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thinking abt older sisters bsf! nat 🤭
your sister being wanda, and nat is obviously her best friend. wanda is always protective with you but since you both grew up with nat she could easily slip through the gaps.
her and wanda would always come home as a pair when they did, you chose to live with your parents while you attendees a smaller local college.
the first time natasha fucked you she snuck off away from wanda while she was sleeping, she’d find you still awake probably studying. she begged you to stop for a bit and come hangout with her.
you two would be cuddled up in your bed watching something, her hand would slowly roam your body.
you’d share a small kiss that would lead to her fucking you into your mattress. 🤭🤭🤭
every time wanda and your parents would go out to do something, natasha would make up some excuse not to go and she’d stay and fuck you the whole time they were gone.
ugh i love this so much 😵💫😵💫
Oh okay so this is what we're rocking with today? Cause yeah anon, you've hooked me!! 😌😳
A few thoughts on that if I may ✍️
The first time she snuck in your room, she convinced you to watch a movie with her. It started out innocently at first. After all, this was something you would regularly do, but usually not with just the two of you. As you watched the screen, her hand rested on your thigh, caressing the skin. It would inch up closer, painfully slow, and you couldn't deny the ache in your lower stomach building. Your thighs pressed together tightly.
"What's the matter sweetheart?"
With a smirk on her lips, forcing you to tell her how bad you needed her. How you wanted her to make you feel good. She kissed you softly at first, savoring the way your lips tasted, wanting to relish the feeling of your first kiss. Natasha would waste no time after that, knowing at any moment the two of you could be caught.
"You're taking me so well, fuck, this pussy was made for me."
"Shh, sweetheart, you have to be quiet. Don't want to wake anybody up, do you?"
"I know you love it.. the idea that someone could walk in right now and see you being fucked like a slut."
"That's it, baby, that's it. Give me everything. Shh, just one more, one more time."
The two of you spent the night tangled in your sheets, Natasha drawing out orgasm after orgasm from you. She left you a whining, whimpering mess, to the point you couldn't even speak.
She cuddled you until you fell asleep, but when you awoke, she was gone. You went slowly down the stairs, seeing your sister and her best friend eating breakfast at the table. You sat next to Wanda, trying to act as if nothing had happened.
After that night, she spent every minute she could in your presence, coming up with every excuse she could think of to stay home with you. The second the car rolled out of the driveway, she would be on top of you, her hands slipping into your panties wherever you were. She would fuck you for as long as she could whether it be ten minutes or two hours.
One evening, she had you on the couch, enjoying the squirming mess that you were underneath her. Your moans filled the room, along with the sinful sounds of her fucking you.
"That's it pretty girl, just like that. Let me hear those pretty moans."
Because any time you were alone, she wanted to hear those broken cries of pleasure, your name leaving your soft pink lips. But as you moaned her name, the familiar sound of the front door unlocking sent a shock of panic through your both your minds.
The two of you tried to part as quickly as possible, but as Wanda walked in, she could see what she had interrupted. The bag she held dropped, and anger was written on her face as she took in the sight before her: the two of you panting, breathlessly. Natasha was still pulling her shirt over her head while you attempted to put on your sweatpants. Both of you had red and puffy lips. A purple bruise was still fresh on your neck, and your hair was wild.
Wanda looked to you and the to Natasha, her fists clenching at her side as she stepped further into the living room.
"What the fu-"
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When the Cat and the Mouse go for a midnight dance.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Tags: Agent Natasha x Criminal // Antihero Reader, violence, blood, murder and death, questionable moral reader, romantic insinuation (but not smut). Basically reader being a little shit and Natasha being tired of it. Fun and violent times :)
Summary —> Natasha has been chasing you, a fugitive and self claimed vigilante, for a while. One night, your paths cross again and you can’t help but to tease her a bit.
WORD COUNT: 2025
The sun’s warmth has faded, yielding to dense shadows that engulf the streets. Amid dark corners and treacherous alleys, fear triggers instincts, the sympathetic system heightening defenses and hijacking paranoia. Adrenaline kicks in, heart racing, body preparing fro any kind of danger looming around the corners.
And yet, you’ve always found a sense of comfort in it.
“Nah, I’m telling you, man, forget him. I’m not going back; that place is a hellhole.” a slightly drunk voice slurs, echoing against brick walls as rats scurry from dumpsters. A lighter crackles, followed by smoke drifting in the chilled breeze.
”Oh yeah? So, when are you telling him that?” Another scrawny voice asks with amusement. A silence, followed by a dry chuckle. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Smoke drifts slightly with the breeze, temperature drooping slightly.
“Shit, it's freezing out here.” One of the two complains.
The darkness the night brings…It allows you to hide. Yourself, your actions. From praying eyes. From the world. Perhaps even God if you are a believer.
“We’ve been safeguarding the warehouse for ages. What’s in there that he cares so much about?” he asks, taking another drag of his cigarette. For his voice, it was easy to guess he has had the nasty habit of smoking for years.
“Who knows. Drugs, guns, people…his usual shit.” His friend answers. “Honestly, I rather not know.”
You take the shot on your hand, leaving it on the trail before shaking your hair messily. A sigh scapes your lips as your hands pull down on your uncomfortably short dress.
“Whatever. I don’t give a damn as long as the money keeps flowing. Maybe he could throw in one of those spare companions of his.” The smile in his tone is evident.
“What? Want his sloppy seconds?”
“Oh fuck off.”
It allows you to either be the prey…or the hunter.
With practiced, seemingly haphazard steps, you maneuver your way toward one of the two men outside, their head turning immediately. “Woah there, sweetheart,” the one who catches you slurs, his hands immediately on your waist. His eyes darkening as he stares at you. “We wouldn’t want a sweet thing like you to hurt herself now, would we?” His breath reeks of bourbon and tobacco, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at how effortlessly this is playing out.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Your voice is sweet, innocent—a trap. “I’m so clumsy.” He laughs, revealing yellowed and crooked teeth.
“That’s alright, glad I was here.” A silly giggle, another stumble.
“Got lost?” His friend asks, currently behind you. “You shouldn’t be. There are dangerous people out here.”
At least he got that part right.
The shorter one of the two steps closer. “I was just looking for something. Think you can help?” you say, looking up with doe eyes. He appears foolish as he stares with a blurry gaze.
A whistle. “Sure thing.” You find yourself almost trapped between the two.
“Great, thanks.” Your voice returns to normal, and in a matter of seconds, you punch the one in front of you in the throat. His dirty, clammy fingers release you in panic to clutch his throat, emitting a pathetic choking sound.
“What the fu-” As his friend reacts, you swiftly turn around and knee him in the groin. He howls and crumples to the floor with a cry.
“You bitch-“ Douchebg A says as he swings, movement sloppy. You easily dodge, making him tip and fall over his buddie, the two grunting. With a sigh, you grab the collar of his jacket and drag him to the vent of the rooftop, slamming him extra hard for good measure.
He is about to strand up, but you punch him on his nose with all your strength, one, two, three times until blood drips all over his gray shirt. As his back drags down the wall behind him, you kick him full force on the face.Between the pain and the alcohol on his system, he remains seated.
Just as Douchebag B gets on all fours, you walk towards him and kick him on the stomach, making him drop to the floor once again. He rolls around, trying to get away but you grab his hair and slam him downwards.
Making sure both of them are now unmoving, your hands catch the dagger strapped on your thigh and the map. Douchebag B is still wheezing, with a concussion probably. Crouching, you shove the map on his face. “Alright. So, about that help. Point to me where the warehouse is.”
He grunts. “Like hell I’ll tell you.” He spits. A sigh escapes your lips.
”It’s never easy with you people, is it?” Flipping your dagger, you stab in the side of his lower thigh, making him yelp. “I’m not asking nicely again. Point it or I’ll take this out and you’ll bleed out in a few minutes.”
He sputters, shaking his head. You dig deeper and he lets out another cry. Dragging it down, blood starts to spurt, skin and muscle ripping. “Fuck okay, okay! Here, i-its here…S-shit.” His shaky hands marks a street, leaving a smear of blood.
You turn to watch Douchebag A. “Now, you are going to say the address. I hope for both your sakes that it matches.” He mutters it. A pause as your eyes scans the map.
You fold it, a satisfied little smile on your face and then you pull the knife out, getting away just in time to avoid a spurt of blood. “Uh, messy.”
His friends curses. You can see how his face gets pale, breaths becoming shallower as a pool of blood starts to surround him. “What the fuc- He told you! W-we told you!”
Wiping the knife with the soon-to-be dead man on the ground, you put it back in place and walk towards him. A pipe on the ground lifts as you step on it and you grab it.You pout mockingly. “Yeah, I guess you did. Don’t worry, I believe you.”
“Y-you sick bit-..:”
A swing. Two. A sickening sound of broken bones and then nothing.
The silence returns once again, only slightly disturbed by your soft humming as you go back on your steps, closing the rooftop door and returning to the dim hallways of the club. As you advance, the thrumming of the loud music beat alongside your racing heart, a mass of drunken bodies not giving a single fuck at the suspicious now maroon spot on your midnight blue dress.
Entering the bathroom, you swiftly change into your standard attire, concealed within a hidden backpack. Black jeans, a wine crop top, and a dark blue denim jacket replace the compromised ensemble. Glancing in the mirror, you prepare to rejoin the dance floor with a specific goal in mind—the bar.
Where a cute, striking bartender is apparently engrossed in serving drinks. You say apparently because you know that in reality, she is too busy searching for you. Opting to spare her the pursuit, you lock eyes, and your heart quickens for an entirely different reason.
Forest green eyes fixate solely on you, creating a euphoria-like sensation despite your sobriety. A subtle smirk materializes under the focused gaze, and with a gentle sway of your hips, you approach her slowly, almost teasingly. On your way, you accidentally get in the way of a woman, who ends up backing away on a body next to her. ”Oh, so sorry!” You call out with an easy smile, still not changing directions.
“What? Not using the “what is such a beautiful lady like yourself doing here out of all places” line?” You tease, sitting on the stool, resting your chin on your right hand. She scoffs.
”Oh please, we both know that the lady is fully aware of what she is doing.” Her voice is deep, a bit raspy. Her words are calculated and you just want for her to lose her composure.
With a playful tone, you note. “Hm, you didn’t deny the “beautiful”. Do you fancy me, Agent Romanoff?”
“Hm, perhaps. Only if only you weren’t a worldwide fugitive.” Natasha answers back, tone dripping with mockery.
”I’l take that as a yes.” She wipes a glass, your eyes tracking the simple yet effective movements. “So, tell me. How many to the party did you bring today? For your sake, I hope they aren’t rookies.”
Natasha scoffs. “The building is surrounded. If you come willingly now, it all would go more…easy. For both of us.”
A snort. ”Aw, and cut short this cute Tom and Jerry little game we have? Please. We both know you enjoy it just as much as me, Natalia.” Her name comes out in almost a whisper as you get slightly closer. Your words hang in the air, charged with tension. “Don't tell me you don’t reveal on the thrill of the chase.”
She chuckles, the sound rich and low. “You and your flair for the dramatic. But let's not forget the reality of our situation. You are a criminal, and I’m tasked with bringing you in.”
It’s funny, really. The way in which this banter is maybe the only thing that makes adrenaline rush into your veins, well that besides your job of course. Still, you can't help but feel amused by it. “Yeah, sure, because your buddies are going to stop me. Let’s see, then!”
Clapping with your hands happily, you turn around slightly to look at the crowd. “Who will it be? PDA couplet over there?”
Natasha follows your pointing thumb, frowning when she sees the girl you shoved “accidentally”, now passionately making out with a tall, brunette dude. “The ones who guarded the exits which are currently tied up in the janitors closet?…Or perhaps the one who will tell you about my little handywork?”
Just in time, a slight buzzing tingles in the Russian agent’s ear. “Agent Romanoff, we found two gang members on the roof. One is already dead, several blunt trauma, and the other is about to bleed out. He has a few minutes tops.”
Her veiny hand grips the counter, knuckles turning white. A low whistle escapes you at the sight. “I mean, you could try and stop me yourself. Let me say, I’m not opposed to you putting me in handcuffs.” You tease with a dangerous glint in your eyes, your fingers tracing her left wrist up to her bicep. If she is bothered because of your touch, she doesn’t show it. But you see how her grip relaxes ever so slightly. Hm, interesting. “...or you could go, get the information from that dying bastard before it’s too late and you end up being stuck in a dead-end. Again.”
The wheels in her head are practically visible. Her eyes darken, and her jaw tenses. Oh, how you love to see her all worked up, knowing that you are one of the few who can break her cold composure. You mouth a tick-tock and with a hard downing of the bottle on her hand to the counter.
”This isn’t over. I’ll get my hands on you eventually.”
A pout. “Promise?” With a last scowl, she flies off.
Rushing through the stairs, the cold air hits Natasha on the face, her eyes adjusting to the poor light. “How is he?” Her eyes fall on the weapons you used, hand grabbing the now blooded pipe.
“I already cover the wound, but the blood he's lost is too much. He won't make it to the medbay.” Crouching next to him, Natasha see the sickly pale tone of his face, eyes practically close and hears the shallow, broken breaths. Her eyes inspect the now covered deadly wound and grunts in frustration. “Hey, can you hear me?”
No response. He is dead. Out of frustration, she punches the vent next to him. “Um, ma’am? You should see this.”
A brick wall, right next to the door, with a message written in blood. “When you stop scowling, give me a call dear. Swear I’ll play nice.”
Grunting in frustration, Natasha throws the pipe against the wall, fuming. Looking over the street, she doesn’t see you anywhere. You are gone, even if something tells her you are giggling under the shadows.
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Can I request a Nat x r where r uses the strap for the first time with Nat and being insecure they won’t satisfy Nat like Bruce or other her past lovers but Nat reassures r and then r makes Nat cum like she never has before? Please and thank you❤️❤️
Love On Me
Needy!Nat x reader
18+ MDNI
an: tysm for this request! so sorry for it being late but as I mentioned before I am still settling in at uni! I really enjoyed writing & i hope you enjoy reading just as much <3
Frantic movements and clashing teeth quicken with fervor as Natasha grinds on top of your lap. Needy groans slip past her lips as she tries to pull your bodies impossibly closer. You separate from her lips and smirk at the whine that leaves her lips. Her plump lips chase yours with a frown as you back away. If you weren’t immensely horny you would think it was cute.
“What’s gotten into you? Hmm?” You ask sweetly as you tuck a piece of her fiery hair behind her ear. Her breath heaves as she tries to pounce. You can’t help but giggle at her eagerness. You put your palm on her sternum and press lightly. Nat’s face flushed as she is forced to use her words.
“I need you so bad, honey.” She whines and presses her soft pillows on your jaw, biting slightly. You let out a groan and almost instinctively grab her hips.
“I need you to use the strap on me, please. Need you to fill me up good!” She seductively bites and moans into your ear.
A shiver runs down your back. Natasha who is the more experienced and dominant one in your relationship is now practically falling apart for you. You would be stupid if you didn’t race at the chance to have this beautiful woman at your beck and call. Yet, all you can think about is if you’ll ever equate to the partners shes previously had. Nat was your first, and hopefully your last. She showed you the ropes in terms of your sexuality and you are terrified of being a disappointment. The need to make her feel like the most special woman on earth runs deep in everything you do.
Nat notices your hesitation. You’ll never speak it out loud, but having a spy girlfriend who is trained in all things non verbal communication doesn’t really make hiding things easy.
Natasha moves her hands to rest at the nape if your neck, forcing you to look into her eyes.
“Detka, what’s the matter?”
You shake your head and move to kiss her. Your unsuccessful attempt at skipping this conversation quickly ended when Natasha disconnected your lips from hers. Tasha took your hands in her own as she stared deep in your eyes.
“I am immensely needy right now but we are not doing anything until I know what’s going on.” Nat sweetly kisses you cheek and caresses your hand. You know that you’ll forever and always be safe with Nat.
“I want to do this, fuck. You have no idea how much I want this-“
“But?” Nat looks very vulnerable right now. This is what you didn’t want in the first place. Nat opened up about her previous experiences early on in your sexual relationship. Her vulnerability didn’t come easy and yet here you are with her. You shake your head profusely and take a deep breath.
“What if i’m not enough? What if I can’t make you feel as good as you make me feel?”
Natasha shook her head with a warm glint in her eyes.
“Oh detka…” She shakes her head and kisses you passionately and pushes you back onto the bed. She seductively trails her teeth up your neck until she reaches your ear.
“You’re gonna put on the strap and you’re gonna fuck me. You’re gonna make me cum and have my legs shaking. You’d like that, hmm? Splitting me in half with your cock. Cus I need that so fucking bad, please. Just please I need you so bad!”
You let out an almost animalistic growl. Need is seeping out of your pores as Nat grinds her hot cunt onto your thigh. You don’t know what came over you but you gain all the confidence in the world. You flip Natasha onto her back and place your knee in between her heat. She lets out a whiny moan, desperate for more.
“God you’re so pretty for me. I need to fill you up right now, need to fuck you till you can’t remember your name.” You pull off her clothing in a hurry. Your mouth latches onto her over sensitive nipples. Her back arches closer to you as her hands snake to the nape of your neck and tug.
“Please!” She whimpers hotly. You smirk at just how needy she is. Her state makes you want to make her feel the best you can.
“Don’t you worry, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” You whisper in her ear before you move away from her and get yourself situated. The look of pure lust on her face as you strip in front of her. You do struggle with putting on the strap for a bit. Natasha gets on her knees in front of you to help with the harness. Your breath leaves your body for a moment when she takes the faux cock into her mouth while maintaining eye contact.
You can’t help but thrust your hips into her wet and inviting mouth. The feeling of the strap nuzzling up against your clit as she sloppily blows you feels euphoric. You don’t know how much longer you can wait. You need to be in her; splitting her in half. You remove her from your strap and push her onto the bed. You take the strap between your hand and tease her clit.
Nat moans out loudly wantonly as she begs for more. Her hands snake down to your hand i hopes to speed things up. You tsk as you continue teasing her. Being the more dominant one doesn’t happen very often, so you are enjoying all of your time. Her whines grow louder as time goes on. Her sopping cunt drips on to the silk sheets with no remorse. Your mouth opens in awe at how worked up she is.
“Shh, baby” You coo, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” You give her one last bruising kiss before you slide your strap fully. Something comes over you as you pound into Natasha. You get drunk off her loud moans and whimpers as you thrust deep into her. The only thing on you mind is how much you need to make her cum. You have turned Nat into a babbling mess. Her hair is thrashed about on the pillow and drool slides out from her mouth onto the bed below.
“Hmm, fuck I- hmph please! So good y/n! please baby please need it so bad.” She slurs as he eyes struggle to maintain eye contact. You’re grunting into her due to the sensation of the strap snugly grinding into you. As Nat lets out a wonton moan, you start to struggle with the strap. She’s clenching so tight that you knew it was almost time for her to cum. Your hand slides down her body and lays purchase on her swollen bundle of nerves. Your fingers rigorously massage her clit as your thrusts don’t let up. Natasha cannot form sensical sentences at this point. Her body is thrashing and fingers grip onto whatever she can get her hands on to brace her. You’re basically drooling at this point. You can feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you as you watch the woman you love fall apart under you.
“Fuck, baby you’re doing so good for me. I wanna come together.” You groan at the sight of her bucking her hips into you. “Can you do that, hmm?” She nods and you kiss her forehead. Your thrusting continues as the familiar feeling starts growing stronger. Your thrusts falter the closer you get.
“Baby I need you to cum for me, okay? I can’t last much longer I need you to cum. Come one princess, come for me.” You begged as you couldn’t hold your orgasm back any longer.
Seeing you fall apart from pleasing Natasha was the last nail in the coffin for her. Guttural moans surfaced from her as she came underneath you. She was blissed out to notice the rushing fountain that was expelled between her legs. You looked in awe at the beauty in front of you.
Your thrusts slow to a complete stop. The only noise in the room is the sound of your labored breaths. You slowly remove the strap from inside of your lover. Her quiet whine at the feeling of being empty is heard. You lean down and lovingly kiss her. Slow and sensual is the name of the game and you want to make her feel loved.
Natasha snaps back into reality with a lazy smile and a peck to your wrist.
“Hi baby.” She smirks while playing with your hair. You grow back to your shy self as you’re unable to maintain eye contact with your lover. You face plant into the crevasse of her neck and shoulder with a groan. Natasha let’s put a hearty laugh at you.
“You just gave me the best sex of my life and now you’re all shy? You are ridiculous.” She giggles and you groan once more.
You both will definitely be doing this again.
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Dumbass - Adam Warlock
Adam is a tough guy, but he's also a hard headed dumbass who doesn't know when to stop, and who also doesn't know how to ask you to help him.
Adam Warlock x guardian!fem!reader
contains: inury, cussing, fighting, tension, stitching someone up. reader is human like quill, a lot of dialogue.
requested by the lovely @carliim mwah! <3
Adam was a dumbass. Grade A, classic, book defined dumbass. All he knew, all he was good at, was fighting. Defending, throwing punches, using his powers to tear others down. He didn't think, he didn't process, he just fought.
And that is how he ended up here, lying on the dirt with a gash on his shoulder and his uniform torn halfway off. Groaning in pain, unable to lift himself up off the ground. This is it, he thought to himself, this is my end.
"Goddamnit, Warlock."
Standing above him, a cloud of dusty haze surrounding the fighting grounds as the enemies laid dead on the ground, you shrugged looking down at the pitiful god beneath you. He groaned again once he made eye contact with you.
"How come I always have to clean up your messes?" You leaned down to help him stand up off of the ground. Draping his arm over your shoulder you helped him walk back to the ship. Both of you rolled your eyes at the team's comments, rocket's whistling and laughing.
You took him back to the medical bay where you began to patch and clean his wounds, taking care of him like you've done time and time again. Frankly, you were getting sick of it. You were tired of always having to pick him up off the ground, stitch him up, to only do the same thing again two weeks later.
"Why do you look like that?" he asked you, laying on the cool table while you cleaned out the gash would as best you can.
"Like what?"
"Like you're mad, like you want to punch me." Adam responded, his voice raspy but quiet as he laid at the mercy of your healing hands.
"Because I do. Each time I stitch you up, I hope it's the last. I'm tired of this shit," Adam winced as you began to thread stitches to his shoulder after the wound had been cleaned.
He scoffed at your words and rolled his eyes, "humans, you're so entitled." Adam winced again in pain when you pressed hard on his shoulder after his comment toward you.
"Gods, you're so fucking dumb."
You spent the rest of the time fixing his wounds ignoring his comments, groans, fits of rage he had against you. He always did this any time you cleaned him up. It was so unfortunate that you were the only one available to do it, wasn't it?
You sent him off to sleep while you cleaned the med bay, and to cool off. It always took everything in you to not rip his head off. You always thought to yourself that one of these days, he is going to cry for your help again, and you won't give it. One of these days...that's gonna happen.
"Mind if I sit?" Adam asked, standing behind you with a blanket wrapped over his shoulders.
"Kind of." He sat beside you anyway, not too close but not far enough where it was awkward. Adam rested his head on his hand which was propped up by his knee, staring out into space as he sat next to you in the cool night air.
Minutes of silence went by before he spoke, his low and raspy tone making goosebumps appear on your skin against your will.
"I don't intend to be so rude to you, I don't know why it's my first reaction." Adam admitted, looking down at the dirty ground beneath him. He heard you sigh and saw you shake your head, biting back a smile.
"I forget you're only...a few years old." You started in response, "it's because boys are mean to the girls they like. It's just...how it is."
Adam frowned, looking out into the stars. He felt bad. He didn't intend on hurting her feelings, he didn't like making her feel bad. He didn't like seeing that sad and depressed look on her face.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve to be treated like that, you are deserving of the stars and everything beyond them." Adam turned toward her, gracefully putting his hand on her knee.
She sighed, taking a deep breath looking over at him with heavy hooded eyes. "I know. Maybe one day you'll man up enough to give them to me."
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If Without You
part one | part two
"Weeks after resettling in Delacroix; Louisiana, Bucky found someone who feels like home. Suddenly, it's not so bad to let someone in through the barriers he built around himself over the decades."
[5.6k] | i think this could be read as a standalone, slightly insecure bucky, cuddling, making out, morning sex, handjob, cunningulus, p in v action, unprotected sex, sam is literally a psychic who can see through bucky's sexual life because that's what best buddies are for
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.
There were times scattered throughout Bucky's life that made him question whether he'd make it out alive or not. Often with a piece of ripped cloth cushioning a deep wound or with the sight of the barrel of a gun pointed right towards his face; he wondered if he could walk out of there in one piece. Sometimes he wanted to, sometimes he wished that it would be the last mission of all.
One mission he was sure that he wouldn't survive was you.
Sweeping you off your feet, doing all the things his heart practically ordered him to do; all while trying to survive through your beautiful smile and easygoing nature. If looks could kill, yours would- not because it's harsh or stoic or anything, but because you looked at him with so much adoration that it made him feel like his heart was going to plunge out of his chest all of a sudden, and land itself on your hands.
Ever since that first dance you two sloppily shared at your living room, swaying side to side with laughs and the remaining adrenaline pumping through your veins from the kiss- oh, to relive that kiss over and over. Although each time your lips found his felt pretty much like heaven on earth, he felt as if there's no way he could forget the way you knocked his breath out of his lungs with the soft press of your lips against his, pulling him deeper into the void you created in his head with that timid smile and shiny eyes.
Both of you were naturally shy. You told him that it's been a very long time since you've last dated anybody -and obviously, he understood that, not like he had any chance to actually talk to anyone on a friendly basis as the Winter Soldier before he resettled in Delacroix, Louisiana with Sam- and that you'd love to take it at a slower pace. He was more than happy to oblige, opting to keep the love declarations and 'i would literally die for you's at bay as he held your hand through walks all the way from the start to the end of the lake's harbour, exchanging stories and theories and snippets of fun facts with you until his cheeks would hurt from smiling too much.
Boy, he was smitten. He was down so bad and Sam was never going to live it down.
"So, if you actually went back in time and killed your grandfather, you wouldn't be born. Which means since you're not born, nobody's killing your grandpa. Which means you're actually born, but now that the grandpa is alive, you go back in time again-"
"Sweetheart, you're overestimating my intelligence." Bucky laughed out, earning a playful scoff from you as he sat with you by the back porch of the Wilson residence. "You gotta stop if you don't want my brain to just ooze out of my ears."
"That's disgusting to think of." Your soft pout twisted his heart so tight that for a moment, he wanted nothing more than to just sprint all the way and dive into the lake and never come back up. You took a small sip from the bottle of beer you held, offering the rest to him, which he took with gratitude.
"Hey, lovebirds! Remind me again why I'm the one cooking for you here?" Sam called out from where he was standing, right next to the grill with his sleeves rolled up, apron hugging his figure tight. "In this household, we help one another. Live love laugh and all that shit, get your ass up."
Bucky shrugged, defeated, before reaching in to press his lips against your hair and getting up from where he was seated next to you. You watched him walk towards Sam and give him a pat on the shoulder; you were sure that handling the grill was a one-man job but Sam needed an audience sometimes, didn't he?
Getting on your feet, you swatted at the back of your pants to get rid of the dust before walking in the house, trying your best to maneuver through the play-fight session of the kids as you really didn't want to get drop-kicked by one of them. "Hey baby," Sarah's soft hum planted a smile on your lips as you walked towards her, wrapping your arms around her figure from the back to rest your chin against her shoulder and watch her chop away some vegetables for the salad she was preparing.
"Hiya," You mumbled out, eyes heavy as a side effect of hunger. "How's that going?"
"Bold of me to assume any of those boys would pay any attention to veggies while meat exists, but it looks fine." She chuckled to herself, pushing your hands away to turn around and get a better look at you. "How's that going?" she asked, tone taunting as she definitely meant whatever it was between you and Bucky.
"It's um, it's pretty good." you couldn't exactly hide your smile. "He's great, and… Yeah. It's good."
"Good." she repeated, returning to her chopping duty with a playful smile on her lips. "It better stay that way. If that boy ever hurts you, I'll chop him up and serve him like a full course meal."
"Please don't do that," you laughed, shaking your head as you leaned on the counter right next to her. "Doesn't seem like he'll hurt me anytime soon. It's just that, um, sometimes we're like, talking about our feelings and.." you take a moment to glance out of the window, huffing out as you see him. "When things get intimate like that, he's kind of hot and cold. I understand why- I just hope that I don't scare him off, you know?"
"There's no way he could do better than you anyway," she hummed in a playful manner and as softly as she could muster, eyes still on the cutting board. "He's been through an awful lot, Y/N. You know it better than I do. Just talk to him if it makes you uncomfortable, yeah?"
"He definitely deserved better." you sighed out, pulling your sleeves up to wash your hands, deciding to help her out with the rest of her task.
"Can't believe Sam's actually good at something other than running his mouth," Bucky muttered, hand on the small of your back as he walked with you through the dimly lit path towards your home. No matter how many times you insisted that it was safe to walk home alone, specifically in this neighborhood since you knew everyone; he never let you walk home alone at night. He couldn't risk that.
"Give him some credit, he's actually a talented dude." your laugh just made him pull you closer, your shoulder against his chest as you kept walking. "I um, I was just thinking, and I thought maybe you'd like to stay over tonight?"
"At your place?" he asked, earning a nod from you as you smiled up at him. "In the same bed? Scandalous."
"Stop being an asshole!" your small giggle fit wasn't exactly helping you with your mission on slapping his abdomen, as you shook your head and took a deep breath to recompose yourself. "You're acting like we haven't shared a bed before."
"That's different, sweetheart. Those were just short naps," he brought his arm up to wrap it around your shoulders this time, holding you secure. "I don't wanna inconvenience you in any way, you know, with the nightmares and stuff."
He couldn't see your pout at that moment, but could feel the shift in your demeanor as you brought your arm back a little to wrap it around his waist. "I don't mind that at all, Bucky. And like, think about it, what if it helps to have somebody by your side when you wake up in the middle of the night?"
His only response was a short shrug as you heaved yet another sigh. Stopping right on your tracks, you stood in front of him, as he held onto your arms momentarily because of the abrupt stop. "It's not just the happy, having fun, easygoing Bucky that I like. I like you- the entirety of you. Not just all those wonderful traits you have but- the things that bother you, too. The nightmares, the self-doubts, the remorse…"
Bucky didn't look at you anymore, instead choosing to focus his gaze on the ground. "I like everything that makes you my Bucky, do you get it?"
"Do you really mean that?" God, he sounded so small. So insecure, and it just made you want to wrap him up with a blanket and hold him through the month.
"I really mean it, baby. You got me."
"Fuck- I love you so bad." he didn't even give you a moment to comprehend what he just said before pulling you into an incredibly tight embrace, as if you'd just vanish into thin air if he ever dared to let you go. The two of you, with your decision of taking it slow, have never dropped the L-bomb before and you certainly weren't expecting him to be the one to say it first.
You hugged him back, an ecstatic giggle escaping your lungs as you buried your head against his shoulder, pressing butterfly kisses here and there through the fabric of his shirt. "I love you too, Buck. More than anything. But you gotta let me go sometime because I'm pretty sure I just felt a spider crawling up my ankle-"
His laugh brought you back to sanity -not really, you felt insane ever since you met him- and he finally lessened his grip on you, pulling back a little only to press his lips against your forehead, trailing all the way down to the corner of your lips. "Sorry about that."
The rest of the walk felt easier, lighter. Bucky swore that he could feel his soul trying to vibrate its way out of his body and you admitted to feeling the same way, but that excitement didn't make you uncomfortable in the tiniest bit. You made him feel alive and he wanted to remind you just how much you meant to him over and over until you'd shush him- with your lips.
Having him around made your house feel a bit more home-like, his comfort from being around you quite literally brought warmth to the atmosphere of the entire place. He was seated comfortably by the sofa, one leg propped up on the cushions with his attention on the TV in front of him, a random travel documentary playing with the volume low enough to almost lull him to sleep.
Your energetic return kept him up though, as you excitedly grabbed his hand to pull him up -in which, obviously, you stood no chance because that guy literally had super soldier serum running through his veins-. He stood up with a lazy grin after reaching for the remote to turn the TV off, arms finding your sides almost as if he was about to tickle you. "Bedtime?"
You nodded rapidly, letting out a squeal when Bucky just picked you up from where you stood, carrying you bridal-style towards the bedroom as you chuckled childishly. "You're so fucking cheesy!" you beamed, and he returned your smile with almost the same amount of adoration. "Only for you."
You couldn't help the way your heart beat so fast and hard against your ribcage as you patiently waited for Bucky to get ready for bed. Thankfully, you had a pair of his sweatpants which he spilled some wall paint on earlier, washed and folded away until you could remember to give it back to him. "Since you really oversold this event," he spoke to you from the bathroom, tone a bit taunting as he slowly made his way back to bed, bare chest displaying the border which kept flesh and metal apart. "I'm expecting a full-on reading me to sleep, playing with my hair as we go, stuff like that."
"Shut up before I actually agree," you puckered your lips, arms on either side just so he could climb onto bed and right to your arms. And he did just that, but instead of cuddling into you, he decided to tuck you to his side, figuring that he'd eventually find his way into your arms in his sleep anyway. "What did you have in mind for our first ever pillow-talk session?"
"Do couples really plan those out? I thought we were supposed to improvise," he teased back, comfortable against your soft pillows as he drummed his fingers against your bare thigh slightly clinging onto his body. "What's on your mind?"
"Kinda wanna kiss you." you blurted out right away, pulling a laugh out of him as you chuckled along. "But that might be just too scandalous for a virtuous man like you, Mr. Barnes."
"I've kinda been wanting to kiss you for a while too, so no judgment." his smile grew when you looked up at him, reaching in to place a small kiss on top of your nose as he spoke. "Still, definitely too scandalous."
You rolled your eyes before your hand which was formerly resting on his chest went up to get a hold of his face, thumb running against his stubble for a moment before you closed the distance between the two of you. He was quick to melt into it- enthusiasm seeping through the way his lips locked into yours in such a gentle manner, tongue grazing your lip as he slowly pushed you back to the bed, holding himself up with his vibranium arm.
You felt like you had to get impossibly closer, arms and legs wrapping around him like vice as he towered over you, thin blanket still hanging onto his waist. You couldn't help but mewl into the kiss when he deepened it, free hand pulling one of your arms away from his neck just to intertwine your fingers- making you feel as if you could start crying at that moment. He was too sweet for his own good.
He pulled away for a breath after a while, chucking when he noticed you chasing after his lips momentarily. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." he muttered out, forehead against yours, weight comfortably keeping you warm.
"I know, just kiss me though."
He couldn't help but laugh at that, pausing for a few moments to gather his thoughts. He wanted to. "It's- I just- It's been a long time, you know, for me." he let out a slightly distressed sigh, only smiling when you brought your hands up to grab his face again.
"We don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable doing, honey," you reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips. "Don't think about it too much. We can just go to sleep if you want."
Your understanding nature made him want to break down right there and then, but he only nodded, reaching in to kiss you for one last time before letting you sleep.
It had been way too long since he ever felt the touch of a woman- not even that, but since he ever felt comfortable with someone touching him. Hugs and pats on the shoulder were alright before he met you, and through you, he was now enjoying cuddling and stuff like that too- but intimacy? He wasn't sure if it wouldn't overwhelm him, and he didn't want to disappoint you.
Even though there was no way that he could ever make you feel disappointed.
You were content with the amount of kisses you've got, smiling to yourself before eventually letting sleep take over you. It took him a bit longer to fall asleep, staring at your sleeping face with a warm smile on his lips before even closing his eyes to begin with. But he found comfort in the sound of you breathing right next to him, sounding peaceful enough to eventually bring him to the point of slumber.
Bucky was surprised to wake up when the sun was already up. Most nights, he'd wake up before the sun, sit by the door with a bottle of whatever he had nearby and wait for the day to begin- but today? He woke up with his head against your chest, your arms wrapped oh so tightly around him and your peaceful light snores.
He didn't even dream of anything and he would kill to have a night like this on a regular basis.
You suddenly started to stir awake, probably because of him moving around a bit- and let out a soft yawn, arms yet again finding their way towards Bucky's side to keep him close. He didn't know what time it was- he didn't care, all he wanted to do was to just lay with you all through the day if possible.
"Good morning," you drew in a deep breath, exhaling through your parted lips before rubbing your eyes to get them to open. Your limbs felt like jelly- you slept so comfortably that you could sleep for another sixteen hours if you closed your eyes.
"Morning, beautiful." Bucky mumbled from his side of the bed, eyes watching your every movement with adoration as he waited for you to get to your senses and wake up completely. It took you a minute or two, as you hid under the blanket again to escape the cold. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like a log," you chuckled to yourself. "I'm sorry. I probably wouldn't have noticed if you had another one of those dreams and woke up, or something.."
"I actually didn't." he admitted with a shrug, smile sheepish. "Didn't dream of anything. Didn't wake up. This is probably the most sleep I've got in a long time."
Upon hearing that, you propped yourself up on your elbow, hand finding his to bring it up to your lips, leaving kisses all over his knuckles. "In that case, you should stay over more often, yeah?"
"Yeah," he whispered out. "Thank you. For loving me, I mean. And letting me stay here."
"Christ, you're thanking me for that, you sap?" your laugh got him a bit flustered but he would never admit to that, as he watched you try to fix your hair. "I'd ask you to, like, move in here if I wasn't afraid of scaring you away."
"Nothing you could do would ever scare me away," his tone was soft as he spoke, shifting on where he was seated a little bit to have the blanket covering his torso, too. His next words came within a whisper, so quiet that you could barely register. "Can you touch me?"
"Touch you how, honey?"
"Like lovers do."
It took you a full minute before his words registered completely in your mind, biting down a grin just to not seem overly enthusiastic about his newer, profound trust. "Are you sure you want me to?"
"Fuck, yeah," he chuckled, amused by his own certainty, and maybe the hints of desperation. "I had time to think about it before you woke up. I really, God, really fucking want you to- but I was just worried last night, that I-"
"Buck, you don't have to explain yourself," you sighed out a smile, reaching in to caress his cheek with the back of your hand. "I understand. I just need to be sure that you're alright with this. Just- if it gets too much, tell me to stop, and I will. No questions asked."
He simply nodded at that, but you needed further confirmation there. "Words, baby."
"Yeah, I got it. I'll tell you." he replied straight away then, chest heaving with the deep breaths he took as your fingertips trailed all the way from his cheek to abdomen, slow enough to appreciate every single inch.
"How long has it been? Since.."
"Too long." he breathed out. "I didn't- couldn't trust myself. And anybody else for that matter- but you definitely changed that. Obviously."
"Obviously," you repeated, watching as your hand disappeared under the blanket before pushing it a bit further down his waist, just until it could rest over his upper thighs. Fingertips grazed through the rest of his body, clothed, hips jerking slightly when you ran the tip of your finger through the obviously growing tent on his sweatpants.
You reached in to press your lips against his then, kissing him softly just so you wouldn't overwhelm him. His lips moved in sync with yours, gentle and feather-like. You were slow, just to test the waters and see if he would regret his decision anytime. He still seemed a bit apprehensive before you finally started to palm him through the material, a choked gasp leaving his lips as he shut his eyes tight. You pulled away from the kiss for a moment to check on him. "How does that feel?"
"Fucking hell," he replied, although his hips still moved up a bit to meet your hand halfway. "Good. Very good, just- keep going, love."
You weren't going to tease, not today. Not when Bucky basically trusted you with the entirety of his body. You only stopped momentarily to slip your hand through the elastic waistband of his sweatpants, now the only material separating your hand from his length being the thin fabric of his boxers. He hissed out a string of curses before you cut him off with your lips again, giving his length a feel through the material. The rumors about the serum's doing definitely proved themselves to be true then, because you could barely imagine how his throbbing member would look without the restraints.
You felt him wriggle a bit to pull down the remaining of his clothes and you let him, barely able to break away from the kiss to get a good, actual look at him. "Pretty…" you mumbled out, Bucky laughing with his head against the bed frame. "Shut up."
You wrapped your fingers around his erection before pushing yourself up to sit, gathering your spit in your mouth before letting it fall on his already leaky tip, using your thumb to spread the moisture through his length. "Go easy on me, christ." you heard him whisper behind you, chuckling out an apology before you gave him a firm jerk, grinning to yourself when he bucked his hips up a little to meet your first. His palm was reassuring on your waist, metal hand gripping the sheets to keep himself stable. "Wait- wait, baby," he panted out, causing you to slow down your deed before craning your neck to get a look at him. "Don't wanna- fuck, how do I even- I don't wanna come like this."
"How do you want it, then?"
"More like, where I want it," he sighed, face burning up even more when you grinned up at him. "Inside."
"Oh really now?" you teased, internally cooing at how defeated he seemed when you pulled your hand away. "You sure you won't chicken out, Sergeant?"
With a roll of his eyes, Bucky quickly got a hold of your waist, pulling you up to his lap as you giggled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before reaching to the hem of your t-shirt to pull it over your head. With your bare breasts in display, Bucky didn't waste a second before pressing his wet lips against the flushed skin of your neck, causing you to squirm in his hold. Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to your body as he trailed his kisses and nips all the way down to the valley of your breasts, looking up at you for a moment as a silent ask of consent.
You nodded, biting back a smile with your fingers massaging his scalp, before he managed to pull a sigh out of you with the way his tongue rolled over your nipple. He slightly pinched the other one with his free hand, rolling the bud in between his fingers as you hummed appreciatively, muttering out any sort of praise you could think of. He was slow, doing his best to be as gentle as possible for both of your sanities.
"Lay down for me?" and who were you to say no, when he asked that nicely? Carefully climbing off his lap, you laid back down on your former spot, eager hands reaching out to touch him in any way possible. He didn't give in at first, swatting your hands away playfully with a chuckle before sliding down the rest of his clothes off his legs slowly, reaching for yours to do the same. "Can I?"
"I'd literally let you run over me with a truck, just stop asking," your chuckle resonated with his as he slowly slid your shorts and panties down at one go, gentle hands pushing your legs apart when he managed to throw them on the ground near his. He had to suck in a deep breath upon the sight of you, bare and submitting, all for him. "Get a feel of how wet I am, Bucky."
He obliged quickly, using his metal arm to lean on the mattress as he gently ran his middle and ring fingers through your folds, unable to help the gasp that left his lips as he looked at you again. "Fuck, you're drenched."
"You did that to me." you whispered, as if somebody could hear you if you spoke any louder. "You have no idea what you do to me all the time, honey."
A breathy chuckle left his lips as he brought his fingers up a little to rest them against your clit, giving you a moment before slowly adding pressure and circling the bundle of nerves. You let out a quiet curse at that, chest heaving with the deep breaths you took, tongue darting out for a moment to wet your lips again. "You can do it harder, if you want."
He nodded, adding a bit more pressure as he watched your figure squirm under him, wet fingers gliding easily on you. Your legs shook a bit, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you reached to grab his wrist, just to press him harder against you as you let out a soft moan. "God, I love you."
Bucky smiled at that for a moment before speaking up again. "Can I try something?" he asked, earning an eager nod from you before he moved his body over a bit, face dangerously close to your mound as he pushed your legs apart just a little wider. You held your breath, already excited before even feeling his lips on you.
"Just tell me if you want me to stop anytime," he hummed aloud, leaning in to press his lips against your inner thighs, leaving butterfly-like kisses all over the soft skin before finally giving you what you want and gliding his tongue through your drenched folds.
The way you whined sounded almost pathetic, making him feel the way his blood rushed to his cock, before he started to toy with your clit using his tongue. He was so wet and warm against you, lips closing around your bud to suck on the skin just enough to drive you crazy. Shaky moans, grunts and pleas for him to go harder left your lips nonstop, your fingers carding through his hair to slightly tug on the short strands.
He kept flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs were shaking around him, unable to let out anything but moans of his name. He could feel how close you were getting on such short notice, hole clenching on nothing with your wetness coating his lips, some getting on his chin. He desperately wanted you to let it go, to be the one to bring you such pleasure and bliss; and just the thought of it made him suck on your clit harder, eliciting a moan louder than the ones before. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck- Bucky, baby, don't stop," you breathed out, a loud whine leaving your parted lips as your hips raised to meet him halfway, squirming, eyes about to roll back anytime soon.
And with a final lewd flick of his tongue, your entire body shook, warmth coating your body from below as you released, jaw slack with the intensity of your orgasm. He held you tight through it, licking you clean like the gentleman he's always been, before leaving one final kiss on your hip bone and raising himself up to hover over your panting figure again. "Hi."
"Hi," you croaked out, laughing in pure bliss. "I had no idea that tongue could do this."
"You underestimate me all the time," he shook his head disapprovingly, leaving a wet kiss on your lips as he wanted to let you recompose yourself before doing anything else. "Are you alright?"
"More than alright," you whispered, arms wrapping around him again with a soft grin. "Won't be that alright if you keep me waiting any longer."
His chuckle seemed so genuine that you couldn't help but laugh along, as he slowly reached downward to get a hold of his length; tip all red and leaky with impatience. Gliding it through your folds tentatively, he slowly slid the tip through, hissing along with you as you held onto him tighter. "I'm okay," you mumbled, eyes closing with the slight pain and sensitivity. "Fuck, you're just so-"
"Don't say it," he teased, giving you a moment to adjust before pushing himself further, enjoying your broken whines until he was balls deep inside of you. You felt so full- filled to the brim with a part of him which was so sacred and intimate, feeling the pain vanish with each passing second as you clenched around him experimentally. He let out a low groan at that before pulling himself out a little bit, just to push back in, skin flush against yours as he fell into a rhythm of slow, deep strokes.
Your mewls blended in with his grunts, as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on your shoulder, enjoying the much fancied feeling of your inner walls keeping him in, tight and warm around his hard length. He felt as if he just died and went to heaven- there was quite literally no other way that he could describe the feeling. You, clinged to him like he was your lifeline as he tried his best to keep his rhythm going, southern regions getting far more eager than he'd like to admit.
"You feel so good," he whispered right against your ear before leaving a warm kiss under it, earning a nod accompanied by a whine from you. "Fuck- How does it feel, hm? How does it feel for my baby?"
"Bucky," you moaned out, too busy trying not to get lost in just how heavenly it all was. "So good, so fucking good- just a bit faster honey, please."
He'd never say no to you, no matter what. So he did exactly what you asked him to do, pace picking up in speed as he reached for your lips, swallowing down your moans with his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled out the rest of the room to its brim as you wrapped your legs around his figure tightly, wanting nothing more than to just feel him even deeper, harder.
"Fuck, baby, gonna come soon," he whispered against your lips, earning a hasty nod from you as you licked over his lips, too fucked out to form a coherent thought. "Gonna fill you up so good, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Hearing him, your virtuous Bucky, who'd avoid suggestive talk with a flush on his cheeks and change the topic fast enough to get teased saying things like that was driving you over the edge, affecting you way more than you'd like to admit.
The rhythm of his thrusts broke apart a little as he let out moans louder than before, right against your lips as you felt a pleasurable warmth fill you up, making your coil snap too as you pulled him closer, sweaty forehead against his with your eyes rolled back. He was panting against you, still snug inside just to savor the feeling before you tapped his shoulder, a tired laugh escaping you.
With a lazy grin on his lips, he slowly pulled out, not missing the way you let out a hiss in discomfort as he did so. Feeling his seed seeping out of your hole wasn't the most favorable part of it all, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't surprised to feel a pair of fingers pushing them right back into your entrance. You squirmed with the sensitivity, a whine leaving you as you reached to grab his wrist again. "You're fucking filthy."
"Just not wasting anything." he hummed happily, but his smug expression left him quicker than he thought it would when you pulled his fingers towards your lips, sucking him clean with your tongue obediently. "God, you're the one to talk."
Later that day, Sam couldn't miss the constant grin on Bucky's lips as he helped the other to sort out the net they'd be using for fishing, to see if there were any big holes that needed a fix. He shook his head to himself, signature grin making its way up to his lips. "You fucking dog."
"What?" Bucky snapped out of his trance, happy expression falling as soon as he noticed how Sam was looking at him. "Alright, first of all, shut the fuck up-"
"Can't believe a dude over 100 is actually getting laid."
"Sam, I swear to God-"
"Just don't die on her, m'kay?"
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These hands to let it go free and this love came back to me / OUAT FanFic AU ⚔️
Pairing: Charming!Nikolai & Snow!Amelia
Summary: What happens when your brother crashes your wedding with an unexpected gift that made you question your love and worth? A curse.
Characters mentioned : Ben Barnes as The Dark Prince, Liane, Cole, Ethan, Cassandra, Jeremy, Cherik and etc
Note: There was a time when the couple was on the run hiding from the royal forces, going as Nicholas & Amara
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The wedding bells were ringing in the heavenly lit castle with guests from all over cheering as the couple dressed in whites and browns smiled being newly announced as husband and wife.
Snow in her pure feather dress with red edges to give it an accent as Charming was dressed in browns and blacks, his captain hat styled with a deep green feather attached to the inside.
Just then, the doors banged open and in swung the dark prince of crime, a king of shadows you can say holding up a playful fireball as he giggled. The crowd gasped, some yelled and others knights raced in protection as the prince with a flick of his wrist threw the guards back then glared at the couple.
“How cute. Didn’t think of inviting your brother to the wedding?” Yelled the dark prince of crime.
Charming held his wife closed and pointed his sword as he spat, “Get out!”
“Relax, brother. I’m here to offer you a gift for your precious little wedding and you’ll like it.”
“I don’t want it! Get out, Alexander. Your not king anyone, only a mere prince.”
“Oh hush, you never let me finish. Here’s my gift, this whole day will be a peaceful one, I’ll even give you the week. But starting Sunday at the tip of midnight, I will destroy your happiness, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Charming ordered the guards to get up and lock the castle, as he threw shadow sword straight at his brother, in a cloud of smoke older man disappeared. But he left with a cut on his right arm as the shallow sword dropped.
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Weeks—months past as Charming and Snow, also known as Nicholas and Amara when on the run, have gotten that news with their friends and found family. As they tried to all search for the prince, regroup and find a way to stop whatever cursed plan that is coming their way.
Nikolai was searching one night, stressing about it in the king’s office of their castle as he spoke with Marlene and Melissa about it. Princess Liane, sat down trying to figure out how it can play out.
His wife stole him for a moment, telling everyone else to rest as she stood in the castle’s kitchen making him a sandwich as he sat down listening to her words. He adored that she was always supportive and there to ease his emotions with a couple of smoothing words, even when he felt he had the entire weight of world on his shoulder.
She placed the sandwich on the table telling him to eat as she listened to his worries and rubbed his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“My heart, you’re in need to sleep and regroup later. You’ve been practicing your sword fighting all week and if not, you’re scouting with Marlene..” She said with a sigh, “He’s just trying to get into your head.”
“He’s not. He once held me captive in his chambers underneath the castle because he thought I was a better sword man than him. Poison me with a stupid apple and gave you a sleeping a curse..” He replied taking a bite out of the sandwich humming.
“If he hasn’t inactive since the wedding, he won’t be now. He’s petty and narrating a path that will lead him to more hate towards you. He wants to get in your head and not feel worthy of your title.”
“Am i worthy of this?”
“You married a farm girl, who was thrust into a world of royalty. You showed me and others kindness despite all you faced, so yes. Your worthy. And our child will see that to be true.”
He pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed small circles at catch their little prince or princess attention. He whispered a few sweet nothings to her belly and smiled getting a small kick in return.
Then he thought of something and smirked, “Your child. I want to ensure their safety if it’s the last thing I do..and will have to ask Cassandra to do so.”
She gave him a confused look with slight fear, “I-is that asking of too much? What if she says something that isn’t true?”
“It will be. We can resting knowing they will be alright, protecting them from my brother and his dark plans will be worth it. She can see the future!”
“If she says I’m twins I’m gonna be freak out.”
With that he laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He always planned on day having at least 3 children with her, especially knowing that she will be an amazing mother.
Within 48, Cassandra they arrived at the castle after guarding her flowers and spells to tell them all the truth behind the plans. Her eyes turned white and held up a finger with a odd look on her face.
She sat at the round table and spoke softly, “..The dark prince is casting a curse to spend us all to a land without magic, helpful dreams will never arrive. It will take over as much land as possible. He is teaming up with..the prince of mischief and Shaw to help with his spell.”
Those words caught Erik and Charles attention, as they sat the round table with their children Cole, Meira and Ethan. Erik grunted and looked at his husband who sighed already thinking of what can be done to protect their young.
Liane sighed looking at Ethan and then Nikolai, as she heard Cassandra speak softly what she can see. 3 villains all in one go, but the main one was Alexander who caused the grand curse as to destroy everyone at play. She wanted to protect her soon niece or nephew from all of this just as much as the parents did, hell she wanted to protect her found family along with herself. Alongside her crush, that was Ethan.
Cassandra opened her eyes as if her flashes were over as she said, “I didn’t see much but we all don’t survive this smoking dark curse. But we can save ourselves once it’s hit.”
Nikolai groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as he shared a look with Cole, and asked, “How? My child is a stake here, Cass! My brother will be..”
“Relax! We can send a few into the curse with knowledge of it all.”
“I’m not risking that. Erik come on, our friends likes are at stake and we only half will know.”
Erik sighed and grunted, “You think I like this? I don’t. But if we can go with Cassandra’s plan find a safe spot and do a few thing, it will work.”
Cole scoffed, “Yeah, sure dad, with what?”
“The Enchanted Forest is filled with trees of all kind, if we crave one with elements of magical escape, we can send all of that.”
Liane asked, “You can’t be serious. What? Are we gonna make a wardrobe out of a tree?”
“She’s onto something. Yes that can work! Melissa can help carve it.” Ethan added as Meira nodding knowing where to find such tree.
Cole and her disappeared in a cloud of smoke with Erik to go search for it with a second to spear. Amelia was quiet the entire meeting, rubbing her husband arm as she leaned into her chair. Liane noticed wondering what exactly she is thinking as she noticing her friend look at her husband with worry. Melissa share a look with the other girls.
“Mia relax. It’s gonna be fine..” Liane spoke, fixing her tiara with a smile, “I heard stress is bad for the baby.”
She sighed, “I have not given up hope..but who will go through the wardrobe is my worry..”
“Depends on the magic it can hold. My heard my father say it sometimes take up to 3 people or more..”
Nikolai looked down at his wife and kissed her cheek, “I got everything under control. And if we can’t find one, we will still find each other.”
“And your brother? Honey, you got bags under your eyes..we all do.” She asked with so much concern for him and their friends.
“If he shows up, I’ll let him know that he will have to wish he never enacted the curse in the first place.”
“Cole will try to kill him along with you…”
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3 trees were found, as Melissa and Cole’s husband Jeremy carved it in the at the man’s workshop. Jeremy was a pirate first, builder second as he grinned.
The idea that wardrobe might protect memories and because children are most likely to believe in fairytales, they will remember once the reach the land. The adults might not remember every single thing, or so they think.
Rick, Roch and Luna planned on bringing their kids into one.
Bruce and Natasha suggest it would be for the best. Everyone single of them had their own plans and businesses to take care of that they kept a secret from each other.
Cole being the wiser one of the crew, knew if he didn’t make it into any wardrobe he would remember and know everything, by hearing the sound of any one of the kids names he will snap out of the trance and enact his murder to Alexander. He may not like Nikolai too much but Amelia was like a sister to him.
Beside that, Cole and Alexander had their own problems together in the past before he even knew that he was Nikolai’s older brother.
Suddenly the curse hit as cloud of smoke started to wash over the land as the crew started to fight for their lives, bringing any children to safety to the crafted wardrobes. At one of the castles, knights were coming as Erik was fighting them off with Ethan as he out of his own reasons, pushed his son into one of wardrobes closing it knocking him out cold.
Let’s just say Ethan arrived to the real world due to being knocked out cold without as many memories of his past near the woods of a city. It was rather fuzzy for him but he was fine, going on his merry way. Creating a bit of trouble that will come to bit in him the ass later on, in the future being a daughter named Belladonna.
The kids however arrived at the real world as well but somewhere else as the curse it them, waking up in their beds within a town. Where their parents there with them of course, but given cursed memories of not being fairytale characters.
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Meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest, as the curse was slowly washing over the woods into the rest of the land, Amelia was panicking a bit more than she thought she would. Not as much as Nikolai, who was preparing himself for a possible war with Cole, if any arm came to anyone in the castle.
Amelia placed a hand over the belly, looking at the small bassinet nearby that was meant to their son. She looked over at her husband, not feeling like a princess but a little farm girl in worry as she said, “I’m ready to leave you..”
Nikolai placed his sword on the table and cupped her face, “You won’t be alone, my brother will pay for this.”
She sighed, “I know he will. But Cass and Cole predicted we will see everyone again on his 18 birthday..the closest thing is 16th. He will need his father.”
“And he will, tell him tales about me. How I slayed a dragon on my first try or how I became my time sailing a ship with Captain Hook.”
“You are so confident in this whole thing aren’t you?”
“I have courage and compassion, I learned that from you. Mainly, i have my wit, my charm and my powers..”
He about to say something else when he sensed a pressure in the air, then sudden his wife gripped his hand tightly muttering that they had bigger things to deal with it.
They were about to have a small surprise.
A few short moments later, Amelia was on the bed screaming in pain and cursing out how she can’t have the baby now. Nikolai held her hand trying to hush his wife’s worries, yelling for the doctor to do something.
The whole castle was abuzz with chaos. Liane fighting against the evil guards outside, Marlene flying about trying to give her wife time with any additional stuff to the wardrobe. Cole was on the rooftop of the castle with a murderous glare as Alexander and his curse reached closer than ever, trying any protective shield.
That was when Jeremy raced into the bedroom, with sword in hand telling Nikolai that the final wardrobe was ready, about to help get his friends to the nursery. Nikolai about to carry his wife and move her out to the wardrobe when the doctor told him to not take any chances, as their son was about to be born now.
Alexander reached to castle with his guards surrounding the place on the rooftop fighting Cole as Nikolai’s chuckled softly at his son being born and placed into his wife’s arms.
The curse is here, they basically failed. He was leaning towards the two pressing a gentle hand on his head hushing his cries as Amelia smiled with tears in her eyes humming a tone.
He was so small yet so beautiful, wiggling and whispering a little as his cries calmed down.
“Hey Joshua..our little love..” Amelia whispered smiling.
Nikolai used the back of his finger rubbing his child’s cheek and smiled, “..welcome to world, you couldn’t wait a few more hours could you sweetheart?”
“We failed..that’s okay..”
“But at least we’re together.”
Amelia paused for a moment and sighed wishing her husband’s strong wit and clever beliefs didn’t rub off on her but it did. She looked at him and said, “Go fight your brother..”
“What?” Nikolai said, holding his son in arms now fixing his baby blanket to keep him warm.
“..take him to the wardrobe with Jeremy and go help Cole..”
“No. Darling, no I can’t leave you like this right now. And not our son!“
“You said it yourself! We need to have courage and believe we will be okay, he will come back to us. It’s a risk, I know…”
“But we have to take it. We have to give him his best chance no matter what it takes. I hate it when I’m right.”
She pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead, telling Joshua to be a trooper for his daddy as Nikolai smiled softly hearing her, kissed his wife quickly grabbing his sword and rushed out. He joined Jeremy in the hallway who was fighting his brother’s knights and raced down the hall, defeating them to fight more keeping Joshua relaxed in his arms.
Jeremy lead the way to the nursery, as he rushed off to kill some guards that were coming to Amelia’s room to find Melissa trying to wake their friend up but she was knocked out cold.
Nikolai raced into the nursery, stabbing a knight and dropped his sword to create a shadow to knock a few other guardsmen out cold, hell he made sure they were dead.
With a flick of his wrist, he flung open the wardrobe’s doors and placed his son inside safety pressing a kiss to his forehead telling him to have courage and find them soon as he closed the doors.
Just as he did, in a cloud of green and black smoke appeared Alexander and Cole neck and neck trying to kill one another. Nikolai stood up with a shadowy smile and glared blasting his brother to a wall, as Cole pinned the man to the wall shouting at him.
Two verse one, as the 3 of them fought and as the smoking clouds from the curse becoming a storm, that rip off the top of the ceiling as Nikolai gasped pinning his brother to the ground holding up a shadow in his a hand.
Cole was behind him, trying to block the storm and yelled, “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere horrible.” Alexander said smiling with a glare.
“No shit dipshit.”
“In a few moments you won’t remember you were fighting me.”
“Very specific.”
Nikolai with a last minute stitch to leave a mark, pulling his sword in front of him and cut his brother in the same place he did months ago during his wedding day. A way for his brother to remember, that matter what happens he will never fully destroy his spirt. Alexander shouted in pain and pushed his brother away, causing him to storm back then attack Cole with a blast.
That was when cloudy spoke louder, engulfed the whole castle sending everyone to a town called Fighter-town, Maine.
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Prompt 1 || Bucky giving Y/N a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed. — Requested by anon <3
Prompt 2 || Y/N: What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? Bucky: ... What do you usually do when I’m gone? Y/N: Wait for you to come back. — Requested by @writing-for-marvel <3
Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader
Word Count || Less than 400
Contents & Warnings || fluff, minimal angst — no warnings.
Random prompt event || Masterlist
It was around 5:56 AM when Bucky’s alarm rang—he was going on an overseas mission in a few hours, and he needed to pack his stuff for the trip.
The alarm woke you as well—your peaceful sleep disrupted.
Bucky tried to get up from the bed to start packing, but you held him tight—arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala, trapping him.
A weak “no” leaving you.
“Doll, I know you want to cuddle. I do too, but I have to get up, baby.”
You groaned out in annoyance but let him go nonetheless. He was much stronger than you, so there was no point in trying to keep him in bed.
You watched with hooded eyes as he packed, wanting to take him in as much as you could before he had to leave.
Once he was all done, he came to your side of the bed, sitting down on the mattress.
“I’m gonna miss you, doll.”
He leaned down to give you a sweet kiss—once, twice, thrice, as many as he could deliver before he had to get going.
You grabbed him by his shirt when he tried to get up, pulling him back with the bit of strength you had so early in the morning.
“No, what am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”
“What do you usually do when I’m gone?” His hand rested on the side of your cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb.
“Wait for you to come back!”
He chuckled, flashing you his perfect smile, “and I will be back doll. I promise. It’s only a week-long trip.”
He gave you a final kiss on your forehead, tucking you snugly into the comforter before he was out the door. And now, all you would do was wait for him to come back like you had told him.
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but he likes her better (part 1)
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pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader
genre: angst
summary: peter’s been distant lately so you come and try to check on him
A/N: i’d appreciate it if you guys give me feedback on this fic hihi 💕
requested: no
requests are OPEN
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You ring the doorbell at Peter’s home, closing your umbrella and putting it at the corner as you wait for someone to open the door. You jump at the loud sound of the thunder, goosebumps appearing on your skin by the coldness of the wind. You decided to pay your boyfriend a visit because he’s been distant lately, making you worried sick. You wanted to see how he’s doing since you figured out that it's his typical behavior whenever he’s going through tough times.
Aunt May finally gets the door and immediately pulls you inside, “what are you doing out here Y/N? it’s raining cats and dogs outside!” she asks, running over your body to check if you’re wet. You chuckle softly as she rushes to the kitchen to bring you something warm to drink. “I’m here to see Peter, is he here?” you ask, following after her. She hands over the mug with hot chocolate, the relaxing aroma entering your nose. “He’s up in his room” she reply.
You thank her and head straight to your boyfriend’s room. You knock on his door, “Peter? It’s me Y/N” you say. No one replies and you wait there for a short while when the automatic lock he made starts to make a sound, “come in” you hear him say faintly. You walk into his small bedroom, he was sitting in front of his computer doing research you assume. You stand beside him, “Are you okay? I’ve noticed that something’s been bothering you lately” you ask as you settle down the mug on his table. His eyes still locked on the screen, “yeah” he replies quietly. You sigh, still not contented with his answer. You put a hand on his shoulder, “Are you su-“
You get cut off when he jerks your hand off his shoulder and stands up, “I said I’m fine!” he shouts. You flinch at his reaction, you take a deep breath and calm yourself down - you understand that maybe he’s stressed and overwhelmed with school and with his life as a vigilante. You try to approach him but he raises his voice once again, “can you please stop bugging me? Gwen would give me space if I asked her to do so”
“What the fuck did you just say, Peter?”
You felt a sharp knife stab through your heart, your lips quiver as tears starts streaming down your face. Realizing what he just said, he starts to walk towards you with guilty eyes and opens his mouth to talk. “You know, I don’t even wanna hear it. I’m sorry I can’t be Ms. Perfect like Gwen. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m not good enough” you reply softly as you motion him to stop coming to you. You open his door, “goodbye Peter”.
You wipe off your tears and go down. You spot Aunt May already looking at you worried, she probably heard Peter’s voice a while ago. You give her a fake smile, “thanks for the hot chocolate Aunt May. I uh should head back now”. You don’t wait for her reply as you bid her goodbye and rush out of their home. You start to jog away, your umbrella completely forgotten.
He still loves Gwen you thought to yourself.
Why wouldn’t he be? She was his first love for God’s sake. She’s a top student, her family is quite wealthy and is well respected, she’s pretty and perfect. Everyone in your school idolizes her, including yourself honestly - every single thing about her is admirable.
No wonder he’s still in love with her.
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No Fancy Stone
Blurb: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha dealing with her daughter's first love. Takes place after the fight in Scotland in Infinity Wars
TW: None I think, mention of a little blood, ambiguous ending.
A/N: Probably a one off. Don't share writing much but this didn't suck entirely. Yay I did it.
"I love her and no fancy stone is going to change that," Wanda said firmly.
Natasha looked her over for a long time before nodding and following her back to the medical area. Wanda cupped Y/N's face and wiped a trickle of blood off her cheek. As she watched someone else take care of her baby, Natasha couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Even after the team split it was still she and Y/N against the world.
It was the look of pure adoration and love on Y/N's face as she talked to Wanda that scared her. It was even worse that Y/N probably didn't realize that's what she was feeling. Until Natasha looked at Wanda who looked just as enamored, her thumbs tracing circles on Y/N's cheeks, listening as she spoke. Natasha missed the days when all she had to protect Y/N from was world destroying aliens, she couldn't protect her from a broken heart.
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Hello! I saw your requests are open and I have an oddly specific request! If you want to write it my idea is Bucky Barnes X reader and I just picture them slow dancing in the kitchen late at night and he sings Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison to reader! If you want you can totally pic a different song or change the prompt however you want!!
Thank you!! ❤️❤️
Cheek To Cheek
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X gn!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky dance together in your kitchen late at night.
Warnings: None :))
Word Count: 422
a/n: i hope it’s okay that i changed the song that bucky sings to cheek to cheek by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong! mostly bc i feel like bucky would like that song lol
Bucky slowly pulled you closer by one of your hands, twirling you around until your back softly bumped into his chest. He swayed with you for a moment while the two of you were in that position then spun you around again.
You looked at him with a raised eyebrow as you had come into the kitchen to see what was taking Bucky so long. You easily missed his touch and wanted him to get back into bed with you as soon as possible.
He read the look on your face right away, even in the dim light coming from the small light he had turned on, “What? I needed to come up with an excuse to get you to dance with me, doll.” he said with grin.
You smiled at him and chuckled for a moment as you wrapped your arms around his ribs, prompting Bucky to wrap his own arms around your waist.
You gazed up into his blue eyes for a moment, just admiring him before you then started to rest your head on his warm and comforting chest.
Bucky began to sway your bodies together one more time as he rested his head against your own and he softly sang to you, “Heaven, I’m in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.”
His deep voice caused heat to sprint right to your cheeks as a soft smile appeared on your face. You had always adored Bucky’s voice, especially his singing voice because it always sent shivers down your spine.
“And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.” Bucky continued, the sound of his voice making you feel comforted and safe in this moment.
You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek then started to quietly sing with him, your head now resting on his shoulder, “Yes, heaven, I’m in heaven.” you both sang.
He brightly smiled at you as he twirled you around once more and the two of you continued to sing together in the privacy of your home.
Before you, Bucky had no idea that he was even capable of feeling happy or loving someone after all that had happened in his life, but you showed him how. And he would forever be grateful for you.
“I love you, doll.” he murmured as he held you against his chest for the third time that night.
“I love you, Bucky.” you said to him, smiling at him as his cheeks turned a light pink color.
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To Die Alone
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (Soulmate!AU)
Word Count: 631
Warnings: a little bit of angst, but it’s fluffy
This idea popped in my head out of the blue and I just had to write it. Not proofread. Hope you like it! :D
Before he went to the war and his life practically ended, just to begin again, Bucky Barnes used to wonder why he didn’t have a soulmate. Though he usually just shrugged off and said that he wasn’t one to settle for one girl when someone would ask about it, the truth was he couldn’t help but think about his situation.
Was he destined to be alone forever? To die alone? Was it some mistake of the Universe that he was the only one who didn’t have the first words that his soulmate was going to say to him on his right arm like everybody else?
He got the answers to his wonders when he fell off that train and was captured by HYDRA. Of course I don’t have a soulmate. The Universe knew what was going to happen to me. He came to that conclusion once he was free from HYDRA and could think for himself. At the same time he felt comforted by that thought (that he didn’t let a lover waiting for him in the forties, alone), he felt sad, extremely sad. He was living free again, almost a century later, and he was still the only person without his other half. It is my burden to live alone. To die alone.
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Bucky now lived with the Avengers, he was a part of them. That means he often had to sit in a room full of super heroes (and their super egos) for more than one hour discussing missions. He hated that part. That’s why the former Winter Soldier was more than relieved when one more of this meeting ended. Without a word to any of his teammates, he stormed off the room wanting to get to his floor as soon as possible.
But, life has never been easy for him. The second he turned the hallway, his tall frame collided with one much smaller and fragile. If it weren’t for his enhanced reflexes, the woman who just ran into him (or him into her) would’ve ended up on the floor for sure. Lucky for her, he was able to catch her before that happened.
- Sorry miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going and… - The words died in his tongue when his eyes found her face. She was beautiful, just like an angel. - Wow.
Bucky, then, took in her wide eyes and startled face and realized he should be looking like a psycho or something staring at her like that. He took a step back, apologized again and went to go to his room when she stopped him by holding his arm.
He looked at her face, then her hand on his arm and that was when he saw. She was holding him with her right arm, and on it he could see the words he had just said to this woman, this angel. Bucky’s mind now was a thousand miles per hour. I am her soulmate. But, how? He didn’t have a soulmate. Or did he?
Once again his eyes went to her face and now she was smiling.
- I don’t-I don’t understand. I never had anything on my arm. - He managed to say, still doubting this was really happening.
The woman didn’t speak with him. Instead, she took a little notebook and a pen from the bag she was carrying and wrote something on it. When she was done, she showed him the paper.
I’m Y/n. Lost my voice some years ago. It’s good finally meeting my soulmate.
And she was smiling again. Bucky felt his own lips turn upward. The Universe hadn’t wronged him. He wasn’t going to die alone. He had a soulmate. For the first time in his life he felt like he wasn’t empty. He was worthy of love after all.
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During a training session with Wanda, she has repeatedly taken you down despite all your best efforts and calling yourself the strongest.
Wanda: Again? It's like you're not even trying! So much for 'Worlds Strongest Avenger'
Y/N, groaning: You know what?
Wanda, mockingly: What?
Y/N: You talk a lot of shit for someone with really kissable lips
Wanda: Kissable... what?
Y/N: Yeah! So you can shut up, get over here, and use them
Wanda: *shuts up and leans in*
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Find me under the rain.
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: You are having a pretty rough day when a storm hits. With no umbrella, phone or car, you accept the fate of walking under it. But you didnt expect finding someone while getting soaked by the freezing December rain.
Warnings: None. All fluff.
Your eyes stare at the dark clouded sky, shoulders slumped in defeat at the sight. What was once an easy-breezy rain has become a roaring storm. You were stubborn and overline irresponsible, as you had bought the vinyl record of Folklore instead of the very much needed umbrella.
More regret feels in your stomach as you see none of your study group around, all of them being at home by now. With a sigh you wait for some divine miracle, but at the lack of it, you make your mind.Make a run for it and hope that you don’t get a cold. Those final exams were not going to do themselves otherwise.
You push the library doors, grabbing your bag in hopes to make it some kind of protection from the incessant drops of water. Feet jogging down the stairs, a squeak leaves your mouth as the ice cold water of the ground soaks your feet. Great, now you have wet socks.
“This just gets better and better” You grumble. The storm seems to get intense by the second, the now dark brown coat you're wearing doing nothing to repel the chilling bone cold. Your hair sticks to your front, droplets of water travelling all the way down to your neck. Your jumper doesn’t even bother to dry them any more. The air seems to have a personal vendetta on you as it make it difficult for you to move.
The way to your house seems so fucking far. But taking a taxi on a work day at this hours in New York is less possible than winning the lottery. And you ran out of battery, so calling someone to pick you up isn't an option either.The hope of getting home without being utterly covered in water slowly leaves your body, feet slowing down with a defeated sight. You hold back the tears pricking into the corner of your eyes. This day has been the absolute worst. Everything that could go wrong backfired you right on the face.
But then the incessant heavy droplets stop. And you open your eyes, straightening your back. What the…? Heavy breath startles you slightly, making you turn around.
And suddenly it is like all the bad thoughts and feelings leave both mind and body. All the difficulties of today vanishing along the water that streams down the streets. A girl, a little bit taller than you, clutches one knee with her left while holding a deep red umbrella above you with her right. You notice the black polish, and the neat silver rings on her fingers. Her hair is a long and curly, of a brown kinda reddish colour that suits her very well with her deep, forest green eyes. Her skin seems soft, alongside her slightly opened pink lips. You blush and move your eyes.But every single thing about her seems to be equally enchanting. Your sole focus now on this mysterious woman that took your worries away just like that.
“Damn, you are pretty fast, huh?” The blush of your cheeks seems to raise all the way up to your ears, masking them burn at the sound of her voice. Your jaw slackens, and you are pretty sure that you are looking like a total idiot. “I uh…I saw you on the library. You seemed to be having a pretty rough day.” She comments.
Something in her is quite familiar, but you can put your mind to work.
“And then I saw the way you looked at the sky and… well, not that I was looking at you in a creepy way, I would never do that… but not because I don't find you pretty, because I do…” The redhead rumbles, scratching the back of her neck. You are pretty sure your brain cells must be dead by now. The goddess right in front of you thinks you are pretty? “But I’m trailing off, sorry.” She laughs. “ The point is that I would be glad to escort you home. If you want it so, that’s it.”
You think about saying the typical “I don’t want to bother you, or I’ll be fine”, you just met her after all. But something in her makes you trust her. And you couldn’t find to say no, too mesmerized by her.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” You say softly, the stranger's shoulders lowering with a relieved sigh. And then she smiles. All the cold you previously felt is gone in an instant. “My house is just around the corner.”
She nods, getting closer so the both of you could get under the umbrella. Your arms touch ever so slightly, making a shiver run all the way through your system. You decided it’s because of the weather, that the erratic beating in your chest is because you ran earlier. She smells sweet, like a hint of cocoa and fresh backed cookies. Everything about her seems to make your heart beat a little faster. The adrenaline, you remind again.
“Hope I didn’t come in a creepy way” She excuses, fidgeting with her index ring.
“Well, my mother have always warned me about bringing strangers home, but she didn't mention that they were as gorgeous as you.” You smile a little shy, feeling adoration at the nervous stutter from.
“Well, the name is Wanda. So you don’t get walked home by a total stranger.” She jokes as the two of you start walking.
“Y/N, so you don't walk a total stranger home.”
You two stay silent after the pleasant interaction. But is no an awkward silence, it was a nice kind, that kind that made you feel at peace, a feeling of very much need comfort pacing the anxiety you had felt not even ten minutes ago. It was nice. Wanda was nice. You're even almost tempted to take a longer route, not wanting this pacific moment to end. Not wanting for her to leave just as quickly as she arrived. It was absurd, really, how much you have attached to her in this ridiculously short amount of time.
But as you stole glances, you had this want, almost need to get to know her.
Unfurtonatley, you two finally made it in front of your door, realizing that the storm started to cease. “Of course that it stops right when I get home…” You mumble. Wanda chuckles, closing the umbrella and stepping ever so slightly from you. And so, you to look at each other awkwardly, neither wanting this to end. Yup. Wanda stands in front of you, and you hate the idea of her leaving. So, gathering all the courage you have, you ask. “Want to come inside? I’ll lend you a towel and something to drink. It’s the least I can do after you shared your umbrella with me.”
“Oh, you don’t own me anything…-” She starts, but you just look at her.
“I know, I just want to. If you want it so, that’s it.” You say, copying her exact same words with a sly smile. Wanda shakes her head in amusement and agrees.
“Alright then.” You smile brightly and let her in, closing the door behind her.
It was awkward at first, Wanda following you shyly, waiting for you on the couch while you went to the bathroom for a change of clothes and a pair of towels for her to dry her humid hair. But then, you quickly star falling on an easy conversation, getting to know each other. And you loved every single second of it.
It’s not a heavy conversation by any means, more like silly question thrown at each other like. This is what you have for now.Se has a brother, a twin, Pietro, and they have recently arrived to New York. Her favorite colour is red, she loves cooking, sitcoms and hot cocoa. She prefers cats than dogs, her favourite singer is Taylor Swift and appreciates star gazing at night, even if in New York was impossible to do so
She also has beautiful eyes, her nose scrunches a little when she laughs, and she fidgets with her rings when she gets excited by something she likes. Not that she tells you, you just notice. You seem to notice everything about her.
Hours go by, two now cold cups left on the coffee table. You company to her door, trying to not let your disappointment show. You know it was an act of courtesy, but you feel like it was more than just that. And when Wanda finally starts leaving, that same anxiety of before strangles your heart even harder now. As you look at her like a sad puppy would, you notice. You ran fast to the living room, grabbing it and heading outside in no time.
“Wanda, wait! You're forgetting your umbrella!” You yell. She turns around and gives you a wink.
“Guess we’ll have to meet again for you to return it, then!” And just like that, she’s gone. Your mouth is slightly open, softly laughing at her smugness. As you go inside, a smile piece of paper slowly falls down, sliding right in front of you. You swear the ink was red for an instant before returning to black.
A phone number. Your cheeks are starting to hurt.
Yeah, it settled. You are absolutely infuriated with this mysterious girl.
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Rose-colored boy | steven grant x reader
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Once you were off work, Friday afternoons were typically spent piddling about your apartment. You never bothered to do too much, like maybe you’d rally your spirits to finally tackle the laundry piled and borderline overflowing out of the hamper, or acknowledge the dishes scattered about in either of the main rooms. But most times you’d just order a quick and enjoyable lunch, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, or huddled under a multitude of blankets in bed as you watched a movie or show. The hours whittled away as you waited to be picked up by whoever was fronting that day.
The weekends, aka your only two off days, were almost always spent with the boys at Steven’s flat. It didn’t matter if all you wanted to do was spend those two days in bed or, on the less than frequent occasion, venture out into town– there was a one hundred percent likelihood that they would be tagging along for the ride if their chaotic schedule permitted it.
Your collective dynamic had quite frankly only ever revolved around the question of ‘So, what are we doing today?’ but, with as codependent as the lot of you were, it worked perfectly enough.
Today was a Friday and you’d been off work for nearly two hours now, but you weren’t at home, patiently waiting for seven o’clock to roll around. Instead you were already in Steven’s flat, fresh out of the shower, beaded droplets of water falling from your hair and splashing onto your shoulders as you exited the bathroom, beelining towards the table where your bag of toiletries sat atop its surface.
At a quick glance you find Steven planted at the foot of the bed, skimming through a wide and coverless book, still halfway dressed in the ensemble Jake had clothed himself in before he went to get you. The shiny leather gloves and staple cap set aside neatly on the bedside table, something you guessed he must have done before unintentionally dozing off to sleep.
“Hello, love. Did you have a good day?” He asks warmly, his voice attentively soft and caring.
“Um. It was a day, I guess.” You answer back rather languidly, the cap of your pomegranate nectar, orange blossom and warm amber scented lotion popping open with a sharp snap. Steven’s favorite on you. “I talked to Jake over the phone during my lunch break, and I guess he must have picked up something because he insisted on picking me up from my job directly, instead of how we usually do it.”
“Well, you do seem a bit knackered, hon. Maybe he wanted to make it easier on you by shortening your trip.” He says introspectively, taking a brief moment to simply survey you before rising to his feet and venturing to where you stood lazily coating your arms with the moisturizer. When he extends an open palm, it takes a second longer than it normally should for you to understand what he was seeking, though if he notices at all, he doesn’t outwardly mention it.
Quietly handing him the 8oz plastic tube, you watch as he wordlessly sinks to his knees in front of your comparatively garmentless form.
Squeezing a dime-size dot into the center of his palm, he sets to work on your left foot and though he proceeds at a quite diligent and gentle pace, your hands still shoot outwards to grasp at his shoulders, attempting to better maintain your equilibrium.
Suddenly remembering the conversation, you swallow shallowly. “You know Jake. He thinks he can read minds. Especially mine, with how much we’re together.” —your voice comes out a bit wobbly as you’re faintly rocked back and forth, the older man continuing to massage the body crème from your pinky toe to your ankle.
This gesture, this sweet and fundamentally mundane act of service, is so quietly intimate it makes your emotions swell even more than they previously had been. It was such a Steven thing to do. To be kind just because he could, just because he couldn’t see a single reason not to be so attentive.
His hands work from your calves to your thighs and hips, your thoughts long since drifted off somewhere else but he doesn’t mind one bit, fully content with the comfortable silence that blankets the two of you inside the tranquility of the endearingly cluttered flat.
Familiar vast and coarse palms work up your back, rubbing into the curvature of your waist dotingly and expertly applying pressure to your shoulder muscles with the pads of his thumbs.
Head angled downwards, your chin tucked into your chest, you mentally reach your limit, jumbled and errant thoughts whirring around in your head at the speed of protons.
“Steven? Steven.” You call out nervously, your entire body thrumming with anxiety.
“Hmm?” He hums out musically, completely at peace. So innocently unaware of the category six hurricane in the process of shredding the figurative neighborhoods to empty plots in your mind’s eye. “What is it, sweetpea?”
“Steven?”
“What can I do for you, honey bunches?”
“Steven.” You say again, causing a beautiful laugh to tumble from his lips.
“Well, now you’re just saying my name, aren’t you?” —you can practically hear his adoring smile flash across his face as he leans down to kiss the nape of your neck like you could do no wrong. “Just wanna say it, do you? Is that fun? Like a new game of yours?”
Your fingers feel cold and your eyes prickle with the beginnings of tears as your heart thumps.
It felt like now or never, like if you didn’t spit it out this very second it would slink down your throat and there wouldn’t be another chance to ever address it again until there was no way to keep it hidden. Until the truth revealed itself, as explicit secrets often do. Though some may be painfully patient, all secrets adore the light and thrive under proper scrutiny.
Not that you had been sitting on this for very long at all, you’d only found out for certain this morning, though you’d had a sneaking suspicion something hadn’t felt normal for a good while.
“Steven. I’m pregnant.” There. The band-aid had been ripped clean off, no beating around the bush, just the truth. The cold and clinical facts. But when his hands pause at your biceps, you can’t help but begin to ramble self-consciously. “I’ve been so engrossed in work and bills, I only realized just last night that I haven’t gotten my period in quite a while. So I hurried to order a test to my apartment. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even face the delivery driver, they had to leave it at the front door.”
“How long have you been late for? If you know.” He asks—with no sickly cute nickname attached to the end and you’re too much of a nervous wreck to turn around and look him in the eye.
“I’m not too sure, it’s always been unpredictable for me. I mean, sometimes I can go a full month without getting it. But.. my tracking app says it’s almost two weeks since I was estimated to get it.”
He nods slowly, though he quickly realizes you can’t see it with the way you’re rather pointedly avoiding his entire person. “And the test came up positive?” —he inquires after a weak attempt at clearing his throat.
“Yeah.”
“Wh- sometimes the first test isn’t quite clear.” And he says it like he’s just reciting a fact, maybe just giving his mouth something to do.
“I took a second one. Even went to the store and bought it myself, just to be sure. It was positive too.” In search of something to busy yourself with, and finally having the mind to remember your current state, you reach for the change of clothes Jake had set aside while you’d been purposefully stalling in the shower. He wasn’t the type to bombard you before he had you settled in, you hadn’t been ready to tell him quite yet and by the time you’d plucked up the courage, he wasn’t even the one fronting anymore.
You’d managed to quickly roll on deodorant, underwear and shimmy into a tank top before you continued speaking, guilt and dread racking through you. “I— I know Marc’s going to absolutely flip, if he isn’t already. He’s just beginning to get his life to somewhere he can be proud of. And- here I go fucking it all up again. I can’t believe I actually let this happen but I’ll handle it.”
He’s stunned quiet but the second he hears you say, “I’ll just head home, it’s probably better if I get out of your hair.” —and suddenly he’s springing forward, latching onto your arms to prevent you from leaving, but also inadvertently rendering you unable to fully pull on your pants in the process.
“Wait. Handle it? Wha- hang on, you can’t leave. And what do you mean ‘let this happen’? You, you don’t want to keep them?”
“It’s not really about what I want, Steven. I can’t, I can’t do this to you guys. You didn’t sign up for this shit. It’s not something you’re ready for.”
“First off, this—us? I hardly think it deserves to be insulted by being reduced to the title of ‘this shit’. Secondly, okay, I absolutely adore every single bloody hair on your head but you can’t possibly tell me, us, what we’re ready for. That’s something we decide, that's sort of how emotions work. They’re personal.
“And most importantly, this wasn’t just something you made happen on your own, yeah? You didn't wake up this morning and suddenly—bam, you’re knocked up. We both had a part to play in it happening, the responsibility doesn’t solely fall onto you.”
You sigh heavily through your nose, looking about the flat as you awkwardly stand clutching your pants around your thighs. “Even still, becoming a parent isn’t something you just decide on your own, Steven. What about Marc? Jake? Do you actually expect them to be gung-ho about all of this? It’d be a heavy responsibility. I mean we’d need more than stable incomes, a long term roof over our heads and literally so much more.”
“No, I can’t speak for them.” He nods affirmingly, walking a bit closer, his eyes softening as he cups your chin so that you can look at him and know he means it. “And yeah, you’re right, Marc’s shitting his pants right now. He hasn’t said a word this entire time but I think I can safely say that as much as they’re both terrified of bringing another fraction of themselves into the world—the baby, our baby would also have a part of you. And I can’t think of anyone smarter, lovelier, who has more patience or is kinder than you.
“But I know it’s your choice too, love. I just want you to know that any child that gets to call you their mum would be the luckiest in the world.” –and he has you in his grasp with your pants halfway to your bum, full on crying.
“Let go of me, Steven.” You rasp out between heavy tears and his face falls but you tug at his arm and his attention is brought down to your legs. “My ass is cold.”
“Oh. Yeah, right— sorry. Got a bit overexcited, didn’t I? It’s those emotions I was talkin’ about.” He mumbles bashfully, releasing your wrist so that you can yank the garment on properly.
Reaching up to wipe at your cheeks with a crooked wrist, your eyes flicker up to look at him repeatedly. “I guess I can stay, so we can talk it through fully.” —and his expression couldn’t have been sweeter as his eyes glisten widely with a certain enthusiasm only he could muster in a situation like this.
“Yeah! Yeah, it’s a start.”
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Forgiveness ~ (Insanity Part 2)
Mom!wanda x daughter!reader
Description: This is a part 2 of Insanity
Warnings: can't sleep, wanda described as evil, angst, death mentioned,
Story Type: blurb?
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The picture of her mother about to kill America was replaying in Y/N's mind as she rolls restlessly in bed. Steven Strange gave America Chavez and Y/N a place to sleep in his home. They are sharing a room, which is nice. Y/N doesn't feel to lonely.
After Y/N's mother, the scarlet witch (aka Wanda Maximoff), realized her mistakes she destroyed the throne. Now Y/N lies in bed wondering if Wanda is okay or not. What if her mother is dead? How is Y/N to know?
Warm tears make their way down Y/N's cheeks. She rolls around trying to become comfortable, but to no avail. She throws her blanket off in aggravation. Y/N then climbs down from the top bunk, quietly so she doesn't wake America, and swiftly leaves the room. Y/N walks down the steps and goes to Strange's kitchen, pouring a glass of water. As she lifts the glass to take a drink, a voice from behind her says: "Its a bit late to be out if bed, eh?"
Y/N jumps, nearly spilling all the water. She turns around to face the male voice. The dark figure lurking behind is none other than Dr Steven Strange, the man who brought you to life- again.
"Is my mom alright?" Y/N's voice seemed to bounce of the walls, which made the silence after all the more deadly. "If she's dead you can tell me, I am a big girl."
"I don't think she's dead. She's strong."
"She's scary." Y/N admits, remembering the vicious look in the red heads eyes. Y/N had never seen her mother so blood thirsty, and it frightened the girl. She knew it was all for a good purpose but still, how can she see Wanda the same way? Her sweet mother who used to bake cookies with Y/N when Y/N had bad days? And who was open and honest with Y/N when she was sad? And who would watch movies with Y/N when the kids at school were mean to her? Wanda was the perfect mom! Y/N can't imagine her brainwashing an entire town or killing an innocent teen girl.
"She's lost control. I know you know that it was all out of love, but you don't really realise. Wanda didn't mean to make this big of a mess, all she wants is a family. You. Not to hurt people, or rule the world, or hurt innocent girls. She just wanted to find you. You were her everything, so when she lost you she had nothing. No lover, no brother, no parents, her team was ripped apart by Thanos, the government wants to track everything she does, the list goes on. But even after all that, she had you. Her pride and joy. But she lost you. And she had nothing left. Nothing. She was completely alone, with all this power." As the doctor speaks, Y/N tries to wrap her mind around it all.
"I need to speak to my mom."
"Well, we don't know where she is or even if she's okay." Strange says, trying to calm the young girl down. But Y/N spoke again in certainty:
"I need to find my mom."
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Can you do platonic yandere pepper x reader where the reader has some sort of illness? I hope you're okay with writing this type of fic if not just ignore it <3333
Overcome With Worry
Pepper was beyond worried at this point, she was beside herself with anxiety regarding your condition. What she and everyone else had just assumed was you coming down with the flu had since turned into something much more severe. You should have already been getting back to feeling better days ago, back to your usual self, but here you still were; bedridden and out of commission.
Pepper felt completely helpless in what to do to ease your debilitating situation. Seeing you like this made her heart clench and her stomach sink.
You were groggy and barely coherent, at least that is when you were awake, but the majority of the time you spent sleeping the day away. At first, she was glad, hopeful that sleeping it off would help to make you feel better and regain some of the energy you’d lost ever since this knocked you off your feet. But within the last few days she’d been worrying over how much sleeping you were doing. You slept most of the day, so much so that there were a few occasions Pepper felt the need to check your pulse just to make sure you were in fact okay and still here with her.
Of course, she and Tony had hooked you up with a heart monitor just to thoroughly keep an eye on you and any slight change there might be once things took a turn for the worse. But even that didn’t bring Pepper any relief, if anything it only added to her anxiety. She wouldn’t leave your side for long or at all really, whether you were awake or not, she stayed with you. She would be sat watching the heart monitor, listening to the consistent beeping. The slightest delay her ears picked up had her own heart racing, it may have even briefly stopped ones or twice.
To say Pepper was a mess would be an understatement. She was glued to your side and if she wasn’t right next to you then she was still in the same room with you at the very least but she was never anything but an arms length away from you in case you needed her. She even took to sleeping in what had become your makeshift hospital room, not that she does much sleeping. She’s too preoccupied watching over you after all.
Even Tony has tried to get her to at the very least take a nap here and there, or to even just eat or drink something but to no avail. What if you need her while she’s asleep? What if something happens and your condition worsens? What if, god forbid, your heart stops and she just slept through it? How could she possibly eat when you were barely keeping anything down? How could she take time away from worrying about you? It’s the only thing she could do.
As much as she knows it’s counterintuitive, Pepper can’t help but devote herself completely to caring for and focusing on you, putting her own health and needs on the back burner. It took Tony having to give her a reality check that if she doesn’t take care of herself then how can she possibly take care of you properly, especially when you need her most. It was more than enough to make her realize that she does need to put some effort back into herself again if she wants to be there for you.
……
Looking adoringly at your peaceful sleeping face while you were laid on her lap, Pepper clutched your hand in one of her own. It was warm, you were warm. She brought it up to her lips to press a lingering kiss to it. Her lips felt cool against your clammy skin. The consistent fever from the last few days had finally subsided resulting in you being far more coherent and aware then you had been since you first fell ill.
You were even staying awake longer, not sleeping the day away nearly as much as you had been. You had more energy then she’d seen you have all throughout this whole ordeal. It seemed like you were finally feeling better.
The two of you had just been watching a movie, one of your favorites. It was a nostalgic one you had been wanting to watch since you hadn’t been feeling well but would inevitably end up sleeping through it whenever Pepper would turn it on for you and this time was no different. Although you did end up watching a good majority of it this time around, adding to the thought that you were doing a lot better than you had been for the last while.
The movie had been over for a while now but Pepper couldn’t bring herself to move when you looked so comfortable. One second you had been wide awake and immersed in what was happening on screen, the next you were fast asleep in her lap. So, she had been keeping herself occupied by playing with your hair, braiding it it or at least twirling and twisting here and there before going back to stroking it like she had been from the start.
She had been feeling much more at ease since you had been behaving more like your usual self. You were a little clingy, the kind of clinginess that comes with not feeling well, but she wasn’t complaining. If anything she happily welcomed it. It was nice now that things seemed to have calmed down some compared to how they were. But as relieved as Pepper was becoming, she couldn’t help but still feel some amount of anxiety creeping around within her. She desperately hopes that you are on the mend and that this isn’t too good to be true, ending up with you falling back into the condition you’ve been in for the last month, almost two months.
No matter what, whether it was just her worries getting the better of her or not, Pepper would be here for you without question. Through the good and the bad, she was going to stay by your side and take care of you.
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