#nat needed that so badly guys

[declareqenius]

all the ashes in my wake

summary: part two of "some would sing and some would scream". wanda and natasha have several heated conversations while they wait for you to wake up. it's been days and both of them miss hearing your voice, and they know the last thing you would want to see is them fighting, but wanda can't help tearing into natasha for everything that happened. natasha's guilt eats away at her.

warnings: mentions of the violence in pt 1, coma

a/n: guys i really just wanted to get this one out. i haven't read through it/edited it so any mistakes are... well, mistakes. but hey! we get wanda in this one! i feel like i could have gone a little darker as far as wandanat are concerned, but we do what we can! i hope you enjoy!

The infirmary room is cold and sterile and a heaviness settles over the exhausted woman. Wanda keeps hold of your hand as if letting it go means that you'll slip away for good. She's careful of the IV stuck in the back of your hand giving you fluids. In a way, it serves as a reminder that blood still flows through your veins and your heart still beats, and that even though your bright smile and musical laugh don't fill the room, you're still alive.

Wanda brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. She doesn't know how many times she has done that in the past three days, but the gesture comforts her. Tucking your hair behind your ear so she can see your beautiful face better and looking into your sparkling eyes is one of her favorite things to do. Your gaze holds so much love and adoration and it always makes her wish she would never have to live without it.

Your eyes are closed now.

Wanda hates every second of it.

Bruce said that even if you don't respond that you can still hear everything. Wanda trusts that he's telling the truth and it wasn't something he said just to make her feel better.

So she talks to you. About anything and everything she can think of. Your favorite TV show that is on the air right now or the book that you recommended and she finally read. How much she loves you and how she can't wait for you to wake up. How sorry she is that she wasn't there sooner. She makes promises that she intends to uphold. Ones about revenge and torture and everything you would hate and tell her not to worry about were you conscious. Wanda smiles at the thought. She won't listen, though. The Celestials hurt her family. Hurt the love of her life. She can't let that go unanswered for.

Right now, though, you are her priority.

The door handle clicks and Wanda doesn't need to look up. She knows it's Natasha coming back from telling Steve and Yelena what happened. Can feel the exhaustion and guilt dripping from her without having to so much as glance in her direction.

"Wands-"

"I don't want to talk to you right now, Natalia. Sit."

Wanda nods to the unoccupied chair on the other side of the bed without taking her eyes off of you. She's being harsh and she knows it. Natasha was there with you. Right by your side. Made to watch as the leader of their enemies hurt you in the most sloppily calculated way. She was powerless against Najma and Wanda knows this, but all rationality left her when she burst into the cell and laid eyes on your bleeding body, slumped over, barely an ounce of life in you, and her anger nearly consumed her.

She almost leveled the entire block.

The only thing that stopped her was Natasha, carrying you in her arms, reminding her that time was scarce.

So yes, perhaps she is being too harsh with her wife, but somehow you had become their entire lives. Their reason for being. Neither of them would know what to do without you, and they came very close to losing you under Natasha's watch.

They will be okay eventually. They survived many fights and many arguments before you came along.

Tears form in Wanda's eyes.

"Yelena is wondering when she'll be able to see Y/N." Natasha's voice breaks the silence. It's rough and scratchy.

"After she wakes up."

Four words and Wanda can feel how they form on her tongue. Her Sokovian accent is thick with her anger and distress despite the words being spoken soft and firm.

"Wanda," Natasha starts to protest but the finality in her wife's tone makes her go quite.

"Nat."

It's then that Wanda decides to look up at Natasha. Decides to let her wife see her and every emotion that makes its way onto her face and every thought that swirls around in her mind.

Natasha pauses for a moment, taken aback by everything she sees her wife going through. The made-up scenarios. The what-ifs. She knows because she went through every last one of them when she was in that cell with you. To see the same thoughts cluttering Wanda's mind, well, it only makes her guilt worse.

She clears her throat, "Yelena is her best friend."

It comes out as more of a fact than an argument.

At that, Wanda turns her attention back to you, "I don't want anyone except for us and Bruce to see her like this. They don't need to."

"They want to know that she's okay, Wands."

"Tell them that she is. That she will be. That's all they need to know for right now. They need to focus on getting the jump on Najma and the Celestials. Our focus is Y/N. I think our family is capable enough to come up with a plan by themselves, don't you?"

Wanda's calmness is starting to make Natasha uncomfortable and she shifts in her chair. She refuses to touch you, though, afraid of what might happen if she did. Would your body crumble under her fingertips? If you were conscious would your body recoil at her touch? For letting you get hurt. For not protecting you like she should have.

Suddenly streams of tears silently make their way down Natasha's cheeks.

"I'm sorry I let this happen."

Wanda's eyes meet hers again and Natasha feels like she can breathe a little easier. It isn't perfect and she guesses it won't be perfect for a long time, but time will help. The fear will linger within both of them because Natasha knows Wanda almost as well as she knows herself, and she knows that neither of them will be letting you out of their sight for a while after you wake up. Until Najma is taken care of, at least.

Wanda tilts her head as she tries to get a better read on Natasha without using her powers. Even if they would help in the moment she has rules for herself: never on Natasha and never on you.

"They caught you off guard. It is a hard position to be in, radnaja."

Darling. The pet name helps Natasha relax a little more, but her hands stay folded in her lap.

"We needed- I needed to protect her better. We promised to keep her safe and I couldn't do that, Wands. I failed her and I disappointed you and... and what if she decides to leave when she wakes up? I would be the reason we came so close to losing her... and then to actually lose her? I don't know if we could survive it."

"Nat... Y/N loves us with everything she is. Just as we love her. I need you to be confident in that."

Natasha wants to scoff but instead she fidgets with her hands, "Confident? In what, Wanda? That she'll wake up and we'll pretend everything is fine and that we're not the reason she almost fucking died?! That the two people she loves most in the world couldn't protect her like they promised they would? I was powerless Wanda! I couldn't stop them! I-" Natasha's tears flow freely and although the tension in the room is building, she feels safe enough to let herself go in the presence of her wife, "I couldn't save her!"

"Natalia Romanova-Maximoff!" Wanda stands for the first time in hours but she does not drop your hand. It's the only thing grounding her right now. "This is not entirely your fault, radnaja. Maybe if you would have kicked and punched more when they took you then we would be in a different position. Maybe if you had given Najma the answers she was looking for then Y/N wouldn't have been injured as badly as she is but these are all what-ifs, Natasha! What if I had been there with her instead? What if I had been with both of you that night? What if I would have gotten to you sooner? What if she had died!"

Finally, the question that has been on both of their minds since Bruce had walked into the meeting room with your blood all over his neatly ironed button up and jeans- he didn't have time to even think about putting his lab coat on- and told them that you would eventually be okay.

"I have been asking myself that question every day for the past three days," Wanda finishes, salt on her tongue, nose red, and her scarlet hoodie stained with tears.

Natasha cannot find it within herself to tell her wife the new information Bruce gave her in the meeting. While he operated and stitched until he could barely stand any longer; you flatlined once. Your heart decided to give up for a minute and Natasha hasn't had the proper amount of time to process something like that, but the time would never come for Wanda to be able to process the reality of such a thing.

Both women stare down at you with puffy eyes and red noses. You are the most precious thing in the world to them. They hate seeing you so lifeless, and the only wave of hope keeping them afloat is your steady breaths.

The fight has left both of them, but an air of tension remains. They are nowhere near finished with their conversation. With taking their frustrations out. Hopefully they'll have everything figured out before you wake up. Natasha knows how much you hate playing peacemaker when they actually have fights and really get going at each other, but she also knows that her wife can hold a grudge.

She doesn't think Wanda will actually hold a grudge after you wake up, but for now her anger and grief towards Natasha are the only things emotionally anchoring her to reality.

"I miss her, Wands," Natasha sniffs and wipes the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Me too, Natalia. Me too."

They sit in silence for a minute, taking everything in. There are no windows in the room and during the day that means zero sunlight. You always say that time in the sun is one of the most important parts of your daily routine, and it always helps you cool down when you're stressed out or in a bad mood.

Natasha is the first to break the silence, speaking directly to you.

"You are going to hate this room so much when you wake up, detka," she muses with the smallest smile.

Wanda only glances at her before turning her attention back to you and sitting down in her chair, trapped in her mind just as Natasha is, but not all hope is lost and for that, the older woman is grateful.

"Believe it or not, she was the calm one. During everything."

"Natasha."

Her name is said softly although there is still a warning behind it, but she needs this and she believes that Wanda does too. Even if she doesn't know it yet.

"Please, Wanda."

Wanda just sighs and nods, never taking her eyes off of you.

"Najma had me struggling within ten minutes. Begged her to take me instead and to let Y/N go. I don't know why I thought it would work, but I think I just wanted Y/N to know that even if I couldn't get us out of there in that moment... I was trying. I would keep trying."

Natasha's voice is still scratchy as her exhaustion slowly catches up with her.

"Y/N was so firm with me. She said not to tell Najma anything and she meant it. I don't think I've ever heard her be that direct before, but she left no room for argument. She knew what the information would do to the family because she... she sees us as her family, Wands." The redhead sniffs and wipes at her eyes when her tears return, making a prominent trail down her cheeks.

"We are all she has left and she means the world to us! And... and I let her down so much. So, so much, Wanda. She stayed so calm! She did so good! She talked to Najma. She had a conversation with the woman who had a knife to her cheek!" Natasha's laugh is reserved, but her features are shock-ridden and amazed, bordering on flabbergasted and anxiety-filled.

Wanda finally looks up at her wife. Natasha is starting to spiral and there is no way to stop it other than just letting her get it all out, so the Sokovian keeps listening to and watching her wife. The recount of events is told with animated hand gestures and tears gliding down Natasha's cheeks, and Wanda's heart clenches.

"We were doing so well. She was doing so well. Then, Najma stabbed her and my heart dropped. I thought it was over. I thought we had lost her for good." The hand gestures come to an abrupt halt and the tension in the room is once again palpable, but not so much as before.

Natasha looks down at you with pleading eyes, "Please forgive me, malyshka," she drops to both knees and finally takes your hand in hers and whispers, "please."

She kisses the back of your hand delicately and you can feel each tear drop as they land in the exact spot she kissed. There is no need to wonder why your girlfriend is crying. You remember everything.

Your eyes slowly blink open to see Natasha's own eyes closed and Wanda staring at her wife with a thoughtful expression. The love they have for each other makes you want to smile, but the urge to reassure your sobbing mob boss girlfriend wins.

"I..." talking hurts but you need to say the words. Natasha needs to know! "Forgive... you. Always... Natty."

[somber-sapphic]

Hi! I have a request for a WandaNat x Reader fic. The reader is on a mission with Tony and Steve that quickly goes south. Additionally, the reader comes down with the flu. Steve and Tony have been arguing over how best to care for the reader. Wanda and Nat are sent for extraction to pick up the three of them, but they are unaware that the reader is sick. When they finally arrive, they rush back to the compound to get the reader into the Med Bay and ultimately nurse them back to health.

In Good Hands

〖Summary: Natasha and Wanda comfort you while you're stuck in the MedBay〗

〖Word Count: 900〗

〖Pairing: WandaNat x Sick R〗

〖Notes: This isn't super focused on Tony and Steve (I don't write men) but I hope you like it!〗

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You coughed and turned your head, the crinkling of the MedBay pillow case ringing throughout the all too quiet room. Natasha had gone to change into something more comfortable and Wanda was chewing out Tony and Steve in the hallway. 

You could see her standing there, one hand on her hip and the other waving in the air, tendrils of magic trailing her fingers. The look on their faces was enough for you to know that she was digging into them, you didn’t need to hear her words to assume how angry she was. 

Another cough sprung from your lips, this one harsher than the last. You were pretty out of it from whatever drugs they had given you, something for the pain something else for the fever, and whatever they put in the tea they made you drink. It was presumably some sort of flu medicine, you couldn’t think of what else it might be, but it wasn’t a big deal to you. Not much was a big deal now that you were safe. 

The mission had been rough. It wasn't supposed to be. Part of it was your fault but most of it was the guy's macho attitudes. You’d tried to convince them that confrontation was a stupid idea, you were there to collect intel not to start a fight, but they hadn’t listened. Even worse was while they weren’t listening to you they were also arguing with each other about the best approach. 

A big part of why you didn’t want to engage came from how you were feeling. You’d picked up a bug in New York, something you thought would pass in time, but it didn't. Of course, it didn’t. You had tried to shake it, getting extra sleep, drinking a ton of orange juice, and you’d even broken down and taken cold medicine.

The medicine had worked well enough and since it was supposed to be an easy mission you had decided to go after promising Natasha and Wanda that you would be safe. They still had been reluctant to let you go but they also knew that there was nothing they could do to change your mind. 

“Idiots, both of them,” Wanda growled stomping into the room. Her eyes were flickering red in frustration. Her anger visibly dissipated when she returned to your side and rested a hand on your shoulder, shaking her head slightly. Your wrist was in a plaster cast and you had a bandage on your leg to cover the graze of a bullet. Considering how bad it had gotten you were lucky to have only come out with that much. 

“Mhm. Men are stupid.” You agreed, tilting your head to rest on her hand. She laughed quietly and kissed your forehead, holding you close for a few seconds. Every time you went on a mission you missed your girlfriends so much, it was nice to be near them even if it meant you were stuck in the MedBay. 

“When’s Nat comin’ back?” You asked, pulling back to look into her now brown eyes. The door creaked open and you glanced over, smiling when you saw the other woman walk into the room. 

“Somebody talking about me?” She came to your other side and gave you a big hug, being careful not to jostle you. She’d seen the bruises when you came in and it had broken her heart. There were so many times that she wished you and Wanda weren’t Avengers, she wanted so badly to keep you both safe but it seemed that would never be possible. 

“I talked to Fury, he says you’re off duty until that arm is healed. Probably going to be six weeks. On the bright side though we can take you back to our room as soon as this IV is done.” She had taken the words right out of your mouth, sometimes it was like she was the mind-reading witch and not Wanda. 

The assassin climbed into the small hospital bed, laying on her side so that you had enough room but she could still hold you. It wasn’t abnormal for Natasha to show extra physical affection after the three of you had been apart for a long time, she was better at showing how she felt rather than telling. Emotions were not her strong suit. 

“How are you feeling love?” Wanda asked, taking a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair that could be found in every hospital room. You reached out for her hand, wanting to be touching both of them. Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist and nestled her head into your shoulder. 

“M’okay. Sleepy, stuffy.” You sniffled to prove your point further and blinked slowly at Wanda, trying to stay awake. She was pretty. Your girlfriends were so pretty. Natasha was warm, you wished you were in your real bed instead of the hard hospital bed but it was better with them. 

“Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. Close your eyes, we’ll be here when you wake up.” Nat murmured, kissing behind your ear. You nodded and sneezed into your blanket, grumbling slightly. The pain meds were helping but the sudden jerk of the sneeze had hurt. 

“I’m not going on any missions with them ever again.” 

“Agreed.” They said in unison, making you smile. You snuggled into bed, careful not to bump your IV and shut your eyes. You fell asleep to the sound of a heartbeat monitor and your girlfriends talking quietly to each other. You caught a few words before slipping into unconsciousness, most of them about keeping you safe. 

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8: SURPRISE!

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Bucky's surprise birthday party provides more surprises than you had hoped.

Word count 3.2k

Warnings: Birthday boy behaving badly, Priya is the warning here!

Erik’s sexual intervention had released you of the tension you felt whenever you were around Bucky and you realized that his birthday was quickly approaching. You made it your mission to start working on Bucky’s birthday party. The previous year he had flat out refused to let you throw him any festive gathering and you had only accepted that on one condition: he would get one this year. You had no intention of letting him wheedle his way out of it this year. He had begrudgingly agreed but only if it was something small and intimate with his friends only. 

You had given Bucky a withering look. "Trust me! I know you well enough. You’re going to like it. I promise!"

You felt like a kid in a candy store, who had been given the keys to Willy Wonka’s entire kingdom. Glee was written across your features, you wanted everything to be perfect for your best friend. Steve was your trusty accomplice and you had invited Priya into the fold as a way to make up for your misdemeanors. She had suggested that you order food from Sticks and Stones because he loved the food there and even convinced Victor to help with the catering.

A week before the auspicious day, you had pulled Steve aside to ask him if he would accompany you to pick up Bucky’s birthday gift.

"Did you find it?" Steve asked you.

"The Glenn Miller vinyl?" 

Steve nodded.

"Yeah, I found it! It’s in a vintage records store in SoHo." You smiled.

"Bucky’s going to love it. His family would play them all the time, he was such a natural dancer. It would be nice for him to do that again."

"I’m glad it’s got Captain America’s seal of approval!" you quipped cheekily.

Steve rolled his eyes, feeling relaxed and happy for once. "Do you want to go and pick it up now? I’ll drive. I can pick up my gift at the same time!"

"Oh that would be great, Steve! What did you get him?"

"You know that picture you took, the one of Bucky, you, me, Nat and Sam?"

"Yeah, I know the one."

"I painted it. There is a guy who said he would frame it and he texted me this morning saying it was ready to collect.

"Steve! I can’t wait to see it!" you squealed with excitement. "Let’s go!"

Both of you set off, climbing the stairs that led to the parking garage.

"Oh, Priya, hey! Didn't see you there!" you smiled at her as you noticed her presence at the top of the staircase. 

Priya smiled back at you tersely. 

"Everything okay?" Steve asked.

"Fine."

"Do you need a lift home?"

"No, I'm spending the night with Bucky."

"Ahh," Steve blushed at the implication of sex.

You rolled your eyes and tugged on Steve's sleeve. "Come on, punk. See you later Priya!"

*

March tenth came around quicker than expected. You waited impatiently for Bucky to arrive as his 'surprise’ party. Even though Priya was distracting him, Bucky knew about the events that had been planned. You knew he didn't like loud noises or jump scares, but he had promised to act suitably surprised.

Everything for the party went off without a hitch. The room was filled with dozens and dozens of black and gold balloons. Swing music was playing on the gramophone that Tony had purchased for the occasion. Sam cheekily had a cardboard cut out of Bucky made with his vibranium arm cut off so you could play ‘Pin the arm on Bucky’. You groaned but secretly you wanted to beat everyone.

Thor had made an appearance and was already half way through the bucketful of Asgardian ale, which he claimed to have brought for the birthday boy. Even Ayo, who you'd invited, had graced you with her presence. When she arrived, you flung your arms around the reserved Wakandan warrior. The Dora Milaje did not engage in public displays of emotion, but for you she offered a hug in return.

Things seemed to be going well. Bucky arrived with Priya and was greeted with yells and streamers. Bucky's surprise was convincing… possibly a little too dramatic, making Priya laugh and you groan exasperatedly. You stood on the side of the room watching everyone mingle, enjoying how Bucky's attention was demanded from everyone in the room. His friends were kind enough not to crowd him, or overwhelm him, but also make him feel special all at the same time.

It warmed your heart to see the light in his eyes, the enjoyment on his face. Priya was glued to his side, stroking his hair, whispering in his ear. His arm was constantly around her waist. She was the only thing that marred your perfect vision of the event.

"I am surprised that James chose that woman," Ayo appeared beside you, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Jesus, Ayo. We've talked about you sneaking around. Don't make me tie a bell around your ankles!"

Ayo smiled. "Why isn't that you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why haven't you told James how you feel?" Ayo doesn't wait for your reply. "It could be you dancing with him rather than standing here looking like a wallflower."

"Maybe you could dance with me."

"I think not, Y/N." Ayo never used your nickname.

"Way to let a girl down gently, Ayo."

Ayo just rolled her eyes at you and ventured over to Thor who was challenging everyone to a drinking contest, one which no one was engaging in. Steve was beside him, sipping the liquor carefully enjoying the buzz he rarely got to experience. Wanda and Vision were lovingly embraced in each other's arms in a corner, dancing like the rest of the world didn't exist. Nat was behind the bar serving her own special cocktails and flirting with a blushing Bruce. Clint and Laura were laughing with Pepper, while Tony, Sam and Rhodey were playing cards and making the most outrageous noise. 

You loved your little found family, even though you missed the one that brought you up. Coulson's S.H.I.E.L.D. team had inducted you into the world of violence and espionage and aliens and time travel. It was with them that you'd learnt to control your powers and become worthy to call yourself an Avenger.

Agent Melinda May was the only member of the team you saw regularly anymore since she worked close by in the new S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy HQ. She had been your S.O. for many years and held a special place in your heart, despite her prickly exterior. She often joked that you would make an excellent addition to her staff at the Academy and to ensure that you lived long enough to accept the position when retiring from ‘that Avenger gig’. 

You were brought out of your reverie about the past by Priya, who was standing on a chair shouting about it being time for presents.

Everyone cheered and you were grinning like a lunatic now. You felt excited to give Bucky your gift. The first edition Glenn Miller record was safely wrapped in a solid casing. In the Mood was the last song that Bucky and his family had danced to while he had been on leave from the War. His last happy memory of them before he had fallen from the life he had known, before he had been thrust into a world of ice and torture.

About a year ago, you had caught Bucky using your Spotify to listen to music from his childhood and had offhandedly mentioned this piece of information about his past. You kept hold of this precious tidbit for the right occasion.

Bucky had already started ripping open wrapping paper when you ventured over. Wanda had knitted him a black scarf with golden threads to match his arm, which had made him smile. Next Sam handed him a small black box which Bucky opened to find a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.

"Thought you could use some props, spice life up a little," he winked at Bucky. Sam had a way of pushing Bucky's buttons, but you could see the mild blush on Bucky's cheeks which deepened when Priya interjected. 

"Thank you very much, Samuel, but James and I don't need such tawdry things in the bedroom."

Bucky shrugged apologetically at Sam and you wondered if he was thinking about your recent conversation.

Sam was pushed aside by Thor, who deposited a large vat of ale into Bucky's arms. "Many happy returns, metal man." He patted Bucky on the back so hard that Bucky almost dropped his gift.

Bucky was depositing the alcohol on the gift table when he was approached by Ayo. "Happy Birthday, James."

"Thank you for coming, it means a lot that you took the time."

"You look like you are doing well for yourself."

"Yeah, it’s good," Bucky smiled.

"This is for you." She handed him a simple box with padding on the inside. Bucky opened it to find a pair of ornately decorated blades made from vibranium. Everyone gasped at how beautiful they looked in the dim lights. They collapsed in on themselves and were discrete and easy to conceal. Ayo pointed out a small device which acted like a homing beacon so Bucky would be able to locate them if he lost sight of them.

"These are incredible! Thank you."

Tony didn't have many words but he did hand Bucky a beautifully ornate envelope which Bucky opened tentatively. Inside was an invitation to a magnificent moonlit dinner on a yacht on the Hudson. Bucky held the gift reverently in his hands, his vibranium fingers barely gripping, as though their strength might make the gift crumble. His eyes glistened in the party lights, a thin film of unshed tears. There had been a time where they were ready to kill each other, and even now they never spent any time alone together. You knew that this gift meant a lot to Bucky.

"Dinner on a boat? I think we'll have to pass on that, I get sea sick." Priya commented, gazing at the gift certificate around Bucky's arm.

A flicker of irritation crossed Tony's face, before he grinned mischievously. "Not a problem, it's not person specific. Manchurian Candidate here can take anyone he likes. Capsicle might not be a fan of the food, but I think Cricket would really enjoy the cuisine."

He turned to wink at you, making you blush. You couldn’t help but notice the scowl on Priya’s face, no matter how short lived it was and you knew you were about to meet your comeuppance when the glowering look she was shooting in your direction turned into a beaming smile.

"Jamie! It’s my turn, baby. I have a very special gift for you!" She hands him a thin square shaped gift wrapped in shiny golden wrapping paper. "Here!"

You felt a sudden weight on your chest, a feeling of dread washing over you. It felt like things were moving in slow motion, watching Bucky unwrap the gift. You didn’t know what you had been expecting when he pulled out a shiny record cover. It was as though someone had poured a bucket of ice water over you, except you were paralyzed. The color drained from your face as you realized what the album was.

‘The Very Best of Glenn Miller.’

Bucky’s eyes shone brightly as he dropped the wrapping paper and ran his flesh fingers over the cover reverently. "Priya," he gasped in a whisper. "I- it's perfect." Bucky wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest and giving her a long, passionate kiss. "I love it! I love you!"

You barely noticed Steve sideling up to you, you couldn't hear him asking if you were okay. That was your gift. It was yours! If you didn’t have the vinyl you’d bought and so lovingly wrapped in your hand, you’d think she had stolen it from you. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, every attempt you made felt futile, like the air around you had left the room. He had shared the same things with her, you thought he trusted you with his past, but you weren't as special as you thought you were. 

Eventually you looked up when Steve put a gentle hand on your shoulder. He whispered, almost as though his words he was about to use were criminal. "Do you remember when we were talking last week? Before we went to pick up our gifts? You don’t think she overheard us… do you? And…"

In the end, it didn’t really matter. You knew in the moment that you’d lost Bucky forever. Everything felt far away, the room was suffocating, why were there so many people? Tears burned in your orbital sockets, drowning you from the inside out. You couldn’t face them anymore, seeing the happiness on Bucky’s face, knowing that someone else was responsible for that smile, that light inside him, was heartbreaking. Ultimately, you wanted him to be happy but you wanted to share that joy with him, you wanted to be the one to give it to him and watching that mantle being taken from you and bequeathed to another person was soul crushing. Gripping your present tightly, you slipped out of the room, Steve watching your retreating footsteps with sympathy, but knowing not to follow.

A few tears escaped as you found refuge in the kitchen, but you had no desire to explain red eyes and a blotchy nose to any of the other team members or party goers, so you wiped them away angrily, taking a few calming breaths before pouring yourself a strong drink. You sank onto a bar stool, shoving the record onto the chair to your right, you had no use for it anymore. There had barely been time for you to take 2-3 sips from your drink before Bucky popped his head into the room.

"Cricket? There you are!"

"Hey Buck! Having a good time?" You plastered a smile on your face, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Deception in this case was a futile attempt, Bucky was well versed in the movements of your face. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," you lied. "Just getting a drink."

"There are plenty of drinks back there."

He looked searchingly into your eyes and the facade you had erected was crumbling. You looked away, dropping your head to try and hide your face with your hair.

"It was just a bit much, everyone there… I don’t know, I feel a little… overwhelmed."

Too much drain of the social battery, Bucky was familiar with that. He pulled out the chair on your left, almost giving you a heart attack because you had momentarily forgotten which chair you’d left the present on.

"If you want to give me my gift here, we can do it privately. Everyone else is done," Bucky suggested, leaning towards you.

The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. Suddenly you felt angry that he was there, why couldn’t he give you a moment to grieve? Constantly invading your space, reminding you of what you couldn’t have, dangling the carrot but keeping it just out of reach. "Well you already have the perfect gift from your girlfriend, what more do you need?" You couldn’t keep the bitterness out of your tone.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. But the damage was done. There was a deathly silence between you where you were afraid to look at your best friend. 

"You know, I thought I would have you both in my life; my best friend and my girlfriend. I feel like you’re making me choose you over her and it’s not fair, Cricket! I’ve tried, I really have but you’re making it impossible! So you know what, I’m going to have to choose Priya. At least she bothered to put some effort into getting me a birthday gift. I can have a future with her."

The worst thing about his words were the disappointment and finality in his tone. And with that he left you alone with only your thoughts for company. A storm raged inside you, a maelstrom of emotions; anger, betrayal, abandonment, rejection, loss, just outright pain. How could he? How could he choose her over you? After everything you had been through together, the bond you had forged, the absolute faith and trust you had put in each other. Did it mean nothing to him? Did you mean nothing to him?

Trudging back to your room, you sought comfort in your giant bed, hoping it would envelope you completely. Wrapping the duvet around your body and over your head, you buried your face in a pillow and allowed the tears to fall. Once the gates had opened, the trickle of tears became a flood as you sobbed into your pillow to muffle the sound.

Why did he have to choose? Why didn’t he choose you? The pain in your chest was unbearable, a physical ache that matched the emotional turmoil inside you. You had tried so hard to make things work, to give him a balance of your friendship with his relationship with Priya, but now it seemed like all your efforts had been in vain. He had made his choice, and it wasn’t with you.

As you lay there in your bed, the tears continued to flow, a never-ending stream of sadness and heartbreak. You felt like a piece of you had been ripped away, leaving a raw, gaping wound in its place. How could you move on from this? How could you ever trust anyone again, knowing that they could just choose someone else over you?

You sighed, you knew now that you would never be good enough for him. Everything you’d tried to hold on to, had done nothing but push him away. You remembered when you had first understood your feelings, you’d considered pulling away to protect yourself. But Bucky had reeled you back in, constantly asking if he had done something to hurt you. So you’d given in, telling yourself you didn’t want to hurt him. But in reality, it had been selfish, you had indulged in a fantasy and ended up hurting the man you loved and getting hurt in the process.

You startled as a door slammed shut nearby. It was Bucky’s bedroom door, you could hear Priya giggling and Bucky’s deep voice through the wall. Your body froze with shock, the last thing you needed right now was to listen to your best friend having sex with his girlfriend. You shoved your airpods into your ears and turned up one of your lo-fi playlists and closed your eyes.

The decision you should have made then, was far more clear to you now. Your friend and old superior officer from your S.H.I.E.L.D. team had repeatedly offered you the chance to teach with her at the newly formed Coulson Academy. She had taught you everything you knew and believed in your ability to impart the knowledge you’d gained to potential agents. It was time for you to take her up on this offer.

As you wiped away your tears and made a decision to move forward, you knew that it was time to focus on yourself and your own happiness. Bucky had made his choice, and now it was time for you to make yours. You couldn’t continue to dwell on what would never be, on the pain of rejection and heartbreak.

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I’m sure you could pt. 1

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Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: y/n follows Natasha to Norway. What happens when they go out? (Loosely based off of black widow events)

Warnings: fights, mentions of cuts and injuries, no smut but almost, mentions of death. No actual death though.

A/N: I’m working really hard on this one but it’s taking a bit out of me. I decided to create two parts to it. Because I’m basically going with the black widow movie. But including r. So have fun. Tell me if you think I should add something to part two!

Y/n’s pov

“NATALIA ALIANOVNA ROMANOVA OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!”

I am pounding on the door of the trailer and Natasha opens it with a gun in her hand and she quickly covers my mouth and pulls me inside.

“Shut the fuck up you’re gonna get me caught!”

I storm past her and say

“No you shut the fuck up! What were you thinking?!”

She sighs and says

“Detka please-”

“No! Don’t baby me! I am so pissed with you.”

“Please let me explain”

I huff and say

“Go on then. Explain to me why you left with no note not even a call! You could have been dead for all I know and I was just at home waiting for you!”

I start pacing back and forth in the little space there is.

“I know I’m not an avenger and I’m not all special like you are, but as your wife I deserve the decency to hear when you’re running away!”

“It wasn’t safe!”

I shake my head in frustration she keeps explaining

“It never is safe right nat?”

“They are after me. Everyone is after me right now. I felt horrible but I had to get rid of my everything because of it. I double crossed tony and the government.”

I let out a frustrated groan and she finally realizes how bad my breathing is. She knows it’s gonna be bad if I don’t calm down soon so she says

“Baby. I need you to breathe with me. In. And out. In. And out.”

I take a few more breaths and then I look back up at her

“I thought you were dead”

My eyes fill with tears and she says

“Oh dorogoy. Im so sorry.”

I start to sob and she wraps her arms around me and I grab onto her shirt as if she’s going to disappear if I let go. I start to rant into her chest.

“I thought I’d never see you again and you just were going to run off. You always do this Natalia I am always so scared. I wish you’d have come home and taken me with you.”

“You know it’s not that simple”

I nod my head and keep crying.

After a long while I finally am able to calm down and we get up and go to the bedroom to talk. Natasha starts with a question naturally

“How did you know where I was?”

I sigh and say

“This guy named mason broke into the compound somehow and told me after I almost shot him.”

She laughs and says

“He’s always been like that. Stupid”

I nod my head in agreement and Natasha asks another

“How did you get here? Do you think anybody followed you?”

I shake my head and say

“Mason made sure to get me here with nobody on my trail.”

I decide it’s my turn for a question

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

She shakes her head and says

“Clint threw me on the ground pretty hard but not bad. I think I got a few bruises but not much more”

I nod my head and say

“Let me see you”

She sighs knowing I need confirmation that she is not damaged too badly. I’ve always been like that.

So she stands up and takes off her shirt and does a slow 360 for me. Before she can turn back around I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and move her hair to the side so I can kiss her neck.

I trail my hands under her breasts and then move to the back and say

“Is this okay?”

She nods her head and whispers

“Yes”

I unhook her bra and let it slide down. I immediately start kneading her boobs softly making her let out some soft moans.

Her head rolls back and she turns around eventually to do the same for me. She kisses me softly and says

“Let me make you feel good”

I sigh and say

“Natty I don’t want to make you tired”

She chuckles and shakes her head

“You give me life baby. You could never make me tired.”

I raise my eyebrow and say

“I don’t know about that. I’m sure I could if I tried”

She smiles and kisses me tenderly

“I’m sure you could detka”

Before we actually get anywhere the generator goes out and everything turns off.

I groan and say

“Why now?”

She chuckles and says

“We don’t need lights”

I smile and say

“No. But I think we should figure it out before we fall asleep and then freeze.”

She sighs and says

“You’re right”

And as she is getting off of me I mumble

“As always”

Nat turns to me

“What was that?”

I look away innocently and say

“Nothing!”

She slaps my arm and throws on her bra and shirt again. We both go outside to investigate. Well. I investigate and she stands guard.

You can never be too safe.

Unfortunately the generator has run out of gas. So we need to go into town to fill up the little gas can we have.

We load up and go on our way. I smile at her from the passenger seat until we cross a bridge and a bomb goes off throwing us around.

I black out for a few minutes and once I am fully conscious again I look around and find nat next to me unharmed. But I look around for the perpetrator and see this person in a suit. It looks weird. But Natasha already is in action.

She unbuckles and falls making the car move. I finally realize that we’re hanging over the bridge. I shakily say

“Nat?”

She turns to me and says

“Get out and get as far away as possible through the backseat okay?”

“I’m not gonna leave you here with that maniac!”

“He’s here for me. Not you. Go!”

I know she’s telling the truth. It’d be no good if I’m hurt and she’d have to handle me too so I slip out the door and she starts shooting at him.

They start fighting and I see a brief case that looks like it has important vials in it. Honestly these things look like magic. So I grab them swiftly and sneak off.

I hide in some bushes and Natasha and the robot person fight more. From the looks of it they are copying her exact moves. Like they know exactly what she’s doing.

This is terrifying since she is never predictable.

Suddenly. They end up staring right at each other and as Natasha analyzes this things armor, it turns towards me. I know I’m hiding in a bush but I think it can see me.

She says

“You’re not here for me”

And she looks around for something. I widen my eyes and realize he’s here for the briefcase that I have in my hands.

Natasha knows it too so she runs at the armored person and they fight a bit more.

Natasha clearly knows what she’s doing so she yells

“Throw the case y/n!”

I don’t think and just listen to her so I throw it on the bridge and they fight to get to it. But Natasha gets there first.

They fight again and Natasha uses the persons shield that oddly looks like caps shield. But before she can win he kicks her off the bridge and I almost scream out but I remember they might come for me too so I stay silent as tears run down my face constantly.

They end up with the briefcase and I look and see that there is nothing in it. Clearly nat took it out before they kicked her off. But there’s no fucking point.

Once they leave and I see the way is clear I run down the side of the bank to the water. It’s a little steep and I slip making me fall a lot but I don’t even care. I don’t stop running.

I get to the water and start looking around.

Nobody’s pov

“My baby! No. No no no no. No no. You can’t be gone. Please Natasha nat please. I need you.”

Words start to roll out of y/n’s throat uncontrollably, but nobody can hear.

Y/n is on her knees at the river bank with cuts and scrapes all over them.

They look around and then start crawling to the water. Somehow their brain isn’t functioning properly and they just start looking for Natasha while repeating the same things over and over like a crazy person.

Until a gasp comes from the water and y/n looks up to see Natasha coming out on the other side.

She immediately scrambles up and says

“Nat?!”

They can’t hear her speak and they just lie down. Suddenly they pull some red glowing ball out of their jacket.

Y/n’s pov

That red shit is the stuff that was in Natasha’s briefcase! It’s her!

I almost yell her name when she gets up and starts looking around. I find my phone which somehow didn’t break in the crash or my fall and I turn the flashlight on and wave it at her.

I realize that if I yell at her it might alert that person again. I don’t want that.

She sees the light and knows it’s me. So I make my way over the hill and cross the burning bridge and climb back down much slower this time.

“Nat?”

“Y/n?”

We both sigh in relief when we recognize each other.

I run to nat and say

“Are you okay?!”

She nods her head still a bit winded from being under water

I tear up and say

“I swear to god if I ever find that person I’m gonna kill them.”

She shakes her head thinking and says

“You shouldn’t be here. You need to go home”

I look at her like she’s crazy and say

“And leave you for that thing?! No fuckjng way!”

I can tell she’s in black widow mode right now

“Y/n… you don’t know what we’re dealing with right now. I need you to go home. I need you to be safe”

I huff and say

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why won’t you listen to me!”

“Because! I am only safe with you. If you send me home nobody can protect me as well as you can. You are the only one that can help me sleep at night. You are my safety.”

She sighs and shakes her head knowing it’s a losing battle.

Suddenly I look down into her hands and in one, she is holding the red stuff, but in the other, is a little paper.

“What is that?”

She looks up at me and says

“What is what”

I look her in the eyes to be a bit confrontational and say

“What’s in your hand?”

She holds up the red vials and says

“Uh- I actually don’t know. But I’m going to figure it out”

“No no. Not that hand. That hand”

I point to the other hand.

“What? Oh- nothing.”

“Cut the act Natasha. Tell me what is in your hand.”

She hesitates but hands it to me

“Who are these kids?”

“Me. And…”

My eyes widen and I say

“Yelena…”

She nods her head and I say

“She got out?!”

Nat shrugs her shoulders and says

“We can talk about this in a bit. We need to get somewhere safe. Where they can’t get to us”

I nod my head and we walk back to the trailer making sure nobody is on our trail.

We sit down and Natasha and I take a second to look at each other and take each other in.

Only now does she realize the cut I got on my forehead because of my fall.

“I’m so sorry”

I shrug and say

“Not your fault. I went too fast down the hill looking for you and fell”

She laughs a bit at my clumsiness.

“I’m glad someone’s getting a kick out of this”

She tends to my wounds and I tend to hers as she tells me everything.

“If you’re coming with me you have to understand the dangers of this. We’re dealing with the red room here”

I nod my head and say

“I might not know much but I at least train with you for hand to hand. And I can shoot.”

She nods her head and says

“I don’t know if Yelena is truly out. She could have just been on a mission.”

“On a mission where?”

“Budapest”

I smile and say

“You’re one of the only people I know who say Budapest correctly.”

She nods her head and continues

“I’m hoping she’s still there. If not I don’t know what I’ll do. But mason brought these to me from my hideout there. So she might be laying low if she actually escaped.”

I nod my head and kiss the last wound I just cleaned up for her. Now I move on to brushing and re-braiding her hair.

“Who was that robot person?”

“I don’t know. But from the looks of it, they’re from the red room. So it’s probably not a guy. The red room utilizes women and their weaknesses. That person has been training to fight me since they were a girl.”

I nod my head and say

“Why don’t they look like any other widows?”

“I’m not sure”

I keep braiding my hair and just say what pops into my head.

“Do you think this girl is special to the red room? Like. Maybe she’s dreykovs daughter”

She shakes her head.

“Impossible. She died when I bombed the both of them. I didn’t mean to get her, but I had to get him and that was my only time slot.”

I nod my head in understanding and say

“Okay.”

She stands up when I finish the braid and says

“We’re going to Budapest. Grab your things.”

I look around and say

“I don’t have any things. For some reason I just left.”

She sighs and grabs some extra clothes for me.

Before we leave she grabs my hands and says

“Before we go, I can’t in good conscience let you come with me without telling you the dangers of this. We could very likely both die”

I nod my head and say

“I know. But there’s no one I’d rather die with than you. I’m not worried though. I know you’ll keep me safe.”

She smiles and kisses me and says.

“I could always kick your ass and make you stay here”

I smile and use her words from earlier.

“I’m sure you could baby”

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A/N: I’m totally gonna make a part two don’t worry. You just might have to wait a little bit :)))

Part two

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Hi. I have a natasha x reader request. Did you watch instant family? My request is basically based on that movie. So nat and y/n is a couple. They have been one long enough that they decided to adopt. During the adoption process they feel attracted to one girl teenager not knowing that she comes with 2 other younger siblings. They decide to push forward with the adoption. Of course the siblings take a lot of time to warm up to them but they are especially hard on y/n and y/n seems like the bad parents. They never call y/n mom while nat only took like a little time. The teenager always says that she hates y/n and says she does not need y/n. Nat always comfort y/n and says that the time will come. One day during a mission they are both on, things does not go their way. They are having a hard time to complete the mission unschathed. Y/n put nat's safety before hers because she thinks that the kid need nat and not y/n. Y/n get hurt very badly and they have a hard time returning to compound as y/n's heart stopped but they manage to get it back barely. When they arrived at the compound the siblings are waiting for them and they see the situation they keep crying. Y/n is very critical but they manage to save her but she is in a coma. Just you know, make the situation very angsty, hahahah. While she is unconscious, the sibling come and visit her saying sweet things and finally call her mama..... I will the rest to you. I just like your writing very much with how much detail you put in a scene. Sorry for the long request. No pressure. If you dont want to write it just let me know. Thank you very much and happy writing...

Wowww... I've said it before and I'll say it again. Your ideas are so great, guys. Where do you always get them from? 🥹

I will definitely write it! I'm just posting the Ask now because I know the fic will be veery long. I want to put as much into it as possible. So stay tuned..I think I'll need tissues again. Thank you.

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Try Again || W.Maximoff

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Summery || Wanda is a streamer and asked for your help, but there was a catch, You had to win In order to get your reward.

Pairing || dom!streamer wanda x sub!reader

Warnings || Smut ,, AFAB reader,, they/them pronouns ,, pet names ,, mommy kink ,, light degrading ,, strap on sex ,, edging ,, pussy slapping ,, exhibitionist ,, maybe Voyeurism ,, punishment ,, restraints ,, gagging ,, overstimulation ,, cunnalingus

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Your girlfriend Wanda was a huge gamer, known for streaming often on social media platforms even gaining a large audience.

For yourself gaming wasn't your strong suit, you tried to play simple games with Wanda but the only one you came close to being good at was animal crossings.

Nonetheless Wanda brought you on her twitch multiple times letting her fans get to know you while also letting you multiple times embarrass yourself until you beg her to help you play better while she ends up having to help you.

Tonight Wanda had an idea, she had told you about wanting to start an OnlyFans to go along with her twitch, with the help of her close (also streamer) friends. You were okay with what Wanda chose to do, you honestly didn't mind as she would also get your approval, and never did anything you told her you were uncomfortable with.

Wanda came up behind Y/n smiling seeing her partner cutting up some fruit finishing making a small snack for the couple.

"Y/n bebe, would you like to do a stream with me? I know You've been practicing?" Wanda asked y/n wrapping her arms their waste.

Y/n thought about it for a moment finally giving in to Wanda's pleads

"Fine" y/n said and like that Wanda dragged her up into the gaming room.

"Wands I need to change first I can't wear this online" y/n giggled a bit noticing they were just in a tank top and short night shorts.

"Oh baby don't worry about that" Wanda teased making y/n blush before setting up the stream for a moment putting on her headset to check on her party chat.

"Nat, Maria? You guys there, y/n agreed to do a stream with us" the gingery brunette said a bit too excited

"Really?" Natasha said a bit surprised

"I skipped some details but my girl will love it" Wanda said knowing y/n in the end would enjoy this

After that Wanda set up the game putting the mic and headset on y/n's head, before pulling y/n to sit on her lap. Starting the stream the second computer monitor showed the live recoding of them y/n blushed a bit over sitting on Wanda's lap but said nothing, at that moment they also didn't even notice this wasn't the twitch streaming set up.

"Hello all my little witches, y/n is back wanting to show everyone how good she's been getting at my games right bebe" Wanda spoke softly running her hands up and down y/n's sides acting oh so innocent as she did.

Starting the game up Wanda aloud y/n to play a warm up match with Natasha and Maria like normal, yet while y/n was busy focusing on the game wanda was keeping up with the large filled chat as well as adjusting herself, slipping a large dildo out from her pants, y/n hadn't even noticed the chat nor Wanda's strap, which was now ready for y/n's pussy.

Y/n won the first practice match with Maria and Natasha carrying her throughout the match.

"You're getting so good at it hun, how about mommy raises the stakes, if you win this round you get to cum, but if you lose you better keep yourself together" Wanda spoke which confused y/n until they felt her strap press against their back, everything clicked, noticing the top of the stream the logo of a website which wasn't twitch.

Once everything clicked in y/n's mind their pussy took over, soaking through her bed shorts.

Wanda laughed moving y/n's shorts down and off, sitting you down on her red strap, not moving you as the faux cock rested inside you.

Whining a bit knowing how badly you are at Wanda's games both video and sexual still you wanted to try your hardest, clicking the button on the controller to enter a match and like that the witches games started, she would thrust her hips upwards her hands resting on your hip forcing you to slide up and than force you right back down on her while you tried to focus on the game, wanting to get your own rewards, muffling your moans as the mic placed on your head was most definitely on, with Natasha and Maria in the party chat.

Wanda could her her friends make fun of your poor playing as apart of the whole plan, the gamer thrusted now even harder trying to hit y/n's G-spot, a loud squeal like moan came from y/n making Natasha and Maria absolutely die laughing, as they now found a new thing to tease y/n about.

"Aww y/n mommy must make your brain melt" Maria teased in a baby tone making Anya whine quickly in the game getting shot at, dying which made the scream flash the words defeat in front of her face.

Wanda took this moment as y/n was moaning struggling to hold herself together as Wanda fucked her brains out.

"Are you close baby?" Wanda asked

Making y/n nod frantically screaming a little at a harsh trust from Wanda yet when y/n nodded Wanda stoped all her motions.

Y/n whined at the loss of pleaser

"Awww you poor thing" Natasha teased in the mic making y/n wiggle a little for any type of friction.

Spanking y/n's thigh to make her stop Wanda whispered into y/n's ear.

"Try again baby, maybe this time you'll try harder if you wanna cum" Wanda said in fake remorse for her submissive partner.

This time y/n loaded into the match quickly trying even harder this time to win, getting a few kills as Wanda bounced y/n up and down on her cock, Wanda smiled as she watched y/n's pussy take her so well.

"You look so so needy right now dear, god I just love when I have you like this" Wanda managed to get out grunting as she kept up the fast trusting until once more y/n died and the screen flashed a defeat.

The fail made y/n whine loudly as they really were struggling now on the border of overstimulation.

"M-mommy please I can't hold it anymore I need to cum please let me cum please" y/n started begging as Wanda's thrust stoped, this time she slapped y/n's puffy cunt making y/n scream and lurch forwards.

The women on the mic teased and laughed at y/n even thought they have been throwing the matches to make y/n have to wait even if she was doing good, while the people on the live stream were sending a bunch of tips.

"Hmm should I make my precious try again or let them cum, your pussy seems so needy and overstimulated baby" Wanda said with fake empathy as she teased y/n's clit with her fingers, waiting for the stream to flood with responses

Being already fucked dumb y/n didn't even bother looking at the chat, Wanda would just read it aloud anyway.

"Keep going she needs to try harder" @CarolDanvers (donated funds)

With that Wanda motioned for y/n to keep going yet when they just whined Wanda slapped y/n's puffy pussy again getting the same reaction to the painful swat as she did earlier.

Wanda reached around starting the match, this game Wanda thrusted even harder than before railing the poor y/n until they just couldn't hold it....

"Mommy I cant i cant" and like that y/n came in front of everyone on the stream, still endless teasing from Natasha and Maria about how what a slut they were for not even making it through the game.

As y/n came everything seemed to stop, Wanda turned off the game leaving the party and shut down the stream, looking now back at y/n.

"I didn't tell you to cum dear, on the bed now" Wanda ordered making y/n run into their shared bed room.

Wanda came into view a few moments later, her clothing discarded as well as the strap with the strap which was once on her waist now in her hands, along with some rope.

"My stupid little baby was too busy being a cockslut to even follow mommy's orders hmm? That to bad." Wanda taunted as she tied both y/n's wrist to the bed frame, before moving to do the same with her ankles.

"M-mommy I'm sorry i didn't mean-" before y/n could finish Wanda reached over to the nightstand grabbing some fabric to gag y/n.

"Shhh no need to speak, if it's too much for you snap your fingers" was all Wanda said before heading into the closet, only to come out with a flogger.

Wanda go to work running the leather on y/n's body before raising her arm coming down hardly on y/n's right thigh, than doing the same thing on the left, small tears of pain and pleaser came to y/n's face.

At some point Wanda moved up to y/n's stomach before back down to her cunt, hitting her hard a few times before feeling like y/n's muffled cries were enough.

Wanda took the gag out of y/n's mouth smiling at her handy work on their body.

"Make me cum and maybe I'll let you do the same naught one" Wanda stated before straddling y/n's face letting them eat her out.

Y/n got to work trying her hardest to make Wanda cum.

"Good girl, keep going, my little slut keep going" Wanda praised grinding her hips down chasing her own high, eventually with a low moan Wanda came on y/n's face.

"Swallow sweetheart" Wanda said softly, brushing her hand on y/n's face. Watching as they did just as they were told, Wanda had y/n whipped.

Wanda grabbed a vibrator, turning it on high before placing it right on y/n's clit.

"You can cum whenever you want, be my good little slut and let go"

Y/n did just like that, her legs shook as they were still tied to the bed, as she quickly came, yet Wanda never moved the vibrator.

"You wanted to cum so bad earlier now cum keep cumming sweetie" Wanda laughed finishing her punishment off, make y/n cum once more, and than again after that, Wanda wouldn't stop until y/n was crying from overstimulation, finally stopping it all.

Wanda turned off the vibrator, setting it aside before un-doing y/n's limbs. Pulling y/n into her arms.

"You did so good baby, so so good, come let me clean you up" Wanda said softly kissing y/n's temple before lifting y/n up slowly to go take a bath.

Resting the rest of the night with y/n in Wanda's arms, at some point at night Wanda looked back at her phone noticing all the tips she made from the stream along with some untrusting text from her best friends, which made Wanda laugh, and y/n blush....

[abductedlawnchair]

*ranting and raving and stomping on rooftops and flailing my arms about* HUMANS ARE AMIMALS!!! WE ARE ANIMALS!!! QUIT ACTING LIKE WE'RE NOT!!!

I am so goddamn tired of society acting like we're not!!! I am so goddamn tired of us as a society acting like we are above all the other animals!!! I do not care that we are the apex!!! We are fucking ANIMALS!!! Like, just take a step back and observe us like we have our own nature documentary on Nat Geo or something. Maybe with David Attenborough or whatever, idc. Just imagine it.

We are a species of apes that just so happened to gain the ability of extremely complex and abstract thought, capability of language, an almost absurd level of self-awareness, and the type of intelligence that allowed us to discover, invent, and develop tools. A species of apes that just so happen to have such a crazy level of curiosity that we have the capability to learn about the world around us, and beyond.

The way we learn and develop is fascinating. If you observe a toddler from that standpoint, watching them interact with the world around them, you'd see how natural curiosity is to us, in our human nature. Neil deGrasse Tyson has literally said that children are beings of chaos because they're curious and learning about the world around them.

We all have children in us, just like we have our ancestors in us!!! Our brains are wired like theirs. Relatively, we have been in this state of society for an extremely short amount of time!! Our brains and nervous systems are still wired to survive and keep us safe from predators and other dangers!!

We are social creatures!! We need love and connection to survive!! We can't do things on our own. The only reason we ever got to where we are is because we work together and communicate and share knowledge. The way society is right now is too isolating!! Humans aren't meant to be fighting for a place in society!! Haven't you seen zookeepers?? Or anyone who cares for nature in any capacity?? We have an incredible capacity for compassion and caretaking, because we have the capability to know and understand the inner workings of ourselves and countless other species!! Caretaking and compassion is literally an innate human trait!! We're supposed to take care of each other and the world around us!! We literally are capable of pack bonding with ROOMBAS, for fucks sake!! Little robots that our ape brains see moving around on its own, being part of our homes, and thinks "little guy is alive... I love him"!!! Isn't that beautiful???

We were an evolution of Mother Earth, Herself, to grow Her and expand Her and care for Her!!! Whether you believe in intelligent design or just the absurdity of it all, it still happened like that. We have the capacity to care for Her in an evolved level, yet we're fucking it up so badly right now.

Indigenous cultures have always been on the right track. They've always been right about this. They have always known that we are all pieces of the same organism, just like the atoms and cells and organs and electricity in your body are all part of one body!!

And btw, culture is another HUGE part of us being social creatures!! Being expressive and creative and connected!! That's part of our nature!! We're meant to sing and dance and laugh together!! That connectivity of us being a collective is So Important!!! Making fun of people for being "sheep", or having "herd mentality" every single time is so stupid because yes!!! Yes that's EXACTLY how we are supposed to be!!! We are social creatures, remember?? The whole point is that we do things together!!!

I know how society is rn isn't the end all, be all, but it just breaks my heart that this Capitalism shit goes against some of the most beautiful parts of humanity!! We are animals!!! We are cute and curious and compassionate and social and we need warmth and sunlight and sustenance from the earth and water and sleep and shelter from the elements!! We have instincts just like everything else!! We came from the dust and we will return to the dust because we will always be part of the Earth, just like all the other animals!! And somehow, despite all odds, despite how robotic Capitalism wants us to be, our human nature seeps into everything.

Take care of yourself! You are an animal, after all! <3

*climbs off rooftop... for now*

[romanoffsbish]

Craving You

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff (amab)

WandaNat x F!R

Picture Steve x Nat in CA:TWS, but astronomically better because it’s You, the reader. Also, Wanda and Nat have already met/were established. 😏 | 5,646 Words

Warnings: Violence/Injury | Emotionally Stunted R -> Sad Natasha -> Mean-ish Wanda

Smut: Mommy (W), Subby Nat | Nat has a penis |Handjob (W->N), Magic Restraints / Spreader Bar | Oral (All) | Unprotected Sex (R) | Degradation/Praising | Choking | Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI | Labeled / Please Don’t Report

"Kiss me," Natasha commanded, yours eyes widened, but soon they fluttered shut as she yanked you in with her hands on your face.

Natasha groaned as you parted your lips, tongue sliding over her shivering bottom one. She prays that you don't feel her desperation to let you in so you could devour her whole. Fuck, she wanted nothing more than to indulge you, but this was only a failsafe on a mission.

It wasn't real. At least not yet, she hoped.

—

There was no time to become distracted, two Avengers on the unexpected run from Hydra tripping over each other in a mall is the opposite of the objective. Once she knows Rumlow is gone she's reluctantly, but swiftly removing her lips from yours. It's almost mechanical in nature; self preservation is what it invokes within you, it also feels regretful.

You're just unsure if it's because she detested your touch, or for having to pull away already.

"Keep focused Agent Y/L/N," she suddenly rasps, then clears her throat of her arousal. But she only makes yours worse as her hot breath fans across your face. Then the smell of vanilla hits you, and you quietly gasp, keeping in stride with her, "My coffee didn't spill, you finished it while I was getting my croissant!"

Natasha bites back her chuckle. You were such an idiot, which is why she glares back at you. "I said keep focused you wannabe mall cop."

You giggled, "Pipe down Romanoff." Natasha desperately wanted to—to do that to you.

She shook her head, refocusing on the task at hand so that she and Wanda can make their move on you tonight. With a soft smile hidden by the hoodie over her face Natasha allowed herself to wonder if you'd finally break and ask instead. At this point it came down to if you or Wanda said something, she was too nervous.

Once the two of you made it to the location you knew something wasn't right. There was an uneasy haze around the abandoned army barracks. It took a moment, but between the both of you you found a building that looked new, appearing to be a recent development.

Then just as your gut had tried to warn you, there was a whooshing noise that gave you mere seconds to tackle the redhead and shield her from the incoming explosion. Natasha hit her head, knocking her loopy, and leaving you to safely evacuate both of you from the rubble.

Every muscle in your body ached as you made it back to New York, and into your apartment. Steve was waiting there, with his kind looking friend you learned was named Sam. You flashed the new guy a smile, then took Nat to your bedroom so she could decompress.

"Here." You passed the dirtied woman a towel, and a pair of your shorts and a loose tank top. Natasha beamed internally, the woman more than excited to wear your clothing. Then you kissed her cheek. Nat's stony resolve that she couldn't let crumble just yet nearly shattered.

"Th-thank you." Shit. She couldn't even keep it together. The sight of your smirk had Natasha moving the clothes in her hand over her crotch. There's nothing seamless about it, it was an obvious boner block. Your feathery soft affection drove her wild enough to get hard.

You bit your lower lip, and whispered: "You're most certainly welcome my dear." It was hot, and incredibly unfair, but fuck, Natasha so badly wanted to kiss your smugness away.

Natasha brushed passed you, catching a whiff of you that only made her throb harder.

Whenever you got too close, she could feel an overwhelming need. She'd smell Wanda's Chanel *5 that you stole last Summer, and it works. It blends in so harmoniously with your natural scent. It's romantic to her, in the way that yours and Wanda's differ so much, but both entice her immensely. Your scent leaned more towards the floral, hints of Rose and Jasmine prominent. Whereas Wanda's scent was more woodsy, a mix of amber and vanilla.

Natasha got off to the thought of you three times in the one day you were involved on this hopeless mission together. The first being right after she made it to the bathroom. She'd taken a strikingly cold shower and worked to release all the built up tension the kiss had caused.

The next time came when you called her name in your sleep that same night, an incoherent little please falling from your lips before you had also whimpered her lovers name. Natasha came without even so much as a few thrusts.

Her boxers were ruined, but they were her only pair. And all you had clean were thongs. She had to hand wash them in your sink, slip into your shorts commando, and wake up by 6 so she could beat you to the morning routine.

Then the last time was when you were kneeling down on the ground a few hours ago on a nature walk meant to inspire solutions to the mission. For some reason you stopped, then the next thing the redhead knows is your face is eye level with the soft bulge in her pants.

You picked up a penny, "Heads up Natty. Make a wish." Natasha rolled her eyes at your antics, then she had to stop from rolling them all the way to the back of her head when you tripped and palmed her dick through her shorts.

Natasha waved away your apologies. Tears welling up in her embarrassed eyes. You tried to follow her on instinct and she became more frantic. Then you realized she needed privacy; a silent understanding, so you let her venture off into the shadows of the nature paths where nefarious things like this happened every day.

You shared a reassuring smile when she came back, she returned it easily, then in a blink you were in a battle, peace far from obtainable now.

Then the next thing she knows is she's trying to find you while the Winter Soldier hunts you all down. Already successful in dividing, so now she prays, hoping that he fails his conquest.

Fortunately he failed, but not without taking the both of you out, totaling Sam's car, and bringing up a conglomerate of issues for Steve.

She was just trying to go back, maybe if she made the wish in lieu of skepticism then you'd still be fighting the good fight. Instead of for your life. She wants to go back to her reddened cheeks that indicated something naughty, not the ones she wears now with tear tracks.

To before you got stabbed, she got shot, and Wanda came in hot on your tails as you were wheeled into the medbay in shit condition.

Wanda was shaking, forcing the sobs back. She couldn't afford to lose it. You both needed her.

Nat ensured you, the unconscious one, with the three gushing stab wounds, got assisted first over her, with the one bullet wound that was imbedded and staunching the blood flow.

They'd insisted you go next, she grunted and sent murderous glares to anyone trying to get her into Cho's cradle. Noting that she was of a higher rank, making her scoff, "If she dies I'll use that rank to make sure you all disappear."

It was sickening, you were no less valuable for having less secrets. For being less corrupted.

She vowed to Wanda she'd get them all fired. She was fierce in her expectations, so you went in without any further fight. You were safe, for now that is. While Natasha stood guard, the witch went straight to Hill to ensure there was a safe house set up. She got the key, and returned to see you had woken up. Your groggy voice made her smile fondly. She imagined wanting to hear that sleepy voice every day.

In the heat of the moment Natasha tried to kiss you but you evaded it with fear in your eyes. It landed on your cheek and you scurried across the room. Unaware of how much that hurt the both of them. You were afraid to be loved, it was obvious how deeply your ex affected you.

It didn't excuse your reactions though...

Wanda glared at you from across the room. She held Natasha's defeated face against the soft cotton over her abdomen. It's virtually heatless, but it's scary enough to leave you wondering what she's mad about anyways.

The kiss? It was a mission, you might've savored the moment, but you knew it wasn't anything serious. Nat would never cheat on her girlfriend. Surely Wanda understood that...

The bombing? You didn't know until you did. Then you did all you could to protect Natasha.

The evasion? You weren't clueless, you knew they wanted you on some level, but based on how often Nat relieved herself you were sure it was only carnal. All your returned flirting and teasing aside, you just couldn't do it, even if your body craved them just the same, your heart would positively shatter if it was just sex.

You just weren't sure, Wanda's eyes were void of answers, and you didn't stick around long enough to find out. Her icy stare hurt. You softly called out a goodbye to them once you knew Nat was going to be okay. Then you just left, missing the look of longing both women were throwing at you. Wanda was only furious she didn't get to kiss you first. Your lips looked delectable, plump and hydrated. It was sinister how she wanted to tear your perfect smile into one indicating a rough night. It made her wet.

Natasha whimpered, looking up to the witch with tears in her eyes. The redhead was in love with you, Wanda knows that kiss hurt her more than it pleased her. Outwardly Wanda seemed like the soft one, she had such a friendly smile and Natasha mostly offered grimaces. Except for when she looked at you or Wanda. Her face always lit up at the sight of either of you two. She'd always been the romantic one, she loved, love—she wanted to kiss you under the stars.

Not on an escalator in perceived falsehoods.

"Get some rest detka," she whispered against her lips as she pecked them. "We'll make her understand when we get to the safe house."

When you made it to your spare room at the compound you found Hill there with a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" You groaned, and she feigned offense. "Is that anyway to speak to your commander?" You rolled your eyes. "Last time I checked Shield has fallen, as have you. I'm not sure what you want, but I have to change and get back out there to help Rogers."

"Nuh-uh, the witch and widow benched you," she teased. "You'll be staying with them in a safe house until Rogers and his friend fix this."

"No." You shook your head, eyes widening at the idea of being locked up with them.

"Which is why I have a bag of your things, I went and collected it all by myself. Made sure to even throw in a new set of lingerie of yours."

"Isn't Fury dying?" You exasperated and she snorted, "Not as fast as your sex life has."

"Knock it off," you whined, and the woman merely chuckled, "You first." You glared at her and she sighed, "Stop running. They want you."

"Maybe I don't want to be wanted like that."

Maria's features softened. "Y/N, they want you far more than like that. Wanda nearly killed me with a glare after you were rolled by on a gurney, and Natasha wouldn't let anyone near you while you were healing. Stop letting your past relationship dictate your happiness now."

"I'm trying," you sniffled, Maria moved to wrap her arm around your waist, you leaned against her shoulder. "I love them so much, of course I want them 'Ria, but I don't want to burden them with these feelings if they're unwanted."

"Y/N..."

"No," you cut her off. "Darcy only agreed to go out with me because she felt bad for me. Then she let me believe it was love for six months."

Maria squeezed your hip, you put a hand over hers, and felt the numbness fade at the touch.

"I loved her Maria, but to her I was a chore."

"Darcy's a bitch," Maria matter of factly stated. "Wanda and Natasha have their moments, but in the end they're total teddy bears. I'm telling you that you have nothing to worry about, they want you, but if on the 1% chance I'm wrong, they wouldn't hold your feelings against you."

"It would still be embarrassing," you whined, and she pinched your hip to draw out your babyish response. "Take a chance on yourself, I guarantee you won't strike out my dearest."

Maria stood up as soon as you'd sat back up. "Don't be a hopeless fool Y/N, return happy." You rolled your eyes. "That's an order Y/L/N."

"Wha-." The door slammed in your face, you were stunned. Maria is a walking HR Case.

Fortunately for her Shield was crumbling.

You began to sort through the duffle bag, you were planning on showering, because Cho's machine doesn't remove blood or grime. You looked for an outfit to change into, your hand suddenly stopped, and your fingers traced curiously over the lace of your lingerie set.

You lifted the set from the bag to see it was your newest. It was a lush swirl of pinks and reds on the bra and panties, each with a pretty pattern in white lace to enhance the pieces.

You'd thought of the couple when you bought this set. The deep colors and delicate lace just made you think of the women. Both were publicly headstrong, but behind only your closed door they were lovable goofballs.

For a moment you gave into the temptations Maria left at your door, and took a shower. You'd pulled a pair of cotton grey shorts over your butt, then pulled a V-neck shirt over your head. Offering a glimpse of white lace.

You took a few deep breaths as you packed your bag and as you made it down the stairs.

When you reached the bottom you found the couple waiting for you. Both with steeled features, picture perfect stoicism on display.

Soon you found yourself entering a cottage, judging by how long the flight was you're assuming it's Norway. The gorgeous green mountainsides and surrounding pools of a beautiful deep blue water also an indicator.

It had been a quiet evening, the couple spent most of their time avoiding you. Wanda was holding up better at the game, Natasha didn't want to be far from you, even if she was supposed to be mad at you. You were the most beautiful person around, with a heart of gold.

Who finds that and doesn't go absolutely nuts?

As soon as you left the kitchen with a sad smile Natasha whined. Wanda was right behind her a second later, her hand wrapped around her throat from behind. "I said let me handle it."

"But mommy, I need her." Wanda sighed, "I know detka, believe me, I do. Be patient."

Wanda had a plan, but it was only going to work if she got Natasha out of the way, so with a gentle push she guided her lover to the room.

"Take it all off detka, and wait on the bed for mommy," Wanda instructed, and Natasha moved with obedience while the witch went to the dresser drawer they'd just filled with toys.

Natasha sat pretty on her knees, with her hands clasped behind her back and her cock laying against her thigh. Wanda returned pleased with her, so she softened for a brief moment as she connected their lips for a kiss.

"Lay down detka," Wanda purred, hands gentle as they eased her into the mattress. "Mommy hates to have to do this." Wanda feigned remorse, but truthfully she loved doing this. "But since you won't let me handle Y/N alone, I have to restrain, and gag you." Wanda sent wisps of red across her lovers body that latched onto the headboard and encased her wrists.

Then she placed her legs into a spreader, her limbs instantly ached as she was forced apart. Her butt barely touched the bed, so her arms and legs were strained with her body weight.

"Mommy please," Natasha begged, but it was of no use, her words now muffled as she placed a ball gag into her mouth. "Shh, it's okay..."

Wanda lazily jerked Natasha off, getting her cock to stand upright, her tip slowly coating with pre cum. The witch ran her thumb over the slit and felt the warmth spewing out. She removed her hand then, just as Natasha was about to blow. The redhead had tears running down her cheeks now, and Wanda had never seen anything more beautiful. "I'll be back."

It didn't take long for the witch to find you, she knew that you'd be in the living room once they went to bed. She caught you off guard, you tried to get up to leave, not wanting to make her anymore upset, but she didn't let you.

Wanda flicked the TV off, and held you to the couch with her powers until she straddled you. She smirked as you groaned, feeling her wetness through your thin sleep shirt. Wanda was in a faded guns n roses tee, with nothing on beneath so you felt her wholly. "Wanda..."

"Shut up, Y/N." Wanda ignored your weak warning as she slammed her lips into yours, and immediately the room was spinning. You closed your eyes tight to try and calm down your system, but no matter what you couldn't get your heart rate back with Wanda on you.

Her velvety tongue slid over yours after she broke her way in with a harsh bite to your lower lip. You moaned unabashedly, there was no fighting how good she felt against you.

"Fuck, I've wanted to do that for so long," she groaned against your lips. "I was so mad that Nat got to you first, I wanted that honor."

"I can fuck you first," you blurted, it was a shock to the both of you. The willingness and subsequent confidence materialized out of thin air, and it had the desired effect, because Wanda was drenching you through your shirt.

"Or you can let me fuck you first," Wanda countered, her eyes dark with sinful desire. "Nat will be jealous, please let me taste you."

Your answer was a pitiful whimper, then you lifted the both of you from the couch and ran to the bedroom where you found a glorious sight.

Natasha was tied up and desperate, her eyes wet from a never ending stream of tears. You tossed Wanda onto the bed, then moved to kiss Natasha's cheek with a blink of tenderness.

Wanda internally aw'd, but in the moment she snatched you, and laid you down beneath her.

"Can I touch you sweet girl?" You nodded, then whispered a pleading yes. Wanda kissed you softly then her hands turned devilish as they roughly tore your clothes from your body. The witch hummed lowly at the sight of your lingerie, it was beautiful, you looked delicious.

Her fingers traced over the lace, feeling the intricate design as she held eye contact with you the whole time. Her hand eventually wiggled beneath you so that she could unclasp the bra, and blindly toss it across the room.

"That's new," you whined, and the woman chuckled around your nipple, sending a sharp shiver down your spine. "I'm sure it's alright."

The witch continued lavishing your breasts with attention, helping you to forget your concerns. Slow, and methodical as she sought to tease the woman to her right. "You smell so good detka, bet you taste even better." Natasha cried out, disappointment running its course through her as she watched Wanda eat you out.

*Keep your eyes on mommy detka,* Wanda called out to her telepathically, *Don't look away and I promise you'll get fucked by her.*

Natasha forced her eyes back open, watching as Wanda's tongue drove into you repeatedly, she wished to taste you from the source herself. To have her tongue be the reason you were whimpering and writhing on the bed so hotly.

Natasha came with a hump to the air as you did the same on her lovers tongue. Wanda cleaned you up with slow, precise strokes of her tongue, teasing you in the direction of another orgasm, but after a minute she pulled away with a grin.

She kissed up your body slowly, her breaths labored as they brushed across your skin.

Wanda whispered in your ear, "Go on detka, tease her while mommy catches her breath."

You hovered over her face, your body to her side as you removed her ball gag. A line of spit connected her to the plastic until she began to cough after taking in a breath too eagerly.

You waited for her to calm down before your hand slowly trailed down her body. Natasha watched you warily, her lower lip trembled as you fisted her bulge while gazing into her eyes expectantly. "Tell me what you want baby."

Wanda chuckled airily, "Good luck with that, she is a brainless whore when stimulated."

"Is that right Natty?" She nodded timidly, you smirked. "Good, I prefer my whores dumb."

Natasha's eyes crossed when you straddled her spread thighs, your slick warmth blanketed her erect cock. You giggled at the feel of her throb. "Fuck Nat, you're so desperate." Her hips bucked in acknowledgment, fighting against the restraints to hopefully slip inside you.

"Want you so bad Y/N/N," she whined, "I want you to fuck me, milk my cock, please detka."

You looked to Wanda who gave you a nod of approval, she watched you both intently. Nat however gulped as she watched you as you lowered yourself onto her. The both of you sighed when your hips finally met, and she moaned when you began to slowly rock yours. 

"Look at that detka," Wanda whispered, her nose nuzzled into the redheads. "Y/N's finally riding you, how does it feel?" Natasha smiled with pleasurable tears in her eyes. "So good."

The way she said finally had you rocking even faster, knowing this was a fantasy of theirs had you ready to fulfill it in the blur of a moment.

"You're so big Natty," you praised, voice sultry as you felt the building pleasure from riding her. "Can't wait to feel you let go inside of me."

Natasha's cheeks flushed a bright red, and Wanda looked at you with wide eyes, her shock lasted a few seconds before she was smirking. "You hear that? She's gonna let you breed her, but only if you make mommy cum first."

Natasha grinned cheekily, she pushed out her tongue, and Wanda chuckled heartily at her enthusiasm. The witch then waved her hands, relieving the persistent ache in Nat's shoulders as her upper body was released from the magical bonds. She swiftly slung her leg over her face and lowered her dripping cunt down.

Wanda had made sure to ride her face with her back to the headboard so she could watch you. Her hips harshly ground into Nat's obedient tongue as she watched you slowly falling apart.

A burning sensation on your clit had you opening your eyes, you met Wanda's crimson set and knew what was happening, the pit in your lower belly tightened impossibly, and you bit your lip hard as you tried to ride the wave.

"You gonna cum for us pretty girl?" Wanda asked, her voice dripping with desire as she watched you struggling to hold on. "Let Natty know how good she feels, I wanna see you come undone for us, help mommy out, yeah?"

Wanda crooked her finger, and you eagerly leaned in to kiss her like you both desired. It was sloppy as you couldn't stop moaning with the new angle. Natasha was incredibly strong, so the spreaders didn't keep her from thrusting up into you, her bulbous tip hit your g-spot with each thrust of yours she managed to meet.

The brunette bit your lower lip suddenly, the heat from her powers intensified, and her hand wrapped around your throat. "Let go detka."

"Fuck," you clenched, trapping Nat's cock between your pulsing walls as you saw stars. Wanda watched in awe as your slick gushed and painted the reddened thighs of her lover. Her own hips stuttered, and she came hard on her tongue as she screamed both your names.

Wanda fell onto the bed, causing it to shake as Nat was still being fucked by you, tears fell from her eyes as the jolt pleasured her deeply. She was already desperate to release, but the promise of letting go in your womb made it much harder to hold back. "Mommy please."

Wanda looked at you, you nodded once again, and she felt her heart flutter at the thought. Of you finally letting these walls drop, and letting them love you the way they've always wanted.

"Let go," she purred, "Fill Y/N to the brim."

A scream was ripped from your throat as you felt fresh hot, spurts of cum painting your walls. Natasha's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she came even more as Wanda squeezed her balls and tweaked her nipples.

Your body collapsed onto hers, lips crashing into hers as you sought the grounding touch. Natasha smiled into the affection, her heart was beating wildly with love as you made out. Moans never stopped leaving you, the feel of her throbbing inside of you kept you aroused, and it only got better as you got to taste Wanda's tangy essence on her plump lips.

"Holy fucking shit," Natasha gasped, you had gently removed yourself from her body, and the sound of your combined cum sloshing against her thighs made all of you go still.

"Fuck," Wanda breathed as she scooped some of your combined essence up, and brought it to your lips expectantly. Natasha leaned up on her elbows to watch, your lips parted, and you instantly gagged as Wanda fucked her fingers into your mouth, paying no mind to your throats existence, that was her goal after all.

“Isn’t she pretty Natty?” Natasha nodded, smiling softly as her hand reached out to wipe away the tears Wanda was causing to fall. Her lips then pecked your cheek. “The prettiest.”

Wanda slid her fingers from your mouth, a soft pop rang out in the room. The tension was palpable as she kept her eyes on yours as she seamlessly moved them over into Natasha’s. The redhead hummed around the intrusion, happily engaging in the swapping of spit.

“Mommy loves a set of good girls, ” Wanda beamed, then she leaned in to kiss you slowly as Natasha suckled and gagged on her fingers. Then she tapped the redheads face with the wet digits, and whispered, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

The rest was a blur, Wanda was nothing but gentle as she removed the toys, and moved to clean you up, all the while you cleaned Natasha up by way of a sloppy blowjob. The redhead stood no chance against your lips, so after she came down your throat it was lights out for her.

Wanda scooted Natasha to the center of the bed, and then clambered in behind her, she placed a kiss to your temple, then another to Nat's before she settled into the mattress for some much needed sleep after the long day.

The night was perfect, but the longer you laid there the more you felt an urge to run. It felt great in the moment, but now you felt used. As if bedding you was the goal here, you ignored the obvious loving touches, and the buff arm that was wrapped around you protectively.

Your mind was like a cataclysmic battlefield.

Wanda groaned softly into her pillow as the sound of scuffling roused her from sleep, she gently removed her arm from over her lovers waist, then she walked over to your rapidly dressing form. You rushed out the door, but you didn't get far as she wrapped you in her powers, and softly shut the door for Nat's sake.

"Why don't you get it Y/N?" Wanda's tone was tired, you shrunk as guilt washed over you, "This wasn't just some quickie, and it's hurtful that you'd think that." She shook her head in emphasis of her negation. "We love you Y/N, Nat fell asleep with thoughts of taking you on a date. She loves you beyond words, as do I, so why can't you let us, hm? Stop running."

"I-I," your voice was unbearably hoarse, thick with emotion, "It's all I know how to do..."

Wanda's defensive resolve fell, you sounded so dejected, your pain obvious, so she lowered you to the ground while briskly approaching you.

"You're not on the run anymore malysh," she whispered the words against your temple as she kissed your skin tenderly. "You're safe here with me and Nat. It's okay to trust, I promise we won't break it. Please, just let us love you."

"I want to," you admitted quietly, "I just don't know how." Wanda nodded, she understood wholeheartedly how life after Hydra can be.

She also remembers your ex, the wench that took your love, and squandered it. Who took your hardly given trust and broke it for all.

"We'll take it slow," she soothed her hand down your back before returning it to cup the back of your head, guiding your face to her chest while her other arm wrapped around your waist

"Whatever you need," she reaffirmed, Wanda wanted nothing more than to make you happy.

You hummed thoughtfully, "Fresh air sounds nice." Wanda grinned. "I'll make us some tea."

"Moya lyubov's?" Natasha called out, her raspy voice now deepened from sleep cracking as she broke out into a yawn. You and Wanda shifted so you could look at her. It melted your heart to see her pouting, eyes glimmering with unshed tears brought on by the both of your absence.

It wasn't hard, nor suffocating, to feel the love.

"Shh dorogoy," Wanda coo'd as she beckoned her over. Natasha waddled, navy green blanket wrapped so tight around her body that all you could see was her face when light cast through the shadows of the hallway and onto her.

Natasha sniffled pitifully, "I was all alone."

"We're sorry," Wanda relayed genuinely as she leaned in to kiss the redheads wetted cheeks. "Our love here needed some fresh air, so I was just about to make us some tea. Wanna come?"

Natasha beamed, head nodding quickly. "We can share my blanket!" You snorted, this was such a beautiful, new side to the redhead for you to see. She'd always been softer with you, but she was also evasively abrasive when she felt as if she needed to keep her guard up.

But now, under the glow of the moon you saw her in totality. Natasha was a sweetheart. Dangerous to nearly all of mankind, but she's cracked open and vulnerable for the two of you.

"That sounds perfect Nat," you replied nasally, Natasha swiftly dropped her blanket and looked between you and Wanda with concern. She pulled your face away from Wanda, and settled it right before hers. "What's wrong?"

Natasha might very well be feeling softened and subby, but she wasn't clueless. She was a spy for goodness sake. You shook your head, lips brief as they kissed her palms, one after the other. "Nothing sweetheart, let's go cuddle."

The redhead squealed as you scooped her up, giggling soon following as you kissed all over her face, the feather light touch tickling her pink. She hummed as your lips firmly pressed into hers, her tip throbbed but her cock stayed motionless. Her body was far too spent.

"Where's my kisses?" Wanda asked in offense. "I'm not making the tea until compensated."

Natasha twisted in your hold until she was on her tummy and able to crane her neck, offering Wanda her pursed lips. The witch breathed a laugh through her nose. Then she leaned into the contortionist with a passionate lip lock.

When she pulled away Natasha rolled back over with her eyes closed and lips raised. You leaned down to kiss her forehead and she purred while shifting closer to you. Wanda soon gripped your face, she waited for a go ahead, and once you nodded she kissed you.

There was a hunger to the way her tongue slid in your mouth, but it was heatless. She sought a moment of deep intimacy as she caressed the back of your teeth with the tip of her tongue. It was surprisingly sweet. Your heart beating out of rhythm when the tip of her tongue pushed down your throat. As you gagged she pulled away with a glistening smile. A tethered string of spit that connected you snapped as her lips had curled up. You mirrored the action.

"Go get comfy on the patio now loves," she commanded tenderly, "I'll be right there."

When Wanda followed ten minutes later with a tray full of everyone's favorite snacks, and warm mugs of tea you felt this foreign feeling of comfort roll over you. Their bright smiles, and warm caresses insinuations of love, and for the first time in a long time you willingly felt it.

But more importantly, you began to embrace it.

——

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt. 14

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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(This chapter takes place a little before last chapter of Nat’s pov)

The taste of the dessert was still simmering on your tongue as you walked home from your date. The thought that Nat had maybe seen you hadn’t left your brain since you got that note. The one you were still desperately clutching in your hand, rereading it over and over again and imagining Nat writing it. Her handwriting fits her personality so much. You wondered if she would be open to the idea of becoming pen pals. 

The second you’d read the note you’d scrambled out of your seat to catch the waiter and ask if she was still there but he only shook his head and gave you a pitying smile.

“Can you at least tell me what she looked like?” You didn’t know if you were breaking some unspoken rule of whatever game you were playing with Nat but you had to know. More than anything you had to know.

The waiter picked up a few glasses and plates and put them on his tray before turning to you

“I couldn’t see much, she was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses. You’d think she was a celebrity or something. Is she… your stalker?” 

Before he could get the wrong idea you quickly shook your head no at his accusation

“She’s… a friend?” you don’t know why it sounded so much like a question, both of you had agreed you were beyond strangers now but… what you felt towards Nat didn’t always feel like friendship. It felt like those moments when time stood still;

Like when you feel a cool breeze on the hottest day of the summer,

Or when you snuggle under warm blankets in the winter,

Or settling down somewhere with a cup of something warm and a good book.

She felt like all the little moments you loved about life combined into a person.

Your mother would probably call you naive for feeling so strongly about someone you’d never even met but she’d technically already approved of Nat anyway.

“Is there nothing you can remember about her?” you tried to keep up with the guy as he walked to pick up after another table

You felt a few expensive-looking people look your way but you didn’t pay them any mind.

The waiter huffed and stopped in his tracks, turning to you with the patience only a person who works in customer service could have.

“Look- a bit of her hair was sticking out from under her hoodie, it seemed- brownish? Maybe more of an auburn? I don’t really know I wasn’t paying attention. But if you really need to know so badly we have a tech guy coming up in a few weeks, I could have him send you the alley surveillance footage?” You could tell this guy was over you asking a million questions so you nodded your head enthusiastically. Glad to have at least that much. As you scribbled down your email you thought of your number neighbor with brownish-auburn hair. Somehow, you felt like you already knew her hair would be darker.

~

As you were rounding the corner onto your block your phone pinged with a notification and you were surprised to see Nat’s contact on your screen.

‘It’s about time’ you thought to yourself as you realized this was the first time Nat had texted you first, completely unprompted.

You swiped open the message with a satisfied smile on your face.

         Nat🔪:

Nat🔪:

Enjoy your dinner?

Y/n🍦:

It was okay.

The dessert was the best part.

Nat🔪:

Oh yeah?

Y/n🍦:

Definitely.

Putting your phone away, you unlocked the door to your apartment, entered the flat, and locked the door again before making a B-line for your fridge. You snatched an old grocery list off and replaced it with the napkin. It settled nicely under your baguette-shaped magnet.

You started at the note for a few minutes, unsure how to go about addressing what had transpired.

If you even should address it.

What if it made her run again? You wouldn’t be able to handle her silence like last time. You’d grown too attached. 

Shaking your head you decide to just go for it, rip the band-aid right off. If she disappeared again then it was her loss.

But if she was confident enough to text you first this time then maybe things would be different?

         Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

You were there

The reply took a few seconds and you tried your best to channel your inner monk for some patience

Nat🔪:

I stopped by

Y/n🍦:

You were there.

Again the three little typing bubbles taunted you and you wanted to pull them out of your phone and throw them in a blender but you knew it just meant she was second-guessing every answer she could give you. You’d gotten used to her texting habits.

Nat🔪:

…

I was.

Y/n🍦:

Did you… see me?

Nat🔪:

No.

You don’t know why you breathe out a sigh of relief. Part of you thinks it’s because you want your first meeting to be mutual. To see each other for the first time at the same time. So you can know what she thinks of you by just the look in her eyes.

At least if she had seen you and she was lying you could know that she thought you were pretty enough to continue texting.

Nat🔪:

I never even stepped foot in the restaurant

That much you knew from the waiter, but it still felt good that she was telling you. Like she was validating your unspecified want of seeing each other for the first time together. It always felt like she just knew things about you without you ever telling her. Maybe she was a long-distance mind reader. If that were the case she should really get hired by The Avengers.

The thought makes you huff out a light laugh and reminds you of when the two of you first started talking. It felt like so long ago now. You’d come a long way since then.

Y/n🍦:

Thank you.

It was delicious

It made my night honestly

Nat🔪:

Anytime, Y/n.

I’m glad.

You didn’t know what Nat was doing on her side of the city but you wondered if maybe she was grinning at her screen like a fool the same way you were.

You changed the topic of your conversation with Nat as you began getting ready for bed and not once did it occur to you that you hadn’t thought of your actual date the entire night.

Pt 15

A/n: Y/n learns a little about what Nat looks like!!

I meant it when I said slow burn guys but don't worry this story won't be too long!!~ Starry

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[24hlevi]

— new beginnings

natalie scatorccio (yellowjackets) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: going to a new years eve party with your friend nat ends better than you anticipated

warnings: language, underage drinking, drug usage (marijuana)

standing inside the giant house that was lottie matthews’ with a red solo cup in your hand, leaned against the wall swirling the beverage around, you honestly wanted to go home. your close friend natalie dragged you along to this new years party, but you didn't really want to go in the first place. you just came along because you knew she would need a ride back home. you stared at nothing in particular, listening to the conversations around you and took a sip from your drink, immediately making a sour face afterwards.

“i thought you weren't drinking tonight,” a teasing voice said.

you turned your head to see natalie standing next to you, a sly smile on her face and slightly reddened eyes.

“one drink isn't going to kill me,” you replied. “where have you been?”

“getting this,” she held up a joint in between her fingers. “you wanna smoke it with me?” she asked with a hint of hope in her voice.

your eyes narrowed at her slightly before letting out a sigh and nodding. “okay.”

nat grabbed your free hand and started walking through the people, occasionally pushing a few guys so you wouldn't get crushed until she made it to a balcony. you leaned against the railing and she copied your movements. she put the joint in between her lips and pulled a lighter out of her jacket, then covering the flame with her unoccupied hand and lighting the joint. you watched her silently, taking another sip of your drink as she took a couple drags to get it started.

she handed it over to you, and you took it from her, taking a hit from it and blowing the smoke out a second later.

“you gonna be able to drive?” natalie asked you.

“i’ll be fine, nat,” you answered. you took another hit from the joint and handed it back to her, letting out a sigh as you blew the smoke out.

she inhaled the smoke from the joint, ashing it over the railing as she looked at you. “you don't want to be here, do you?” she blew the smoke out. she could tell from when she first asked that you didn't really want to go and only did for her.

“i never said that,” you shook your head.

“i can tell,” nat responded.

“it's fine,” you mumbled.

natalie suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her. “we can leave as soon as it hits midnight, okay?” she said softly, taking the second drag.

your face heated up as soon as she grabbed you, and you weren't sure if she even realized how this looked. “okay,” you nodded, trying to ignore the blush on your face.

she smiled at you and put the joint near your lips, watching you move closer to inhale the smoke out of it, and she wanted to kiss you so badly. but, with ten minutes left until midnight, she could wait until it hit midnight. “you look really good, y’know,” she said suddenly.

your eyebrows raised in surprise as you blew the smoke out. “that was random,” you say, a little confused.

“i just wanted to say it,” natalie replied.

“you're acting weird,” you claimed. “what’s up?”

she shook her head. “it's nothing. it can wait, at least.”

now your eyebrow raised in suspicion. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“come on, we have almost five minutes left and then we can leave,” natalie says, completely avoiding your question and tossing the joint over the railing and then grabbing your hand to pull you back with her inside to the party.

heading back inside, mainly everyone was huddled around waiting for it to hit the last minute so they could count down to the new year. nat pulled you with her near the corner, her hand still holding yours as she turned to face you.

“any new year's resolutions?” she asked.

“eh, not really,” you shrugged. “i guess maybe just finally date someone who is actually interested in me? is that dumb?”

“not at all,” natalie shook her head. “i guess it's similar to mine.”

“which is?” you questioned.

“to kiss someone at midnight,” she answered.

you looked at her with confusion, your mind working slower due to the weed as everyone started counting down the minute. you glanced down at your connected hands before back at natalie, who was staring at you with a look you couldn't describe. when it got to thirty seconds you realized what that look was. she might be high, but she still knew what she was doing. a small smile grew on your face as you understood what she was getting at the whole night, why she dragged you along to this party.

the seconds ticked down quickly, and as soon as it hit one, she leaned forward and kissed you. you reciprocated immediately, feeling her smile into it. her arms wrapped around you as she pulled you closer to her. when she parted from the kiss, she had a wide smile on her face.

“wow, look at you grinning like you just won a prize,” you chuckle, poking her cheek.

“i feel like i just did,” nat responded, one of her hands holding your face caressing your skin.

“mhm,” you hummed, smiling back at her. “how long have you been wanting to kiss me?”

“like tonight or in general?” she joked. “probably a year or two. how long have you been waiting for me to do something?”

“longer than that,” you answered. “now am i gonna get my new year's resolution?”

natalie let out a laugh and grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it while looking at you. “oh dear, y/n, would you want to be my love for however long we may last?”

you started laughing at her mannerisms and nodded your head. “of course.”

nat smiled and placed a quick kiss on your lips. “then you’ll drive me back to your place?” she asked hopefully.

“i suppose,” you smiled. “as long as you don't throw up in my car, i'll sneak you in.”

“no promises,” she teased.

“i will leave you on the side of the road.”

“no you won't.”

“...you're right.”

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 1 of KINKTOBER: HALLOWEEN PARTY WITH BRADLEY BRADSHAW

pairing: bradley rooster bradshaw x fem!reader

warning: eating fem out, unprotected sex, some riding sessions

Y/N’s POV

Bradley and I are going to Jake’s house for a halloween party he’s throwing. I’m being a sexy nurse and Bradley is being a cop, but Bradley wanted me to be something else, a prisoner in a normal way not a sexy way but he’s scared about anyone looking at me the way he looks at me.

We get to the party and there’s a lot of people there, smoking, drinking, making out, and dancing. Bradley and I walk in the house and try to find Jake and we find him making out with a woman who’s dressed up as a playboy bunny. Bradley taps Jake’s shoulder to get his attention, he looks at us and all I can see is lipstick all over his face.

“Hey you guys, so glad you two made it, this is Scarlett.” Jake says pointing out the girl with him.

“Hey! I love your costumes!” She drunkenly says to us.

“Thank you.” Bradley and I say in unison.

“If you want us, we’re going to be at the bar.” Bradley yells at Jake.

“Alright! Have fun!” Jake smiles.

“Thank you!” I said to him.

We walk up to the bar and Bradley makes us our usual drinks we have at home.

“I already can tell, he’s drunk.” I said to Bradley.

“Oh I know, and that Scarlett, I already know, she’s going to be underneath him a few minutes.” He says while he’s pouring himself rum and coke.

“Bradley!” I playfully slap him.

“You know Jake.” He says giving me some champagne.

“I know Jake it’s just I’ll never sleep with him.” I honestly said.

“I’m glad baby, you wanna go somewhere private?” Bradley whispers in my ear.

“Can we find some of our friends first and then go somewhere private?” I get close to him.

“Fine. It’s just this fucking costume is giving me a hard on.” He smirks.

“Bradley!” I playfully slap him again.

“You should’ve been a prisoner.” He drinks his alcohol.

“Why’s that baby?” I said.

“You might get punished on you did wrong.” He gets closer to me.

“You should’ve been a patient.” I said.

“And why is that?”

“So I can take care of you and check on which body parts are hurting.” I say in a pouty voice.

“I think you know what body part is having difficulties right now.” He drinks his drink again.

“You wanna go upstairs and find out?” I touch his chest.

“You know-“ He gets interrupted by someone touching his shoulder.

“Hey you two!” It’s Natasha.

“Hi Nat!” I excitedly said.

“I’m so glad I found you guys! I thought you two weren’t going to make it.” She says.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I said smiling.

Natasha laughs. “You know what guys, that girl with Bagman, I heard she made out with Bob before she went after Bagman.”

I can’t believe what I just heard, Bradley and I look at each other like we saw a ghost. Scarlett is a slut.

“I know! Hey you guys want to go talk to the rest of the pilots?” Natasha asks.

I secretly agree but Bradley says, “We’re actually going to go get some snacks.”

He’s lying.

“Okay, if anything goes wrong I’m here if you need me.” Natasha says.

“We will thank you.” Bradley says before dragging me upstairs.

“Where are we going?” I said.

“Going somewhere private.” He looks into my eyes and says.

I already know where this is going. I want him so badly. We get to a room which look luxurious and Bradley picks me up to put me on the bed which felt so comfortable and locks the door.

“Bradley.” I say in a pouty way.

“Don’t worry, I’m just fuck you until your legs are shaking.”

I moan on what he’s saying to me. I start to take my costume off but he stops me. I look at him confused.

“You look so hot in it, I’m going to fuck you with you wearing it.” He says taking his costume off.

“It’s not fair that you’re taking your costume off but I have to have my on.” I said to him positioning myself to the pillows.

“You’ll look so pretty while I have my way with you.” He smirks.

I get closer to him to kiss him and make him go down with me while we make out. I unzip my nurse costume to show some cleavage and I can tell that Bradley wants me. He kisses my neck and begins to kiss to the valley of my breast and I tug on his hair and moan. He continues to kiss my body but unzips my costume and I undress myself and try to unzip Bradley’s costume but he doesn’t allow me to do it, he goes down to my cunt and eats me out. I scream, I didn’t want him to stop, I make him stay there and he keeps eating me out and I can’t stop god damn screaming. He stops licking my cunt, I whimper, he sees my expression but he takes his boxers off to a hard cock, I breathe heavily. I want him inside me. We start to make out again, I feel him entering my pussy and going in and out, I moan like we were making a porn video for ourselves. I can feel him giving me hickeys on my neck and my breasts. I’m so glad I met him. I flip him over so I can be on top of him and starts to do a lap dance on him. He helps me sway my hips. I can feel his hard cock in my cunt. I get off his cock, he looks at me like he’s going to make me do something but I get down to where his hard cock is and starts to blow him. I can hear him groan, I can feel his cum getting ready to burst out into my mouth. His cum gets in my mouth and I take every bit of him.

After a while we fucked, I rode him like he was my own horse. Him fucking me like I was his personal fantasy girl he always wanted. At one point we did the reverse cowgirl, he gave me more hickeys, him pinching my tits until they got hard, and him wanting to fuck me on the floor but I didn’t allow him to take me down there because I wanted him to fuck me on the bed, why? Because I think the bed is way better to be having sex on floor. And thank god that door is locked. This was the best sex I think we’ve ever had.

Bradley lays down on top of me and all you can hear is heavy breathing in the room.

“Oh my god Bradley, how many rounds do you think we just did?” I said looking down at him.

“I lost count sweetheart.” He said still lying on my chest. “Do you think people heard us?” He said looking up at me.

“By the music blaring all over the house, I don’t think anyone heard us.” I giggle.

“What was that during our fucking session, that reverse thing.” He tries to comprehend on happened to us.

“I don’t know, it was your idea.” I said looking up at the ceiling.

“It was? I forgot what even happened because that was so good.” He chuckles.

I giggle again. “Bradley.” I make him look at me, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more Y/N/N. Can I ask you something?” He says.

“What babe?”

“Can we do this at home one night?” He smiles.

“God Bradley, if we do this again I might want you to fuck me all the time.” I say to him.

“So that’s a yes?” He questions.

“Yes Bradley! We’ll do it again.” I confess.

“Happy Halloween sweetheart.”

“Happy Halloween soldier.”

[lovelynim]

Another round

Honkai: Star Rail - Caelus x Luka

A/N: Happy birthday, Elian!!! ( @eliankrios ) I know what I said about to making you a gift, but I just couldn't stop myself. I wanted to come up with something different for you as I know you're getting plenty of genshin boys... so, I hope you like this, ehe ~

Summary: Caelus vs. Luka - Round 1 - Fight!!

Word count: 1207 words

“Please, please, please, please, pleaaase!!”

Caelus took a step back, reaching the wall behind him and getting himself cornered once for all. He looked at Luka, meeting his puppy-like eyes, filled with excitement and expectations. It would be much, much easier if Luka was simply requesting a regular date - or even for some borrowed money like a certain tall, blue-haired guy.

Luka’s plans, however, didn’t go in that direction. He wanted something else.

“I-I don’t know, I don’t really want to fight you…” Caelus muttered, looking away as it was too hard to say no to those eyes staring deep into his soul.

As expected, as soon as those words reached the redheaded, Luka’s excited, beaming smile turned into a gloomy frown. The fiery posture was soon replaced by slumped shoulders and a tilted head. 

Damn it.

“W-why not?” Luka pouted and Caelus could swear he was about to cry at that moment. 

“I, ahm, I don’t want you to get hurt and-”

“You… think I’m not strong enough? You don’t want to fight me because I’m too weak, Caelus?”

Caelus’s jaw dropped, that was totally not what he meant! “N-no! I mean, w-we will end up hurt and I don’t want that to happen!”

“B-but then we can ask Nat to patch us up!” Luka insisted, holding Caelus’s hands as he took a step forward, standing barely inches away from him. “Just one fight! I won’t bother you ever again!”

Caelus sighed, getting in a fight just to ask for medical treatment later? Not only Natasha, but maybe the whole Astral Express crew would scold him if he did that. Besides… “d-don’t you have plenty of fights? Can’t we… do something else?”

“But you’re the strongest! Belobog’s hero! The savior from outer space!” Luka whined, frowning slightly as he noticed Caelus was probably trying to shift the topic and, consequently, refuse his request. “No one would fight like you! …well, maybe Seele, but- t-that’s not important!”

“Sigh, do you want to punch me that badly?” Caelus joked, already feeling hopeless about changing the other’s mind. Maybe he should’ve listened to Himeko and thought twice before flirting with people he recently met…

Much to his surprise, Luka nodded to that question, grinning with sheer, unstoppable hype. “And then you punch me back! Like in a fight, hehe.”

This wasn’t going to do it, Caelus thought. There was no way Luka would let him go without a proper fight, but fighting him sounded so painful, for both of them. Besides, he didn’t really get the idea of fighting someone you liked. 

That was when an idea popped up in Caelus head. There was, indeed, a way to fight Luka without harming him.

Without much room to think twice before putting his plan into practice, Caelus pulled his hands out of Luka’s grip and switched places with him, pinning Luka against the wall. “Fine,” Caelus sighed, a serious, cold expression taking place in his face, “let’s fight, then.”

“R-really?” Luka smiled in a way that made Caelus almost go back on his word - almost being the key word here. “Then, I will go ask for them to put our names next in the ring’s list and-”

“No need to,” Caelus interrupted, closing his fingers around Luka’s regular wrist and pulling it, pinning it on the wall above his head.

“C-Caelus? What do you-”

“I’m fighting you right here and now.”

Luka blushed, half because of how close Caelus was to him, half because of how cool he sounded saying that. So manly, so fierce, so powerful. Aeons, his heart was racing as fast as the gears of his prosthetic arm. “W-wohoah,” Luka gasped, trying to free his pinned hand, “t-then, are we fighting now?”

“Yes,” Caelus smirked, “we are.”

Before Luka could make some sense of Caelus’s nonsense, the redheaded squealed seconds after Caelus moved his free hand.

While fighting people, Luka was used to feeling pain. Punches, kicking, headbutts, cuts, all types of wounds. Of course, that also meant he got used to landing a hit or two - usually that’s all it took him to knock his opponent out - but this was new.

Caelus’s fingers quickly scribbled over his stretched out side, pinching over his waist and prodding at his lower ribs. Each and every touch sent an electric, funny feeling through his nerves, straight to his brain, that made him want to… laugh.

“H-hehey! AhaHAh, w-what ahare- ahAHah, C-Caelus! That tihihickles!” Luka cried out, his metallic hand tugging at Caelus’s clothes, trying to push him away.

Caelus let out a small sigh of relief - Luka was ticklish. He didn’t have enough time to come up with a back up plan in case he wasn’t, but it seemed that luck was on his side tonight. “Whaaat? Are you giving up already? I just started!” Caelus smirked, clawing at Luka’s side.

“I t-thought we wehehere going to f-fihihight!” So why are you tickling me, Luka whined inside his head, biting his lower lip and stiffening his muscles in a vain hope to make Caelus’s fingers feel less tickly.

The confused look on the redhead’s face was priceless. He was trying so bad to not laugh and Caelus was definitely in for that challenge. “We are fighting, but I guess you’re too ticklish to fight back,” he teased, wiggling his fingers against Luka’s side, unable to move his hand further up thanks to the other’s free limb.

It was, indeed, a tough spot for Luka. If he let go of Caelus’s hand, he knew where he was going to get tickled - and if that happened, he was going to lose - but if he didn’t try to fight back, it was a matter of time for his body to give in.

“T-thahat’s- ahaha, n-not fahair!” Luka pressed his eyes shut while a wide grin spread over his lips. He scrunched up his shoulders, looking away as he tried to think up a solution and ignore the ticklish feeling at the same time. “I wahahasn’t reahahady!”

“Excuses, excuses, that's what I'm hearing. You didn’t sound like a sore loser when we met,” Caelus hummed. Seeing his plan working so amazingly rubbed his pride just right, but he knew he couldn’t just stop if he wanted a flawless victory. “Time to finish you, buddy ~”

“C-Cahaelus, wahAHA- AHAhah, n-nOHO!!”

Managing to break free from Luka’s metallic grip, Caelus quickly shot his hand up, tickling that awfully ticklish spot under the redhead’s arm. His reward was no other than Luka’s bright, yet panicked laughter.

“Oho, I think I got you now,” Caelus giggled along, noticing how Luka pressed his back into the wall behind it to now fall, nearly hanging in Caelus’ grip. “Is it bad? Does it tickle a lot? Heheh ~”

“I-it dohOHOhes!! AHAHA!”

“Soo…” Caelus grinned, “do you surrender, champion? Do you admit defeat?”

Those words ringed inside Luka’s head, making butterflies flutter in his stomach. Part of him wanted him to say ‘yes’, make the tickling stop and allow him to catch a break. The other - the stubborn, competitive one… “N-nehEHEHever! AhahAHAH, I c-caHAHahan still fihIHIHight!”

“Tsk,” Caelus clicked his lips, rolling his eyes at the predictable answer, “suit yourself, then, let’s go for another round and see what you really got ~”

[v3nusxsky]

Can you do a, Wandanat X Agere fem reader?

Maybe reader djdnt want to regress, due to the amount of missions they were getting, and she accidently messes up in a mission and Fury yells at her for it, and she regressed in her room later that night, and Wanda and Natasha find her? And reader has thus toy dog she loses snd they have to find it to calm her down?? Fluff after that.

Agere, fluff, hurt, and comfort. I believe that's what you requested.

If not, no problem, I love all your writing!!!

Sorry if it's really specific, I'm nervous when it comes to requesting

Sun,moon and stars

*Authors note~ long time no see guys! I've missed posting. Been a little scared to start back up bc of the hate and my accident really threw me for a while but here we go. Thanks to the support of my friends and my lovely girlfriend @just-your-casual-nerd I’m going to be starting with Agere for the pure reason it's less taxing on my body and brain. Smut angst etc will come when I'm a little better*

Trigger warnings~ regression little r mama and momma wandanat loss of comfort item angry fury? Sight angry Nat?

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

The past few weeks had really been insane for you, you were either on missions or filling out the paperwork from your previous missions. You'd hardly seen your girlfriends due to this, which meant the idea of allowing yourself to regress was definitely out the window. You couldn't afford to mess up the missions, exposing your secret to the team. A lot of the time it was truly hard to admit you coped this way, but Wanda and Nat seemed to love helping you through it. Not everyone is accepting of it though, you learnt that very early on in your life. Perhaps that's why you felt the need to hide.

After a recent mission with Steve, Tony and Peter you were all on the way back to the compound when Steve told you. Fury wanted to see you immediately upon landing. You instantly knew why, your gaze flickering over to Peter who was cradling his arm. It was an accident really, you didn't mean to. Your brain blanking at the wrong time allowing one of the Hydra guards to twist Peters arm painfully. His cries of pain clearing the fog that littered your brain when you needed to slip. You'd apologised time and time again to Peter and he reassured you he wasn't mad. But no matter how much he said it you knew you'd messed up. The reason he would be taken to med bay was because you weren't strong enough to stay big. Guilt eating away at you, you weren't sure how much worse Fury could make you feel.

Apparently it could get worse, the guilt eating away at you as Fury laid into you about how reckless you were, your behaviour resulting in Peters injuries meant you were suspended from the field. His exact wording was something like "till we can figure out how to fix you!" You did your best to stay silent and remain strong, crying was not something you wished to do in front of him. You don't need fixing just a break really but you knew better than to respond like that, instead opting to flee his office and head to the safety of your shared room before breaking down.

You'd missed dinner, that was why Wanda and Natasha began searching for you. They knew the mission didn't go as well as wanted so they figured you'd want space to process like normal, but you never missed dinner. You love wanda's cooking too much for that. After checking your usual spots, they headed to your room. There you were curled up with dried tear strains on your cheeks, the room around you trashed to high hell. Clearly, you were looking for something but what would you be looking for badly enough to do this? "Nat, she's" Wanda trailed off as your thoughts were loud, "Little." Now everything made so much sense. You were looking for Pup Pup.

You must have regressed alone and being unable to find your beloved pup pup, you'd cried yourself to sleep. It was truly heartbreaking to see, as your caregivers, you hadn't found one of them and were alone in such a vulnerable mind set. Your whimpers as tears began to fall again worried Wanda enough to check on your dream. Only where she would witness you reliving how Fury shouted at you, saying you needed to be fixed. Your whole body shook with the second hand fear from the dream. Both girls knew you didn't like being shouted at or anything that was loud.

"Nat, Fury, he ripped into her about Peter" Wanda whispered before going to kneel next to your body. Her hand finding your cheeks as she brushed your tears away mumbling words of comfort, "it's okay dekta (baby) momma is here." The red head assassin gave Wanda a quick nod before exiting to find Fury. She wasn't having you being treated like this when they'd been overworking you and in general ignoring your own well-being. This wouldn't ever happen again because Natasha would make sure of it.

"Momma?" You sleepily sobbed before throwing yourself into her awaiting arms, "founds me!" You cried causing her heart to shatter slightly. "That's right my darling. I have you now. Why are we sad love bug?" It was adorable how your brows joined and you scrunched your nose up in thought, "Pup Pup gones!" You gasped as if you'd only just realised that Pup Pup was missing now. You appeared to be regressed a lot smaller than you normally would. The girls were use to you regressing to about five years old, but based of this interaction Wanda guessed you were about two to three years old. "We will find your Pup Pup bug."

"Mama!" You pouted noticing her absence. "Shh love bug mana is just finishing up with work and she'll be here, how bout you and momma go on a hunt for Pup Pup?" Wandas soothing tone and her redirection to your beloved Pup Pup. Hand in hand you and Wanda set out to find the ragged looking stuffie that you'd had since you were found by Hydra. The only thing they'd let you keep at a price and you cherished it. It didn't take long for your little brain to become overwhelmed and frustrated at your inability to find the stuffie.

"Momma! No finds! Gones! Want mama! I sorry I be good give Pup Pup me now?" You sobbed clumsily clinging to her as you cried for you two lost loves. "You are good my love bug, so so good. We are gonna find your Pup Pup I promise." She hushed you as the bedroom door opened and a very satisfied Natasha came into the room. "моя маленькая принцесса (my little princess) look who mama found малыш (baby)" her sing song voice caught your attention as you knew it was only for you. "Pup Pup!!" You cried happily coming to hold the stuffie, "frank you mama!"

"You're so welcome дорогой (darling), shall we all go get a snack baby?" You nodded enthusiastically until you remembered Fury's words, "Nahuh mama" you mumbled sadly, "I'm bad, no eat when bad." This time both women came to your side and showered you with reassurance and love that you were not bad. And Peter wasn't mad at you. Fury was in the wrong to go off at you like that and you were safe with them. They wouldn't let any harm come yo you. In fact you could eat in the bedroom cuddled up together. They just wanted to care for you, so you eventually relented, your little brain not holding much room to fight so you happily settled into bed snuggling up to Natasha's chest while you waited for Wanda to return with food. Before Wanda could even return you'd passed out on Nat, Natasha looking at you with such a loving gaze Wanda felt truly too blessed to be witnessing it. Truly you deserved the sun, moon and the stars, and both women wanted to give you all that and more.

Word count~ 1354

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Heal - III

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (female)

MASTERLIST

👣 Summary: Steve and the others return to the compound to find it in disaray.

Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault and forced knotting/bonding, self-hatred, angst, vomit

Word count: 1,724

🫀Part II

That afternoon, the others returned. At first, nothing seemed out of place, and the Avengers went about their usual business unloading the quinjet and cleaning themselves up. But it was after that when things started to feel a little different.

It wasn't unusual for Bucky to be keeping to himself, so Steve wasn't expecting to see him instantly. After a few hours he checked the gym, expecting to find his old friend there, but it clearly hadn't been touched since he'd gone away. He wasn't overly concerned; he hadn't seen you either, and usually you were hanging around the living area and would normally have at least welcomed them all back and asked about what exciting things had happened on the mission. Sure, you weren't necessarily close, but it wasn't implausible that you had gone out for the day together.

Alarm bells didn't ring until a good few hours after their return, when Nat made her usual silent entrance into the kitchen where Steve was reading a paper and Bruce was ruining a perfectly basic pasta dish.

"Hey Bruce, did Y/N go out today?" She tossed an apple in the air absentmindedly and slid onto the counter to watch him fumble about the stove.

"What? Er, no, I mean, I don't think so. I haven't seen her. Clint might have."

"Clint might have what?" The inquisitive archer piped up as he entered room with burning ears.

"Seen Y/N today."

He shook his head with a shrug. "Now you mention it, I haven't actually. Or Tin Man, but let's be honest that's not exactly a surprise. He's not exactly Mr Social."

Steve rustled his paper and set it down on the table. "I haven't seen Bucky either. I assumed him and Y/N had gone somewhere."

Nat and Clint both looked over at each other and snorted as Bruce jumped into action as the water boiled over the sides of the pan.

"Together? I'm not sure about that Steve. But hell, you know the guy better than any of us." Taking a bite out of her apple, Nat pushed herself off the counter and made her way to the door. "I'll see if Y/N is in her room, that's probably the best place to start."

-

Whilst you were in your room, it wasn't quite the scene Natasha was expecting. Your curtains were pulled tightly closed, and you were curled up in the sheets shivering.

"Y/N? Hey, you alright?" She peered round the door, frowning at the strange odour that wafted around. You grunted, and she took that as a sign to come closer.

"Christ, you look like shit. You sick or something?' Concerned, she reached out to rest a hand on your burning forehead but you shied away.

"Er, yeah. Just a bit under the weather, but I'll be fine. How was the mission?" Despite the fever that had started to ravage your body, you pulled the duvet up around your chin as though to seek warmth.

"Fine, easy. Look, are you sure you're fine? No offence but it kinda smells weird in here...are you due a heat or something?"

You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut. Engaging in conversation was the last thing you wanted to do right now.

"Yeah I guess so. Got new suppressants, maybe I'm reacting badly to them." The lie came out too easy.

She nodded, not entirely fooled but not willing to push you. It might have been dark in the room but she could tell you didn't look your best and probably needed to rest.

"Okay, well I'll come check on you in a bit. Call if you need anything, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks, Nat."

You waited until you heard the click of the door close before you rolled over and lurched for the bin tucked under your bed. Your stomach was beyond empty now and you thought that perhaps you were literally puking your guts up at this point, but it didn't stop the nausea from consuming you. You had no clue how much time had passed since you'd gone to see Bucky, but you knew the crew were due back that evening so it couldn't have been long. Most of that time you'd spent swimming in and out of consciousness, the fever slowly rising and the pressure in your head expanding. But it was the pain in your stomach that was the worst. Your body was craving your alpha's touch and suffering without it. Your weak legs were sticky with slick and your pussy was crying out for attention. Whenever you were conscious, you tried your hardest to satisfy yourself, but it barely helped. Orgasm after orgasm only relieved the pain for an hour or so, and each time seemed shorter than that before.

You knew what this was. You'd heard of it, but it was rare because when most omegas bonded with their alpha, it was part of something bigger and something meaningful. Sex was a huge part of that, and usually lasted for days after. A physical bond in your gland might be the sign of a bond, but it needed to be cemented with passion and knotting. For some omegas, just the first knot that accompanied the bonding was enough, but for most it took a few in the days after for the mark to settle.

Clearly, that was the case for you. Except you hadn't had Bucky's knot since the incident, and he certainly wasn't going to give it to you any time soon. Which meant the bond was starting to fade and your body was freaking out. Your hormones had dramatically changed the second you had been marked and now you were reliant on your alpha's knot to keep them in balance. Yes, there were suppressants to help for periods when an alpha and omega were apart for prolonged periods of time, but that wasn't exactly an option right now. So everything was going crazy and your body didn't know how to handle itself. Neurons were firing in all the wrong places, and your body was reacting in strange ways. Sometimes your muscles contracted into spasm, sometimes they locked and became rigid. And you guessed it was only going to get worse.

All you could do was ride it out. You couldn't exactly tell the others what had happened, or Bucky would be done for and you were hardly in a condition to defend him. So you just had to handle yourself until your body settled down and realised it wasn't going to get the knot it wanted and the bond faded. Seeing as you felt like utter shit, you figured it couldn't get much worse so you were probably at the peak of it. You could easily spend the day in bed claiming to be sick or having a bad heat, and in the morning you could try and talk to Bucky about what had happened.

In your delirious state, it never crossed your mind that the Avengers might question why he had locked himself in The Cube.

-

Bucky hadn’t answered any of Steve’s texts or calls, which wasn’t unusual seeing as neither of them had quite got to grips with 21st century technology. But his bike was still in the garage, and nothing seemed to be missing from his room, so Steve knew something was up.

He didn’t want to check The Cube, because he didn’t want his best friend to be there. If he was, it meant something truly awful had happened. But it was the only place he hadn’t looked, and if Bucky was there, Steve was sure he would need his support.

That didn’t stop his heart from breaking at the sight of his comrade.

"Oh man...what happened?" Steve was slow with his approach, but as soon as he heard Bucky whimper and his chest stutter, he knew he wasn't facing the Winter Solider.

"I fucked it man, I really fucked it." Steve could tell by the rawness in his voice that this was the first time he'd spoken in a few hours.

"Y/N..." it all made sense now. You hadn't been around the compound either that evening, and if Bruce and Clint didn't know what had gone on, that meant it had to be between you and Bucky.

Steve's oldest friend looked up at him like a lost puppy. His stringy hair was greasy and hung lifelessly, mirrored by his purple bags cushioning sunken eyes. Track marks ran down his cheeks from crying, but it was clear he was all cried out now. Sitting like this, curled up on the floor in the corner of an isolated room made Steve's blood feel like ice. He had vowed Bucky he would never be in this position again, and yet somehow here they were.

"What did you do, Buck." It was more a statement than a question.

"It was just a nightmare. Just like it always is. But you weren't there, Steve. And-and she was. And it felt so good, man. She was comforting, ya' know. I actually felt safe.

But I let it go too quick. He-he still had me in his grasp and he didn't want to let go...I don't know what happened, but I hurt her. I really hurt her Steve."

He really didn't want to ask. "Is she alive?"

The nod was small but it was there. That was all Steve needed to let the breath out he was holding.

"But I bonded with her. I forced myself on her. I marked her."

The silence that hung over the pair spoke a thousand words. Steve knew sometimes Bucky didn't know how to control his alpha side, and he knew that often the lines were blurred between the Winter Soldier and his innate alpha. So he knew how big this was.

"But it wasn't you, Buck. You were him, right?"

With a snort, Bucky turned away. "What difference does it make? The Solider is gone now, Shuri made sure of that, so whatever traces he leaves are just memories. You can't blame him anymore. Only me."

"We'll fix this, Bucky. I swear. But you can't stay here."

"Steve, I'm not leaving this cage until the bond has worn off. And then I'm getting as far away from here as I can, before I do even more damage. And you cannot stop me."

🫁 Part IV

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metal arms and short skirts | bucky barnes. [finale!]

summary: waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him

word count: 6.3k

author note: LAST ONE! YAY! i’m so excited for the ending and my inbox is open for extra drabble or some scenarios you’d like to see from reader and bucky!! again (and i’m sorry, i’m lazy) lightly proof read so all mistakes are mine.

outfit reference here | bucky's outfit reference here

warning: smut (gentle dom bucky, oral sex [m and f] vaginal sex, face fucking, shower sex, praise kink, slight degradation? pet names), bucky’s body dysmorphia

read on AO3 | masterlist

Not to be hypocritical, but if you had to sit alone in this Stark lobby for another 10 minutes you were going to blow a fume, You were tired and your heels hurt. Tonight was great (except for you know who) but you wanted to go home.

Your heels tapped anxiously, checking your phone again for the time. Bucky said it would be quick but this wasn't quick (30 minutes to be exact), growing worried as you flinched and whipped your head as every person walked near, thinking it was your supersoldier.

A sigh left your lips, almost disappointed, had he left? Did he stand you up? The questions popped up in your brain momentarily, you knew better, bucky knew better and you knew of that. But those hypotheticals still plagued your mind. Just as you were ready to up and leave, a hand grabbed you gently.

“There you are, I forget how huge Starks lobbies are.” bucky spoke, a smile plastered on his face. his voice was breathy like he had just been running. His hair was all messy, have it you didn't really put it in place that securely, but it was still unusual. Also, his suit seemed out of place, his buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. Your eyes scrunched up, looking him up and down with suspicion.

“Where were you?” you asked, not meaning to sound so angry with him.

“I got caught up with Steve, then I kinda got lost finding my way back. Sorry, doll.'' Bucky said, smoothing your back gently and walking you towards the door, the cool night hit your skin and made you shiver. Bucky noticed, as usual, almost instantly shrugging his jacket off and setting it around your shoulders.

“Are you sure?” you asked, eyeing his appearance again. You fully, truly, and really didn't mean to come off as frustrated, or angry at him. But you kinda were, not to sound arrogant or like a snob. You felt stranded in the lobby, insecurities plaguing your mind in a way you were not used to. And you did not like to wait.

Bucky sensed the tension, your frustrations. He felt bad for having you wait, and he didn't technically lie. Bucky did speak to Steve and he did get a little lost finding his way back to the front, what he did in between those two events was something you didn't need to know.

“Yes, you ready to go?” Bucky nodded, trying to avoid the topic in full.

You stopped in your tracks, “I know when you're lying, Bucky.”

Bucky stopped dead as he looked you over, sighing, hanging his head down low. If he knew anything, you were just as stubborn as him and he knew you wouldn't let up. “I had a talk, with the french guy,” Bucky spoke slowly, stringing onto words that didn’t detail how he finally used the new arm you gave him.

“Bucky!” you yelled. “Why? What- what did you do?”

“Nothing! Just talked.”

A lie, obviously.

“I know damn well you did not just talk, your hair is all messy, and your suit is all out of the place,” you said, bucky forgot how perceptive you were, and remembers Nat telling him she thought you could be cut out for their type of field. “Not to sound self-centered, but if you hurt him and they found out why. That comes back on me, badly. I have a reputation around here.”

Everything went silent in bucky’s head when you finished yelling, the security he felt moments ago slowly slipped away from him. Bucky flinched at your words, like they physically hurt him– his heart, maybe.

“I guess I'm not a good choice for your reputation then, huh?” bucky snarked, he couldn't help but feel defensive. Hurt.

Your face dropped and you reached out to grab him, he dodged your touch and it felt like a bullet to your chest. “That is not what I meant and you know it.”

“Do I?” Bucky spat. “Really do I? What? Now all of a sudden you don't want people to know about us?”

“Jesus Christ, James! That is not what I meant. I don't care if people know we’re dating, I want them to! But I can't have your unchecked anger and recklessness come back on me and my job” you yelled.

Bucky scoffed, throwing his hands wildly in the air. “I’m sure your job will be fine, but great to know where your priorities are.”

You felt hot with anger, the jacket– Bucky's scent on it made it harder for you to be pissed at him right now, or easier.

Bucky huffed and turned away from you, he knew he couldn't yell at you like this, he knew it was wrong. He couldn't be mad at you when you looked like a walking angel with his jacket on, you looked hurt. bucky felt like an asshole but he also felt hurt along with the guilt. Your words hit him hard in the chest, making him breathless and feeling like an animal in a cage again.

“If you care about me, you care about my job. It's kind of a packaged deal considering it is my entire life,” you yelled, shrugging the navy blazer off and shoving it towards his chest as you went to walk past him.

You were leaving him now, he knew it. Bucky grabbed at your arm, not harsh or aggressive– desperate. Gentle, it felt like a plead. Bucky's face scrunched wildly in emotions he couldn't understand, “I defended you back there because I care about you.'' Bucky's voice was softer now, less angry. His grip loosed from you. “In the only way that I know.”

“I don't need you to defend me.” you almost whispered, hanging your head low.

“I want to. Because…” bucky exhale with a shaky breath, not breaking his gaze from you. “Because I love you.”

Your head shot up, met with blue eyes full of sincerity. Breath hitching in your throat, almost choking on it. Everything went silent, all those insecurity and frustrations were silent and all you could focus on was bucky and his breathing. Face to face, your eyes glanced down to his lips and you scrambled for a reply, despite how obvious it was. You decided on the latter.

Harshly your hands grabbed at his face, his scruff pleasantly scratching against your palms as you pulled him close, so quickly. Slanting your lips on his aggressively, you were hungry and needed to just let it out. Angry at him but you loved him too, and this is how you’d show him.

Bucky breathed you in as he followed, the same frustration coursing through him as he grabbed at your waist and pulled you closer, practically slamming you flush against him. It shot a fire of pleasure through you that made you feel on edge, bucky as well.

Your actions grew sloppy, not something you'd expect from a confession kiss of sorts. Bucky’s tongue found its way into your mouth and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly and earning a groan from him. You felt dizzy to your core.

You needed to get home, now.

“Bucky.” you wined. “Call a cab, uber... Something, please.”

Bucky hummed against your lips, continuing to kiss you as he slipped his phone from his pocket, and called an uber. He was getting really good at this tech thing if he could do that all while not breaking a kiss.

___________________

It was an utter and total miracle that the two of you could handle yourself waiting for the uber, as you sat in the back and rode all the way to your apartment. once you started up your new york apartment, bucky teased you with open kisses to your neck as you made your way through the empty lobby and towards the elevator. Barely keeping it together once those doors shut.

Bucky was aware of the cameras in the confined walls, keeping it as PG as his body agreed to. His hands tugged and grabbed at your waist, pulling you so close against him, but not enough. kissing each other wild, like feral animals, it was a mess.

The elevator ride seemed to drag out too long, you grew hungry for more, and more, more… bucky groans as you tugged at his hair and nipped at his lip and got mixed into your wines. you ached for more friction.

A moan fell from your lips when bucky brought his knee up, slipping between the slit in your dress and pushing against your core. You hadn't realized how deprived of sex you were until bucky touched you, it had been a few too many months since you'd been caught up at work to take someone home.

“Needy, sweetheart?” he pushed himself against you again, dragging another wine out. A smirk graced bucky's lips.

“Shut up.”

The elevators dings and bucky swiftly swooped you up bridal style, with a yelp and some laughter, he carried you with a smile to your door. You pushed the key into the lock all whilst bucky held you in his arms. The door swung open on accords to bucky’s foot, he kissed you while he made his way to your kitchen counter. Setting you down and pushing himself between your legs.

Bucky's skin was on fire, his cock twitched at every sound you made and he needed more. Growing greedy, he wanted everything, and he was going to take it.

Plump and swollen lips kissed down your jaw, your hands locked around his neck, and bucky’s lips graced your neck and collarbone. Sucking and nipping at the perfect spot, like he could just tell where to make you squirm.

His hands rubbed at your thighs, the thin black fabric that covered you made you both grow frustrated. You need more friction and he needed you, all of you, skin-to-skin satisfaction. Not having enough even when his hand began to rub against your cunt.

“Are these tights important to you?” he whispered in your ear, the implications made you shudder in his arms as you shook your head. That stupidly handsome smirk grew as he pushed you down on your back.

You were grateful to have cleaned your kitchen earlier today.

The weirdly erotic sound of tights ripping made you gasp, watching bucky as you propped yourself up on elbows. The two top buttons of his shirt were left open from you in the uber, and his sleeves rolled up. Bucky looked ready for a feast, he was hungry.

Bucky palmed at your underwear, a soft moan left your swollen lips. His eyes glistened up at you. “Underwear expensive?”

So caught up in the pleasure and desperation, you forgot the fact you were wearing very expensive and very nice underwear. You eyed him, “yes.”

“Too bad.”

Riiipp.

Before you could yell at him, he was already palming at your clit and your head threw back in pleasure. “Fuck.”

“You’re so wet.” bucky marveled down at you. “Fuck, I need you, baby.”

“Please.” another plead. Bucky’s finger coated in your slick wetness, running his finger down your slit sending a chill up your spine.

And then his mouth was on you and it was pure ecstasy, bucky's hand planted on your thighs and drew them further apart. You moaned heavily as he lapped at your cunt, sucking at your clit and just eating you out like he hasn't eaten in years. Sex had never felt this good and you hadn't even taken your top off or made it to the bedroom.

Bucky groaned into you, carding your finger through his hair and tugging at his locks as the knot grew inside of you. Back arching and squirming, bucky alone keeping you still. Bucky could have gotten off to the sounds he was coaxing from you alone, but his cock was aching in the confines of his pants. Bucky needs more and palming himself through his dress pants wasn't doing it for him.

You gasped when bucky’s mouth left your cunt, followed by a pained groan because you were almost there, swear it. Flesh and metal trailed up your dress, bunching it up around your waist.

“Careful, careful, bucky.” you warned him, almost forgetting what you were wearing.

“I'm careful, so careful,” he said, almost in a daze as his eyes trailed over your body. Metal hand slipped to the back and unzipped your dress, fully revealing yourself when he pulled the dress over your head. Leaving you in nothing besides a bra, and ripped-up undergarments. One leg was thrown over bucky’s shoulder, and heels dug into his back.

“Bedroom” you whisper as bucky leaned down again to press open-mouthed kisses along your chest and collarbone. He hummed a response, you laughed and bucky felt like he was in heaven for a moment, the dimmed warm lights of your kitchen shining over the two of you, making your skin glow.

Slowly, your hand felt the side of your island and opened the drawer. Catching bucky's attention, couldn't get anything passed him. Pulling out a small square package. You were on birth control and almost certain bucky hadn't been one to sleep around, but better safe than sorry. Jokingly biting on the package and sending him an over-exaggerated wink, Bucky grinned from ear to ear, eyes sparkling as he took the condom from your mouth.

You yelped when bucky pulled you flush against him again, instantly locking your legs around bucky’s waist. Holding on tight as you dropped your head into the crook of his neck, the end of his hair tickled you, and before you knew it. Bucky nudged your bedroom door open and dropped you on your bed, still pushed in between your legs.

“You're so sweet, baby. Do you need more? want it?” Bucky sweet talked into your ear.

“I do, so bad.” your hands trailed to the buttons on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them with a dopey grin, biting at your bottom lip.

But something was wrong once you got to the last button, bucky's shoulder tensed and he leaned away from your touch. “Baby? Is something wrong?”

“No, no, uh- just…” bucky gulped, he looked like he was closing in on himself again. “I'm not too pretty, doll. You've seen it.”

Oh.

Your face dropped at what he was implying, “bucky, no, no, what? You’re beautiful, every part of you. I want you, all of you. Because I love you, really.”

The blaring alarm in bucky’s head told him to flee, that you'd never see him as anything other than Hydra's weapon. The ugly scarring on his shoulder reminded him of it. You'd seen it enough, bucky knew that, you weren't scared of him. But it's different now, he was no image of desire. He didn't want to ruin your high.

“I’m serious, bucky. I didn't slave away in Sam Wilson’s blood, and use all my resources to give you something you wouldn't be proud of.” you joked, but still equally serious. Keeping eye contact with his icy blues iris. “I love you, every single inch of you.”

Hesitantly, Bucky calmed and his face relaxed. And he shrugged off the rest of his shirt, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. “I love you too.”

You weren't sure how bucky could think you'd focus on the scarring, because you practically drooled as your eyes scanned over the flexing muscles on his torso. What a man Bucky Barnes is, and he was about to take you for everything you had, thank god for that.

“Bucky.” another plead drew a new feeling out of Bucky as he saw you squirm under him.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

Your back arched against his crotch, you were so fucking needy it was driving you mad. “I need you.”

“Use your words, what do you want me to do to you.” bucky leaned down and whispered into your ears, his hot breath and dirty words made you shudder in his arms. This man will be the death of you.

“I want you to take me.” desire laced your voice. “Please, I want you inside of me, push me into the bed, be rough, anything. Take me, now.”

“Be careful what you wish for, doll,” he warned, almost hesitant in his voice at your request. Be rough, the thought of hurting you scared him to death but…

“Don't hold back, god– please, don't.” you begged, hands reaching down to unzip his dress pants, successfully letting them pool down his pants. “Ruin me, James Buchanan.”

And then it happened all so quickly, you practically got whiplash. Bucky threw his shoes and pants to the side, and tore off the rest of your tights and underwear. Bucky pulled you to the edge of the bed, sitting straight up and against him as the thin layer of his boxers grazed against your core.

“Take it off.” bucky demanded. Motioning to your bra, “I want to watch.”

“Yes, sir.” you said, earning a slight pink to Bucky’s face.

Unclasping the back of your bra, letting it fall loose and bucky's eyes traveled to every inch of you, taking it all in. bucky told himself he’d soak it up, marvel at your utter and pure beauty but fuck– he couldn't hold himself back.

Rougher than he intended to (but it made you feel better), he grabbed you by the waist and threw you far up the bed and on your stomach. Ass perched high in the air and bucky groaned as he pressed himself against you, back to chest, groin to ass. Bucky grinded against you, slow and purposeful, dragging a moan out of you.

“This what you want? Take you like this?” bucky said into your ear, already rubbing at your cunt again, slipping two fingers inside of you, meaning a gasp turned moan from you, pushing against his flesh hand.

“Mhmm.” you moaned, feeling in heaven and he wasn't even inside of you.

“Hand behind your back.” bucky demanded, still pushing his fingers far inside you, down to the knuckle. Spreading you out properly to take him. You obeyed, ad crossed your wrist behind your back. Hearing the faint sound of bucky’s boxer sliding down his thighs. His metal hand wrapped around both of your wrists.

You wished you could have seen his cock spring out, tip angry red and leaking with precum as he teased you by grinding himself against you.

“Good girl.” bucky dragged out as he slipped himself inside of you. It stung for a moment, but the pleasure took over as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. Until he bottoms out, all 7 or so inches burning in pleasure inside of you.

“You can take it.” bucky whispered, almost to himself.

Making sure you were completely comfortable and not hurting before he started to gently grind against you. It's been a while, quite literally 70+ years, bucky knew his rebound time was good (many cold showers spent by himself) but you had to enjoy this. It felt like a mission to him; get you shaking by the end of the night.

Soon your room echoed with the sound of skin slapping, and breathy moans from both of you. Bucky's hand held tight around your wrist, using that to speed up and pound into you.

You mumbled and whimper under your breath as bucky snapped his hips, harder. Bucky was attentive, more than most - he was a spy, anyways. He needed to know what made you feel good, and you were holding back on him.

“Louder. Let me hear you, baby.” he grunted, and you let go instantly. Yelling out bucky's name as he sped up, continuing to listen to your borderline pornographic loud moans.

Soon he found a pace that you responded to the most. Slow, forceful, and hard. Bucky chuckled under his breath. “You’re so fucking dirty, huh?”

You didn’t respond, only choked moans. Absolutely losing yourself in the feeling of bucky drilling into you. Every so gracefully, he turned you around and set you on your back, all without pulling out. Bucky almost came at the sight under him, your mouth gaped open and eyelid heavy and rolling back. Bucky leaned down closer to you, pulling your leg onto his shoulder, practically folding you in half. He didn’t realize how flexible you were until now.

“Oh, baby.” bucky cooed. “don’t tell me you’re going dumb on me now, use your words.”

Strangled moans fell from your mouth, hands latching onto bucky back as you scratched marks– you’d usually leave marks considering the length of your nails, but the serum made you wonder if there’d be no trace by morning. “B-bucky, mhmm, gonna cu-cum. I- I-”

“I feel you, baby.” his metal fingers fell to your clit, rubbing circles and earning a gasp from you. “Let go for me, okay? I got you.”

And you did, eyelashes fluttering as they hit the back of your head. Bucky felt it too, as you squeezed him. You were so warm and tight, he followed along quickly. Filing the condom up, a side effect of the serum he got was an insane about of semen. It genuinely scared the shit out of him the first time he ejaculated.

With the loudest, dragged-out moan, bucky pulled out of you and held you against his chest. You were still experiencing the aftershocks of the orgasm, eyes closed and chest rising heavily. “Baby?” bucky asks.

You hum softly, pleasure still shooting up your core and legs shaking. Eyes slowly blinking open, and buckys looking down at you with so much care and love - you could cry.

A grin grows on his face. He's so beautiful, you think. “There's my girl, you okay?”

“Fuckng amazing,” you breathe out, bucky laughs softly, feeling his breath on your neck. Slowly, coming down from arguably the best sex you've ever had. You kissed the top of his head, “I love you.”

“I love you.” bucky replied, accentuation the ‘you’, making butterflies flutter deep in your stomach.

Bucky's rebound was fast, already ready for another round. But you were still breathing heavily, legs shaking as you practically curled into bucky. Warm and slightly sweaty, but still comfortable. But the frenzy soon faded and you needed more. Smoothing your hands on bucky’s back, where you just clawed at in pleasure. Grazing over his scars and metal, he tensed up at first - this was still new, and you almost pulled away. But bucky just melted into your touch soon.

“I don't feel ruined.” you joke, bucky looks up at you and quirks his eyebrow up.

“Oh?”

A smirk fell to your lips as you looked him dead in the eye, “round two, maybe… in the shower?”

Like two lovesick teenagers, a dopey smile grew on each of your faces as you raced to your shower - laughing among each other. Hands roaming each other's body constantly, tugging and pulling each closer. Relief hit your body as the warm shower head turned on, bucky waited (not well, his hands didn’t leave your hips or thighs) as you took your makeup off.

Insecurity momentarily grew in your chest about your bare face, but it quickly went ignored as bucky showered you in gentle and hungry kisses on every inch of you.

Bucky fucked you against the wall, cock deep inside of you and pushing you into the tile, echoed and loud moans filling your apartment. Hoping you don't get an angered complaint from your neighbors. Bucky's hands didn’t leave your side as he turned you around and hoisted you up and around his hips as he continued to drill into you until you shook.

Then, he fucked your mouth. On your knees and ready for him. He held your chin between his index and thumb with a dark glaze across his eyes. “Wider, baby. Come on, wider– good girl.” he cooed, and you took him down your throat.

Your hands grasped around his thighs and his hand on your head as he helped bob up and down until eventually, bucky let go and shot warm cum down your throat.

“Swallow, baby girl,” he demanded but you were already there. Teasingly opening your mouth wide for him to see before you kissed up his stomach, chest, and neck.

Bucky Barnes could be surprisingly domestic, and insanely good at aftercare.

“Feel ruined yet?” he chucked from behind your back.

A fluffy loofa with lavender and vanilla body wash. Bucky was absolutely relishing in the scent that would make his day, even just for a moment. Gently massaging the areas he gripped with a stupid amount of strength, grimacing to himself as he saw bruises blossoming. Spending more time giving gentle kisses to those areas.

“A little.” you laughed, teasing him despite the fact you were only standing because bucky held you against his chest. “We got time, later.”

Later. Bucky smiled at the thought as he hid in the cook of your neck, giggling as he playfully bit at your soft skin. “You’re more naughty than I thought, huh?”

“Oh, really?” You turned around with narrowed eyes and a bite-back smile. Lowering your voice to mock him, “And how about you? Mr. hands behind your back, I wanna wat-”

“Stop,” bucky wined and swooped down and attacking you with kisses before you could continue to embarrass him. A red tint grew to his face and it wasn’t because of the warm steam. “Stop, or I’ll show you naughty, hm?”

Swiftly and almost skillfully turning the shower off and wrapping you in a towel, hugging you and making you feel the warmest you've felt in awhile. Love warmed your chest and made you glow. You could stay in his arms forever and call it home.

You swayed in each other's arms and alternating from 40s music and Faye webster and your indie rock playlist because both of you couldn't come to an agreement. Bare feet patted on your kitchen tile, warm overhead lights, and the sizzling sound of bucky making you a grilled cheese. It was bordering 1 am when you finally made it to the bed. You gave bucky some sweatpants and a shirt, he asked you where you got such oversized men's clothes and you told him you had so many clothes you didn’t remember. It was from a hookup like 5 months ago.

Bucky hummed as you began to fall asleep on his chest, feeling the soft vibrations, lulling you to a dream world. Where you felt safe, secure, and loved. But it wasn’t a dream for once - it was here and now and in the arms of a supersoldier.

Let's hope you’re not late tomorrow. Walking in late with Bucky Barnes following behind you like a lost puppy would add so much fuel to the already endless teasing from the avengers.

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Love was a tricky subject for you, you were never sure what it really was - or if you truly ever felt it.

You loved your friends, your job, your clothes, and your music. But this was a totally different ballpark, Bucky Barnes was a different type of love that you hadn't been able to wrap your pretty head around yet. You've had plenty of boyfriends; always a month or two and half-heartedly cared more. Way too many hookups, always empty promises midst of the post-orgasm frenzy.

Bucky Barnes was neither of that, this is love and it felt like home. And now that you got a taste – you can't imagine ever letting him go. Which was scary, you still had work and an entire very ambitious career ahead of you. And Bucky Barnes was Bucky Barnes, in all his beauty as the morning sun shines on him, he has his own problems.

Prioritizing was your specialty, a harsh one. You'd push people aside if you couldn't handle their problems because you always came first.

But sometime along the way of fixing some guy's metal arm, with icy blues eyes that reminded you of the frozen midwest lakes, you’d fallen in love and had a change of heart. Because from now on you decided that you’d work overtime if it meant taking some of bucky problems and keeping him in your arms forever. And he decides the same for you.

“Baby,” bucky wined, lazily wrapping himself around your waist as you sat up in bed and went over your schedule. You smiled softly down at him, raking your finger through his morning bedhead.

“Coffee?”

Bucky's eyes lit up, still groggy from sleep. “Yes. yes, please.”

Pulling the white cover off of you, bare feet on the cold hardwood floor. Bucky's hand tugged at your wrist before you could leave, the largest grin plastered on his face. His eyes were glowing in the sun, he was so, so beautiful – you could barely breathe. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Bucky.” you dragged out, tugging away.

He hummed, his strengths were far, far more than yours, pulling you back. “Nope, not letting you go - ever.”

“Then you're coming with me.” you giggled, “get out of bed.”

Reluctantly, bucky dragged himself out of bed - shirtless, might you add - and shuffling behind you like a dope with his hands on your hips. For sure smiling.

“Eggs, can I make eggs?” bucky asks, voice still low and rough.

Hot. you wore his oversized shirt – technically yours, but it smelled like him. Only your panties under, bucky’s hands roaming like a silly teenager, you had to slap his hand away from under the thin fabric, shoving a pan and cart of eggs in his hands. Parting ways to your own areas and getting rid of the morning haze.

Midst sipping on your coffee, looking down at your schedule. Bucky watched you with messy hair and the sun shining down on you. After everything horrible he's been through, his entire fucked up and over extended life. He knew it got him to this moment, and he smiled.

“Baby?” bucky kissed the tp of your head. Humming in response as your head perked up. “Can I dress you today?”

Taken aback slightly, putting your coffee down. This was serious. “Do I really trust you that much?”

“Please?” bucky flashed his pearly whites and kisses you once again. “You can pick out my outfit.”

Biting back a love-sick smile. Gosh, you loved this man too much for your body to handle. You thought for a very short moment, bucky’s eager eyes stripping you down - practically on the end of his seat.

“Fine, fine, fine–” you repeated, and bucky practically tugged out of your seat and swooped you into his arms, bridal style. You yelped - quickly cut off by another kiss as bucky literally ran to your room and closet.

You watched as bucky went through your seemingly endless clothes, also picking up the mess of dress from the night before. Bucky showed you many options, you shook your head at most but bucky kept reminding you he would listen to your opinions but his choice would be final. (“you're so picky, you could not survive in the 40s,” he snarked under his breath.)

Bucky's hand ran over a knit fabric, neutrals, and baby blue and pink stripes. Bucky made his final decisions before he even showed you, holding the flowy short-knit dress up to your body and nodding to himself.

“This, and your black boots,” he said confidently, so confident that you knew there were no other options he’d settle on.

Bucky felt like he was going to explode when you walked out, dress and boots, adding your choices of jewelry. A gold heart necklace and a flimsy gold chain bracelet.

“You are so beautiful, please never forget that, doll.” bucky mumbled into your hair as he hugged you.

“Your turn.” you said, a smirk and warmth on your face. Already had picked out the outfit before bucky could notice, you had a small collection of men's clothes but you had a perfect one for bucky. Hoping it would fit how you imagined.

Let’s just hope he's comfortable with your choice of shirt. It would definitely be a big jump.

You held the clothes behind your back, hand tracing the golden metal along bucky’s arms. It shone in the sun and sparkled, Shuri sure did an amazing job.

“How confident are we about this?” you asked, motioning to the vibranium arm. A look of compilation flashed as bucky showed hesitancy.

“Be more specific, baby.”

Showing bucky the tan rib knitted sweater, almost matching your dress. It was sleeveless. Along with some slick and high-waisted brown dress pants. Bucky almost looked disappointed as his hands took the fabric. You knew this would be a lot, you wouldn't be surprised if he asked for a different shirt - maybe a little disappointed but, you'd understand–

“Okay.” bucky said, your eyes lit up. “Just for you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“I love you.” bucky pecked your lips.

“I love you too.”

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Bucky was hesitant after leaving the house, he looked fucking insane, absolutely beautiful – you honestly contemplated convincing him to model. The clothes ended up fitting him perfectly. but at first – he walked with a burden on his shoulders.

Both decided on coffee and pastries before work. Slowly but surely as you walked down the new york streets, bucky grew confident with his appearance. He loosened his fist, as he would clench and unclench them when he was nervous. Part of bucky just felt safer around you, sometimes he felt like he could take on the world as long as you were by him.

A warm paper cup is held in your hands, passing the other to him with a smile. A bag of bread in bucky’s hand and you started for the door to - unfortunately - go back to work. This sort of morning-after date would end.

Bucky flinched when he felt a hand tap on his flesh arm before he made it out of the door. If it wasn’t for you holding the other he might have reacted on instinct and made a small scene. Another moment of being thankful for you.

Turning around, bucky looked down to see a small girl - with black hair in pigtails and dressed in purple and sparkles. Her mom stood a couple of feet behind her with an eager smile. Her eyes looked up at him with… hope? Bucky feels stunned.

“Are- are you the winter soldier, sir?” the high-pitched and nervous voice asked. Bucky was scared to respond, but he looked back at you and you just smiled, nudging him forward.

“Yes, that's me?” bucky bent down to her height, and the little girl's eye lingered on his metal arm. He felt insecure again. “And who are you?”

“My name is lily,” she smiled brightly.

“I’m Bucky,” he said, forcing a small grin. She giggled for apparently no reason, but that was just kids. Her eyes lit up.

“Look,” she said and raised her arm, pulling her sleeves up and bucky’s breath caught in his throat. “We have matching arms.”

Showing bucky a prosthetic arm from her elbow to her hands, “wow.” was all bucky would say. You stood behind him with a smile.

“The boys at school… they make fun of me for it, but my mommy sad you were a superhero and you have one too,” she spoke, bucky wanted to cry. For the girl and whatever bullying she went through (fuck stupid little boys) and because he's never once seen himself as a superhero, not like how Steve or Natasha was. “So I think it's really cool now, I wanna be a superhero just like you.”

Bucky laughed, mostly a nervous laugh. Happiness warmed in his chest and maybe, he was going to explode in this small Starbucks. “Yeah, you can be a superhero. The best.”

“Bucky? Can you sign my arm? I want to show my friends.”

Only now noticing the black sharpie in her hands, bucky contemplates if he's in the twilight zone or something. Glancing back at the mother behind her before taking the sharpie from her, a smile permanently on his face now. “Sure, here?” he looked at the forearm of her prosthetic.

“Yes!” she giggled excitedly and threw her arm in front of him, ever so gently he grabbed it and scribbled his name onto it. He's never practiced his signature - he barely knew cursive anymore but he tried his best. It came out sloppy and a little too big but the girl looked down at it like it was a treasure.

She jumped slightly in her place, “thank you, bucky! Thank you, thank you!” she waved her hands as she ran back to her mother with a skip in her steps, showing her mother the arm, a glint in her eyes and smiling from ear to ear.

Bucky rose to his feet, almost stunned. You had a knowing smirk on your face, pride swelled in your chest for him.

“That just happened?”

“Yes,” you nodded, taking his hand in yours and continuing out the door. The touches of the warmth of the sun hit your face. “I told you the arm was cool.”

Bucky still remembers you telling him that the first time you met, and remembers the world feeling upside down when you did. That moment was only a month or so ago yet it feels like a lifetime has passed. He's grown so much and learned that his past doesn't have to haunt his shoulders forever.

Some insanely genius girl in short skirts taught him that. And now he had her at his side for as long as she will let him. Smiling up at bucky and making his world feel lighter, warmer. Bucky Barnes had a long recovery ahead, and you had a lot more love to give. You'd be there for him in his worst and best moments, constantly lighting him up and helping him see himself as more than a machine.

Because with you he was human, a lover with a cool metal arm.

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Syd wasn't the only one treated badly this season. As a Sydcarmy shipper, I didn't get a kiss or love confess scene and that's okay. I'm not jumping ship until Chris paint me a obvious pic that Syd or Carmy doesn't have feelings for each other. (And to be honest he's doing a shitty job at it). The tea, margrin wider, his perfect meal delivered to Syd, she putting in his play with love n care.... His apologies in episode one. Storer is not beating these Sydcarmy allegations.

If I can make it through "Scandal" with my girl Olivia Pope being a mistress n used like a door mat for the White House and all sort of men. I pray I have the strength to deal with the shit show The Bear just handed it audience in Season. SPOILERS BELOW

Most of the characters in this season was treated like shit, not just Syd (I know we want a love story. But nothing good comes easy). We are at a point where Syd n Carm are not on the same page and one of them is planning to breakup with the other. I like the angst makes the show more realistic.

I don't hear anyone crying about Ebra running the whole sandwich window by himself for a month maybe more!!! That shit was soo unfair. He was doing a two or 3 mans job for 1 pay check. (The side window was Syd's idea and we later found out that most of the money they make was from it). Tina was also treated badly by Carm, to the point where she got overwhelmed. We saw Syd stepped up n told Carm she would handle T. Becuase she knew if Carmy handled it, Tina would've walk out on his ass.

Cousin was also treated like shit (him and Syd got the most heat). I'm surprised he doesn't have panic attacks after dealing with Carmy's madness. Carmy changed everything Cousin did (dining setup) and everything Syd did (menu wise).

Carmy also treated his sister shitty. His constant menu changes and all the paper work she had to deal with because of his mess. That was soo heartless considering she was pregnant and close to delivery. But, Carmy didn't care about that, he went right back to not asking her how she's doing.

Only the Faks were painted in a good lifght this season, and I don't know why. It's so weird. They got too many screen time. The writers should have used those times to answer some questions for the viewers. But, instead, they wasted it on Faks and the Computer guy, who was rude to Syd and wanted Marcus gone. Nat was an OG for standing up for Marcus.

Marcus was also mellow, but I think it's because he lost his mom. Everyone was careful around him, and did their best not to overwhelmed him.

I need some of you to quit thinking Syd was the only one catching heat this season. I'm not pulling the black woman card yet. I like being fair. And right now, I'm hope the fandom doesn't die because I can see some really good fanfic with angst based on this season. Or theories as to how Carmy will handle hearing that his fear of Syd really leaving this time for good, might come to pass.

And a big thanks to everyone who's post the gifs. Y'all really should get paid for these things. Just absolutely breathtaking and creative.