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angelltheninth · 8 months
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May I please request Bucky Barnes x female reader and her saying it's to big 
Fuck yes, activating my size kink I see.
Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, praise, size kink, mating press, clit stimulation, slight self-doubt from Reader, gentle!Bucky
Word count: 0.8k
Ao3
A/N: I'm a little bit behind on the MCU but I'll catch up before The Marvels for sure.
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When Bucky told you he was big you did believe him but at the same time how big could he really be right? Big enough to need to make you come with his fingers first and even then he hesitated. You did too, when you saw how long and thick he was. "I get why you wanted to use all that lube."
Bucky laughed to himself as he pulled his fingers away from your folds, "Is it warm? My fingers would be a little cold otherwise. Also, I wanted to get the flavored one so you could do this." He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, tasting so sweet that you could have made yourself come again just from sucking his fingers off. "I'm gonna put it in now okay? If it's too much tell me and I can back off."
With a wet pop you released his fingers but not his arm, instead pushing it to your boob, feeling the cold metal of his palm against your stiff nipple. It was always odd to you, how despite it not being that cold most of the time there was a noticeable temperature difference between his left and right hands. His cock was always warm for you though.
Your hips jumped when the broad tip pushed past your entrance, his cock barely sinking in before your body was screaming that it was too much for you despite the careful prep and how wet you were. "You're too big, feels like... if you push it in I... I'm sorry but..." Bucky's hands cupped your cheeks, slowly moving them up and down, his cock very still.
"It's okay. We said we'd go slow remember? You've done amazing for me so far. I can feel your pussy tightening up, sucking me in, wanting my cock. I know you can take me, I'll help you. Trust me?" His big eyes were so full of love, and tiny bit of worry, but he was touching you so slowly, almost making you forget about the uncomfortable pressure between your thighs.
"I trust you with my life Bucky. I do. But I... what if I can't take you? I don't want you to be disappointed and-" His finger pressed against your lips, shushing your self-doubts. He smiled, his cock sinking in a bit more. This time you bit his finger, not too hard cause you didn't want to break your teeth. "Bucky."
When you stopped whimpering he moved his hands to your hips instead, "Gonna lift you up a little, might make it easier for you to take me from a different angle."
That angle turned out to be your legs over his shoulders, him almost squatting and your hands clenching desperately into the sheets as his cock dove in deeper. He was about half way when he stopped to breathe.
"Look at it baby, look at where you're taking me, look at how your cunt spreads open for my cock. This is yours now okay? You can ride it any time you want. Once you get used to my size, I just know you'll be unable to get enough. It's the perfect size for me to sink my cock into when I come home don't you think? Aren't you perfect for me?" He waited, warm lips pressed against your ankle, your ass resting against his muscular thighs, his warm fingers still on your clit. He was like a dream come true.
"Yeah. Perfect. You're perfect. We are perfect. A perfect fit, your big cock in me." There was just a bit his length left. It began to hurt, so much, which was apparent in your whimpers. You couldn't take the rest of him like this so you reached down and started rubbing your clit, feeling spikes of pleasure as your pussy tightened around Bucky's dick. "I need to come."
Bucky seemed hypnotized by your fingers moving between your legs, he moved his away so he could have the perfect view of what you were doing. "That's beautiful, yeah keep going, come all over my dick." His voice was so breathy, like he couldn't believe you were doing this in front of him with this much confidence. "So good, I'll make your pussy feel even better."
He started moving slowly, pulling out to the tip and then back in, each time past the previous point. You didn't know if you should look at his cock, your hand, or Bucky's eyes. Oh. His eyes were fluttering. He was close too. Well that gave you even more of a reason to take all of him, to come.
"So deep." You gasped, our fingers rolling over your clit in quick circles right before your vision went white and you felt it, Bucky's big cock, buried inside you to the balls.
"You did it baby, you took all of me, that's my good girl, my perfect girl. I knew you could, you look so sexy right now." He could only thrust in a few times, full, deep, complete thrusts and then you were truly filled up. A wave of warm, thick, gooey cum splashing your insides, flowing into your womb, dripping from your abused pussy while Bucky seemed determined to fuck it back in, to not let a drop go to waste.
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hearts4court · 4 months
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i want them to eiffel tower me.
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ynscrazylife · 1 year
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could you write any fanfics or headcannons about the avengers doing family stuff? like going shopping altogether? with a the reader being the daughter of tony stark and something like y/n!stark x peter parker? just fluff
Domestic Avengers Would Include . . .
It would be difficult to get all the Avengers to go shopping at once but where there’s a will, there’s a way
The hardest to convince would probably be Natasha and Bucky but they love you, so they’d join you anyway
You and Wanda would take forever in the changing rooms (forcing Peter and Vision to hold all your stuff)
Thor would go straight for the food court, marveling at all the Midgardian food
Tony would probably go to any of the tech or expensive stores
Nat would browse and window shop with Steve and Bruce
Sam and Bucky would get into some fight and would nearly be kicked out
By the time you get to the court room, Thor would have all different kinds of food and candies
(Peter has to literally drag you away from the candy at a certain point)
I think this just goes to show that if you give them the chance, the Avengers are really a family and can be domestic
They all look after each other, but especially of you and Peter
Natasha, Wanda, and Carol are like older sisters/aunts, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Vision, and Clint are like uncles, and Sam and Bucky are like older brothers
Wanda always cooks. She and Pepper would teach you how to cook
The team all fight over Wanda’s cooking
At first, Steve tried to teach you how to drive
It did not work out
Next, Nat tried to teach you
(You nearly crashed into someone that day)
Finally, Bruce taught. He’s pretty chill so it worked out
The Avengers would also help you with homework. Nat has experience with helping Clint’s kids after-all
You go down to the lab to get Tony, Bruce, and Peter’s help for math
Steve and Bucky for history
Steve would def help with art (hc he’s an artist)
Carol would help with any space related classes like Astronomy
Vision would check your grammar and punctuation and spelling (he’d edit your essays)
GOING PROM SHOPPING WITH THE AVENGERS IS CHAOTIC
they all insist on seeing yours and Peter’s outfits and everyone has an opinion
(Your wedding day will be so much worse)
Wanda almost buries you with the amount of outfits she picks out
And they get so many freaking pictures
It’s a little insane how many pictures they insist on taking
“We need one of Peter opening the door.” “We need one of Y/N coming down the stairs.” “Clint, you’re in the background, move!”
They send you off in a limo paid by Tony
You and Peter have such a sweet and fun night
They’d also definitely go to your graduation
Tony pulled some strings to get all the Avengers tickets but finding seats next to each other was a challenge
They clap and cheer the loudest
And take you out for the best ice cream
Okay okay but . . . Movie nights
Sam insists on popcorn from the movies, forcing Steve to go out and get a million bags of popcorn
Everyone takes turns choosing movies
(That backfires when Bruce chooses a nature documentary and everyone revolts)
BLANKET FORTS
SLEEPOVERS IN THE LIVING ROOM
(Which you have to force everyone to do)
Going out on the roof and Star gazing
Which means you had to force Tony and Bruce to build you a telescope
It’s worth it though
The Avengers just being the best, most supportive family you could ask for
THERES SO MUCH LOVE THERE
❤️❤️❤️
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flusteredtuna · 2 months
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Valkyrie x !female reader
Contains: ( 18+ Mature Only ) summer fling, nicknames, fingering, oral (f-receiving), f-dom, f-sub behavior, ripping clothes.
Words: 2k+
Summary: Valkyrie is your summer fling and lets you stay at her house today while she’s at work. She gets back late and decides to play with you a bit. And then a lot.
A/N: I rarely tap into my non-platonic women love <3
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Your back aligns with your heart and your crown as your toes curl. With your eyes softly shut and lids relaxed, every feeling is more accentuated. Every flex and pull is paid with generous attention. Scrunching a leg up, your knee almost meets your shoulders. Stretching out your thighs like a rubber band. “Good that's it.”
The calming voice eases and cools your spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae. Taking your time you swing your hands to the sky above your head. The shake of the muscles in your core and thighs make it hard to catch your breath at first, but you realign your focus and find the method you need. All the way In and all the way out. Huffing and groaning from your tense lungs pushing air out your mouth. You pivot your foot on the yoga mat and stretch your arms to the side, standing In warrior two.
Valkyrie is your summer fling. She let you stay at her place all day today because she, “wouldn’t be too late.” But now it’s dark out and past dinner. As much as you want to take care of food tonight, you had no idea when she would be home.
But just as you’re thinking of her again, you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder. Moving your headphones to the side to hang around your neck, using the button on the side to pause your Yoga video. Keeping your position you look at her sopping wet hood of hair and cold face, smiling at you. “Keeping busy?” She pushes the stringy soaked hair out of her face as it drips onto the floor.
“Yea, what happened Val? You're all wet?” You slowly put your palms together, taking an inhale and placing your thumbs to center. “Just forgot my raincoat.” Valkyrie looks you up and down and then walks off into the bathroom to dry her hair with a towel and change into something more comfortable. You decide to wrap up your session without guidance and set your headphones to the side.
Taking a deep breath in you slowly plant your hands back onto the mat, shifting your right leg backwards into a plank. Lowering yourself down to the ground you move your hands up to align with your shoulders. You inhale into cobra reaching your head towards the sky and then let it all go as you lower your temple back down to the mat. Lifting again into plank you bend into downward dog, shifting the bend of your knees, and just feeling the fullness of the stretch.
You’re so focused on your alignment that you fail to notice Valkyrie has snuck up on you again, now with a hand grazing your hips as she stands in your blind spot. “You know this position is really distracting.” Her tone is low and predatory. You slowly lean forward and place your knees back to the mat, raising yourself to meet her level as much as you are able.
“I could show you a few other positions if you’re that interested.” You say with an innocent inflection. Your intentions align with hers but playing dumb with her makes the game of cat and mouse all the more fun.
A smile of mischief grows on her face. She steps forward onto your mat and puts a finger to your chin. A play that makes your whole body feel a warm rush, starting at your heart and tickling in expanse. “Show me, angel.”
You smile innocently and guide her to the center of the mat with you. The fact that you're facing each other makes it all the more exciting. “Okay so put your feet hip-width apart and your shoulders back.” You glance at her stance, and nudge her feet a little farther with your foot to a better alignment. “Okay and now close your eyes or hold a soft gaze to the floor. Take a deep breath in.” You hear her inhale deeply with you. “And out.” Her warm exhale hit you as it glided out of her mouth.
“Now slowly swing your arms reaching to the sky on your inhale, and then exhale to lower your shoulders as you continue to reach up.” You open your eyes a little to check how she's following, and she is. Her stance accentuates her godly features which only proved further her worthiness as king of New Asgard and keeper of your heart. You weren’t sure if she was aware of that second title though.
“And we just stay here and breathe for a moment. Make sure your weight is evenly dis-” You’re interrupted by her touch as it softly travels up your shirt from your waist all the way to the cusp of your breasts. “What was that? Make sure my weight is where?” She teases.
Her thumb rubs back and forth on the hill, not even close to granting you the satisfaction of her touching your peaks. You try to focus on your breath again, play it off as hard to get. “Make sure your weight is evenly…distributed on all four corners of your feet.” It was clear she noticed your change in tone due to her hands moving back down to the hem of your shirt. You hold your breath waiting her her to do more.
“Make sure to breathe, love.” Fuck. Her words make it hard for you not to shudder a smidge as your lungs deflate against her touch. She slowly lifts your shirt up and over your head, exposing your breasts. You hear it get tossed on the floor beside you.
“What’s next?” She doesn’t take advantage of your half vulnerable state, but instead you feel her warmth step back. As you flutter your eyes open a little you find her just how she was when you last checked on her. Her teasing only made you want to tease her just as much. So you continue the lesson without your shirt.
“Okay inhale and on your exhale lower down to forward fold. And you might want to turn so we don’t bonk heads.” She laughs a little, “Got it.” You both turn and fold over. “Yea and just let it all hang for a bit as you breathe.” Although this was a ploy to get you in her bed, you enjoyed the peaceful activity. It was freeing not having anything covering your upper body, letting your breasts touch your thighs made you feel more connected to the practice.
“And you just want to-” You’re interrupted again by her hands on the sides of your thighs. You lift your back a bit to a halfway fold, propping your upper body up with your hands on your knees. “You know I can’t teach you if you’re just going to get distracted, Val.” She didn’t care to listen as she curled a finger to glide on the inside of the waistband of your leggings.
Your small hums give you away. She takes this as a sign to step closer, pressing her pelvis right against you and pulling you close by your hip with her free hand. She was making it hard to not pulse in heat pressed right up against her while her finger sinks in further.
Reaching the outer edge of the band again, she pulls her finger out.
“You know angel…” Carefully she backs up just enough to have room to graze your spandex covered ass and rides her fingers along the center seam. “I’m learning so much.” She says as she continues to follow the stitches lower and lower until she reaches your entrance again. The barrier of fabric doesn't make it difficult for her to make your breath hitch as she starts to press the fabric into your folds.
She pushes your back down to fold again, keeping you supported with a grip on your hip. Your jaw hangs open, letting breathy moans escape from within you. She chuckles at your mental and physical fold for her. You were no longer teaching the lesson.
Feeling her fingers halt their motions, now turned into her hands pulling both sides of the fabric that hugged your upper thighs. You gasp as she rips the seams open, separating the halves of your leggings and creating the perfect window. Her low chuckle sends a sharp feeling rushing towards your cheeks as you remember you weren’t wearing anything under your now destroyed leggings.
You feel her touch again gliding up your slick. Now having access to more of your nerves than before. “Hmm, I didn’t realize Yoga made you so…wet.” Moving her touch away with such stealth again, she denies you the pleasure of her continuing. Slowly rising up you open your eyes and watch her walk back into your sight, standing next to you again.
With a movement of her head, she gestures to you to continue. You try to shake off the fuzzy feeling that covers your body, but the cold air that hits you through the new hole in your leggings won’t let you. “Okay back into forward fold.” Your breath shaky from the intensity of lust. “You want to bend your knees and step both your feet back one at a time into a plank.” Checking on her quickly you see she seems to be following. For now. Your heart pounds at the thought of what her next move on you could be.
“Now, lower into all fours making sure your hands are in line with your shoulders and your knees are in line with your hips.” The hole only expands with your bend with the air now hitting your heat even more dramatically. The position you were both in now was so compromising. You feel the flush rush to your cheeks in anticipation. Taking another deep breath, you continue.
“With your eyes closed, you want to lower your ribs into cow and inhale. And then exhale, raising your ribs and arching your back for cat.” The stretch feels good, but now it feels like your stretch is to prepare to only be stretched and worked out further. “Just do this a few times. You can do it in a circular motion with your hips if you like too.”
It’s too silent now even with both of you huffing and breathing. As you arch and dip your back your eyes glaze open a touch again to see if she’s there. She’s not even in your peripheral vision. But turning your head would only ruin the fun.
Finally you feel her hands on you again, this time with a more intense grip on your ass that spreads you open. Your movement slows from the distraction. “Keep going.” She opens the hole in your leggings wider with both hands, but doesn’t touch. “I’m just trying to get a better visual.”
You continue to arch back and forth as she pulls on the torn fabric. Your breath shudders again as she rips it further off of your body, making your arms fall to your elbows. It was the hottest thing she’s ever done to you. Lifting your legs one at a time she peels the rest of it off, throwing the mess of fabric to the side.
As you're ready for her to fully take you, she doesn’t. She lets you sit again in your vulnerable state. Every inch of your skin is exposed to the air just for her. Your ass elevated in and your back in a deep slide. You sit there patiently as you feel her eyes travel all over your body.
A hot breath suddenly hits your wetness, followed by her voice closing in on you, “I’m surprised you haven’t begged for me yet. You’re more soaked than me when I got home.” You feel a hand on your back, soothing your arch.
Her hand then falls back to your hip crease, holding you steady as her tongue flicks your entrance. You twitch under her grip as it gets tighter with each movement. Again she denies you the pleasure, moving back but keeping her mouth close. Your core aches as her hot breath agonizes you. Her touch makes you more needy.
You muster up the breath to speak, “Why don’t you just fuck me already. It’s clear how hard it is for you not to.” With your hips, you trace a circle to taunt her. Dangling the pleasure you’ve both been after right in front of her face.
She hums, “Maybe I want you to ask, angel.” Fuck. She really was teaching the lesson at this point. But you want to taunt her again, denying her pleasure just as much. “Hmm, I don’t know…” You scoot forward and sit up hiding her center of attention that lay between your legs, out of sight. You turn back to look at her. “We haven’t even had dinner yet.”
She raises a brow and scoots closer to you, moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck and whisper, “This is dinner.” She abruptly bends you down again in the position you were before, taking hold of your thighs and diving in. Her tongue brushes and swirls around on your slick sensitive surface. With your head turned, your jaw hangs open again now letting louder moans escape.
“Ask.” She demands lifting her head for a moment to use her fingers to circle your entrance like how you circled it in her face. “Fingers…” You heave, “Please…”.
“That's better.” She sinks her fingers into you and doesn’t even build up to her current pace. The motion makes you jolt and ride against her fingers, making the pleasure more immense. She knocks your legs further with her free hand, expanding the access she has to you and moving back to gripping your hip crease. Then feeling her fingers move out of you she gives you one last lick to see how sensitive she made you.
“Val.” you say through weighted breaths, “Please.” She doesn’t answer your whine, leaving you wet and sensitive again. It was aggravating.
But just as you start to think about getting up, the racing pleasure reaches you again with a finger attending to your clit while her tongue weaves inside you. She consumes you, touching every possible spot of sensitivity for you. You squirm under her grip again, as she pokes her tongue in and out.
She does this until you feel like you could droll right on the floor, gripping on what you could of the yoga mat. In a split second she backs away and flips you on your back with ease, switching her tongue with her fingers. With your back on the floor she still manages to make your back curl while the tingle she provides travels up your spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae. She has a better grip on you this way, hooking her arm around to hold you steady while she flicks your clit with her tongue. Her other hand sliding fingers in and out of you.
You become taut around her fingers, squeezing as you get closer to melting in her grasp. The tension that’s been laying within your pelvis pulls like it's a muscle. She hits your back wall harder with more intensity as she notices how close you’ve gotten. Looking up from sucking on you.
“Shit…Val.” You squeak with weak vowels as you continue to writhe in pleasure. Again, she picks up the pace making it harder for you to not finish.
Your entrance pulses with a deep tingle, as if it's pulling her in. Gasping in breath you lift your head up to watch her continue to lick as you release it all on her fingers. She lifts her head but continues to push her fingers in and out, and watches as you become an overstimulated mess.
She lets you ride the sensation for a moment before slowing down, letting you cool and squirm on her fingers before pulling them out. You rest your head back down, sinking all of your muscles into the floor and catching your regular stamina back. A shadow forms over your closed eyes and when you open you find her looming over your spent body with a grin. Watching as your flustered face huffs slow heavy breaths. She doesn’t look even close to done with you.
“We should do Yoga more often”
You chuckle at her, “I think we do plenty of Yoga.”
“Yea, but…we should do it in the fall.” She leans down and places a kiss on your cheek, “And the winter.” Another kiss is placed on your other cheek. “If you catch my drift.”
You do. You’ve been waiting for her to suggest this all summer at this point. “Maybe I want you to ask…” You tease her wanting to hear it directly from her lips. Your words make her smile more. A sign that you caught each other's drifts. She centers herself in front of your face, backing up to all fours on top of you. Just like you taught her.
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eternalslover · 8 months
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Where are all my Shang Chi lovers like come on
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LIKE LOOK AT HIM, HE IS SO POOKIE BEAR BBG, AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT LIKES HIM!?
I NEED MORE SHANG CHI LOVERS, WRITERS, REBLOGGERS
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bumblesimagines · 3 months
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i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.
that was the best night of my life.
- Bucky Barnes
that was the best night of my life.
i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.
Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader
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The sizzling of bacon sounded throughout the room, filling the kitchen and living room with the mouth-watering smell of food. You carefully scooped a fried egg up from the pan and set it down on one of the plates before reaching over with your free hand to turn the radio dial. Jazz music flowed from the radio and covered the sound of cooking, as well as the creak of your bedroom door opening and closing. 
"Smells good." A voice rumbled and cold metal grazed your forearm, delicately as always. A smile formed on your lips and you switched the stove off, sliding the last strips of bacon onto the plate before turning around and gazing into warm blue eyes. A sweet smile stretched out on his face, faintly nervous and shy. You'd been the first person he'd gotten with in many years, or so he'd told you that night before. He spoke briefly of his time in the military and how it'd affected him, and when a pained look passed over his features, you opted to change the topic and relieve him of those memories.
"Only the best for my favorite neighbor." You cooed and slipped your arms around his broad shoulders. His own muscular arms wrapped loosely around your waist and his eyes glittered with amusement. 
James Barnes, or Bucky as he preferred to be called, had been the most recent addition to your apartment complex. He'd moved months prior into the apartment just three doors down, and boy had he been a sight for sore eyes. As much as you loved your elderly neighbors with their endless supply of stories and gossip, a younger and much fresher face had been exactly what you needed to see when coming home from long work days.
You didn't see much of him the first couple of weeks, only hearing the muffled sound of his footsteps leading up to his apartment until you ran into him in the hallway one day while trying to haul one too many grocery bags up the stairs. He'd regarded you with a stiff nod and eyed the grocery bags digging into your arms before asking if you needed any help and easily taking all the bags into his hands without even straining a muscle. 
From then on, you bumped into him more frequently, almost as if he lingered near the entrance of the complex or by the stairs in hopes of catching you. The first few days he'd been quiet, keeping his typically quick pace down and only sneaking minimum glances in your direction. On the fourth day, you began telling him about your day, about customers and coworkers, and any piece of work gossip that seemed worth sharing with the brooding man. By the sixth day, he started commenting, making jokes, and sharing his opinion on the drama you shared. 
A friendship blossomed fairly quickly, and the day he smiled and laughed for the first time had been all you could think about the following week. You grew to learn there was a sassy sweetheart underneath his serious and stern exterior, and that his laugh sounded like a kid experiencing joy for the first time. He enjoyed making himself useful whether it was tagging along on grocery trips, becoming your handyman when something went wrong in the apartment, or simply keeping you entertained with all the facts he happened to know about the 1900s. Sometimes it almost felt as if he'd been alive during those times with how he spoke of stories he claimed to have heard from an old friend named Steve.
"I had a good time," Bucky murmured and bumped his nose against yours sweetly, eyes crinkling when his smile widened. "That was the best night of my life."
"Oh, please," You scoffed, feeling your cheeks light ablaze at his genuine words and trying to turn away but his arms pulled you back into his chest. A laugh rumbled in his chest and he pushed his face into your neck, the stubble on his cheeks rubbing lightly against your skin as he peppered you with soft kisses. His hold on you tightened briefly and when he took in a deep breath as he leaned back, your bashfulness faded into concern. His hands moved to cup your hips and his gaze flickered around the tiled floor before lifting to make eye contact. The tips of his ears turned a soft pink but the expression on his face remained unreadable.
"I.. I tried to keep feelings out of this. I really did. I'm not the ideal partner and I'm still working on some things but... I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me sometime?"
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devils-dares · 1 year
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Top of the Class
summary: you and matt could not be further from each other, he's unlike you in every way and you hate him for it, but something always draws the two of you back to each other.
pairing: college!matt murdock x fem!reader
warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, this is basically hate sex with a little softness at the end, semi-established relationship?? (they're enemies)
wordcount: 858
a/n: first smut whaaaat?
feedback is always appreciated!
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
The noise of his headboard hitting the wall did absolutely nothing to deter you from making even more noise, the pistoning of his hips stealing away any semblance of thought from you. His large forearms bracket your head, his lips mere inches from yours.
"How's it feel, huh? How's it feel being fucked 'by the likes of me'?" He uses your earlier words against you, having overheard a conversation between you and your friends.
You moan pathetically in response, nails dragging down his back to leave raised red tracks in their wake, he curses and drops his head, sucking marks into your skin.
"Did you finally realize you're nothing but a whore? Fucking around with all those prep boys yet you're sneaking into my room at night just to get a good fuckin’? Such a naughty girl." One of his hands leaves the support he has on the bed to hold your neck, squeezing just enough to limit your air intake and have that delicious emptiness in your brain become evermore delirious.
"Can't even fucking talk, hm? You gonna cum?" You nod, and he laughs at you, "Poor you, too bad. Hold it." You whine at his words but do as he says. You have no reason to, but his domineering position has you in literally and figuratively a chokehold, so you comply anyways.
He sits up, grabbing your thighs to push your legs over his shoulders. He gives you no warning but a little smirk and a dark chuckle before he resumes fucking you. He hits that spot, which annoyingly, only he can hit and you squeal.
"Don't hold back," he whispers, "I want everyone in this goddamned house to hear you scream.'' He starts thrusting harder, resulting in you and the bed being the loudest you possibly can.
"Matty, Matty, please," you say and he laughs at you again.
"What are you begging for, brat? Use your big girl words for a change, thought you were top of your class." You're afraid to request, however, feeling as though he'd make fun of you for what you wanted.
"Say what you want, whatever you wish I'll grant it." He says, and you're left wondering how he can exert so much energy yet have so much breath left to talk to you.
"Closer, pl-please." His hips stutter for half a second, and then he picks up the pace.
"Awh, you want me closer? Alright babybug." You hated when he called you petnames, but so long as he granted your wish, which he did, you didn't care.
"Gonna cum!" You squeal into his shoulder. He brings you impossibly closer to his body, and you can feel his abs flex with every thrust.
"Matty please," you beg, "can I cum?" He tuts at you.
"You're so far gone, aren't you, pretty girl? Yes, you can cum for me." He feels you tighten around him, grunting as you arch your back into him and practically scream his name. He fucks you through it, and only slows when he feels you squeezing his shoulder.
"Too much?" He asks softly, and you nod.
"I can stop, princess." You shake your head quickly.
"I want-" You have to take a breath to finish your statement, the aftershocks of your orgasm still washing over you, "want you to finish in me." He squeezes your hips and drops his head to your shoulder.
"Can't just say stuff like that, angel." You feel him tenderly resume his thrusts, groaning deeply into your neck as you squeeze around him.
You feel him throb inside of you, and if the tightening of his hands on your hips is anything to go by, he's close. You bring one of your hands up to his hair and give a gentle tug, coaxing him to "give it to me, Matty." He groans, and you feel him fill you up. You convince him to stay, his softening cock still tucked up inside of you while he lays his body weight on you.
"You alright?" He was always kind and gentle to you in the moments after, a stark contrast to your relationship outside the bedroom. You nod, feeling your eyes droop.
"I gotta go. Gonna fall asleep if I stay."
"Stay," he talks softly as if he were trying to lull you to dreamland, "I'll take care of you. Let me clean you up and dress you, I'll grab you a glass of water."
"You don't ha-"
"I'm offering, angel, let me." You nod and he does just as he says.
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The two of you lay in his bed, he's dressed in just boxers and you've thrown on panties and his shirt. Your ear is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat willing you to sleep.
"Thank you." You say sleepily.
"For?" He asks softly, hands running up and down your bare thighs.
"Letting me in."
"I'm not quite sure what that means, angel." But he won't get an answer, for you've fallen asleep on his chest. He vows to your sleeping figure that he won't move until you've woken, pressing a secret kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you too, angel."
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anasweetlywrites · 4 months
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“ The Project ” Tony Stark x Female!Reader
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► ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ◄
Y/N is an university student who decided to overwork herself with the “Two weeks with Tony Stark - life and habits of one of the richest man alive” project hoping that work will make her forget about her unrequited feelings she caught for someone she foolish thought she had a chance with and now she no longer feels she's worth of love
Tony, the arrogant genius who thought the university sent another idiot in his lab to annoy him with questions about his money and fame, has no idea how sensitive and hardworking the new student is and finds himself treating her like an asshole but quickly regrets his actions
They both slowly fall for each other but none of them believes they're worthy of love…after all what are the odds that two workaholics with creative minds caught in different worlds will make a perfect match?
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⌦Warnings : heavy angst ,lots of self doubt ,at first a little fluff then more fluff , smut (yes, will be...like I know myself will be a lot) , alcohol consumption, coffee consumption, two p.o.vs and other warnings at the beginning of each part
(Sorry in advance for slow updates , I'm still not feeling well and I have lots of stuff to do for university…)
⌦Part 1
⌦Part 2
⌦Part 3
⌦Part 4
⌦Part 5
⌦Part 6
⌦Part 7
⌦Part 8
⌦Part 9
⌦Part 10 ( epilogue )
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I don't do tagging stuff cuz I often forget usernames and lack of time so please follow me to see when I post another part,dear reader😉
Feedback it's appreciated 💖
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thewritersaddictions · 10 months
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Kinktober 2023 Master List
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Welcome to the 2023 Kinktober Master List
A/n- Don't interact if you're under the age of 18+. Read the tags for each post. This is all for fun. Reblog and like for this next year.
Word Count: 26,091 k
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Day 1: Geralt R. + Marco/Mirco
Day 2: Billy H. + Titfucking
Day 3: Homelander + Hate Sex
Day 4: Soldier Boy + Prostitution
Day 5: Daryl D. + Sweat
Day 6: Steve R. + Frottage  
Day 7: Rick G. + Virginity (Pre-Outbreak) 
Day 8: Tony S. + Breeding
Day 9: Billy B. + Lacation/Stripping
Day 10: Damon S. + Praise Kink
Day 11: Spencer R. + Humiliation
Day 12: Stefan S. + Somnophila
Day 13: Thor O. + Size Diff
Day 14: Leon S. K. + Orgasm Denial
Day 15: Jill V. + Temperature Play
Day 16: Maggie G. + Public/Gags
Day 17: Steddie & Y/n + Threesome
Day 18: Yennefer + Spanking
Day 19: Hopper + Uniform
Day 20: Lady D. + Body Mode/Mind Control
Day 21: Ada W. + Panties /Lingerie
Day 22: Bucky B. + Thigh Sex
Day 23: Negan S. + 6/9
Day 24: Klaus M. + Toys
Day 25: Joel M. + Pregnancy
Day 26: Steve H. + Masturbastion
Day 27:  Albert W. + Double Penetration
Day 28: Aaron H. + Daddy, Body Worshipping
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Day 30: Elijah M. + Over Stimulation
Day 31: Eddie M. + Costumes
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groguspicklejar · 25 days
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Wicked Heart Of Mine [3]
Summary: You come to learn that he does have a moral compass. Only, it's broken and skewered beyond repair.
Pairing: soft!dark!billy russo x f!reader
Warnings: soft!dark fic, +18 smut, dubcon/noncon, fingering, blackmail, emotional manipulation, mentions of nudes (taken nonconsensually), Billy being an absolute jerk.
A/N: fuck it we ball. i'm going to finish this whether it's the last thing i do. it's so good in my head, i promise. i just need to unfold it all on paper.
Masterlist
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Four
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“Wanna share?” You held out a red apple towards him. “You can take the first bite.”
Billy looked at you, blinking in surprise. He doesn't know how you found him at his favourite spot in the library. Hidden from everyone else. This is the one place he can't get bullied.
But there seems to be no place you can't find him.
He's nine years old now. Barely old enough to understand how to work the microwave in his latest foster mom's house and has yet to make one friend. Has yet to encounter someone who doesn't look at him with disgust.
He's intrigued by this girl who follows him everywhere. A little scared too. You were pretty. Bright-eyed for a girl who winded up in the foster system like him. You had a sweet smile and you blend well with others, even of you weren't as outspoken as them.
Billy doesn't like to admit that he's a little scared of you. After he watched you throw a handful of mud at Oliver so hard that he fell to the ground, Billy knows that underneath those pink dresses and ribbons, you're a force to be reckoned with.
He can't be sure what you want. Everyone else is keen to make him their punching bag. You, on the other hand, he's not sure. But he's about to find out.
“Sure.” Without warning, he takes a bite out of the fruit in your hand.
You recoil, and he thinks he might have scared you or made you mad but you were laughing. Really laughing. Billy doesn't know what to do with that reaction, but he doesn't think it's a bad thing. “Why did you do that?”
“You said I could take the first bite.” he frowns, unsure of what else to say.
You laugh harder, shake your head and take a seat next to him. Something in his stomach flips when he realizes that he has a much closer look at you now. You are… pretty. Cute. He likes the lack of malicious intent on your eyes. But your smile makes his hands sweat.
He's not sure whether he likes being this close to you. He doesn't know if he wants to be this close to you if it makes him feel this weird. Not when he doesn't know what this feeling is.
It's turbulent. Makes his ears burn hot. Makes his heart race faster. He hates it.
Billy checks his watch. The day has barely begun and he's already itching to get out of his office. His nerves are buzzing, they're begging him to come to find you.
The only reason he does not give in to that urge is because you'll be coming to Anvil for the last time. He gets a brief glimpse of you from above. The clear window gives him the perfect view. He watches you walk in and greet a few people as they pass by.
He notices the plastic smile on your lips. The stiffness in your shoulders and back. You chose a pair of jeans and a lilac sweater today. Something comfortable to mask the turmoil. There is no doubt in Billy’s mind that you’re still reeling from yesterday. You’re probably afraid too. He doesn’t know anyone who wouldn’t be. But he doesn’t want you to be.
Hurting you is the last thing he wants. The mere thought of it makes his chest tight. He knows you were wounded by your breakup. That’s why you were at the bar, drinking. He wanted to be there to soothe your pain. He's a little miffed that you don't want to continue working for him, but he guessed that he pushed it a little too far when he blackmailed you with the pictures.
Then you looked up and met his gaze. He thinks something in him tears open and leaves a huge gash when he notices how bloodshot your eyes were. You hold his stare for a brief second before moving away.
Billy, for the first time in his life, thinks he needs to backtrack his methods. He wants to keep you near. As close as necessary.
He lost you once. You took a piece of him with you when you left. A piece that was vital, he reckons, because from there, what was left of him twisted and morphed into a vicious monster hiding behind a dazzling smile. What was left of him took what it wanted from everyone who came near him. Tricked one victim after another into giving him what he wants. Then devouring them along with what they had to offer.
That monster that was born after your departure consumed everything in its part to fill the void you left. No one, except maybe Frank and his family, were safe from it.
And after yesterday, Billy thinks you might not be an exception to that either. He doesn’t want that to be the case. He doesn’t want to take anything from you. He just wants to keep you tethered to him. And he did it the only sure way he knew how.
Flowers and promises weren’t going to guarantee that you would stay. First, he had to separate you from that shit stain and he had to do it fast. Word of your engagement gave him anxiety, as much as it boiled his blood.
It did, however, make watching you break up with him all the more sweeter. He had been so relieved, practically on cloud nine. Mostly because he didn’t have to follow through with some elaborate plan to get rid of Julien altogether without getting his hands dirty.
Blackmailing you, however, was… yeah, he took things too far with that. But what could he have done to make you stay put? What could he have done to make sure that you don’t run away from him? He can’t have you slipping through his fingers again. Though he can’t say he liked seeing you cry either.
His chest tightened when the tears streaked down your cheeks. It was a horrible realization– he can’t stand to see you cry. Not unless you’re crying from the pleasure he’s giving when he’s fucking you good, of course, but other than that, Billy doesn’t think he can handle watching the mere sight of your sorrow for a second. He’s surprised he managed to handle himself well back there.
But he won’t let that get in the way. He’ll do it again to make you listen to reason.
His teeth have gotten bigger and he’s latched on to something more valuable than an apple this time.
Billy has waited far too long to get what he wants. He already has the money, the power and the cars. Now he just needs you. Ever since the day you were torn away from him, you were at the top of the list.
He stands outside your apartment complex, waiting for you. The building doesn’t look like much. It’s made of white bricks that stand out in the array of red and brown. He wonders about the security of this place, he wonders if you’re safe enough here.
He’s already making plans to move you to his penthouse.
It’s almost six in the evening. Despite the cold breeze and the smell of rain in the air, his hands are sweating. There is so much he wants to say to you. So much he wants to express ever since he realized who you are.
The little girl from so long ago. Here, all grown up now. A woman in her own right. Your beauty had grown into something magnificent. Flared hips and breasts and everything in between to make him lose what little morals he had left. A goddess he would gladly worship for the rest of his life.
He’s anxious. Painstakingly so.
This is the moment he’s been waiting for. He does not think he can stand another moment of loitering at the front door, but it cracks open. And there you are.
His breaths stutter at the sight of you.
The dress suits you well. He knew he made the right choice. But then again, anything would look good on you. The white fabric flows just above your knees as you move. He liked the way the neckline was shaped into a v that plunged into your cleavage. The fluffy scarf hung from the crook of your elbows. He loved those heels the most. He couldn’t not imagine fucking you while you’re wearing them.
He didn’t spare any expense on the jewellery either. He made sure to pick out a pair of the best diamond earrings money could buy. The diamond choker around your neck matched them just right. It was perfect.
You were perfect.
His feet draw him closer to you like a moth to an inferno. Helpless to your alluring light. It seeps into his blood. Warm and soft, bending his thoughts to you and you alone. He is transfixed, obsessively maddened by your very essence. That turbulent flutter in his chest returns with a vengeance after so many years of hardened silence.
You are every bit the object of his desire and if he’s not careful, you will be his downfall.
For a brief second, he wonders if that would be so bad. Falling at your knees. Breaking, splintering into pieces because of your radiance. He couldn’t see himself doing that for anyone else. None of the women he’s slept with could get this much of a rise out of him. It’s actually insane.
Billy is terrified of the power you hold over him.
You slowly meet him halfway. The sound of your heels clicking on the concrete steps does very little to calm him down.
“Sweetheart.” he muses softly, watching your every step. “You look ravishing.”
“Thank you.” Hollow. Cold as the evening air.
You’re still upset. He frowns. But he understands.
He holds his hand out for you when you approach the door of his car. You’re silent as the grave when you take it. “Do you like the dress?”
“It’s very nice. Thank you.” is all you say. The emptiness in your voice bothers him even more.
He closes the door after you get in the car. It’s beginning to dawn on him that the pictures might have really done you over. If you were going to be like this for the rest of the evening, then he might have to rethink his strategy of keeping you tied to him.
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You look at the girl in the mirror. She looks nothing like you.
She looks stunning in her elegant black mini-dress and silver lace-up heels. Dark red lipstick colours her lips. Black eyeliner sharpens the shape of her eyes. The diamond choker signified his ownership over you more than anything.
She’s pretty. You’d think she might be a runway model. She reminds you of one of your sisters. The ones who always had beauty to pave the way for them. As sick as it sounds, you kind of miss their bitchy attitudes. You miss the absent love of your parents, where they never took notice of you, where they never bothered with you.
They only loved you when it was convenient for them. Mostly for the public eye and social workers but that was just about it. To them, you were expendable, while their daughters were their diamonds. Their most prized possessions.
Even as lovely as you look now, you still can’t imagine why Billy Russo would want a girl like you. It doesn’t make sense why he could have any other woman in the world and yet he chooses to go after the one that wants nothing to do with him. You don’t think he went to any great lengths to find a way to bend you to his will, but it still doesn’t make sense.
You’ll have to ask him. As you make the final touches to your make-up, you glance at the picture on your nightstand.
Billy’s waiting outside. You meekly greet him as you walk out of your place, looking down at the silver straps of your shoes. You feel the heat of his gaze prickling your skin.
All you could think of were the pictures he showed you yesterday. How he so callously blackmailed you into getting what he wants. You can’t help but try to remember that night. You try to remember if you said no when he started taking those pictures, but it was doubtful. You were too high on the pleasure he brought upon you.
The hollow ache in your chest nearly cripples you as you resign yourself to the soundless demise as you enter his car.
You ask nothing of where he’s taking you when he drives. You don’t speak about the pictures. You don’t ask why, knowing that whatever reason he has will never make sense.
He has all the money and power to sway any woman into his bed. Hell, even without that, he still has the looks. Creature of the night. Luring all unsuspecting prey into his bed so he can take what he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Clouds cover the city’s skies today. It’s the perfect weather to be indoors. You look out the window, wishing you could be bundled in your blankets, completely unburdened by the troubles of the world.
“Why did you bring me here?” you quietly ask when you spot the sign on the building.
Your skin threatens to break out in hives. In an instant, you already know that this night is going downhill. It just had to be at this one specific place. It’s a nightmare you cannot seem to wake up from no matter how much you try.
“Heard it’s your favourite.” he smiles, and you struggle to keep your blank expression.
You’ve only been here three times in your life. And each time might have been some of the happiest moments of your life. Two birthdays and one celebration. These were times in your life when you forgot about everything else.
The daggers of your mother’s words, your sisters’ betrayals, your father's neglect, everyone who had ever bullied you, it all faded away here. Even the memory of your engagement wasn’t bitter when you think of when it happened. Nothing could touch you here.
Your fists clench when you think about how Billy Russo is going to taint this sacred place.
He even knew to pick your favourite secluded area inside the restaurant. You sit across from him and say nothing about it. When the waiter comes to the table, Billy orders for the both of you. And as you’ve already guessed, he picked your favourite meal.
Favourite this, favourite that. You wonder how much of your life he’s pocketed into one neat little file that sits in the bottom of his desk drawer. You wonder how long he’s been spying on you, collecting information on very aspect of your life so he could find a way to control it.
You hide behind a shell of indifference when he finally glances your way. You want to disappear from his gaze. Dissolve like salt in the water and exist in a state where he cannot see you ever again.
“Do you like the view?”
Your teeth snap shut in an instant to keep the venom from spilling over your lips. The violent urge to instigate a verbal fight and cause a scene nearly overtakes you. This rage, it frightens you.
It's a destructive ocean current that crashes against your restraint but the bars hold fast. Your hands clench on your lap, teeth threatening to crack in your mouth. “Am I allowed to answer honestly or do you want me to tell you that the view is nice?”
“An honest answer would be nice.” he says.
You are silent for a moment before a horrific thought comes to the forefront of your mind. “Was breaking up with my fiance your doing?”
To your chagrin, he leans back on his chair, smiling. Almost as if he expected this inquiry.
“No.” He shakes his head. “No, that was an unexpected surprise. Though I can’t say I wasn’t already planning on doing something about that.” The look of horror on your face makes him chuckle. “I really would’ve liked to take credit for it.”
Somehow, you’re sure you would’ve ended up with one dead husband-to-be, instead of a cheating one. Honestly, it is unclear to you which one is worse. Living with someone who didn't truly love you or living with someone's death on your conscience.
Both are abhorrent. You'd rather not think about that scenario.
The food comes back and you don't even have the appetite to even look at it. He thanks the waiter, who promptly goes away in a haste. You envy the boy, stuck in financial issues rather than-
"Well?" Billy's prompt cuts you out of your thoughts. He's looking at you expectantly, gesturing to your plate. "Dig in. Aren't you hungry?"
"Hardly." you respond dryly.
"You've got to eat something." he retorts.
You want to hurl yourself over the table and strangle him. "Oh, so you suddenly care now?"
The low call of your name is a warning.
You grit your teeth and pick up the fork, glaring at him as you stab the nearest piece on your plate. He seems satisfied when you bring the steamed vegetable to your mouth and start chewing.
He begins eating his own meal too.
“What if I call the cops on you?” you challenged.
The knife clatters on his plate. His quiet rage explodes through the air and you feel the sudden chill in your bones. His expression hardens. “Don't make me hurt you.”
You're frozen by the gravity in his voice. Your wrath dowsed and forgotten in the darkness of his obsidian eyes.
“Say you do call the cops. What then?” he leans back in his chair, tilting his chin up, one hand on the table as he twirls his fork with elegant slender fingers. “They open an investigation and they find out about our… night of passion.”
You wince at the dark emphasis of those words.
He continues with the shrug, his gaze shifting away to the view outside the glass. “I’d argue that we were both drunk and that we both wanted it, which we did. With a good lawyer, I might get a slap on the wrist. Sure–”
“You would be a registered sex offender.” you harshly interject, standing up far too quickly, causing your chair to scrape on the floors. A lie. With a good lawyer, he’ll make sure you hardly stand a chance in court.
His retort was just as sharp, eyes blazing with a darkness that scares you, “And your mother will call you a slut for the rest of your life.”
Silence cripples your tongue and you’re forced to swallow down your next retort. You glance around to notice the few people who are looking your way and you feel foolish for your impulsive behaviour.
“So will everybody else.” Billy continues, smirking. “Nobody would hire you. No guy ever would take you seriously. But your mother…”
You can already hear her yelling at you. Calling you all sorts of nasty things in front of the entire family...again. You don’t know if you’ll be able to survive her again. Things have been rocky between you and her and as far as you know, you’re on thin ice for not doing things her way.
That ice is cracking already.
“Yeah, she’d hate you.”
As if she doesn’t already. You just can’t stand the idea of giving her more reasons to hate you.
Billy leans back on his chair, nodding his head to you. “Take a seat and enjoy your meal, sweetheart.”
You gave him the most scathing look you could muster. But it quickly melts into defeat. You can do nothing but obey him.
Dinner was quiet after that. It’s hard not to grit your teeth throughout the entire ordeal. You’ve given up trying to control your dead expression.
You don't know what he plans to do after that and quite frankly, you'd rather not think about it.
The ride home was… tense. You appreciated the silence but you hated being in his presence. He didn’t seem to mind it. However, he was annoyed by the fact that you kept removing his hand every time he placed it on your thigh while he was driving.
“Are you gonna stop?” he glared at you once the car stops at a red light.
You gave him an equally heated scowl. “Depends. Are you?”
His nose flares just as the light turns green. When his gaze shifts, you made the mistake of thinking that would be the end of it. It wasn’t.
Oh, you have no idea what you’ve just started.
Because as soon as the car stops in front of your place, he opens the door as soon as you do and follows you to the door. You try to shut him out, but he pushes right past you and closes the door, locking it behind him.
He grabs you when you try to run, hoping that you might get to your room and lock yourself in. Hoping that you’ll have the chance to barricade the door before he gets to break it down. You get no such luxuries.
You’re pinned to the front door and the heat of his palm nearly scorches your throat. The frantic beating of your heart and the roar in your ears make it hard to keep your wits together. He’s going to hurt you. You feel it in your shivering bones.
The thought fills you with more dread than you know what to do with.
“You want to be a brat? Fine.” The hand on your jaw tightens as the other slides underneath your dress. “But don’t be surprised when you’re treated like one.”
You try to close your thighs when his fingers graze the edge of your lace panties. It was futile. He presses right against your clit over the clothing, making you hiss, your eyes snapping shut. Your heart pulses wildly, even though he does absolutely nothing. Yet.
“Are you gonna be good?” The rhetorical question makes your blood boil.
“Fuck you.” you spat, hoping it'll hurt him.
But no. It does quite the opposite.
“Oh, sweetheart.” he chuckles. you know he hears your quiet whimper as his finger rubs your clothed pussy. “All you had to do is ask.”
Your struggles are futile, your hips trying and failing to buck his grasp off of you, but he presses down on your throat even if your weak hands claw at his wrist, determined to keep you prisoner and resumes fondling you through your underwear. You don’t think he cares if the diamonds on your choker prick his skin.
“That’s not– ah!” your words melt into a sudden gasp when he drags your panties to the side and touches your bare pussy. “S–stop it!”
“Then stop being fucking difficult.” he snaps.
You try to push at his wrist, despite your own body betraying you, your cunt starts leaking as he keeps touching you. “I’ll stop when you delete those–”
“Not a chance.”
But then he stops to fish out his phone from his pocket and unlocks it. It takes a second for him to find what he wants, but soon, the screen hovers over your face.
“Take a look.” he commands but you can't. The picture of you glares back at you, haunting you. He grips your chin and forces you to look at it. “Take a good long look at them.”
Tears prickle your eyes when you open them, hopelessness settling in your chest. It's useless to fight him. To fight what he's doing to you. Even if you do escape from under him, he could still ruin your life.
He locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket. “Keep fighting me and I’ll post them all over social media. Now do as I say and things don’t have to get messy.”
You don't want to cry. You don't want to give him the satisfaction. He's already taken enough of your dignity.
Billy eased up the grip on your throat with dark eyes trailing down the length of your dress. You think he's going to tear it open and ravish you like the animal that he is. But he doesn't. He frees your neck, only for his hand to trail down.
“Open your legs for me.” he orders softly. “Let me see that sweet pussy.”
Your jaw clenches tightly. Slowly, your thighs part while his hand hikes up your dress until the fabric bunches around your hips. When his eyes dip low and settle on his prize, he inhales sharply.
“fuck...” he drawls.
You couldn't stand him looking at you like that. All spread out and exposed for him. It's a special kind of humiliation, knowing how wet you are. You flinch as feel his fingers running through your slick folds, squirming when he circles your clit tenderly.
A moan gets trapped in your throat, your head tipping back against the wooden door, knees trembling at the wicked sensation. It’s like an infection. A poison seeping into your blood, taking over every muscle and nerve and turning it against you. Bending you to his will. He fondles your sensitive clit, drawing your forbidden pleasure to the surface.
“Oh, you’re so…” His finger slowly glides inside and you silently curse yourself, whimpering at how wet you feel. He sounds just as wrecked as you feel. “Fuck…”
He takes his time sliding out and goes right back in. Heat simmers down at the base of your spine as his thumb slowly plays with your swollen clit, biting your lip at how good it feels.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea how crazy you make me.” he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent while he still works his fingers inside of your pussy. “Is this all for me? You’re so wet…”
“N–no–” you try to push him away to no avail. Heat flushes your cheeks when you hear the lewd noises your pussy makes with the way he fondles it.
“You pretend to hate this but we both know how much you want it. Just look–” He removes his fingers and your sigh of relief comes far too soon. You hate how your body still calls out for him, how badly you wanted that high. His fingers are glistening as he shows them to you. “This is proof. This is all I need to know.”
You watch in horror as he slips his fingers into his mouth, his eyes fluttering at the taste of your essence. It shouldn't be nearly as erotic as he makes it seem. Your legs close on instinct. Or at least attempt to, while he is distracted.
For a moment, you think he's going to fuck you right then and there. But he makes no effort to take off his belt or unzip his pants.
He lets you go and it takes a monumental effort to stay on two feet. You think he breaths a sigh before he smirks once more and says, “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
He presses a forceful kiss on your cheek and leaves you with shaky legs and a tainted conscience.
At this rate, you’re never getting rid of him. Nor will you ever get rid of the rot in your veins.
His wicked ways are going to be the death of you, that’s for damn sure.
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an-evergreen-rose · 2 years
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Cant sleep without you
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reader x wanda maximoff
warnings: mentions of injury
summary: you cant sleep without your girlfriend there
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It was around 2 in the morning when you heard the door to Wanda and yours shared room open. although you weren't asleep, finding it impossible without Wanda by your side, you still let out a small whimper at the bright light of the corridor flooding your room.
"im sorry, baby. go back to sleep," the sokovian woman whispered, her accent thicker due to her fatigue.
you sat up with a pout on your lips as you turned on the lamp beside you, "you know i cant sleep without you here."
Wanda looked at you with tired, yet understanding eyes. she was exactly the same. the rest of her teammates would often find Wanda half asleep on the couch watching sitcoms waiting for your return. in fact, one time, your 2 day mission turned into a week of tedious and totally unimportant surveillance, keeping you from Wanda. the only time Wanda did rest that week was when she collapsed in the middle of training with Natasha, who later scolded Wanda for her unhealthy sleeping habits - or lack of.
dropping her bag on the floor, she came to side on the side of the bed, reaching her hand out to rest on your cheek, which you gladly accepted. "I missed you."
you turned you head to kiss her hand, "i missed you too, are you okay? no injuries?"
Wanda smiled at your concern, "just a few bruises." you couldn't help the crease that formed by your eyebrows and Wanda leaned in to kiss your forehead, "I promise I’m okay detka."
you wanted nothing more than to hold her in bed, knowing that's what she loved most about coming back from missions, but you also knew she needed to clean herself up. "let me run you a bath?" you said in a small voice, still tired form the restless night, almost pleading her to let you take care of her.
she gave you a small smirk as she leaned in to kiss your pouting lips, "only if you join me."
you were thankful for the dim lighting in the room, allowing you to hide your crimson cheeks slightly, but Wanda knew they were there. she always knew how to make you blush, loving how shy you got Infront of her, despite being together for so long.
once in the bathroom, you began running the bath, lighting a couple of Wanda's favourite scented candles that rested on the small corners of the bath, knowing that Wanda liked it. you turned around to see her sat onto of the sink counter, a smile on her face as she reached her hands out for you, pulling you in between her legs for a much needed hug.  
"i love you, so much," Wanda said, gripping tight.
"I love you to wands, but i need to breathe." you mumbled into her chest, and Wanda quickly loosened her hold on you, allowing you to get some air but not enough to get away form her completely.
Wanda let out a small laugh, "sorry, baby. I just really missed you." kissing you tenderly.
whilst you were held captured in your girlfriends embrace, she had used her magic to stop the bath from overflowing as you kissed her neck - not in a sexual way, but a loving way, wanting to show her just how much you appreciated her being here. she moved her arms to your waist, gripping the hem of your shirt, tugging at it softly to signal that she wanted it off. disconnecting your lips from her skin, you allowed her to take it off, blushing once again as she looked at your exposed chest.
she gave you a small nod when you reached for her shirt, being careful when taking it off, to not wanting to hurt her from her previous injuries. she let out a small whimper at the stretch. you gasped when you realised why, seeing just how bruised her ribs were.
"You said it was nothing major." you whispered, gently reaching your hand out to trace the harsh purple spots.
Wanda cupped your face in her hands, stopping you from your movements as you looked your girlfriend in her green eyes. "I didn't want you to be mad," she said teasingly.
"I’m not mad at you Wanda," you replied, "maybe a little because you didn't tell me before, but-" Wanda laughed a little, but you didn't miss the small wince in her face when she did. "I'm just worried about you, I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"nothing bad is ever going to happen to me, not when i have you to come home to. I'll make sure of it," she replied, seeing the fear creep into your eyes. "lets get into the bath, detka," she says, kissing your forehead, "before the water gets cold."
after stripping away the rest of your clothes, you laid back in the bath, letting Wanda rest between your legs, your hands gently massaging her hair as she let out a sigh of relief, the water doing wonders to her tired body.
once you had washed her hair and massaged her shoulders to ease her tension, you got out, fetching some towels for the both of you, making sure to give the fluffiest and warmest one to your girlfriend. she hummed in appreciation as you dried her hair, combing through it as gently as you could before helping her into some clothes to sleep in once you had your own on.
whilst cleaning up the bathroom, your chuckled as your heard Wanda groan from your bed, "baby, come here."
quickly turning off the light, you walked over to your bed seeing your girlfriend laying half asleep, her arms wide open for you to crawl into. resting your head on her shoulder, you lay your arm over her waist, careful not to hurt one of her new bruises. "goodnight, detka," she mumbles into your hair.
"goodnight, wands."  
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angelltheninth · 10 months
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Miguel O'Hara with a Short Girlfriend
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, establidhed relationship, kissing, cuddles, teasing, size difference
A/N: I'm short, that's the whole reason I'm writing this.
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Miguel loves seeing you strugling to reach for something on the top shelf
You look so cute he almost wants to let you do it yourself
But then he remembers that he should be a good, helpful boyfriend
Thanks to his spider powers he can sneak up behind you quite easily
Sometimes he will crawl up on the sealing and reach down for what ever you're grabbing, quickly putting it behind his back and telling he'll let you have it if he can have a kiss
A fair trade if you ask him
Other times he will sneak up from behind you and hoist you up on his shoulders
You know to expect him now because he's done it so many times you're no longer spooked but you still give a playful yelp
Clothes sharing is a given, you are free to take anything from his side of the closet
If you have one of his big shirts on its really easy to kiss your shoulders and neck
And also get a good view of your thighs when you reach up
Cuddles at least three times a day or else he gets really clingy with you, he loves phisical affection
Has to bend down to kiss you or lift you up, mostly by your thighs
Or he can push you against the wall and let you sit on his thighs while he takes his sweet time kissing you
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hearts4court · 4 months
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someone PLEASE write a witch!reader x loki friends to lovers
prince loki has a crush on a cute witch from asgard who he grew up with. supportive brother thor getting his younger brother to admit his feelings🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
idc if there's smut or not i NEED this written.
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zombiiegrr · 1 year
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Brooklyn Baby. (๑>◡<๑)
a dbf! bucky x afab! reader.
word count : 3130
honestly everything is the same but Bucky is like healed happy and he more like amazing soldier then winter solder lol and jazz thanos didn’t happen causes it’s not marvel it’s more like real army idk with Tony still bring a billionaire + vision being ‘normal’ like wandavison and wanda acting like that aswell :)
cw: y/n is down so bad, cocky!bucky, slightly toxic! bucky not at first, age gaps (y/n is 21 while bucky is 38), cursing, smut. jealously, secret relationship. mentions of skin tone doesn’t exist here. daddy issues, slight mommy issues idk characters pick up the reader theyre all STRONG ass men so dont think the reader is supposed to be petite or anything!! ALSO there’s mention of recent readers 21 birthday ok I’m a june 3 gemini so… idk… ur birthday but it’s technically going to be hot in the fanfic so summer but I won’t say birthdates
Your mother had you at 17 leading to your father going into the military at 18 leaving you and your mother, fighting for his country meeting friends turning into family including bucky
i've always thought when someone watches someone growup then bangs them is kinda sooooo odd.. so bucky was never really around the reader when she was a kid he was on duty and when he was around the reader was way to nervous to even be downstairs when he was there so its not like that!!!!!!
music i listened to while writing. some song fit ill tell u to play them
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“Now landing in New York! enjoy your holiday or welcome home!” The flight attendant says waking you up. You stood gain the feeling back in your legs, got your suitcase from above you wait for the people in front of you to get their items.
Your phone finally gained service flooding in texts from your roommate asking if you got on the flight safe. a bit from your mother telling you to make your dad get you things and more family telling you to have fun and say hi to your father for them. after reading most you finally got to your father's texts telling you his friends were coming to the airport to get you and to be “nice to them”
Just great. You loved your dads' friends the only thing was you had a crush on about every one of them realizing how attractive they are when you hit puberty making you shy around them leading to them thinking you dislike them. It had been 8 years since you left to California to live with your mother for school/the social life (Californian here!) Visiting during summers, Christmas, Thanksgivings and or your father's birthday. After 18 you choose spending summers and most holidays with your father and mother sometimes coming with.
Your fathers' main friends. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, San Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James Rhodes. James “Bucky” Barnes, & Scott Lang. Your father had a lot of friends from all over and They were all handsome, but Bucky was breathtaking. You hadn’t seen him in 8 years well you seen him but hadn't even had a full convo you would avoid him like the plague being so embarrassed of the things you talked about with your friends when they pointed him out in family vacation photos.
You finally fully got off the plane moving quicky not wanting to be late and make them wait outside as you arrive outside blinded by the brightness of the sun as you wait for your eyes to adjust. As you finally get the hang of the brightness you hear some walking fast behind you “NO WAY SAME AIRPORT!?” Scott says as he walks over holding cassies hand as she waves aggressively with her other hand you smile wide knowing Scott lived above you in California , San Francisco. So it made sense landing in the same airport.
A car horn makes you all look over quickly seeing an Chrysler 300 with a metal arm out the window meeting the glasses of a guy smirking at you and before you could react someone busts open the back door making your face light up realizing who it was.
“DOUNTTTTT!!!!!” Clint screamed getting looks from other people there as you ran to him aswell
“HAWKEYE!!!” Clint had earned the name hawkeye when he had been the only one approved to use a bow and arrow with guns on the field and according to your dad he moved and had the eyes of a hawk giving him the nickname “Hawkeye” which you loved as a child still using now when he called to check on you helping you during fails and letting you stay with his family during fights with your mom.
"Geez you look all different kid had to make sure it was you." Clint says as he hugged you tightly giving you a kiss on the forehead while taking your suitcase in the other arm.
"Is that really you superstar you got taller or is something else different?" A kind smile meets your eyes as Sam reaches over the driver's seat "Well, I'm 21 now! last time you seen me I was like what 17?" Clint nods his head as he puts your suitcase in the back of the car.
“WHATS UP TINY” Sam says as he gets out the car to run and hug Cassie earning a giggle from Cassie as he lifts her up “oh you brought your father” sam jokes as he puts her down “Yeah ok Sam it’s great to see you to” Scott laughs as he hugs him and Clint
"Hello ladybug" Bucky says removing his glasses. he called you ladybug when he came home from duty to you welcoming him home with your dad in a ladybug outfit and when you dyed your hair red and black and always wore black and white. You liked ladybugs and liked that the few times you spoken; he had called you one.
"James-" he laughed slightly at your formality reminding you that bucky was fine making your stomach fluttery at the eye contact "Almost drove past you bug. You look beautiful you father talks about you like you're still a kid hiding from us on the stairs. But then I seen Scott your a lifesaver Scott " Bucky eyes you making you feel small under his gaze.
"Woah lay off the charm handsome" Scott laughs out loud not causing Bucky to break eye contact just smirk a bit more.
You get in the car begging bucky to drive you home fast He laughs and jokes about how insane Californians are with driving. OfCourse the two in the car start agreeing and shit talking Californians. You laugh seeing as you were literally in NEW YORK and so were they. and in an argument between the worst driving between New York and Cali? New York takes the cake or at least in your opinion.
you see scott putting his stuff in the back and you asking if Scott and Cassie were getting a ride then you got confirmation that Scott was invited by your father and you would be going to the same place!
the car ride was a bit quiet besides humming from you or clint. Many questions from Cassie before she passed out knocked out after 5 minutes. Bucky did ask about school, housing, and asked how your mom was doing. You answered all happily just happy to talk to anyone other then your roommate or your mom. Sam starts to ask the ‘good’ questions asking if you had had a drink yet since you had (recently) turned 21 extremely quietly looking over at Cassie You answered half ass knowing you truthfully had only had a few cocktails and maybe a beer while at a party only enough to get tipsy nothing getting you drunk.
You Start to pull up to the house watching your father standing outside with Tony talking about something noticing us pulling in.
“OH YOUR HOME” you father says LOUDLY gaining a very blank stare from Tony covering his ear rolling his eyes. He parks and you run out to hug your father being too broke to see him but not wanting to ask others to pay for a ticket you hugged him for a while before tony ask how long it’s been since you had seen each other.
“6 Months. Longest time since I was on duty.” You father answers gaining a frown from you. “College payment. I went broke and tried working overtime but my car-“your father cut you off with another hug reminding you that you’re here now daddy issue go crazy.
It had taken a while to repair the relationship with your father dealing with the damage of what he did and how his cheating broke up your family and how he ‘parented you’ due to his own issues and ‘shell shock’ from the years at service you could recognize he was trying so hard to change and heal.
“not to ruin the moment but I have a surprise or well we have a surprise let’s go inside” you dad says as you watch Clint grab your bag so you start walking in with your dad.
Steve, and Rhodes were talking in the kitchen looking over and noticing you. “Hell kid you sure grew up” Steve walks over giving you a big hug seen as those are common today sorry if you hate hugs Rhodes behind also giving you a hug.
“Ok give me the floor please lady’s and gentlemen. I and Darren have decided to force all of you to go on a family trip with us and before any of you say shit like ‘work’ or ‘kids’ or whatever I will slap you i cleared everything for you guys cause I’m me. But yeah kids are coming with causes it a damn huge lake house” Tony says as he pulls his laptop out to pull up the lake house Information.
“We and I mean WE ALL will be staying at Twin Oaks At The Chapin Estate for the summer because I own that place and it sits there collecting dust. HEY, Clint your kids they will have a room with bunk beds and Scott you okay with Cassie bunking them and Morgan?” Scott said it was perfectly fine with him if It was okay with Cassie who was nodding. Tony continued “it’s me and pepper of course Darren already claimed his room Nat and banner are gonna visit but not stay, Vision, Wanda, their kids and Thor will be staying in a place that they decided to rent like a seven-minute walk away from away from us so that’s cool. So that’s three more rooms any takers?
Everyone was kind of collecting information. You were overjoyed about going out to the lake and the family restaurants in that area. Sam said that he was fine with a couch and really didn’t need a room which a few people without rooms started to agree with.
As everyone started talking about rooms and stays and everything else your mind starts to wander to Bucky and the thought you and him staying in the same place overnight although you did feel a bit silly getting so excited over that. You didn’t even realize he was sitting right in front of you at the table smiling at you making you feel warm you stupidly thought if he could hear your thoughts. You thought about asking your dad to put you both in the same room cringing at the look your father would give you.
“hey ladybug” bucky whispers making you look at him making eye contact for the first time in a bit. “Hm?” You ask trying not to express any nervousness especially not around everyone else and especially not in front of him. “excited? I haven’t been on a trip in forever even if we’re staying in New York that place is expensive knowing Tony” you agreed saying you were excited just nervous about getting bored or homesick he laughed a bit and reminded you he won’t let you get bored locking eye contact feeling his knee slightly hit yours before he his smirk slightly grew.
“Okay final decision. Me and pepper, Clint and Laura, The kids, Darren, y/n, Rhodes, and Steve. And for some reason the rest of you prefer the couches? I dont know but I don’t care it’s figured out. Also shit I told the kids I’m sponsoring that he can bring his friends out to the lake and the pool and the gym and all that they aren’t staying but heads up.”
“Parker?” Darren asks. Tony nodded his head as he closed his computer. Everyone looked happy and it make you happy. Bucky would be using a couch which seemed like something he would do but being honest he’ll probably share a room with Steve falling asleep on the couch in Steve’s room of choice. You were fine with him sneaking in your room though
When the thought came to your head your looked at him right away giggling and squeezing your legs together like a teenager everyone looked at your confused and you father asked what was so funny backed up by bucky wondering as-well you laughed again apologizing and changing the subject saying you would be going shopping to pack for the trip backed up by Scott asking if you would be so kind to pick up a bathing suit for Cassie which you agreed
“Do you even remember where everything is?” Bucky teased. Why was he being so flirty? Were you being delusional?? Were you misinterpreting everything? Was he flirting or just hot and talking .
“yeah. Wanna go with just incase I forgot?” Smoothhhh you thought to yourself begging that no one else will invite themselves attempting to keep his invitation quiet.
“Don’t mind if I do. I have the ugliest swim trunks so I have to get new ones hun” he replied getting up saying he would get his keys
Everyone else said it would be smart to go Home and pack or something all deciding to meet up here again the next morning at 7am to start the drive over seeing as it would take a few hours did my research frfr
about 30 minutes later! (>ω^)
“sooo adult Life? How do you like it? I asked this before but in a car full of people and a kid so is it the same answer?” Bucky asked as walked around the clothing store you laughed knowing you did change your answer cause of the people in the car
“It’s shit. My mom forgets I’m a adult and cussed me out because i went to “way to many parties in one week” and posted “things” when I knew people from church view my story so she took my car which caused me to spend everything on a new one which is why I couldn’t pay to come out here” you could feel the words pouring out of you and Bucky was an amazing listener he followed every word you spoke feeling and reading you emotions and you could tell that made your heart pound.
“Man im sorry kid. Why didn’t you reach out? Dumb question I know it can be hard but your ‘uncle’ is a billionaire he would have happily got you a ticket to visit and your dad missed you like crazy he would have definitely helped.”
you frowned again. “oh no ladybug I didn’t mean like you did something wrong I’m just saying we’re here for you. We care and if you ever need to come out here for anything we will happily help. excuse me I’m not the best with words”
“you’re great. thank you bucky.” you said as you hugged his arm he pulled you away a bit which made you confused but then he gave you a full hug in the middle of the store which made you laugh in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him go. He smelt so good and covered so much of you he held on to you so tightly and easy it make you shake.
“Woah you're shaking to hard of a hug. Sorry kid” you held on before he could let go and reassured him that you were fine and just a bit touch starved, he let out an attractive laugh whispering take all the time you need. You could feel the change in your panties as you grew wetter in his hold as he whispered asking If you were alright. Making you hold him tighting nodding you head.
You finally let go shaking embarrassed that you were this into a hug for crying out loud. You locked eye contact he was smirkingly as usual looking down at your basket asking if you got everything you needed you nodded asking if he did Aswell seeing as he had nothing.
“Oh no sweetheart I just wanted a excuse to come with” you genuinely felt like you had a flood in your panties you felt so shameless for getting so wet over that over everything he did or said you nodded and smiled at him walking away before you did something stupid.
While in line Bucky was clearly eyeing your basket. The underwear the bikini THE everything or maybe he was just looking over? Unless he asked “isn't that a bit small?” pointing at the bikini “your daddy isn't gonna like that”
“I don’t care what daddy thinks or says I want the bikini”
for once Bucky looked surprised or well for a few seconds before he had a different look on his face he looked so good like he liked whatever I said I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you’re sure it had something with saying daddy.
“Move in line y/n” once again whispering in your ear you did once again feeling that pulse in your panties. If he whispered in your ear one more time you were gonna-
“You total is $226.88 cash credit? Debit? Or Apple Pay” The cashier snapped you out of it with that total as you were so confused how you got that much stuff for a 1-and-a-half-month trip. Before you could think Bucky puts his Card in being way to buff for you to cross over and cancel you just stood there saying nonooooooooo i GOT it when you definitely didn’t have it but Bucky did. Tony slipped him a card
He grabbed your bags grabbing your hand aswell leading you out saying let’s go.
“Bucky that was a lot of money.” He ignores you as you both get back into the car as you keep repeating that he didn’t need to and that you needed to look at everything to see if it was even worth it and he still wasnt repling until he did.
“Y/n i GOT it. Please kid don’t worry about me we’re gonna have so much fun and spend a lot of time together if thats alright with you and if you would stop stressing about some money right now we could start having fun right sweetheart? Thank you.” He said calmly just sternly making me sit back into lt seat
“Atta girl thank you” you almost whimpered outloud he was very leading and it made you weak he probably knew so much things you don’t you want him to teach you
“hellllllllo you’re Home ladybug” you look around seeing that youre in your driveway and start to freak out nervous to ask for his number. “Thank you so much. Is there anyway we could talk? Instagram? Number? Email? Sorry that’s silly.“ you were mixing all of your words up again. he nodded and took his phone out handing his phone to you as you put you phone number in you felt his eyes on you.
“Thank you i was going to ask someone for you number but easy if you did First” you GOT nervous at THE idea that he fought of you.
“good night Bucky don’t forget tomorrow” You said as you got your bags and got out the card.
“Oh i wouldn’t miss it for the world ladybug” he said as he watching you making sure you got into the house safely
until next time sweetheart.
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I hope you guys liked this!!! took so long im so sorry plz plz let me know how you guy liked it also Lmk for tag list this is a series.
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anundyingfidelity · 8 months
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NOT MEANT TO BE — Talos x female!reader
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Summary: Talos survived to Gravik's attack. Now you are taking care of him after he inexplicably left you years ago.
Word count: 1.9k.
Warnings: hints to sex and infidelity, spoilers of Secret Invasion?, fixing Talos death in Secret Invasion fic (that is not canon, I am against it). The usual spoilers of Secret Invasion but I bet everyone forgot about it now. Forbidden love. Angst but also fluff.
Notes: so I feel this is very late and we're only 3 Talos stans, anyway I need some domestic Talos in my life, but most important I need to fix this character because he deserves the world. *sobs*. Shout out to the anon who requested this.
I'm also sorry if this is boring and forgive me for any errors as my main language is not English.
GEN MASTERLIST!
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In silence, you sat down in the dark, hospital-like room. Two days passed and he was still sleeping, unconscious. Nothing more you wished but seeing his eyes again. His real eyes.
i. In which you wake up
How? It didn't matter how, either in his real skin or his human disguise, you missed him and he was once everything for you. And that never changed. A book was lying on your lap but your attention was focused on other things. On him and the memories you were trying so hard to forget, until you realized that would not happen. His memory was strong in your head.
You wished somehow your paths would cross one more time, to give yourselves a chance again. However, this wasn't how you wanted it to happen.
Years before, Fury presented both of you for a mission. You started with SHIELD at a very young age, so this was a huge step in your career inside the organization. But it was also the downfall of your heart.
Talos and you spent more than a year together in Europe, him in his human skin most of the time as it was required. And you fell for him - hard. The thoughts of your last night together in that hotel room were vividly in your head... it was perfect. His touch, his words, his warmth, his lovely words... Until you woke up to an empty spot on the bed, with a small note on the boudoir saying:
"I'm sorry, I have to go."
And that was it.
Until Fury called you, inexplicably, and you didn't have a heart to say no to this situation. So Talos was sleeping on the bed of this room, with you taking care of him until he would be awake again. A sigh left your lips, wishing he would finally open his eyes and you'd be able to see him, and talk to him, to feel him. With a sigh, you went back to the book you had, looking over his serene figure sleeping on the bed by your side. Hopefuly he was going to wake up soon.
It was about half an hour later than you forgot about your book and observed how he slowly blinked, trying to get used to the dim light in the room. He was back, just a little. Weak, but it was something. He started to move his hands slowly, looking around the place and feeling strange.
"G'iah..." he whispered with a raspy voice.
"She's okay," you soothed, lacing your hand with his own, carresing his real skin in a tight grip. "She's fine, you need to rest."
Your name comes out of his dry lips and it was hurting you. Quickly you took a glass of water from the nightstand and pour small sips on his lips while you helped Talos to sit down on your mattress.
After a moment of realization of where he was and what had happened, he looked at you as if a ghost appeared in front of his eyes. Your hand cupped softly his cheek and he leaned into your warm touch.
"Rest, we'll talk later."
"How many time..." he whispered, but couldn't finish the question.
"Just a couple of days. Rest, you need it, G'iah is fine," you assured him, taking again his hand between yours.
"Fury?"
"He's doing fine too, don't worry about that old man," you smiled sweetly. "Fury called me, he brought you here."
"Where?" Talos breathed, you squeezed his hand softly, afraid of what would happen next.
"My home."
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ii. In which you confront
You were not ready for this, but you accepted to take care of the former general skrull during his recovery. It was a hard thing to do, considering your history together and the fact that somehow you never got over him. Even if you forced yourself to do so.
It wasn't an easy task to do. G'iah somehow sent you a serum to inject his father as he came unconscious to your place. He was healing at a slow pace, but he was looking better now that he was up having a small dinner in your dinning room.
"So a super-skrull, huh?"
"That's what she is now, at least as far as I know."
Talos nodded completely focused on the food on his plate, he was really hungry. Poor thing, a lot of things were happening in his life. "This might be a bit shocking or weird for you..."
He shook his head, looking at you with his big purple eyes. "Not as much as I thought," he said while he took a bite. "Y'know, things are crazy after the Blip... And being honest, I thought I'd be dead by now."
You tried to chuckle, but brushed it off. He was still here. Alive. With you.
"Your daughter is so brave. She really saved you, Talos."
He breathed, you were sure he didn't know he was holding all that air inside his lungs.
"I really don't know what to say to that. She's gone again. Feels like I never had her back."
"Hey, I will contact her."
"I'd love that, but first, could we talk?" Talos locked his eyes with yours for the first time that day.
"About what?"
"About what does this mean," he whispered.
"You're the one who left and years later I am here taking care of you, and now you're questioning me?" it was more an affirmation than a question. "Incredible. You should sleep now."
"I'm not- Listen, I'm not trying to make you say something. I know I'm the one who has to apologize," Talos stuttered with his words, he looked and felt guilty.
But you also did feel that same way for years.
He was with you during your long mission, pretending something was happening between you and him, but he was still married in the end. Talos had a wife and a daughter, and for some time you ignored the reality. His reality. And you knew you were selfish, hurting someone you didn't even meet before just to feel loved and safe once in your life. However this was a game for two. And Talos never pushed back, he wanted it as much as you did.
Maybe the guilt suddenly appeared. Maybe it was Fury calling for him because of an emergency. Anything. After he left, you received a message stating the work was done. So you went back to your reality. Talos was still the general when you messed up, and he was looking for a new planet to call home so nothing was guaranteed. He would never give up his family or his people for a human like you. But in the end, you accepted his words. Because they were true to you. And he was all you had right now.
"I want to say sorry too," you mumbled. "We did bad things and they were not right."
Talos accepted your apology in silence. He knew too well what both of you did. Soreen eventually found out, but that was another story. Still, he loved her until her last day. He would love her forever. But she was long gone now.
"Maybe we should start again," he suggested after a moment of silence.
"Maybe."
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iii. In which you start again
Seven days passed after Talos woke up at your place and he was basically healed by now.
The wound on his chest was almost gone and you were glad he decided to take a break before speaking to Fury once again and running behind him.
Talos started to get his human form again, with the face of the former boss of Fury. You liked him both ways, in his own skin or not. He was still as beautiful and kind as you remembered.
Though the routine was the same every day, you felt peace beside Talos, something you were missing in your life. His presence did make you feel better. So here you were, head on his shoulder while he read a book, both of you sitting on the couch of your quiet living room after dinner.
His voice soothed you, and for the first time in years you felt at home. Talos was reading a very old book of fairytales that he found fascinating for some reason. It was nice to see him enjoy something as mundane as a human book. But then, meanwhile his deep and soft voice read the words on the pages, you remembered that this was not going to last forever. It was already a problem that you wished it would continue.
Talos was going to leave someday, encouraged to find the home the skrulls missed and you will have to move on one more time.
"What's on your mind?" Talos voice interrupted your thoughts.
"Nothing."
"I just finished this chapter and you said nothing."
You chuckled. He was waiting for your comment or random fact that came out of nowhere.
"Sorry... I guess I'm sleepy right now."
Sitting properly on the couch you still remained by his side, he was warm and for some reason, he remained in his human disguise since a couple of days ago. You knew his face was another person you never met, but you couldn't stop yourself from admiring him when you were this close. You were so close you could kiss him.
"Your eyes are so blue," you mumbled. "I like them."
His lips curved on a smile and his puppy eyes were shining in the dim light, looking directly at you. "Maybe I should stay like this forever," he joked, referring to his human form.
"Whatever you prefer is fine for me. I wish you could stay with me though..."
His gaze fell down to the book on his lap. You knew that was not going to happen, but how you longed it after everything you shared. Kisses, personal secrets, lonely nights where your bodies gave to each other, even your sins...
"You don't have to answer that," you added.
"I wish that too," Talos said, locking your eyes with his own one more time. "You know I would... but-"
"What?"
"I have to help my people," he looked guilty.
"I know, Talos. I know that. And it's okay," in reality it wasn't. But you had to trick yourself to believe it in some way.
He mumbled a soft 'thank you' and kissed your forehead sweetly, embracing a strong arm around you and you allowed yourself to feel safe and sound after so many years. Words were not needed. You both knew what was going on, but he had to leave someday and just the thought of him running away again was hurting you.
Talos kissed the top of your head, inhaling your scent, and you remained like that for some minutes until he broke the silence.
"I love you."
"I know."
You pulled away from his embrace and pecked his lips softly, cupping his cheek with your hand. He had a silly smile as you kissed him.
"I love you too," you said after kissing him one last time. At least for the night.
"Let's get you to bed," he pecked your cheek and grabbed your hand heading his way to your bedroom. You chuckled following his steps knowing what he meant with his words.
If he was going to leave someday, then it was better to enjoy every minute together.
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Summary: Her heart was yours, but you'd never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.
Word count: 4.9k (long and heartbreakingly good)
A/N: Impulsive decision to break the giant second part into this and a prologue to heal the damage this will cause. I know the wait for this has been well over 2 years and I do sincerely hope it was worth the wait ;)
June 17, 2021
Thursday, 8:56
Every forever felt temporary whenever it started. Though, you didn't know if you were starting a forever or an ending. It felt like you were losing again, but this time it felt slower, dragged out. There wasn't any immediacy to this goodbye, every touch, caress, every word spoken felt like it could be the last.
Paranoid was what Natasha told you. Healing was what Steve said. You just thought you were seeing the truth. It didn't make sense to you why Wanda would want to stay with you, let alone be in a relationship with you, after what had happened.
She still smiled at you like you were the sun. She never failed to look happy whenever you came to visit her in the med bay, ignoring the reason why she was there. Her obliviousness to the looks the doctors gave you astounded you. They knew the lengths you had gone to just to keep her alive, you understood why they kept their distance.
But you couldn't understand why Wanda didn't.
You weren't complaining about it. You'd convinced yourself that her affections were fleeting; here now, but gone in a few months. You thought she was slipping through your fingers like sand, so you clenched your fist, holding on as tight as you could, just until everything was gone.
What you had now, it almost felt like normal. You brought her breakfast almost every day, eating it with her in the hospital room. She'd persuaded you to bring yourself something to eat as well, or at least eat with her. You were finally able to swallow the food which tasted like sandpaper to you.
If you could, you'd spend the entire day with her, even if you weren't doing anything. The visiting hours allowed you to stay for the better part of the day, but you still had to go back to your shared room and stare at the memories adorning the walls. The smiles were long faded, a faint memoir of a past you thought destroyed.
Wanda's smile didn't fade in your presence, never once did she falter in her facade to hide her worry. She would never tell you how much pain she saw every time she looked at you. She couldn't tell you that she felt your nightmares night after night, that she could see your pain despite all your attempts to hide it from her.
She pried every time you were around, trying to get an answer from you. But you deflected her questions every time with a smile that looked more and more like a grimace. You never attempted to answer her questions, distracting her with the first thing you could find.
Her gaze followed you balancing a tray of croissants in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You gave her a dazzling smile as you placed them down on the table. Your hand reached to pull the covers up on her lap, doing every small thing to make her more comfortable.
"Need anything?" You asked, your smile settling into an eerie type of comfort. She tensed even further under it, shrugging and patting the space next to her. Her eyes held a fake joy, the corners of her lips going through the motions.
"Nope, can we." Wanda began, clearing her throat as you sat down next to her. Your gaze was fixed on the pastries you'd brought in, waiting for her to decide which one she wanted before you began. She sighed and move the tray to the bedside table, turning your attention towards her.
"Can we talk for a bit?"
Your eyes widened, and you shifted in your seat, licking your lip as nightmares ran through your head. Words, insults, and taunts rampaged through all sense you had. Her eyes were all but burning in your very soul, you swallowed drily, trying in vain to paint a smile for her.
"Sure." you smiled, the false happiness reaching just short of your eyes. Apologies were just short of flowing from your lips. You played with your fingers, scratching the edges of your fingernails, ripping the skin there. Her hand placed itself on yours, your heart skipping a beat.
“Are you," Wanda hesitated, her hand drawing away from yours. "-is everything okay?”
"Yeah, I'm fine." You answered, your smile never faltered, your response just a little too quick. Her lips pursed tightly in a smile, the look on her face telling you she didn't believe you. You licked your lips, looking for something to take her attention anywhere else but you.
"See, you say that," She said, a timid smile crawling onto her face, her hand sliding on your leg ", but you don't act like it."
"For a mind reader, I think you might be a lil off." You replied, a sarcastic smile twisting the corner of your lips. Hoping you gained her amusement, you turned your attention back to the pastries. They jostled slightly in the tray, your fingers running over the edges of the pastries.
You were rummaging through your mind to try to remember which one of them Wanda liked best so you could eat the other ones. In retrospect, you didn't have to bring this many, you just couldn't remember what she liked, too far gone in your head.
Wanda frowned, her eyebrow raising as you took your attention away from her again. A smile ghosted her face when she saw your indecision about the pastries. You always let her pick first, even if she chose the last chocolate cookie, you'd settle with a plain shortbread just to see her smile.
"You need to talk about it."
You pursed your lips, putting the tray aside to turn to her. Wanda looked up at you through her eyelashes, the blazing greens glaring into you. Clenching your jaw, you looked aside, simply shrugging and turning your attention away from her again, deciding your restless hands were more interesting.
"I don't want to." You shrugged, shifting your attention away from her again. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you quickly checked the time, putting it away just as quickly. You knew just as well as Wanda that you didn't even read the time.
"Why not?" Wanda pressed, her voice raising to bring your attention back to her. Your gaze snapped up to her, your eyebrow raised a little, your jaw clenched tightly, your eyes pleading with her not to press. Your fears smoothed away just as quickly, a false smile taking over your features once again, a frown falling on hers.
Your eyes kept flitting to the scar on her chest. The hospital gown did nothing to cover it up, the v-line cut of the neck exposing the agitated skin. You gulped, immediately looking away from it and back to her face. Putting on another fake smile, you shrugged.
"I don't wanna talk about it is all," You said, licking your lips again, reaching towards the tray of pastries and taking your favorite one. Smiling at her, you hoped you didn't pick the one she had wanted before offering the tray to her and rambling about something you'd found interesting a few days ago.
Her eyes traced your form as you continued talking, the corners of your lips twisting into fake amusement, your eyes looking everywhere but her. Your fingers traced the edges of the pastry in your hand, never bringing it close to your mouth. Using it as a prop, you smiled and tried to distract her, putting on the brightest smile you could muster, clenching your jaw all the while.
"Don't do that," Wanda broke off your ramble, placing her hand over yours, you raised an eyebrow at her interruption. "just, talk to me."
She gave you a timid smile, hoping your facade would melt. Your jaw clenched tighter, and you set down the prop in your hands, refusing to glance her way. Your silence was itching at her, her fingers scratched through her scalp, a tired sigh leaving her lips as she started to fill the silence.
"I know, I know you're scared that you didn't do enough, but you did..." She continued rambling, her hands repeatedly running through her hair, breaking through any knots along the way. Her voice started to raise, her eyes darting around the room and looking at you almost desperately. Your silence was corrosive to her.
You bit the inside of your cheek, never jumping in when she expected a response from you, avoiding her gaze. Wanda's hand met the side of your cheek, bringing you back to look at her. You slid away from her touch, almost flinching at it.
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Wanda asked you, her voice soft and pleading. Her hand traced over the back of yours, fingers gingerly dancing over the back of your knuckles before encompassing your hand in hers. Her nails scraped against your skin as you took in a sharp breath.
You saw her wince at the action, biting the inside of your cheek instead. Your focus shifted to her eyes, to how intently she was observing you, you bit down harder. Blood began to fill your mouth, your head tilted to the side, and the bones in your neck cracked sharply. She winced at the sound, noticing your other hand clutch the side of the bed with a death grip. Your knuckles turning white.
"Y/n, please," She begged, tilting her head to catch your gaze while your eyes locked onto the scar across her chest, her fingers on your hand grounding you to her voice. "talk to me."
"Let me in."
Your eyes snapped up to hers, your emotions exploding at your throat, close to clawing their way out in the form of words, shouts, and screams. You clenched your jaw tightly, copper taste flooding your mouth, your eyes locked onto hers. You wanted to see distrust, anger, anything but the way she was looking at you now.
You took in a deep breath, leaning your head back, and relaxing your neck before looking back at her. Eyebrow raised, you looked to her for an explanation. Her fingers enclosed into a soft fist before relaxing again, small red wisps floating at the tips of her fingers.
Oh.
She wants to be in your head.
Your jaw clenched, muscles tensing, your breathing becoming labored and shallow. You almost shot up from your seat, her hand held loosely in your grip, fingers running gently over your knuckles. Looping, tracing, circling patterns over your skin, grounding you to her. 
"What if," you cleared your throat, "you don't like what you see?"
"It doesn't matter," She smiled, fingers tapping your knuckles. "I want to see you."
 A nervous smile lined her lips, a faint grimace on yours, your shoulders tensed up further, a dull ache at the base of your neck as your head hunched forwards uncomfortably. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes looking everywhere but her. Her fingers tap a constant rhythm on your knuckles.
One
Two
Three
One, two, three, four.
Your head fell against her shoulder, your surrender is heavy on her. Her surprise fades, her hands coming up to the edges of your shoulders, fingers tracing along your spine. A gentle smile on her face as your weight rested against her. Her hand slid up to your head, your smile never faltering as magic entered your thoughts.
Wanda felt your grief twisting in her gut, weighing down her heart, fogging her mind. Her head swayed as she tried to ground herself, eyes focusing on the view just outside the window. The metal floor was cold under her feet, the air smelt clear and pristine.
The quinjet.
The clock in the corner read the day and time clear as day, but she didn't need to know.
June 8, 2021
Tuesday, 1:07
She gulped, knowing what was to happen all too well. It wasn't just the sight you'd shared with her, it was your thoughts, your feelings, your entire being. Wanda could feel everything you were and hear all that you were thinking.
Maybe she'd finally understand your guilt.
"Wanda needs immediate medical attention," Steve stated, his voice gritty over the comms.
Pants sounded over the speakers, heavy breathing mixing with the calls for medical attention. They all began blending into one again. Your hand gripped the back of the chair, fingers tightening around the metal. Your eyes widened as you tried to understand what they were saying so you knew what to do.
Scenarios and thoughts rampaged through your mind at the lack of a clear answer. As the chatter continued, your posture tensed, the muscles in your back hardening further until you snatched the device from the agent.
"What's going on?" You demanded, gripping the device tightly. You needed a clear answer. It wasn't just so you could calm down, it was so you could prepare and help Wanda. Your job, not your love.
"She's shot."
It repeated itself in your mind. She's shot. A bullet is in her. A bullet that could kill her. Your job was to save her, no matter what. Letting her die wasn't a mistake you could make. Neither for your job nor for yourself. Living with that mistake couldn't be a possibility.
No matter what.
"Get her into the jet, now." You ordered, letting the device clatter onto the ground. Releasing the chair from your knuckle-white grip, you stalked over to the equipment.
Forcing your thoughts to quiet, you prepared the equipment. Your hands going through the motions they had gone through before, but trembling slightly. You looked through every piece of equipment, putting on gloves and ordering the others to get her to you.
While getting the gurney ready, one of them knocked over the notebook you'd set down near the benches. You'd forgotten you'd let go of it, watching it hit the ground, but not finding it in yourself to care enough to pick it back up. The ground was where it remained as others trampled over it.
Instead, you began to order the rest of your team to get everything prepared. Your voice rang throughout the room as orders were obeyed. Everything was prepared in a matter of minutes. All of them glanced towards you in fear, scared of what you might do if they disobeyed. The anger in your eyes underlined with desperation they hadn't seen before.
The orders ceased as the gurney was rolled into the jet, and set into place for you to operate. But you were frozen as you stared at her, at the blood. So much blood. It ran in small streams above her suit, dripping down onto the floor, staining every surface.
“Go grab the first aid kit," You demanded, moving forward to try to stop the bleeding. "and be quick!”
Your hands covered the wound on her chest, collected into a fist as you attempted to stop the bleeding. Streams of it trickled down the sides of your hands and onto the floor, dripping onto your shoes. Blood was just red, nothing more, nothing less.
“Can I have one last kiss?” Wanda croaked, distracting you from the red covering your hands. You wanted to scold her, tell her to be serious. But when you turned to face her, you didn't see the humor. you saw fear. Fear etched across her features as she looked at you.
She was terrified.
Scared she was going to leave when she wasn't near ready, not near done with this life. You would do everything to get her to stay, but fear seeps in any way, despite everything we do. Fear like this, sinking into your very soul, can't be stopped.
You tried to stop it anyway, ignoring her fears and your own. Your hands pushed harder onto the wound, trying to stop the blood, the red from flowing everywhere. You knew there were about 5 pints of blood in everyone's bodies. Seeing it like that brought to light just how much red it was.
“I don’t think she has much longer," Someone whispered to you, watching you turn to face them. "you should say your goodbyes while she’s still with us.”
Goodbyes.
She wasn't leaving you, why would you be saying goodbye?
You wouldn't let her go like this, not now, not ever. you stared at him, incredulous. Your hands were clenching tighter on her wound, your eyes narrowing at him. How dare he suggest that? Even bring up the mere possibility of it?
Before you could react, Wanda shakily rested her hand on top of yours, bringing your gaze to her. Her fingers were cold, stained with red as they were placed on top of yours. Your eyes were fixed on her left hand, where her engagement ring should be.
You couldn't bring yourself to look at her face, to meet her eyes. Her fear wasn't why you couldn't look at her, but rather her despondence. Rather the possibility a part of her might have given up before you did. She still asked you to, her finger tapping the back of your hand.
“Please look at me, we still can fix it!” Wanda spoke, smiling for you. Her smile put on a mask, a see-through mask for what she was hiding. She could hide her fear from everyone, everyone but you, who saw through her mask as if it was glass.
You could only give her a weak node in response, trying to put on a mask for her. All you could offer was a weak grimace. Licking your lips, you pushed harder on the wound, wincing when she groaned in pain. You ordered someone else to keep the pressure on the wound, watching as they pushed even harder, convincing yourself it had to be done when she jerked in the pain they caused her.
It was harder to convince yourself that this was your job when she looked at you again when her hand reached out for yours as you moved away. The look in her eyes was one sure to haunt you, for you were too used to seeing her emerald eyes in the bright light of happiness than the grey air of fear.
Wanda still tried to hide everything from you, even though she knew it wasn't working. Your thoughts were so loud, she could almost feel how scared you were. There was nothing she could do to stop you from feeling scared. She wanted to hold you, tell you everything would be alright.
But she was terrified.
"I'm scared of leaving," Wanda whispered, letting the words fall off of her lips. Your attention turned from the equipment to her. Your jaw clenched tightly, your hand clasping hers tightly. The glove you wore kept her skin from touching yours.
"I won't let you leave then." You promised, squeezing her hand tightly. She could feel it when your fingers stroked her knuckles, providing the most comfort you could. A weak smile covered her face at your words. you'd always known just what to say.
But nothing you could do could keep her eyes from closing.
"You can't leave me." You pleaded, ready to beg, to do anything to keep her with you. None of it would help as her eyes began to close shut, despite her vain attempts to keep them open, to stay with you. She hadn't promised you forever yet, you might be too late to ask her.
You wanted to save her, to keep her with you, but there wasn't anything you could do. The equipment was being prepared, and the doctors rushed to get everything ready. So much happening around you, but you stood there, frozen.
“If I never see you again," Wanda whispered, licking her lips dryly. Her eyes fluttered shut, green orbs hidden behind shrouds of darkness. You looked back at her, unable to pay attention to anything except her words.
Never?
Why would she say that?
She was going to see you again. You would have your date on the roof and then go to bed together. You would kiss her forehead just before she went to sleep because it made her feel safe. Everything was going to be alright. It had to be.
"just know that I love you so, so much…" Her words faded into silence as her eyes began to slip shut. It was taking too much out of her to keep them open, even to see you just before she left. Maybe she was going to leave, but she needed you to know how much you meant to her.
She's told you thousands of times, one more time wouldn't hurt.
Breaking out of your trance, you snapped away from your spot, trying to shake her awake. It wasn't working. Her heart rate was dropping. More blood was coming out of her wound. The color drained from her face. She already looked dead.
“Wake up, wake up!" You shouted, hands slapping against her face. "No no no, don’t do this to me!”
No response.
The gloves left red marks on her cheeks, trailing down her neck to under her shirt. Her hair was beaded with red droplets, sticking to the sheen of sweat on her face. The heart monitor pinged dully, barely signaling she was still alive. She was still with you, you needed her that way.
"What now?"
How you wished you knew. All you had to fall back on were procedures drilled into you. None of them had a chance of working though. They seemed to notice that when you didn't respond. They watched you stand frozen, any semblance of hope dying with her.
Hope was all you'd always had. Now more than ever, you'd been hoping she'd make it through. Hoping you could save her. But hope wasn't enough for her, or you. She was dying.
One gave up hope, detaching the equipment you had put in. Sliding the IV and the heart monitor out of her skin before you'd given him permission to. Your eyes snapped to him, widening when you saw his actions.
“What are you doing to her?! Stop! Stop!!" You shouted frantically, snatching the equipment from him to put it back in. The doctor jumped back in surprise, confusion clouding his features. He didn't understand why you would try to save her even though he'd already given up.
"What the fuck were you-" You snapped, breaking mid-sentence.
The alarms blared at you. The lights turned red. The heart monitor beat irregularly. She's seizing. Blood dripping on the floor. It was the last step before she left you. And all you could do was stand there, helpless. Helpless as they began to do their job, your job.
“She’s seizing!"
Helpless as her body jerked off the table, watching as the heart monitor began crashing. Helplessly froze as her blood dripped onto the ground. You wanted to help, but what could you do? Everything you knew, everything you'd dedicated your life to studying was in the back of your mind, useless.
Almost useless, there was something you hadn't tried.
"Get her heartbeat stable and use morphine near the wound." You ordered, moving towards the back of the jet to find the equipment. They stood in confusion for a little while, moving into action soon after. Nervous glances followed you as you began gathering your things.
Listing off all of the equipment in your head, you set off a small pile on the counter. You ignored the way your hands trembled as you placed each of them down. One of them ignored your orders, instead choosing to ask you about your intentions.
"What are you planning?" He asked, watching you gather everything. Your eyes flitted from him to the heart monitor. Her heartbeat was stable again, but the blood was still dripping. The sound echoed in your ears, mixing with the pinging of the heart monitor, drowning out his voice.
You ignored his questions, instead choosing to stare at the doctors injecting the morphine. They glanced at you nervously while doing so, sighing in relief when you didn't snap at them. You turned back to the equipment, waving him off.
“Apply pressure," You ordered, gathering the tools. "I’ll be back in a minute."
He didn't let up, looking over your shoulder at the tools you'd laid out. He tried to guess what you had in mind, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. The procedure was too experimental for even you to perform. Rarely were there unsuccessful cases. The warnings about the procedure blared in your mind, warning you not to do something you might regret.
Doing nothing would be your greatest regret. So you ignored his questions, continuing to do your job. Just as you were about to leave to begin the surgery, he grabbed your arm to stop you. The glare you sent his way was enough to wither away his doubts. He looked away nervously, gulping before speaking.
"You're in no state to do this." He tried reasoning with you, his hand reaching toward the equipment you held. You'd almost let him take it from you, almost let him do your job for you. You were ready to give up, to turn back time to a place where you were happy, where this had never happened.
But time always cursed you with the cruelest of fates.
So you did it anyway.
You did the surgery. You held her heart in your hands. Your hands are forever stained with her blood. Her pulse dully beeped through the room, resounding as it sped up. Alive, but just barely. Enough for her to live, enough for you to crumble too far.
Wanda watched as you collapsed onto the floor, doctors helping you to the side of the room to finish your job. She saw your hands shivering and shaking as you couldn't stop staring at them. She heard everyone whispering about what you'd just done.
More than that, she heard you. Your screams, fears, doubts, and everything in between. Her hands clapped over her ears, needing to shut it out. Her knees collapsed under her weight, a scream escaping her lips. Fears blared at her as loud as her heartbeat in your head, one resounding more than the rest.
June 17, 2021
Thursday, 9:13
"You don't think I would love you anymore."
The words hung in the room, Wanda's mouth dry at having said them. Her eyes were wide in shock, an astonished gasp leaving her. You cowered in fear of her reaction, hands retreating from her. She was quick to grasp them, bringing them up to her chest, watching you try to pull away.
“Can’t you tell how much I love you?" She asked, clutching your hands to her heart. "Can you not tell by the sound of my voice? Can you not tell by the words that I speak to you?"
Her pleading struck a chord, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Silence clouded the air, enough to suffocate you. Wanda's breathing was loud and ragged as she struggled to come to terms with this realization. How could you even think she didn't love you?
"Y/n, love," She licked her lips, slowly turning you to face her. "look at me."
"Darling, you saved my life," Wanda said, a smile etching onto her face, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. Her eyes looked into your tear-filled ones. Your jaw clenched, relaxing quickly under her touch, the tight knot in your chest finally coming undone.
"I loved you before and I love you now." She whispered, watching as your head fell onto her shoulder. She looked at you sympathetically as tears began to soak her shirt. You trembled as weeks of weight were finally taken off your shoulders, her hands coming up to soothe the pain.
"Nothing will ever change that," Wanda murmured, lips meeting your hairline "I promise you."
The promise murmured against your skin meant more than anything your mind could conjure up against it. Your body slumped against Wanda in exhaustion. She hoped you would say something, but you stayed there, needing this time with her.
She stayed with you, rubbing your back, murmuring sweet words in your ears, and occasionally kissing your hairline. Your breathing evened out, your muscles were relaxed, and your mind finally cleared. With a glance at the clock, she saw that visiting hours were almost over. The official word for her discharge wasn't for another week or so, till then, you still had to sleep.
"Let's get some sleep, yeah?" Wanda whispered against your hair, nodding to the nurse who came to inform you that you had to leave. She felt you move to look at the clock, sighing before nodding against her, moving to get up. She pecked your forehead one last time before letting you go.
"Yeah." You agreed, blinking the bleariness out of your eyes. She placed her hand on your forearm, fingertips sending tingles up your arm. She rubbed it gently before letting you go, gazing at you with a fond smile.
"Oh, and Wands?" You turned around, smirking slightly. Her eyebrows furrowed, looking at you as she waited for you to continue. You placed your hand on her leg, patting it slightly, and your smile broadens.
"I love you too."
"I know data." Wanda smiled, wider than she could remember. A chuckle left her lips as color crawled up her cheeks, and she looked away from you bashfully. You smiled in turn, hoping, no, knowing that it all had to be okay now. You had her love, what else could you possibly need? 
A/N: Goddamn i really hope this was worth the wait, lemme know what you think. 
ps: There will be a prologue whenever I’m done with finals :))
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