not hiding, he's on vacation. (and adopted by a dog.)

It’s 3am and We Must Be Lonely (ao3) - monicawoe steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Steve and Bucky go on a motorcycle ride to Coney Island in the middle of the night. The amusement parks are closed but that doesn’t keep them from having some much-needed fun.

Lucky Thirteen (ao3) - agentsimmons bruce/tony N/R, 150k

Summary: Widowed father, and billionaire genius, Tony Stark and single father, and nuclear physicist, Bruce Banner meet at a science conference. One has six kids and the other has seven. So of course that’s a recipe for disaster love in the making.

Rule #1: Peggy Carter is sometimes wrong (ao3) - burninglights peggy/angie, ana/edwin T, 25k

Summary: The four times Peggy apologises to Angie, and the one time she doesn’t. With an extra few chapters of Angie being (always) right.

Or: Peggy falling in love with another scrappy Brooklyn kid, in a mostly-canon re-write of Agent Carter season 1 and a non-canon-re-write of season 2, because we all know how that went down. Domestic shenanigans from New York to L.A.

//

Peggy Carter pushes open the door and takes a corner seat, still feeling like she’s somehow betraying her Queen by being publicly seen drinking coffee twice in a week (and /enjoying/ it, too). Angie spots her from across the Automat and comes hurrying over, a huge, shit-eating grin plastered to her face. “English!” She bends down and pulls the woman into a tight, brief hug.

When Angie finally pulls away, Peggy isn’t sure what she’s more concerned about – the fact that this waitress doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of personal space (of which she herself places great importance) or the fact that she actually finds herself enjoying the said invasion of personal space. She clears her throat. “I have a name, you know,” she says. “It’s Peggy. Peggy Carter.”

Six times Melinda May spent time with a member of the Avengers Initiative (ao3) - Minnow melinda/bruce T, 5k

Summary: Melinda May, interacting with her own team and that of the Avengers.

That one special person to annoy for the rest of my life (ao3) - artsies loki/tony M, 6k

Summary: Tony and Loki end up drunk in Vegas - and married, to both their surpise. Loki turns out to be a devoted husband, as does Tony, so they stay that way.

In secret.

The One Where Clint is Wanda’s Weakness (ao3) - JinxQuickfoot T, 5k

Summary: Agatha dragged her hostage around in front of her, yanking the strings so he was forced up onto his knees. “Told you I had a very special surprise for you. Now—standdown, dear.”

Slowly, still not quite believing this was real, Wanda lowered her hands, trying to find her voice again. “Clint?” ————————————– So that’s where Clint was during WandaVision

The Third Option (ao3) - Uncertainty_Principle M, 220k

Summary: Homecoming A/U.

Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves.

Simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on.

And that’s when things get complicated.

Three Deaths (ao3) - glorious_spoon peggy/daniel T, 1k

Summary: Three ways it could have gone for Jack, Peggy, and Daniel, and how it went instead. Inspired by this prompt.

Two Hours (ao3) - parkermunson_bright G, 1k

Summary: Tony’s in a meeting. It’s been two hours. You can only imagine how bored out of his mind he is. Luckily a certain Spider can get him out of this.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 14th

Happy Sunday, y’all! I’m busy painting this weekend and packing for next week so there’s not a ton on this week’s list, but--enjoy what I’ve got. And be sure to leave your authors a comment or kudos!! 

Cold Space, Warm Welcome by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony’s spent a couple of years flying around the galaxy in his best friend Rhodey’s spaceship the Iron Advance, doing what could perhaps be counted as ‘hero’ work. Among their allies is Steve Rogers, captain of his own crew, with whom Tony has a… potentially friendly relationship.

When Steve’s ship is irreparably damaged, Rhodey takes him and his whole crew onto the Iron Advance to recover. Tony’s not at all nervous about this, because so what if this is the first time Steve will see him without the Iron Man armor?

🙀 ➡ 😻 ➡ 😽 by Anaxandria, BladeoftheNebula

Tony puts up a "Missing Cat" sign and not only 1) gets his cat back, but 2) meets a cute guy named Steve who keeps refusing the reward.

A story told in texts, voicemail transcriptions, and, of course, an overuse of emojis.

nobody saves me, baby (the way you do) by Capstiddies, meidui

“You’re a firefighter.”

“You’re—half naked.”

-

Steve fights fires and rescues kittens for a living these days because of course he does; of course that man doesn’t know how to properly retire. So now Steve has his firefighting career and Tony has a new complication in his long, winding relationship with Steve after parting ways without so much as a handshake.

And They Were Roommates (And A Little Bit More) by MayBiTheWay

Steve Rogers had plenty of LGBTQ+ friends, he loved and supported each and every one of them. But why did he wanna throw up whenever his roommate Tony Stark kissed a boy in front of him. He couldn't possibly be homophobic could he?

OR

How Steve was so oblivious to his own feelings, he considered the fact that he was homophobic before thinking he could have feelings for Tony.

You Made Your Mark on Me by iam93percentstardust

They’re giving one of the final interviews before the film releases, and the topic of discussion should be the film itself—the filming process, the famed explosive fights between Tony and his costar, how much they enjoyed working with the director—but instead all the attention is on the brand-new, already-silvered mating bite on Tony’s neck that definitely wasn’t there at the interview he gave the previous night.

Oops, My Mistake. by shaggybeetle

Wednesdays are tony's favourite days, a massage from his therapist and a good dicking form his Boyfriend. Condoms keep things clean with Steve but in the shower, somehing snaps and a mess is made.

with each downpour we discover what it takes by Rowantreeisme

Tony's turned into a mer-person. It's a bad time for all involved.

(Turns out, being underwater is not at all fun for him, even if that's the only way he can breathe)

i'll be by your side (when you cry, cry, cry). by frostfall

The first thing he notices when he wakes is there’s a ring on Tony’s ring finger.

There’s a fucking ring on Tony’s ring finger.

Oh, Steve thinks numbly. I missed my chance. Again.

With that thought in mind, he bursts into tears.

(In which Steve goes through a rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts, Tony tries to comfort, and Sam finds the whole thing both frustrating and hilarious.)

It's Only Sex by madeitsimple

Sure, he’s a little out of practice, but casual sex is like riding a bike as far as Tony’s concerned. Once you get good at it, it never really leaves you.

Just Because by iam93percentstardust

Tony blinks twice, shakes his head a little just to clear it, and then asks, “Uh, not that that wasn’t nice—because it was! A+ hugging effort there—but what was that for?”

Steve shrugs, cheeks a little pink. “You just seemed like you needed one.”

OR: Tony needs a hug. Steve gives him one.

Start as You Mean to Go On by BlackEyedGirl

Tony gets that the others think this is an ego thing - the way he can’t resist pushing Steve’s buttons. Honest-to-God, the guy just bugs him. Mostly because Steve is distractingly perfect, but a little bit because of the family history.

[captainwidowspring]

This is a very thoughtful bit of work. I like, for example, how you drew attention to the fact that the writers only cared about Sharon as a love interest. This is further emphasized when it is remembered that at one point the intention was to show Steve and Sharon in a relationship together in Infinity War, but make it clear that it was not working out. They literally considered putting Sharon with Steve for the sole purpose of breaking them up, so that they could act like Steve was having issues in the future, and more easily send him back to Peggy. I also like how you mentioned Peggy's mistreatment. I strongly dislike Peggy—she is not a good character, and honestly the ending was believable for her, wanting Steve to herself was not out of place—but it was still wrong of the movie to treat her the way it did, like she was nothing more than an object.

Indeed, I agree with most of this. There are only two things I disagree with. One is the assertion that "Steve went to war with the Avengers out of love for Bucky." Now, there are two issues with that statement. One is just a small flaw in the wording; Steve had multiple Avengers on his side who supported what he was doing, so characterizing the conflict in Civil War as "war with the Avengers" is simply not true. But the other issue is that the main conflict in Civil War was not about Bucky. It was about the Accords, and Steve expressed his problems with them well before Bucky entered the picture. The airport fight was not about Bucky, either; it was about Team Iron Man trying to prevent Team Cap from going to Siberia to stop the other Winter Soldiers. The only major role Bucky played in this was supplying the information about where to go. And while the final fight was about Bucky, the only one attacking him was Tony, and the fight had literally nothing to do with the rest of the movie. Civil War was not about Steve "going to war with the Avengers out of love for Bucky", it was about conflicts caused by the Accords and Tony's problems. Steve and Bucky were just along for the ride.

And there is something else I feel is worth remarking on. You say at the end that "It is neither a joke nor an exaggeration to say that the trajectory of Captain America throughout the MCU was ruined at the very last possible second by the straight agenda." This is very much not true, however. For there was also a straight relationship that Endgame actively sought to smother: Romanogers.

Endgame's ending elicited no great cry of outrage from Romanogers shippers, unlike the Stucky shippers, because Natasha was dead by the time Steve went back to the past, so he wasn't abandoning her the way he was with Bucky (and Sam). But if you think about it, killing off Natasha in the first place made literally no sense. There are multiple reasons why this is so. The most obvious one is the fact that she had a movie slated after Endgame, but there are others. For one thing, it would have made a lot more narrative sense for Clint to sacrifice himself. He killed a lot of people after the Snap happened, after all, so sacrificing himself to bring everyone back would be a nice narrative resolution to this. Indeed, Clint even expressed a desire to sacrifice himself for just that reason. Of course, death is not the only way to atone for such a thing, but it does give him a motivation to sacrifice himself beyond a general desire to revive everyone, and make it a symbolically significant gesture. As it was, Natasha ended up being the one to sacrifice herself simply because she was the better fighter.

But also, nobody had to die. There are plenty of ways that Clint and Natasha could have obtained the Soul Stone without sacrificing themselves, this being just one example. That way, all six of the original Avengers would have been present for the final battle, which would have been the optimal state of things.

Even putting that aside, however, there is something else to consider: Natasha (or Clint) could easily be brought back! The Avengers only needed the soul stone for the reverse snap, after all, and it was returned afterward. By the film's logic, a soul for a soul, returning the soul stone should have revived the soul who bought it. McFeely even said, when trying to explain why Natasha couldn't be brought back, "But that’s the everlasting exchange. You bring her back, you lose the stone." Despite the quote's intended purpose, this indicates that returning the stone would indeed restore the person who sacrificed themselves, in this case Natasha. So there was literally no reason for her to stay dead.

No reason, that is, other than the problems it would present to Steve's ending, for it would cause many. For instance, since Natasha couldn't stay in the past with Steve because they wanted him with Peggy, she would show up on the time machine alone: and then there would be someone for the characters to ask where Steve had gone, and the creative team would then have to answer some uncomfortable questions about what they made Steve do, or else blatantly and obviously dodge them. Also, it would throw into sharper relief how Steve was just randomly abandoning his friends. Bucky and Sam he was able to just ghost, since he didn't have to face them until he was super old, but in order for Natasha to come to the future without him, he would have to directly say to her, "Go, and I'm not coming with you." (Or pretend he was going with her and then just not do it, which would be even worse.) Even if this was not shown, it would be pretty evident that such a thing happened. It would then be a lot harder to pretend that Steve's ending had anything to do with love, and ignore the whole "Steve suddenly just abandoned everyone" aspect. (And in that case, the Romanogers shippers would probably be just as outraged as the Stucky shippers.)

Indeed, considering how adamantly the movie insisted that Natasha was permanently gone, it really seems like the creative team of Endgame killed her off because she was in the way of Steve's reunion with Peggy. This is especially apparent when one considers the multiple concerted slights of Romanogers that occurred throughout the movie. They had that unnecessarily long shot at the beginning of Natasha observing Steve looking at the compass, for example, and then when Steve visited Natasha at the compound later, it was carefully insinuated that he didn't visit often. Also, during the visit he acted like he didn't know her at all, and literally suggested to her face that the work she was doing was not important. And it's definitely not an accident that Bruce mentioned that he failed to revive Natasha right before Steve left, as if she was permanently gone, even though there was absolutely no reason why returning the soul stone should not have brought her back.

If Marvel was simply desperate to put Steve in a straight relationship, they could easily have forced him together with Sharon, or else taken advantage of Romanogers instead of purposely trying to put it down. Steve's ending wasn't ruined by a straight agenda, it was ruined by a specifically Steggy agenda.

And then Steve's ending sucks and is bad.

Steve's ending infuriated a lot of Stucky shippers for obvious reasons. But. Like. Here's the thing: From a filmmaking standpoint, the Stuckies are right. Sending Steve back in time just doesn't work for multiple reasons, both in and out of universe.

This is going to be a longie.

#1 - Time Travel Doesn't Work That Way

The first problem is the in-universe one. This ending is so busted that the directors and writers actually have separate interpretations of what happened, and they're both wrong.

According to the directors, Steve created a parallel timeline where he's lived with his Peggy. He used the time machine to return to this timeline and go to that bench, but only once he was super old for, uh, some reason?

Problem is, according to this movie, you can't do that. You can't make a new timeline without removing an Infinity Gem from it, and also making new timelines is bad, remember? Further, the film gives no indication that Steve time traveled here. He doesn't appear on the Quantum platform. He's not wearing his time suit. He's just chilling on a bench, staring at the horizon.

The reason the film gives no indication for how Steve arrived here is because of the writers' interpretation: Steve arrived in the past of this, the main timeline. Steve himself was Peggy's mystery husband back in Winter Soldier. Old Steve has always been here, waiting for this moment.

That's actually worse than the directors' explanation. The movie has been very clear on the point that you can't directly change the past. Even after they prune the timelines, Loki didn't actually escape in 2012. That never happened. The events of the Time Heist never happened, from a historical perspective.

The internal logic of Steve's jaunt doesn't work out, no matter which way you slice it.

#2 - The Future is Scary and You Should Run Away

The second problem is what it does to Steve as a Man Out of Time. The white-hot core of this character direction is that he is an old man living in a world he doesn't recognize, and having to adapt to changing times. That's something we all have to deal with eventually.

So what is Endgame's final statement on Steve's efforts to fit into society? It's that he can't. Trying to live in this world he doesn't know is a futile gesture. In the end, Steve gives up, sinks his head in the sand, and rejects modernity. He embraces the shallow image of a woman he once loved was attracted to and lives out the rest of his days in a reactionary fantasy world.

I guess there is no value in changing and growing to adapt to the new world around you. What a shitty ending.

#3 - To the End of the Line

And finally... yeah. I'm sorry to tell you this, but the Stucky shippers were right. Not necessarily about Steve and Bucky's relationship being canonically romantic. But about Steve and Bucky's relationship being the driving emotional throughline of the entire Captain America trilogy.

In the end, this ending is the epitome of the problem with the way writers write platonic relationships versus romantic ones. Throughout the trilogy, Bucky is the most valuable and important person in Steve's life.

Steve defied orders and officially joined World War II, venturing deep into enemy territory alone, for Bucky. He was ready to die for this man. He laid down his shield and accepted the Winter Soldier's violence out of love for the man behind his eyes, and that sheer unrelenting loyalty brought him back from the monster he was programmed to be. Steve went to war with the Avengers out of love for Bucky.

And whether you take that love to be romantic or platonic, it doesn't change the fact that this is what drives the films. Not Peggy. Never Peggy. The films occasionally pay some attention to Peggy and Sharon, but they aren't actually interested in using these characters as characters.

(In fact, they're so disinterested in Sharon that she drops off the face of the universe in Infinity War and Endgame. Not even a namedrop. The moment the filmmakers decided to send Steve back to Peggy, Sharon ceased to have any value as a character and was consequently erased. They do not care about these women and their stories. The Carters are just the obligatory love interests.)

Instead, Peggy is merely the symbol of what could have been. She represents the life Steve lost, but is barely treated as a person in her own right. She's just a picture in his wallet that he can pine after. She doesn't move the story along, and his feelings for her rarely amount to more than Steve being sad for a little bit and then continuing along with what he was doing.

And this is how it always is. The best friend is the diehard series-defining relationship that moves mountains and saves the universe. And the girlfriend is just there, getting little focus or development. Steve and Bucky prove their importance to each other again and again, but no attention is paid to why Peggy is important. "She's a woman. He's a man. What more do you need?"

I'm not, personally, a Stucky shipper. But "I'm with you to the end of the line," still meant so much to me. This was the emotional core of the Captain America trilogy, right up there with "I can do this all day." Steve suddenly quitting on the future, quitting on Bucky, and running off to bury his face in Peggy's bosom felt like a betrayal of everything the films have ever told us about these characters. Peggy just wins. Because we need to marry him off somehow if we're going to tie up his journey!

It is neither a joke nor an exaggeration to say that the trajectory of Captain America throughout the MCU was ruined at the very last possible second by the straight agenda.

[buckyalpine]

Do I already have an ask with you? I don't care lol I have a good one...

You and bucky are insatiable for each other, that's not to say you don't have your soft moments because you do. You're the only one who truly understands him, aside from Steve. But there are things he's shared with you that he could never burden Steve with... I mean, he's the one who always protected him and he got really good at masking his emotions and putting up a strong front even before the war. Anywho, you don't know what's gotten into you two, maybe it's the summer heat, or perhaps that time of the month is nearing, either way, extra insatiable. You're on each other almost every hour of the day... Waking him with soft kisses as you ride him slowly before his morning, cornering him in the shower after his morning run. I did mention he's just as insatiable, pulling you into the nearest room after the morning briefing (Sorry Nat), boxing you in his arms in the deep end of the pool during your afternoon swim..it's like the possibility of being caught adds to the need for each other's bodies... I mean the team is eyeing each other as he not so secretly grinds against your backside while ordering drinks at Tonys party, and later pulls you into his lap where you not so discretely grind against him and he kisses your shoulder and neck, until finally someone makes a comment and Bucky pulls you to the bathroom for a quicky, but you need more and you're dragging him straight to you room after. Of course that earns another comment form tony ahah

18+

Hell yes to all of this. Look, I wanted to start this off with the trope of a wholesome cute slow build up where they share meaningful moments and then gradually grow closer before going at it like rabbits. Like they build a solid friendship first and after some slow burn, they end up falling in love.

BUT.

What if instead, it doesn't start off with so much soft wholesomeness. It starts off spicy. Steve is many things to Bucky, takes care of him from day one but one thing Steve can't help with is how touch starved Bucky is.

Bucky can't even bring himself to tell anyone how badly he needs to be touched and it does not fucking help that he's insanely attracted to one of his teammates, with only his right hand to bring him some relief. The biggest issue is Bucky typically retches at physical touch; he didn't even like people in his personal space. Then he saw you. Suddenly, a deep need he had buried away for years grew stronger than ever.

His relationship with you is fine, he's comfortable with you. One thing that always catches him off guard is how easy it is to talk to you; you're so open and understanding. Again. It does not help that he finds you fucking gorgeous. (He’s also awful at taking hints, so he doesn’t realize you’re just as attracted to him)

After a late night workout, he decides to join you while your stretching out on the mat and the topic of conversation moves onto something a little more...interesting. Bucky is laughing along with you while you tell him a story about online dating aps.

"Wasn't like this in the 40's" Bucky shakes his head, thinking about how he wouldn’t have dared to demand sex at the end of a date, under any circumstance. 

"Hmm, how different is it from then to now from your perspective, like sex and dating"

"Based on what I've heard, people are a lot more open about it, things are way more casual now”

You nodded while continuing to stretch, hardly realizing Bucky was internally fighting with himself not to stare at you. 

"Do you have any preferences? Anything you like now or then?” 

Bucky fidgeted with his fingers, now not meeting your eyes for a different reason. 

"Back then was nice, went on a few dates, took girls dancing mostly..”

“What about now?”

“Oh, I-um- never...dated...in this century?

Bucky blinked at you like a lost puppy, he hadn’t been on a single date since he was free from being the winter soldier. You blinked right back, unable to understand how he, of all people, had gone this long without dating fucking. You understood that he probably had boundaries and trust issues but still him...

"You've...so you've never been with anyone since?"

Bucky shook his head, a deep blush covering his cheeks, his breath hitching when you sat closer to him. 

“Is-is that something you’re okay with?” Your voice was a whisper, your heart beating faster when Bucky slowly shook his head, his eyes now locked with yours. 

“I-I need...”

"Tell me what you need"

"Need to be touched..."

"Show me where"

He took your hand, guiding it down to his aching boner, nearly whimpering when he felt your hand grasp him.

"H-here"

You bit back a moan, feeling his cock throb. Bucky’s body moved on its own, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking him while his head was thrown back, a long satisfied moan slipping from his lips. 

"Tell me what you need baby"

“Everything”

****

After that, you were both insatiable for each other. Fucking everywhere, on every surface possible. But there was also something else brewing there. After sex, he's so soft and vulnerable, snuggling and nuzzling into you while clinging onto your body. You explain what after care is to him and ask him what he enjoys; he loves when you play with his hair and he loves when your hands graze his back. He’s too shy to openly say it but naked cuddles with you are his absolute favorite. In these moments, he opens up about anything and everything. Thing's even Steve doesn't know about. He tells you about his nightmares; you've even comforted him through a few of them when you both end up falling asleep.

Mornings are spent wrapped in each others warmth; sometimes you wake him gently with soft kisses, riding him, telling him how beautiful he looks, how perfect he fills you up. Other times he’s on top of you, his hips grinding against you, not chasing orgasms; no. he doesn’t want to leave your warmth any time soon and you don’t want to be away from him either, soft moans and locked eyes, edging each other until neither of you can hold back any longer. 

It didn’t matter that this new routine also made you both late for morning briefings. You couldn’t keep your hands off him and he couldn’t keep his hands off you. 

Whenever Bucky sees you, his lips are on you, hand up your shirt, stroking the soft skin of your waist. You’re both always looking over your shoulder to make sure no one sees you, but it only adds to how badly you want each other. 

After a run

He closes his eyes, letting the hot water relax his muscles after his morning run, smirking when he hears the click of his bedroom door. You saunter into his bathroom, stripping your clothes off and pulling the curtain back, your eyes shamelessly raking up and down his naked body. 

“Hi Sergeant” You step into the shower, backing him against the tiled wall, your body pressed on his. 

“Breaking into my room now, huh?” He smirked, his arms snaking around to grab the backs of your thighs, lifting you so your legs wrap around his waist. You gasp when he turns around, slamming you against the wall, his cock pressed against your needy pussy. “Naughty slut” 

“James...”

“Shhh” Bucky nips your earlobe before shoving his cock into you in a single stroke, not giving you any adjustment time, his hips snapping against your ass. Cardio round 2.   

Morning Briefings 

Yes hes a trained assassin but he’s struggling with his focus, his mind thinking about how pretty you’d look naked, bent over that table, screaming for him, or if he had you pressed up against the ceiling high windows, for all of New York to see how well you took his thick fat co-

“Barnes!” 

Bucky blinked, feeling an eraser bounce of his head while Tony shook his head, repeating that he’d be paired with you for an up coming mission while Steve would be paired with Nat. He just nods yes to everything, hoping to get this meeting over with so he can have you. 

“Alright, dismissed, unless you have any-

“Nope” Bucky shot out of his seat, grabbing you by the arm and heading off to the nearest office room. “Let talk about the mission y/n” The rest of the team stared at each other before shrugging, Bucky never cared about going over mission details before but stranger things had happened. 

“Really Barnes? You want to talk about the mission?” You sass, while Bucky bites his lip, locking the door and bending you over the large wooden desk. 

“I actually do” He smirked, throwing the file onto the table before hiking your skirt up and bringing your panties down. You hear him unbuckle his pants, gasping as soon as you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudge against your soaked entrance. “You’re gonna read the mission details doll” You moan loudly as he plunges into you, your hips bouncing against the table, his cock rubbing against your cervix “Every. Single. Detail” 

While your swimming 

You gasped, feeling two strong arms come up from behind you, pushing you against the tiled wall of the pool. 

“Dragă....” 

He was insatiable, having watched you long enough in your tiny bathing suit, swimming laps, making his cock unnecessarily hard. You knew by the name he called you, he was desperate for you, his cock straining in his shorts. Your breath shuddered as Bucky caged you between his arms, water droplets clinging off his shoulders, lips brushing against yours. 

“Someone might see us James” You whispered, your legs floating up to wrap around his waist, your hands resting on his chest. 

“Then let them see” He licked your neck, sucking little bruises along your collar bone, his boner pressed right against you, “Let them see how you scream for me, prinţesă, all the pretty noises you make for me” 

He pulls the strings of your bathing suit off, groaning at your naked body under the water. 

“Hmm, much better” 

Tony’s Party 

You sipped on your drink at the bar while the team placed their orders, smirking when you feel him come up behind you, his hands coming to rest on your waist.  You teasingly brush your ass onto him but he wastes no time pushing himself right back on you, practically grinding himself on you. 

“You look pretty baby” He whispered by your ear, his hips still moving against you, one hand gripping onto your waist while he grabs his drink from the bartender. You squeak when he grips you more firmly to come and sit with him, his hand resting on your hip, easily pulling you into his lap once you both get to the lounge area. 

“Hi” You feel your skin heat up, sitting this closely to him, the scent of his cologne making it hard for you to focus on anything else happening around you. His hand ghosts over your waist, resting on the side of your thigh, tracing shapes along your skin. 

“Hi” He bites back a smirk, adjusting himself, making your eyes widen when you feel...something...

“Bucky, there’s something-

He pulls you even closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, holding your hips to keep you from squirming on his lap. 

“Shhh, that’s all me prinţesă” 

Your stomach flips, feeling his hard length pressing further against you, A wicked idea flashes through your mind, letting your hips grind on him, innocently vibing to the music. You giggle to yourself when you feel his cock throb, gasping when he holds you still again, giving your neck the slightest nip. 

“Keep that up baby, might just have to take you right here, right now” 

You smiled, taking it as a challenge, grinding on him a little harder, giggling when you heard a growl from his chest. Meanwhile, the team all side eyed each other, watching Bucky’s composure fall apart, his lips kissing your neck, hands gripping your waist, cheeks flushed, while you sipped your drink, the both of you in your own world. 

“Keep that up y/n, and you’re gonna make terminator blow a gasket” Tony snorted, his eyes growing wide when you shifted off his Bucky’s lap slightly, his cock straining against his pants “Jesus Christ Barnes, you should come with a warning label” 

“Fuck this” Bucky groaned, lifting you off, ready to drag you to the bathroom for a quicky because at this point his cock was leaking and throbbing and he was sure he was going to cum in his pants. 

“Where you guys going, huh?” Sam cackled, watching the flustered super soldier desperately cling onto you. 

“Bathroom...” Bucky’s eyes were only focused on you, his hand around your wrist, he would have taken you on the floor right then and there if possible. 

“You both need to go to the bathroom?” Nat cocked an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes at you both. 

“Need my girl” Bucky shrugged, but before he could take you, you stopped him. 

“Nuh uh” You shook your head, grabbing him by his dog tags, pulling him in the direction of the elevators to go upstairs instead. “My room Barnes” 

“Your girl, huh?” Sam wiggled his eye brows as the team grinned, watching you both. You yelped when Bucky tossed you over his shoulder, spanking you before entering the elevator.

“Yeah, my girl” 

“I’m your girl now?” you giggled, while he kissed the side of your ass, still keeping you over his shoulder. 

“Always baby” 

“DON’T HURT YOURSELF Y/N, HE’S BUILT LIKE A HORSE”  

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The hat-rule

A/N: hi! Finally a post on this blog without being shadowbanned:p but you can still follow my other blog; @rogerswifesblog-updates I don’t remember how this idea come into my mind (probably some tiktok or smth) but I really hope you’ll enjoy it!!

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Cowboy!Reader (cowgirl?)

Summary: Steve puts readers hat on not knowing the rule behind his actions.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, the cowboy hat rule, reader is described rather curvy I’d say, blow job, female masturbation, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, male masturbation (?)

Cowboy hat rule: If you wear a cowboy'hat, you have to ride the cowboy!

It was a stupid idea, Steve thought. Going to a country club? He doesn’t even like that kind of music. But it also wasn’t his idea. It’s Clint’s turn to decide what they’re going to do on a Saturday night and that’s what he decided would be fun. Usually they made movie nights, cooking, baking or going out for drinks to some luxurious places (yeah, the last one is always on Tony).

„It’ll be fun, Cap. You can even ride the mechanic bull-we all should do it”, Clint grinned as they walked into the pub, he and Tony were wearing cowboy hats. They wanted Steve to wear one too, but he declined. It’s not really his thing. He rather wears his baseball cap, as low as possible, so nobody recognises him-even though he’s pretty sure with the other avengers this will happen either way.

Sighing, Steve shook his head. “Yeah, sure. I can do that if you leave me alone about the hat. I won’t wear one”, he mumbled, as they sat down at a free table. Steve immediately caught someone’s eye; a pretty young lady sitting at another table nearby. She was a cow…girl? At least that’s what he assumed since you were wearing a cowboy hat. A sweet smile crept onto your lips when you looked right at him meeting his gaze.

Steve felt a blush forming over his cheeks, giving you a short smile he quickly looked away, straight into the eyes of a smirking Natasha. Her gaze told him she knew something-even though he had no idea what. She was looking at him like a predator at its prey. Like a shark. A grin crept onto her lips. All teeth.

But she didn’t say anything. Instead she took out a flask, giving it to him. The smell alone told Steve it was Asgardian alcohol.

So that’s how this evening is going to be. Fine.

After they all ordered the drink Steve asked for a shot Glass for himself, too, which he received without questions about the mysterious flask. That’s one of the little perks of being an Avenger. Nobody asked questions…

While they were talking and drinking one shot after another, he forgot about the pretty girl next to them. Only meeting your gaze a few times, always smiling at each other. You even once lifted your shot at him, signalizing him to drink-and he did it. Tony noticed it, of course, teasing him about it. “Well, well, Capsicle. A cowgirl?”, but Steve ignored him, as Natasha stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him with her.

“I dare you to ride the bull!” She knew Steve is always up for a challenge, so it didn’t surprise her when he took off his cap and jacket, throwing both in her open arms. “Watch me tame that beast”, he grinned, loud enough for the avengers and you to hear. The corners of your lips twitched and you put down your drink, to fully concentrate on the avengers that were walking closer to the mechanic bull, probably wanting to watch Steve and maybe try riding it themselves.

That’s gonna be a show.

The huge chunk of a man sat on the bull, not needing help getting onto its back. His cheeks wore a gentle blush, maybe from being tipsy or maybe from having this much attention from all the people around him.

When the bull started moving you immediately saw his legs tightening around it, his muscles flexing, thigh Firm and thick. You’d do anything to feel them thighten around your head…or riding one of his thighs, while he’d bounce it, moving his hands over your body, maybe squeezing your breasts…

You quickly shook these thoughts away, watching the blond still holding onto the bull, but seemingly struggling. Huh. You thought the Captain would be better than that-but before the 20th second could pass, Steve was thrown forward, falling right over the bulls head, landing on his but.

His gaze immediately fell to you, especially when he heard your soft, amused laugh. Once again he felt his blood rush to his face, making him blush a scarlet red. “Wow, Cap, you really show the bull how it’s done-“ Tony’s voice made him look at the man. “Well, yeah? Then do it better”, while Steve left the mats, Tony shrugged his suit jacket off. “You’ll be surprised Capsicle.”

All the Avengers tried riding the bull-Tony being thrown to the side only a bit after ten seconds, then Clint, who made a literal backflip when the bull started moving more suddenly-but he was longer on the bull than Steve, not really surprising anyone. Somehow everyone got used to Clint having weird skills, not knowing the reason for that. Especially not after seeing him pole dancing on an undercover mission.

“Come on, Nat, you should try it”, Clint grinned, but the redhead only laughed. “Yeah, no I’m good.”

Hearing that the Avengers were done, you stood up and walked straight up to the bull. “Then let me show you how to really tame the bull”, with that you hopped onto the bull, not even grabbing the rope. The guy operating the bull laughed loudly. “Well, our record holder, I see. Let’s not make it easy for you”, he tipped his head to you, Turing in the bull.

You’ve ridden the mechanic animal so many times, it’s not even a real challenge anymore. Your hips moved smoothly, sliding along with every move, thrusting forward…making Steve imagine your body naked, riding him. Sinking on his dick, sliding forward and back on his dick, your hands grabbing his pecks, maybe pinching his nipple lightly. Fuck. Thank god he was sitting with his jacket in his lap, otherwise he’d give the other people around him a bigger show than before.

He couldn’t stop his dick from tenting his jeans, as he watched your breasts jiggle with every movement, your ass bounce as the bull started shaking from side to side. With you bending forward he could look right into your cleavage. His dick twitched, while he couldn’t tear away his eyes from your breasts. Fuck, they looked so soft. If you’d let him fuck these? Maybe you’d wrap your plump lips around the leaking head of his cock.

Looking up you noticed Steve staring at you, squirming in his seat. He was observing you like a tiger. A hungry tiger, watching his prey.

Without thinking twice you grabbed your hat throwing it to Steve, who caught it out of reflex. The people around him immediately started cheering, Clint and Tony telling him to put it on, which seemed to confuse him.

And then he did it.

Some people that saw the interaction clapped their hands, Tony whistled and Steve just looked confused to Nat. She only grinned cheekily. Then Clint clapped him on the shoulder and Steve was totally puzzled.

…What just happened?

After a few more seconds you jumped down from the bull, walking straight up to him. Sitting, he had to look up at you, with the few inches you had now over him. Putting his hands on his wide shoulders, you stroked over them, massaging him gently. “You know what they say, Captain…wear the hat, ride the cowboy-or, well cowgirl in this case”, you purred in his ear. Of course, others still heard it. Especially Tony, who had been listening curiously as soon as you stepped up to Steve.

The color that was slowly coming back to normal on Steve's cheeks turned once again a dark red shade, creeping from under his button down right to the very end of his ears. “E-excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am, I’m sorry for taking your hat-my friend told me to wear it-I’m really sorry, ma’am”, Steve rambled, not understanding what you were talking about. Riding? You? Were you talking about…sex? Was he this obvious with his attraction towards you? Oh god, was he being a creep???

Your soft chuckle made him look back at you, not even having noticed he started nervously looking around. “Stevie, you have no idea what it means to wear this hat, huh?”, he shook his head, slowly taking off the hat and offering it back to you. You took it in your head, but put it back on his head instead of yours. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. It’s exactly what you think it is”, you grinned and it looked like Steve’s blush darkened if that was still possible.

His mouth agape, eyes big and curious roaming over your face…his hands slowly finding your waist and pulling you a bit closer. “So we-should we go now to your place? I’d like to-you know-do…it”, Steve mumbled, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. You took his hand and pulled him up from his seat. Now, needing to look up at him, you winked at the man. “My place isn’t far away. Let’s get going and…I’ll show you some real riding”, with that you took your jacket from your booth, hearing as the avengers teased Steve. “I can’t believe we help Cap to get laid tonight-” “-don’t forget to use protection-“ “you’ll better endure longer than with the bull-” “hopefully you won’t get a heart attack old man-“

You couldn’t hear the rest after closing the pub doors and leaving the building. For a moment only sounds were coming from the cars passing by and people chatting, while you two walked the path, your arm around his, holding onto him.

“I’m Y/N”, you mumbled, only now noticing you haven’t introduced yourself yet. At least not properly. You knew who he was, probably most people in the pub knew it, but everyone was respectful and wouldn’t annoy them with autographs and pictures. In the end, the Avengers were just people. Well, maybe Tony Stark was…a bit different. But it’s Tony stark. Everyone knew him like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m-well, you know who I am”, he sighed, making you look up at him, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “You’re Steve-an awful bull-rider if you ask me”, this made him chuckle lightly and he pulled you a bit closer against him.

Steve smiled at you for a moment, before kissing your head, making the two of you giggle. A few moments later you stopped at your complex building, taking out your key. “Here we are”, you grinned, already imagining Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin…suckling and licking at your soft spot at your throat. God, you couldn’t stop thinking about it all. But he stopped smiling, pulling away from you and looking down at the footpath.

“I…I’m not- I usually don’t do stuff like that, you should know”, he mumbled, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Was he talking about bull riding? Because you could see it, without him needing to clarify that. And you didn’t mind. “It’s okay. I’m not making fun of you, don’t worry-I mean, I’d rather made fun of Stark. He looked silly, you looked…well, pretty good”, Steve still seemed unsure and not amused, which made you furrow your eyebrows. A few seconds ago he was laughing? What happened?

Gently taking his hand out of his pocket, interlocking them you pulled Steve against you. Your other hand stroking over his cheek. “What is it Steve?”, you asked quietly. You could clearly see the blush still lingering on his pale skin.

He put his hand gently over yours, squeezing. “It’s-its the first time I left with someone-I mean I’m- I have done it but never with a stranger-not that I would mind if, because you’re really pretty and fuck-so sexy and hot-oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-I mean-god I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. It’s like my brain to mouth filter doesn’t work, Jesus, I’m so sorry”, he rambled, shaking his head.

When he looked back at you, you were grinning amused. All teeth, even with pretty dimples and little happy wrinkles surrounding your eyes. “Steve, we don’t have to do anything…we can just go up, sit down and watch a movie. I’ll make us something to eat…we don’t even have to kiss”, you reassured him.

Only then did he smile lightly before nodding. “But….I’d really like to kiss you”, it was only a whisper, barely audible. It still made your whole heart flutter, butterflies trying to erupt from under your skin, everything tingling…

God, did this man even know how pretty he was when smiling?

A second later Steve leaned down, giving you a gentle peck on the lips. Unsure and hastily, yet it still managed to make your breath hitch.

Blushing Steve watched you for a moment, before once again kissing you, this time longer. A slow soft kiss, not erotic just…gentle. It’s like he was kissing you for the purpose of kissing, not to indicate anything sexual. It was really…nice. To be kissed like that.

Your hand found his neck, pulling him a bit closer, the hat on his head slowly sliding down. You couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips, while you pulled back and pushed the head in its place. “Let’s get inside. It’s getting cold”, you whispered, feeling your own blood rush to your cheeks.

After entering your apartment, you took off your boots, Steve doing the same with his shoes toeing them off. You shook your head lightly, grinning at the grown ass man, toeing off his shoes like a child. He shrugged, pulling you closer against him. “Don’t say anything. My mom hated it when I did that”, he grinned, not even noticing sharing such a memorie with a total stranger.

Laughing, you went to the kitchen to grab two beers. Of course Steve followed you like a lost puppy, looking around your apartment curiously. “Oh this is pretty”, Steve said, looking at one of your paintings. “Thanks, it’s…just a little hobby of mine”, you said smiling. Steve’s eyes immediately light up. “I love drawing too! And painting! What paint do you use?”

That’s how you two started talking about art supplies and other stuff, Steve having more knowledge than you, but still being patient and explaining everything to you. At this point you were both sitting on the couch, close enough for your thighs to touch.

Taking another sip of your beer your gaze fell to Steve’s head, still wearing your hat. Was he even aware of it? A small smile crept onto your lips. Steve followed your gaze, or tried to, looking up cross eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry”, he blushed, taking off his hat. His hair was sticking out in every direction, which he quickly tried to brush over with his hand. “You look cute with it”, you grinned, shrugging. You grabbed the hat again, putting it on his disheveled hair.

Only then did you notice how close you two were. His breathing against your soft skin…when did his hands land on your waist? Instead of pulling away you slowly stroking with your hand over his cheek and slowly down to his neck. Steve could hear your heartbeat quicken, when he slowly pulled you on his lap. His lips and nose caressing along your skin.

Then you felt his lips press against yours, kissing you gently, but hungry. His tongue exploring your mouth, kissing your teeth. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your hips press against his bulge. “Fuck”, he whispered, slowly kissing down your neck, while grabbing your hips and grinding his arousal against your crotch, making you gasp. He felt big, even though he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

You reached with one hand to his zipper, slowly opening it, before pulling the pants a bit down with Steve’s help. While stroking his clothed cock you could feel him hardening beneath your palm. Your other hand started opening his button down.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous”, you whispered, leaning down and licking over one of his rosy nipples, listening to Steve’s moans, while he bucked into your palm. His tip had already left a wet spot on his boxer shorts from all the pre cum.

One of his hands grabbed your hair, pulling you in another bruising kiss, your lips already feeling raw from all the kissing. His grip on your hair tightened, while he grabbed your hand with the other one and guided you in his boxershorts, where he wrapped your hand around his cock.

Fuck.

Your fingers didn’t touch. They didn’t close around his girth. He was long, probably long enough to touch your cervix. Holy Jesus. You traced the vines with your fingers. You weren’t setted with just your imagination, so you broke up the kiss and looked down at his dick in your hand. “Fuck-wanna suck you off, steve. Please let me do that”, you nearly whined, already sliding down from his lap.

If you had to be honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you’d get him fully in your mouth-and if you did, then your jaw would hate you for that. You could already feel the pain. Yet it didn’t stop you.

As soon as your knees hit the floor, you started licking his tip, circling his slit, before letting him glide in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him. You couldn’t. You had to feel him.

When you started to bob your head, you felt how your pussy started throbbing. Fuck, you’ve never been this hot for someone you just met. Opening your own pants you pushed your hand beneath your panties, already finding your pussy wet. Drenched. When you started circling your clit a moan escaped your lips, making Steve’s hips buck into your mouth. “Fuck-“, he grabbed your hair, pushing your head a bit lower. His cock hit your gag reflex, but with Steve’s movements he pushed past it, his dick filling your throat.

The slightly rougher treatment makes you even wetter, two of your fingers sliding easily in your cunt with a squelch. Steve chuckled at that. “My little slut, getting worked up while sucking my dick, huh?”, he whispered, moving your head over his dick like he pleased. And you let him.

You’d let him do anything and everything to you at this point.

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of dick. You only looked up at him, while he fucked your face like toy.

You really hadn’t expected him to turn into a rough dom, after being all shy and unsure the whole evening long. Somehow this made it all even better. And you wetter.

“Baby-fuck, I’m going to fill your pretty mouth-you’d like that, huh? I can tell you’re desperate to have my cum fill your pretty mouth”, he mumbled, his thrusts becoming harder, his dick hitting your throat more often.

Your movements of your fingers quickened too and you started rubbing your clit furiously, feeling your orgasm approach, while Steve was chasing his own, fucking your face without a care.

The mix of Steve’s pre cum and your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto his balls, even some of it on his pants. It was messy. Filthy even.

A moan escaped you, muffled by Steve’s cock, when you finally came, drenching your own fingers while you squirted over your hand, your legs trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweetheart-“, with that Steve pressed your head down, your nose hitting his pelvic, while he grinded against your face, his cum floating your mouth and throat. He slowly pulled your head away, but you felt how his tip was still twitching and spurting more cum. God, how much could he cum?

He pulled his whole shaft out, only leaving the tip between his lips. “Swallow sweetheart, Daddy wants to feed you some more”, if you could come just from words, this would be definitely it.

Steve started stroking his dick, not moving your head, still having the mushroom head between your lips. You looked up at him, still circling your clit gently, before pulling your hand out of your pants, which Steve quickly grabbed and pulled to his lips, licking and sucking your fingers clean. “Mm, so good, baby. Cant wait to have a taste from the source”, he grinned, making you whine quietly against his dick.

After a few more strokes you felt his cum flood your mouth, while Steve’s head fell back, a load moan escaping his lips, while he milked his cock in your mouth. You felt his tip leaving some cum on your lips when he pulled away, his dick slapping against his abdomen, still hard. “Swallow, sweetheart”, he grinned lazily. You did as told, showing him your empty mouth, sticking out your tongue, while you leaned to his dick again, licking around the head. “Such a good girl, fuck”, he whispered, grinding his dick against your face, before pulling you by the hair and away from his cock, back on his lap.

Your hat was still on his head, just a bit crooked, so you adjusted it a bit, which wasn’t necessary since Steve pulled you in another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, chasing his own taste.

“How many times can you go?”, you whispered against his lips, stroking over his hard cock again.

A devilish grin appeared on his lips.

“Wanna find out?”

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Yandere platonic Avengers x Peter Parker/Spiderman

Bonus: venom/Eddie Brock, Deadpool/Wade Wilson, Dr. Strange, The Flash/Barry Allen, GOTG

List to all parts

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Bullied

Summary: They figure out that Peter is bullied

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Tony Stark/Ironman

It took a lot of convincing on Peter's part to not get homeschooled.

Tony would prefer to keep Peter close, and have him being homeschooled under his watchful eyes.

However he can't say no to the puppy dog eyes either.

But when Tony does figure out that Peter is bullied, there's no way out of homeschool.

To Peter's luck though, it took a lot of time for Tony to realize that Peter is bullied, seeing as Peter is great at hiding it, and Tony wouldn't think that anybody has the balls to bully his kid.

Tony did finally notice it when Peter came home from school with a black eye.

God bless that bully because Tony will find out who did it. Any excuses Peter might come up with are not believed, and Tony is seething from pure rage.

How could he not have noticed this sooner? He feels disappointed with himself, and will make it up to Peter tenfold even though it wasn't his fault.

But what about the bully? Oh boy you are in for a ride.

Tony wouldn't hurt the bully if they were a kid as well, not physically at least. But instead the bully's loved ones are not as lucky.

Parents dead. Cause? Sudden car accident.

Siblings over the age of 18? Missing.

Cousins/uncles/aunts dead dead dead.

Oh but Peter's fate is almost worse than death.

He has no change on going back to school for a while and on top of that Tony is hovering over him almost 24/7.

However, when (after a lot of convincing and family nights) Peter finally goes back to school, everyone knows not to mess with him. After all, they just might find their loved ones dead....

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Steve Rogers/Captain America

Just like with Tony, it took him a bit long to realize that Peter was bullied.

However unlike with Tony, Steve didn't even think for a moment about homeschool.

School is important to Steve, but still of course Peter's mental and psychical health are the most important to Steve.

The same thing about Tony and Steve is that neither of them thought that anyone would have the guts to bully their son, but unlike with Tony, Steve figured it out the moment he saw the smallest possible scratch on his boy's skin.

Unlike with Tony, Steve is going to hurt a kid if it comes down to it.

Of course, he would never kill a child (maybe), but when it comes to his son, he wouldn't mind punching a bully.

I mean, who would believe that the Captain America hit a child? :)

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Bruce Banner/The Hulk

Well this is getting dangerous.

Bruce would notice it almost immediately. I mean, he used to be bullied at school too, so of course he notices if his son gets bullied.

However, it's not Bruce that makes this situation dangerous( just not yet at least), it's Hulk (obviously).

Hulk would not give a flying fuck who he has to kill to keep their son safe. May it be a teenager, an adult or even a fucking alien, Hulk would kill them all if they were endangering Peter.

While Hulk is more "punch now, don't even talk later" Bruce is more of the "talk first, punch then, and punch again again again again again again and again"

Of course, Bruce couldn't physically hurt another child (at least not badly), unlike Hulk, but he's dangerous without Hulk too.

He's smart. Like super smart. And he knows his ways with manipulation and playing with human minds.

If the bully happens to be an adult, like Peter's teacher for example, the oh boy aren't they in for a ride.

Bruce would make it slow and painful.

He knows just where to punch or stab them for it to hurt but keep them alive and in pain.

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Thor & Loki

Nope. There's no way Peter's getting bullied. Not kidding.

Pretty sure that Loki and Thor has already takes Peter with them to Asgard, and only a fool would bully a royal. Especially if that royal has two overprotective gods hovering over him 24/7.

So it is highly unlikely that Peter would be bullied in Asgard.

However, on earth it's a different story.

Of course, Thor and Loki would want to take Peter with them to Asgard, but they also care about Peter's feelings and wants, so most likely they would take trips to Asgard from time to time with Peter, and spend most of their time on earth because of Peter's wish.

But still, it's quite impossible for Peter to get bullied (not for long anyways)

Someone makes a rude remark? The next day they are avoiding Peter like a plague.

Someone hits him? They dissappear without a trace.

But if someone makes him cry? Buh-bye Peter's school. And welcome Asgard!

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Eddie Brock/Venom

Now if Hulk is dangerous, the Venom is a menace.

Eddie has teached Venom, that they can eat bad guys. And clearly, bullied are bad guys, right?

If it would have been any other situation, only Eddie would have had a 'talk' with the bullies, along with Venom just scaring them a bit. Y'know, threatening to eat them if they don't stop. But when it comes to Peter, oh boy.

It wouldn't take long for Venom to notice. Venom knows almost constantly what's going on with Peter, and he'll know immediately if something is wrong.

If it was just some mean words, it might take a bit longer for Venom to realize. Peter is good at hiding his feelings, but not good enough to hide them from an alien.

And that compared with Eddie's constant worries, it wouldn't take long for them to figure out what's going on.

Eddie is constantly worried about Peter. Peter is a good kid, and he's easy to take an advantage of, especially if it's some classmate making him do their homework or something along the lines of that.

So, it's understandable when Eddie gets paranoid and happens to stalk Peter trough his school day.

If the bullying is mental, the bully just might survive with lifetime trauma and a few broken bones.

If the bullying was physical however, well there's no one who has lived to tell the tale.

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Wade Wilson/Deadpool

He may not be great with feelings, but he does notice when something is wrong.

And after that it's pretty much kill, kill, kill, kill.

He's not heartless, no. But he doesn't have any remorse for enemies.

And to add to that his immortality....

The least he would do is kill himself in front of a kid and scare them for life.

It isn't fun if someone doesn't get traumatized for life, right?

There's nothing he wouldn't do for Peter. He'd die over and over and over again if it meant that Peter would be safe.

There isn't really much to add to this since he really would just go right for the kill.

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Barry Allen/The Flash

He knows what it's like.

He used to get bullied too when he was a kid, usually because he tried to help someone else from getting bullied.

And to add fuel to fire, Barry also knows that Peter would never hit a bully back, unlike he would've had.

From the very beginning when he took Peter under his wing, he'd been paranoid about Peter getting bullied, and it wouldn't take long for him to figure it out either.

He is the fastest man alive after all.

He's also very paranoid about Peter getting hurt.

A lot of people he loves has gotten hurt, and he ain't about to let some bully hurt his son like that.

Would he kill a bully? Now that's a hard question. But I'm pretty sure the answer is yes.

He has done a lot of things wrong in his life, and killing a bully is nothing to him.

Especially if it comes to his son's safety.

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Stephen Strange/Dr. Strange

He actually thinks it's quite humorous.

Not because Peter is getting mentally/physically bullied. It's because someone actually thinks that they can bully the child of an overpowered wizard!

Honestly, it's funny to him. It's so easy to torture them endlessly just by sending them somewhere they don't belong.

But of course Peter doesn't need to know this. He's naive and innocent, there's no way Stephen's gonna let some useless waste of space ruin that.

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Guardians Of The Galaxy/GOTG

Oh shit.

OH SHIT.

They're the guardians of the galaxy for god's sake! There's no way the bullies are getting out of this alive.

Then again, it's unlikely that he would get actually bullied when he's with the GOTG, mostly because they are most likely in space! Whether Peter wanted to or not...

But I wouldn't be surprised if some stupid suicidal dumbass insulted Peter while they're on some random planet.

Groot would be the most violent if he was a grown-up.

If he isn't however, then the most violent would be Drax.

At first, Mantis doesn't understand what it means. She's only just learning human emotions, so she doesn't know that it's a bad thing until someone tells her. She'll be so confused. How could someone insult/hurt an innocent cute human being like Peter? Ain't no way. The ones that do that aren't even people in Mantis' eyes, they're just monsters that are trying to hurt and corrupt something precious.

Quill knows immediately what's up. He used to get bullied when he was younger too, and ain't no way he's gonna let Peter go trough the same he did. Quill may not be the most violent or threatening of the GOTG, but he is however a demigod. And Quill isn't gonna let some lowlife insult his darling boy.

Gamora is feared/hated by many, and she isn't gonna hesitate for even a second to end anyone that hurts Peter, even if it was on accident. The least she would do if she's feeling merciful, she'd just break a couple of limbs. However, if Peter wasn't there, the bullies fate wouldn't be so peaceful.

In Rocket's case, no one even needs to bully Peter. Just stare at Peter for a second too long and you're getting shot. Quick and simple.

Drax and Mantis wouldn't care if Peter was watching. They'd just kill them, and comfort Peter later on, telling him that they did it for his own safety.

Rocket and Groot could never kill anyone in front of Peter. Or at least so that Peter sees what's happening. They all know that Peter is against murdering, and they'd be damned if they let some asshole make Peter feel bad for that said asshole.

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Author: Sorry it took so long ಥ_ಥ

And for those wondering, I know that Flash is an DC character, but I really like writing Flash and I'm writing for my own enjoyment.

But still, I appreciate all the love and I'm willing to take requests💗

[neonovember]

Between the things lost and gained

mafia!steve x drabble

“you’re taken, you’re saved; what happens after?”

summary; the moments after you are finally saved from the daylight kidnapping, your mafia husband finally shows the lengths he will go to find you.

warnings; small mentions of violence, scared reader, possessive/rogue steve, mafia!steve, mafia au, talks of mob activities, smut, fluff, angst, overstimulation, face riding, rough sex, etc

authors notes; this isn’t that long, was particularly bored on a thursday night so I did a little drabble? headcanon? mini fic? you’re married to the biggest mob boss in New York and you’re kidnapped; what more needs to be said? ;)

part one <<<<

The second you had been safely transported from whatever dingy warehouse your captors had kept you in, into the safe haven of the brownstone you had grown to adore, it was only then you saw the true terror of Steve’s rage.

He hadn’t even waited for the in-house physician to give you the all clear from the measly bruises they had tried to inflict on you before he wrapped those wide hands of his around your waist and practically scooped you into his chest, taking the steps by threes in an effort to get you to the once place he wanted.

Bouncing you onto the plush covers, the opulence drowning into your skin as if they missed you, Steve lunged across your body, ripping the fabric of your blouse at the seams, the Italian buttons bouncing off into the corners of the room. Steve hadn’t said a single word after you’d been saved, his jaw clenched into a painful edged line that you carved to run your fingers on.

You thought you knew your husbands rage, the terror he could inflict with just a click of the wrist, the harrowing violence that bled from him every step he took, and every land he claimed into his empire. But now, whilst he roughly pulled down your trousers, panties and all before shoving his face between your thighs, raising your legs over his shoulder as your back arched into the bed, you finally understood.

He’d groan a thousands profanities under his breathe blinding you with hot white pleasure, pressing his bicep to your stomach to hold you down, growls erupting from his chest.

“Don’t” He’d simply say, the groan held a sliver of command under it, the andrenaline from the violence that had just been undertaken to avenge you, and a set an example for the other few who fought you were fair game, coursing through his veins.

“Do you know how fucking terrified I was”? He growled it from his chest, his voice thick with vengeance and blood, there was anger in the way he said it, but you knew it was laced under the unmoving fear of his that had finally come true.

“What I had to do to get to you?”

“I had half of New York looking for you, had to pull shit out of my ass to get Tony to hand over his section of New York so I could personally look for those sick fucks who though-“ He cut himself off as he licked a strip across your folds, mumbling gorgeous under his breathe and he pressed into the bed.

“If you’d weren’t there, if I didn’t find you quick enough, I- I don’t know” He looked up at you then, eyes black and jaw twisted in pain, you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. You couldn’t face anything but his admissions, his fears.

“I should’ve ripped their throats with my damn bear hands” He chuckled lowly, his grip momentarily deeper.

Your vision was blurred with tears of over stimulation and pleasure, the feeling of his tongue pressing into your folds, his fingers rubbing circle into your clit, being too much. His savagery to overcome you, to press his touch into your skin until it was scorched.

“M’sorry” You choked out mind bending from his ministrations, chest heaving with impending pleasure.

Steve looked up to gaze at you, pupils dilating until the blue storm that was his eyes only a few moments before was now pitch black.

He quickly shushed you, teeth nibbling the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“I just need you to lay down pretty girl, I just need to feel you, will you let me feel you?” Steve asked the question as if he wasn’t knuckles deep in you and pressing his own erection into the silk sheets.

You answered him anyways.

As the moonlight poured into the French windows, the silhouette of your contorted body made shapes along the ceiling walls, it was as if Steve seemed even more frantic, his soft circles from before now became heated dips as he pushed you towards your orgasm, adding a second, a third finger until the cold metal of his rings pressed into your fluttering walls, until the pads of his index found the spongy spot inside you that had you wailing out, and had him groan in appreciation and grunt “there she is”.

The build up of fear, rage and anger brewing inside of Steve for the 78 hours you went missing, the 78 hours that bled into lifetimes of grief at the possibilities, at your possibilities, seem to explode on Steve’s tongue as he lifted you up and over him, until you were leaning your head on the wall above the bed frame, thighs on either side of him, his hands holding on firmly and he made you ride his face.

The scruff of stubble scratched the soft insides of your thighs, absent was his usual clean shaven face. The truth of your kidnapping left him abandoning any and all usual practices he indulged in, nothing seemed to matter then, nothing at all.

Slowing raising your hips, gliding your slick fold over his tongue and mouth, you grip the fabric headboard until your fingers made crescents in the winches. His tongue delved into your scorching core, moving across your velvet walls until he licked a long strip towards your clit, sucking earnestly, as if he had lost all sense, as if he hadn’t eaten, tasted, breathed since you were gone.

“Stevie, please” You begged for nothing, nothing but to continue, nothing but to feel his arms around you, the familiar heat of his body spreading through you after days without.

Looking upwards the ceiling as your vision blinded itself with euphoric pleasure, until you could fucking taste the stars, the tears finally came. Choking back a hurried sob you squeeze your body, trying to fiend back the impending emotions.

You were so scared.

God you were so scared.

Your lips jittered, as your mind cruelly went over the moments when you were taken, the bone startling fear of being dragged from the busy footpath in daylight, slammed into the backseat of an unmarked van, eyes blinded in disbelief, hands tied back and mouth gagged so you couldn’t even scream for him.

Steve momentarily stopped his unforgiving pace as he took notice of the change in your body, the moment he looked up to your contorted face, the salty tears streaming down to your neck, he quickly pulled you up and off of him, tugging you towards him as he held your face in his palm.

“Hey, hey, bunny, it’s okay, I’m here” he spoke softly, like a feathering hand across your chest, so different from the man he was moments ago.

“So scared Steve” You managed to choke out, “I was so scared” you said it with fear as if they’d taken you again, as if this was all some sick delirious dream you’d soon wake up from, meet those green eyes behind masks and the cold stone wood floor.

Steve looked mournfully towards you, jaw tightened more than before, regret painting his features and a pain you didn’t know he had.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry baby, I should’ve been there, I should’ve” He whispered the last part more to himself then anything, like what he had done was beyond forgivable.

A flash of something you couldn’t decipher fell over his eyes, like he was paralysed with the memory of the moment he found you taken, you couldn’t imagine what it had been, how he had reacted. A part of you never wanted to.

“Never again, it will happen never again my love” He said out after a moment of mournful relief.

“Look at me” He whispered it lowly, his index moving your chin up, forcing your focus to his cerulean orbs.

“I promise, under this fucking moon and whatever gods govern this earth, I swear by it, you will never feel that pain again.” He spoke with conviction, desperate pleas to assure your still shaking body, hands creeping around your neck and up across your cheeks to brush away the tears that had slipped.

“You hear me? I need you to tell me you understand, god, I need you to say you believe me” He looked towards you before shifting his gaze to the clouded night sky, eyes burning red, cheeks puffed out.

You nodded, bringing your face towards him, moving your index so that he now looked at you.

“I believe you, I believe it Stevie, I just need you right now okay? I need you to need me” You choked out in filled breaths, trying and failing to contain your hiccuped tears.

Steve broke the grip of his tightens jaw, bringing you towards his chest as he presses kisses to your head. The motions that would occur were incomprehensible in your mind, you didn’t feel his movements as he moved you both under the covers, or the arms that wrapped around you so tight you could hardly breathe.

All you felt was warmth. All you felt was home. All you felt was him; Stevie.

[rendevousz]

the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

-

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

-

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

-

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

-

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

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"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

[abimess]

Let me take care of you

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After a mission goes wrong, your best friend comes to your aid in the best possible way.

Word count: 3.424 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: smut (18+ only!), domswitch!Wanda, oral (both), fingering (r giving), thigh riding (r giving), hurt/comfort

This was supposed to be part of a story I'm writing, but I decided to change it completely and this scene would no longer make sense. So, not to discard it, I decided to turn it into a one-shot. I hope you enjoy it!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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“Y/n, calm down.”

“I am calm.” You answer as you walk briskly out of the quinjet, the redhead rolling her eyes at your obvious lie.

Before you can get inside the compound, a red and gold armor lands right in front of you, making you clench your jaw.

“What the hell happened?” Asks the man with the goatee as he steps out of his suit, his eyes locked on your angrily. You cast him a fake smile. “Oh, hi, Stark, how was your party?”

“For your information, Y/l/n, I was working.” Tony says as he pokes you chest, not at all pleased by your manners and you laugh drily.

“Oh yeah, right. Getting us some sponsors, right? But, please, Stark, enlighten me, why do we need so many sponsors if you are the richest man on the planet? Since it's not for the parties, of course.” You mock sarcastly, and you can almost see smoke escaping from Tony's ears in anger. “You motherfuc-”

“Hey!” Steve says, putting himself between you and Stark, and you look away. “That’s enough.” The blonde man warns, his gaze shifting between you and Tony before they land on you finally. “This is not about Stark, Y/n, this is about what you did today.”

“This is so unfair.” You complain, running your hands annoyedly across your face. “You killed people!” Steve yells, irritated, but you’re too angry not to yell back. “And I saved many more! I did what I had to do.” You defend yourself, but the blonde shakes his head. “You gotta control yourself, kid.”

“You try to hold the energy of five bombs inside of you, Cap, let me know how it goes.” You retort, taking a step forward, but Steve's posture does not waver. In fact, both Steve and Tony look at you with reproachful expressions. You sigh.

After you acquired your energy manipulation abilities, things became very difficult for you. Energy is something quite complex and unstable, which you realized all too well after you became able to store it in your body.

However, everything that goes in must come out, and this second part is what made your every day a nightmare. Luckily, the Avengers found you one day, offering to train your skills and inviting you to join the team.

But what seemed like a great relief in the end turned out to be one of your greatest frustrations. All you got in return for your attempts were judgments and disapprovals. None of them seemed to understand what you were going through. And honestly, after so long, you were about to give up trying.

“Look, I tried, okay? I held it for as long as I could and I’m glad at least got to leave the building, but I couldn’t hold it much longer than that.” You explain, your heart aching with the memory of this afternoon.

Of you finding the bombs and throwing yourself on top of them so they wouldn’t blow up and kill all the civilians on the building. Of you running as fast as you could out of the building so that the energy of the explosion was released away from everyone. Of it not being enough.

“Well, you should try a little harder next time.” Tony sneers, not an ounce of empathy on the man. You wanna shout, you wanna tell him that he has no right to act like that, because he wasn’t even there in the first place.

But you’re too tired, too hurt for not being enough, too overwhelmed by the sight of the people you have unintentionally killed. So you just sigh heavily and walk past the two of them, going straight to your room.

You barely acknowledge your way there and as soon as you walk inside, you close the door and throw yourself on the bed.

Not long after, the door opens again.

“Are you here to tell me I’m a monster as well?” You ask tiredly, your arms folded over your face. “Monster would be the last word I’d use to describe you.” She says as she closes the door, and you groan as you sit up.

“I didn’t mean to kill those people.” You let her know, your voice low and you gaze on the floor. “I know.” Wanda says softly, kneeling in front of you. The tender smile on her face makes it even harder to hold your feelings inside.

There was the one good thing about your new life. Wanda Maximoff had become your safe haven ever since you joined the Avengers. Also having difficulty controlling her own abilities, the brunette understood perfectly what you were going through, and all the empathy the rest of your teammates lacked, you found in her.

“Are you reading my mind again, Maximoff?” You joke, trying to ignore the tears pooling in your eyes and Wanda laughs through her nose, her fingers drawing soft patterns on your knees.

“I don’t have to, I know you enough.” She answers with raised brows, making you smile, and her smile widens in response. But soon the sadness takes over you again and, noticing this, Wanda takes her hands to the sides of your cheeks.

“I know you did the best you could to save as many people as you could. Sometimes it doesn’t mean everybody, though.” She says softly, her hands lifting your face for your gaze to meet hers and you try to find comfort on her green orbs.

“You seem to be the only one who thinks like this.” You murmur softly, trying to avert your eyes again but being unable to as Wanda keeps her hands firm on the sides of your face, and the brunette shakes her head eagerly. “Fuck them, they don’t even know you.”

As you take a deep breath, you ponder her words. You remember all the interviews in which it was said that the Avengers are like a family, and you laugh at the falseness of those words.

Tony lived in his own home, rarely joining the other Avengers; Thor spent most of his time in Asgard, as one might expect; and Clint was retired, living who knows where. And you never met Bruce Banner, but you know that the Avenger disappeared after the events in Sokovia last year.

So the only people who actually lived in the compound are you, Wanda, Nat and Steve. The only interactions you have with the Captain are at training times and missions. As for the Black Widow, you could say that she was the friendliest of them all, although she always kept a considerable distance from the others.

The only person you would truly consider your family was Wanda. The brunette has been by your side from the moment you arrived until now, supporting you when everything went wrong and comforting you when everyone else seemed willing to remind you that you weren't good enough.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You reply finally. “They don’t know me.” You repeat, trying to believe your own words and Wanda smile, humming in agreement. “I do, though,” she says, caressing your cheek, “I do and I know for sure you’re one of the best people I know.”

You smile at the caress, leaning in to her touch and making the brunette smile. “Thanks, Wands.” You say softly and truthly, and the brunette nods briefly. “Anytime.” Wanda says, watching you with adoration.

The next moment you do something you never thought you would. Something that you have held back from doing for so long but have now given in.

Leaning in, you close the distance between you and Wanda, capturing her lips in yours softly. Taken by surprise, Wanda freezes in place, giving you enough time to get back to your senses. You move away quickly.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have...” You rush to apologize, and even though Wanda shakes her head, you keep talking. “Y/n,” she calls eventually, holding your face as she giggles adorably, “stop talking.” She says as she stands up in front of you, but it’s your turn to shake your head. “But I-”

Your speech is interrupted by Wanda’s lips meeting yours once again, and despite sighing, completely surrendered to the touch, you move away. “I don’t wanna hurt you like I hurt everybody else.”

“You could never hurt me.” Wanda replies immediately, her eyes locked on yours, and her tone charged with sincerity almost makes you believe it. Almost.

Noticing your hesitation, Wanda smiles. “Let me take care of you.” She says in an almost whisper, straddling you next, and you feel all the thoughts being wiped away from your mind with the new touch.

Aware of the effect she has on you, Wanda smirks, and advances against you again. This time you don't object, kissing her back just as eagerly.

You allow your fingers to travel up her back, finding the skin underneath her shirt and making her sigh against your lips. Her skin is soft, and so hot it could make you melt right there.

You keep going up instead, reaching the back of her neck, exposing more of her skin to you as her shirt goes up along with your arms. Wanda settles down on top of you, pressing her center against your thigh, and you smirk at the whimper she lets out with the new friction.

The next moment the brunette takes her hands to the hem of your shirt, lifting the fabric and bluntly removing the garment. You don't object, moving away from her to do as she wishes.

Your cheeks flush at the girl's intense gaze over your torso, every inch of it tingling as she devours you with her eyes. But the shyness doesn't last long, because Wanda kisses you once again, your lips meeting hungrily.

You take your hands to Wanda's hips, pressing her harder against you and relishing the way she moans against your mouth, every hair in your body standing on end. You wrap an arm around her then, lying down on top of her afterwards.

Wanda wraps her legs around your waist immediately, her hands finding their place at the back of your neck and bringing you even closer to her, as if it’s possible.

When air is needed, you move your kisses down her jaw and neck, making Wanda shiver with every touch. Before you can go down any further, however, the brunette moves her hands to your shoulders, pushing you and placing herself on top of you.

Before your confused expression, Wanda smiles. “I said I’d take care of you.” She says, your lips brushing with every word. Before you could object - not that you would - Wanda kisses you again, and you move your hands to her hair.

You take her lip between your teeth, pulling it towards you, and Wanda grons, her knee unconsciously pressing your center, and you moan in both surprise and pleasure.

Wanda feels her head spin with the sound, and immediately brings her hand to your breast, caressing it over your bra, and you sigh heavily, pressing yourself harder against her leg.

The brunette smirks, taking her lips down to your neck, and you take your hands to her shirt, holding it and pulling it up. Wanda moves away and you miss her warmth immediately. But she takes her shirt off, and you feel your brain short-circuit with the sight of Wanda wearing only a bra.

You sit down again, your lips meeting hers and your hands meeting her bra clasp. Within seconds, the piece of clothing was on the floor. Wanda takes no time in removing your bra as well, and the two of you sigh at the sensation of your naked torsos pressed together.

You move your kisses down Wanda’s jaw, squeezing her ass, and even though she moans at the action, she places her hands on your shoulders, pushing you away gently.

“You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” She asks teasingly as she lays you back down, her face mere inches from yours. “Let me teach you some manners.” She whispers against your lips, every part of your body shivering at the sound, and before you can respond she’s kissing you again, her hands going down to the waistband of your pants.

With deft fingers, Wanda unbuttons your pants in one swift movement. The brunette lowers her kisses next, bringing her lips to your jaw and neck. As she deposits wet kisses all the way down your torso, you breathe heavily in anticipation.

When her lips reach the bottom of your navel, Wanda pulls your pants down, removing your underwear along with them, and you hold your breath.

Looking at Wanda, you breath hitches with the sight, her between your legs and her pupils so dilated that you can barely see the green of her irises.

With a smirk, Wanda sticks out her tongue, running it along your folds, and you sigh heavily, throwing your head back. The brunette lets out a hoarse, proud chuckle, and the air hitting against your intimacy gives you goosebumps.

Wanda then allows her tongue to get to know every part of you, taking note of all your reactions and of every single sound you make.

Soon her pace picks up, her tongue nimbly moving against your clit, her hands holding your legs firmly, and you're almost seeing stars.

It doesn't take long for your orgasm to reach you, and you grip Wanda's hair in reflex, holding her in place. You moan and tremble, and when you can't hold it any longer, you push Wanda's head away gently, and she pulls away from you with a smirk on her lips.

She crawls her way back to you, and as soon as her face is close to yours, you pull her in for a passionate kiss, sighing heavily as you taste yourself on her mouth. But before the kiss can last any longer, you thrust your body forward, rolling with Wanda on the bed and lying on top of her.

“My turn.” You announce in a breathy voice and Wanda bites her lower lip before leaning in and connecting her lips to yours again.

You move your kisses to the brunette's neck once more, delighting in the way she shudders with your every touch. Wanda begins to roll her hips against your thigh, in an unconscious search for more friction, but you stop her.

Smiling at the girl's disgruntled whimper beneath you, you kiss her again, a kiss so full of passion that Wanda feels her thoughts shuffle and she's barely aware of your hands removing her pants.

You run your fingers gently over her panties, smiling at the feel of the fabric soaked under your fingers. Wanda sighs heavily, a soft contented whimper escaping her lips as your fingers reach her clit over the piece of clothing. But when the brunette thrusts her hips forward in search of more contact, you push your hand away.

"Fuck, who knew you were such a tease." She complains, frustrated, and you giggle, stroking the inside of her thigh, a few inches from her crotch, and making Wanda's skin tingle with anticipation.

"I can stop if you want me to." You tease, a smirk plastered on your lips, but Wanda doesn't smile when she looks at you. "You'd better keep going, Y/n," she warns, her hand gripping your hair firmly and her voice laden with a mix of demand and lust that makes you groan, "I'm warning you."

"As you wish." You manage to say, trying to hide the way the interaction messed with you, but feeling your intimacy pulsate. You bring your lips to her neck once more, depositing wet kisses as your fingers travel into Wanda's panties, caressing her sensitive skin.

You run your fingers along her folds, collecting her wetness and rolling it over her clit. Wanda trembles beneath you, the moans so close to your ear making every hair on your body stand on end.

As you move your kisses down Wanda's torso, you remove her panties, the air hitting against her exposed intimacy making the brunette shiver.

But soon you bring your mouth to her pussy, and Wanda moans as the cool air of the room is replaced by your hot tongue. At the same time, you feel your head spinning, the brunette’s smell and taste invading your senses and stirring every inch of your being.

"Come... Come back here." She asks breathlessly, fighting her own pleasure to get the phrase out. You do as she asks, your hand replacing your tongue soon after, but you look at her with confusion. Wanda hums in satisfaction, but noticing your expression, she smiles softly.

"I want you close to me." She lets you know as she wraps her arms around your neck and you smile as you lean in and kiss her passionately.

You move your fingers slowly, wanting to prolong the moment as long as you can, but you can see Wanda growing impatient beyond the clear expression of pleasure on her face.

"More." She asks eventually, the sound making you shiver. But instead of increasing the pace, you take your finger to her entrance. You hear Wanda hold her breath a second before you thrust a finger inside her. Wanda moans loudly, grabbing your hair in reflex, and you watch her completely mesmerized.

Wanda pulls you into a desperate kiss as you pump your finger inside her. It doesn't take long for the brunette to get used to it and then you introduce another finger, massaging her clit with your thumb, and Wanda whimpers loudly.

Her legs begin to tremble, you notice, and so you pin her leg between yours, preventing her from moving. Wanda takes the opportunity to press her thigh against your center, and the brunette smirks when you let out a surprised moan.

"That was supposed to be about you, you know?" You tease, not the least bit bothered by the movement of her thigh between your legs. "Everything for me is going to be about you." Wanda rebuts promptly and smiles at the way your cheeks turn red.

"I said I would take care of you, didn't I?" She adds, her voice tender but deep with lust. "Ride my thigh and let me make you feel as good as you make me feel, will you?" she instructs and you let a whimper escape your lips at the idea.

Then you do as she commands, and it's hard to keep your movements precise on the brunette as you get closer and closer to your limit. But you try anyway, Wanda's hands on your hips guiding your movements.

Eventually you feel her walls clenching against your fingers, her body breaking into spasms along with yours. You close your eyes, biting your lower lip in an attempt to stop your moans as you focus on guiding you and Wanda to your orgasms.

"No." You hear Wanda say and open your eyes in time to see her bringing her hand to your mouth, parting your lips with her thumb. "I want to hear you," she says amid moans, "moan for me, princess."

The words spoken in Wanda's husky, foreign accent laden voice is more than enough to push you over the edge and your moans mingle with hers as the two of you reach your highs.

You collapse on top of the brunette then, who runs her fingers slowly down your back, making your entire body shudder. As you hug her back, you feel her breathing as ragged as yours.

"Thank you." You whisper against her collarbone and hear Wanda let out a contented giggle. "I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" she replies, placing a kiss on the top of your head, and you smile.

"I'm tired." You grumble, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck, and the brunette chuckles, hugging you tightly. "I'll run you a hot bath." She says, already preparing to get up, but you hold her in place.

"No," you almost beg and Wanda looks at you curiously, "stay here with me." You ask shyly, and the brunette smiles tenderly at you, nodding afterwards. "Always."

You then settle on the bed again, Wanda playing with your hair and running her fingers down the side of your arm. You caress the side of the brunette's body, the way her chest rises and falls as she breathes making you more and more calm.

And feeling more loved and cared for than ever before, you fall asleep.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ