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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years

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Let’s Try Something New…

Steve Rogers x black female super powered reader x Bucky Barnes

Steve is a virgin and you’re inexperienced but you’re both ready to take the next step in your relationship. You’re just not sure how.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, lingerie, blind folding, sensory play, porn, oral sex (male and female receiving), double penetration, anal, breeding kink, threesome, language, and hopefully that’s all

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

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I wrote this a long time ago but I was rereading it and it’s pretty decent so I figured I’d post it. My writing has thankfully improved. Also this was pre-making my reader exclusively black in content so take that as you will.

America’s couple.

That’s what they called you.

“Mr and Mrs America” even though you insisted you weren’t married.

Before you even met, the masses insisted you’d be a perfect couple simply based on your star spangled uniforms and overbearing need to protect the idea of freedom.

He came from Brooklyn. You, Silicone Valley. A program gone wrong somehow managed to merge an virtual privacy beta program with its creator. Your beginnings had eerily similar ties to another Avenger who didn’t make it out so lucky. But you got to keep your good looks and didn’t change colors when you were angry. In fact, you rarely got angry at all. You were calm and analytical and you irritated a certain billionaire to no end until he finally invited you to a charity event at Stark Tower.

You would’ve been flattered if you didn’t already know that his girlfriend was making him do it.

The very thing you were trying to eliminate was your power. As soon as you got within hitting range of a piece of tech, you could read, unencrypt, transfer, and delete files at a twitch of you finger.

You hated it.

But it meant a lot more people understood just how much their technology knew about them. Tony was an open book. Now. But his competition had a lot of secrets that you were unwilling bringing to the surface everyday. To the competition, it looked like he had an in with the newest super hero. In reality, there wasn’t much of him to expose that he hasn’t already.

That lead to your first meeting with Stark. He immediately hated you. He wanted you to ease up but every time you learned of a company embezzling from some poor old lady or of a family displaced by new development, you had to stop it. You couldn’t help it.

He remarked that you’d get along with a certain goody two shoes he was housing in New York. Well, you hated New York so you doubt you’d ever meet this man.

There were more scheduled sit downs with the billionaire, play boy, philanthropist than you care to think about until he finally asked you to this gala.

The people, they love you. The billionaires want to see you on the next mission to Mars. They hope Thor would take you away with him next time he was on earth. But he didn’t come and you kept playing modern day Robin Hood.

Pepper hopes to paint you in a better light. It just a matter of time before someone with unlimited money and resources attempts to put you in your place. You almost welcome it. The only crime fighting you do is with actual computers and they don’t pose much of a challenge. But you bite. And you get a pretty dress. And you go to this party to be paraded around and shown you aren’t a threat.

And paraded around you are.

It was the worst experience you’ve even encountered. So much information to process. So many men who hurt so many more innocent people all in one room. You wish you could hollow the place out. But someone noticed your discomfort and led you away from it all. A purple giant who looked like a man but you could read like an open book.

“An android?” You question as he leads you to a corner of people sitting, drinking, and talking quietly as though none of the other party goers are there.

“Synthezoid,” he corrects. “I researched your powers. This must all be terribly distressing.”

“I’ll have a migraine taller than this tower by the end of this.”

“There she is! Tony’s newest charity case.” You knew all of them from news outlets but mostly from Tony’s visits. All of their files were sorted in the back of your mind. The one who addressed you was Clint Barton.

You smile and nod and introduce yourself.

Steve Rodgers pats an empty spot next to him. “Vision warned us about your power. This is a tech free zone.”

You sigh and take a seat before closing your eyes. “Natasha Romanoff didn’t get the memo,” you mutter.

“Nat,” Steve sighs.

“What? I wanted to see how sensitive her powers are,” she insists before tossing a burner phone in the air. It disintegrates into dust when you blink at it.

“Cool trick,” Sam Wilson whistles.

“There was nothing on it but I hope you weren’t attached,” you apologize to the red head.

“Nope, just seeing how sensitive,” she smirks back at you. You genuinely smile for the first time in months. It’s easy here. Surrounded by enhanced super beings, spies, and specially trained soldiers.

“Well, guys, I don’t think Tony’s freak show is working,” James Rhodes laughs watching a man scream at a guard about having millions of dollars siphoned back to people he scammed.

“I can’t help it,” you whisper.

“Did you just do that?” Steve asks leaning forward. You nod sheepishly. “I like her,” he grins.

“I can’t stand these rich pricks,” Clint sighs. “Do whatever you want to them. They have it coming.”

“Half of you are living under one of those rich prick’s roof. You need to be grateful,” Rhodes insists.

“Some of us are being kept here,” Wanda Maximoff sighs.

“You would like to be let out?” You ask. “I can disarm the security.”

“Don’t even think about it,” you hear Tony command from behind you. You close your eyes at the onslaught of digital information that attacks your senses. “You couldn’t behave for one night?”

“Hey, she’s doing what’s right and if your rich friends didn’t get there honestly, that’s what they have coming.” Steve defends you so easily. Even your own friends have reservations about how you use your powers, no matter how noble they may be.

“Told you he’d love you,” Tony sighs and takes an empty seat. “So, everyone else hates you. I tried my best to make you look good and if I can’t do it, no one can. You wanna join my band of misfits?”

You glance around at the circle of Avengers, earth’s mightiest heroes. “I hate New York.”

Bruce Banner laughs at your comment. “She’ll fit right in.”

And you did. You split your time between California and the east coast. You got a lot of backlash from the ones who initially supported you for joining America’s private task force but you continued doing what you always had and suffered through Tony’s lectures every couple months. But your behavior caught the attention of a certain Avenger. Steve and Tony’s moral compass were often a point of contingency in the group and you always sided with Steve. Sam was another one that constantly stayed in his camp but Sam didn’t have an ass and breasts.

And it was Steve that normally stuck up for you when you butted heads with anyone else. Mostly because your intentions were always pure but your intentions between each other tended to wane in their purity.

After a lot of heated glances and lingering touches, he finally asked you out. It was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

He spent a week trying to get what your favorite flowers were out of you, your favorite food, favorite activities. One Friday evening, he brought a terrarium of beautiful succulents, then took you out for a movie and tacos. You missed the food trucks of California but he managed to find pretty a comparable place. It wasn’t even in his search history so it must have been an actual recommendation.

It all made you feel so special.

It became the norm: he’d ask you out Friday night and you’d do something either of you enjoyed or something you’d never tried before and it became your thing. Someone would ask Steve’s opinion on something and Sam would quickly interject that it’s date night. “He can’t think about that when he’s got a pretty little thing on his arm.” You’d smile at the comment and continue on to bowling or the carnival or a play and, with all the restaurants around New York, you decided to try a new country’s cuisine every week.

It was a very slow relationship. Your first kiss took almost two months to happen. Your first make out session another 3 weeks later. But you didn’t mind. You were his first actual girlfriend and he was only the second man you’d been in a relationship with. You didn’t really know what you wanted in a man but if you had to choose, it’d be Cap all the time.

You loved how his big hands covered your entire waist when you kissed him and how his tongue was so ridiculously skilled in your mouth and how he always asked permission before doing anything. It was little hot when he was dirty with it. “Can I kiss you here?” “Can I touch you here?” “Can I suck you here?” Your answer is always yes. Except when it wasn’t.

Sex came even slower. Again, him; a virgin, and you; woefully inexperienced. But you enjoyed his touch and he enjoyed yours. Whenever he got too excited he’d calm the situation down but you lacked that kind of willpower so you constantly tempted him. You were both under the impression that it would naturally happen and when it didn’t you expressed it to each other and fell into a fit of laughter at your naivety.

“Ok, I think the first step is to study. If we know what we’re doing, it’ll be easier,” Steve expresses while the two of you lounge across his bed. Everyone else in the tower thinks you’ve been rutting each other’s brains out for the past three months but they had no idea how wrong they were.

You lie with your head dangling off the edge of the bed enjoying the feeling of lightheadedness while he spoke. it was date night and you decided to order take out and watch a movie at home because of the cold weather. But now you were both full and restless, giving each other longing glances, touching, tickling, pinching. But now you were here. Staring at his upside reflection in the mirror across the room.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yeah.” He didn’t let you finish your sentence because he 100% knew what you were going to say.

“I think I’ve seen all the porn ever made,” you laugh and sit up to face him, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of your blood rushing back down your body.

“Then what do you want me to do to you?” You think for a moment then shrug. It all seemed like mindless sex viewing it. You knew from what you felt when he touched you it wasn’t but you had no preference because you had no experience to go off of. “What do you want me to do to you?” You counter crawling across the bed to sit in front of him, hands resting on his knees.

“I don’t know what my options are,” he husks glancing at your lips then back to your eyes. You’re doing something to him but you aren’t even aware of it and neither of you knows what to do about it. It was something else to date a man with very little female experience and didn’t grow up with the internet. So pure.

You nod and move to sit back on your heels but he catches your chin to kiss you deeply. Your hands slip up to his shoulders and you sit on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I want you so bad but I don’t know what to do with you if you won’t tell me,” he sighs against your lips. You pull back slightly and nod before accessing your memories for the only porn that made you relatively bothered.

When you look back up at him, he gives you a quizzical glance.

“Where were you, sweetheart?”

“Accessing something.” You kiss him again letting yourself fall into him. The smell of him. The feel of him. Your fingers trace his chest and he groans at the feeling and starts to pull away. “Don’t,” you whisper. “Keep going until you get stuck.” He nods and pulls you back to him. You press against him, hips rolling to grind against his crotch.

“What now?” He asks breathlessly pressing his forehead against yours.

“Take off my shirt.” You instruct.

“You sure?” You nod. He’s seen you in your underwear but not like this. He always blushed and looked away quickly, waiting for you to cover yourself. His fingers brushed against your bare waist as he blindly searched for the hem. You moaned at his touch and leaned into it. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I wouldn’t have told you to do it if it wasn’t,” you assure him. He lifts the cloth over your head. You lift your arms to help and that blush you know so well coats his cheeks. “Hands,” you request after he drops the shirt somewhere behind you. He gives them to you limply and you place them low on your hips. “Is this okay?” You ask. He nods and you put your hands back on his shoulders. “Steve, I’m yours. You do what you want with me then let me know when you get stuck.” He nods again and you kiss him once more. It takes a moment but his hands start moving lower until they cup your ass. You prop it up slightly to give him full access to it. He grasps it tentatively, always asking for approval, and you moan letting him know you enjoy it.

His fingers toy with your waistband. “I want to take these off of you,” he whispers. You sit up on your knees giving access to your jeans’ buttons. He makes quick work of them before sliding them down your hips but he holds the back of your thighs, kissing along your chest all the while kneading at your bottom with his fingers. Your arms wrap around his head, pulling him closer. “You taste so sweet here,” he mutters against your skin.

“Must be my perfume,” you reason and tug at the back of his shirt. “Can I take this off?”

He nods and lets you remove his shirt. Despite getting the male pass to be shirtless, he doesn’t take it very often. Always preferring extremely tight t-shirts that leave nothing to the imagination. You revel in at how smooth his chest is, fingers gliding along the taunt skin, flicking at his nipples making him gasp.

“Was that okay?” You ask quickly, pulling your hands from his body.

He catches your hands and places them back on his chest before looking up at you. “Sweetheart, I’m yours. Do what you want with me and let me know when you get stuck,” he smiles mimicking your words. You giggle softly and massage his pecs then down to his hard abs, exploring his body. He does the same to you, hands squeezing your breasts through your bra, fingers exploring under it grazing your now hard nipples. You moan and feel your core clench

“Can I take this off of you, doll?” Steve asks, palms fully under your bra’s cups fondling your breasts. You nod and press closer so he can unhook it. He presses his face into your now naked breast, licking and sucking the skin. “Can I kiss you here?” He asks centimeters from your nipple. His soft breaths blowing over it and making your core go haywire.

“Uhhuh,” you confirm biting your bottom lip. He kisses. Then he sucks. Then he bites. And you become a moaning puddle in his lap. He takes almost your entire breast in his mouth and fondles your nipple with his talented tongue. “Oh, Steve,” you moan. You feel wetness soak your panties and he hasn’t even touched you there. His free hand massages your other breast before he moves on to attach his mouth around that one. His hands are back on your ass and they grip ever so slightly closer to your core before he stops.

“Baby,” he whispers pulling away from you, “you’re wet down here. Is that normal?”

“Very,” you giggle. “In fact, it's a good thing.”

“You didn’t-“

“No!” You quickly deny. “Its different. Natural lubricant. Female bodies produce it when they’re aroused.”

“You’re aroused?”

“Very,” you grin.

“Good. Because I am, too.” You glance down at his jeans, a bulge the size of your forearm is present and the overwhelming need to strip him over takes you.

“That looks painful. Can I take those off?” Steve smiles in relief and nods. “Do you ever take care of yourself?” You ask undoing his jeans. He lifts his hips so you can pull them off and push them off to some unknown location. Your focus is solely on the enormous dick on display in front of you.

“What do you mean?” You make a jacking motion above his now free cock. “Oh!” He blushes and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Yeah, of course. Sometimes I think of you in the shower or before bed. How I wish you were with me. How I want to bury myself in you but I want to do it right. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smile. “Don’t worry about hurting me. The female body was designed for much worse. As far as ‘doing it right’, that’s why we’re doing this.” He nods. “So, do you want to take those off of me?” You ask referring you your panties. They were the only bit of clothing left on either of you and last bit that needed to be off to accomplish your goal. He nods and hooks his fingers around the red, white, and blue boy shorts you’re wearing as if you knew today would be the day and drags them down you hips.

You whine as the air reaches your uncovered and extremely sensitive pussy. Steve lifts his hand to touch you there but you stop him. “Now we study,” you instruct and sit back on your heels.

“But-“ You stop his protest with a finger.

“You want to do this right, right?” He pouts but nods. “Alright. I know you haven’t been in the age of the internet long but you’ve been in it long enough to know what porn is.” That blush comes creeping back. “So, I want you to share what makes you horny and I’ll share what makes me horny and then we’ll discuss.”

“Discuss?”

“The possibility of making it come to life,” you smile. Steve falls into deep thought for a moment before agreeing.

“Ladies first,” he insists as his fingers tuck a wild strand of hair behind your ears. You lean into his touch with a hum, sorely missing having his hands all over you but you two needed to focus.

Your media is actually written. A story about a woman who likes to be touched and teased blindfolded because it heightens the senses. Of course you’d never experienced anything like that. So you read the story word for word from your memory stores and Steve listened with rapt attention. He memorized how the love interest touched the woman, kissed her, satisfied her and imagined you there, blindfolded, naked across his bed, pleasuring you until you couldn’t feel your legs.

“She felt his strong arms wrap around her body and that was the last thing she remembered before falling into the best sleep she’d ever had,” you conclude and return the present moment on the bed with Steve and you cheeks heat.

“Welcome back,” he smiles, flushed. You grin sheepishly. “Is that what you want?” You nod and look away. Why was it suddenly so embarrassing to have your kink out on full display? But you remember how much you two need this. You need some kind of kink to get yourselves started or else your entire relationship will be adventurous dates and heavy petting.

“Your turn,” you whisper and slide away from him to give him some space to grab his phone or computer but he instead reaches into his bedside table.

“Bucky and I used to collect these when we were young,” Steve sighs and sits up with a collection of tiny books. “We called them eight pagers. Little erotic comic strips.”

You smile up at him. So pure. You take one and flip through it taking note of the lacy lingerie every seemingly irresistible cartoon woman hid under her clothes. “I think we can do this,” you muse.

“Yeah?” You nod and kiss him softly.

“Let me make a quick wardrobe change.” He nods and watches you crawl out of the bed. You snag his shirt from where it’s been thrown and cover yourself to walk out in the hall to your own room. You don’t have much in the way of lingerie but something tells you that you should invest in some. Was underwear just fancier back then? You could look it up but you didn’t bother as you rolled a pair of thigh highs up your legs and slipped on a garter belt. There was a matching bra with this set that you debated on. It wasn’t exactly era appropriate but you’d gotten this far already. You slip his shirt back on and sneak back through the halls.

“It isn’t exactly what you're expecting,” you warn. “I’ll have to do some shopping for you but this is what I have.” He crooks his finger at you and you get close enough for him to pull the large shirt over your head.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers in shock at your cupless bra and crotchless thong. “It’s perfect,” he whispers and a grin splits his face.

“You sure?” You ask coving yourself slightly but his strong hands catch your wrists.

“Don’t,” he whispers and moves your hands to his waist. “I found some things, too. Do you want to see or do you want to be surprised?”

“Surprised,” you smile. He grins and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth and you pull him closer, pressing your chest against his, his penis pulsing against your core. He pulls away long enough to slip a tie over your eyes before pulling you back into him. His lips never leave yours has he lays you down against the pillows.

“Comfortable?” You nod and smile. “Good.” A feather light touch ghosts down your chest to your stomach and all yours senses light up as you feel you skin constrict with goosebumps. “You’re so beautiful,” Steve whispers then blows across your nipples. You can’t stop the gasps from jumping from your throat this time.

Something soft and light trails up your body from you calf and slips over your sensitive clit. You whine and spread your legs hoping for more but Steve finds one of your hands and tangles your fingers together as the sensation travels up to your breasts. It circles one nipple and then the other before traveling up your throat. It tickles under your chin making you giggle while your core clinches in need. And the feeling leaves. Steve’s thumb massages the back of your hand and you barely register the soft feeling on the inside of your thigh. You hum in appreciation and roll your hips attempting to get it closer to your core.

“Impatient,” Steve tuts as he continues to play with you.

“Want you,” you whine.

“Not yet. We’re studying,” he states calmly. Your hand squeezes his. Look who’s teasing now. Something tickles your throbbing clit and you come undone with a loud gasp. “Are you holding something back?” Steve asks as you snap your legs closed in an attempt to get some friction to ride out this premature orgasm. You hear the smile in his voice. He must be smiling because he tugs your legs apart and keeps them apart by placing his body there. “Let me see what you’re hiding, beautiful.” You moan and he finally makes contact with your soaking pussy.

A finger slips into you. It must be a finger because you know his girth will rip you apart if he tries to push that into you with out some coaching. And it curls up against your walls.

You cry out and arch your back against the bed. “More,” you moan.

“Not yet,” Steve denies. “This is probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want to savor it.”

Your hips squirm and his thumb fondles your clit. Your teeth grit together so hard, you’re scared they’ll crack.

“Relax. Let go,” he instructs keeping a steady pace in your pussy. He adds a second finger and a third. And then he’s using his whole hand to destroy you.

“Steve, I’m gonna-” but a gasp escapes you before you can finish your sentence.

“You’re gonna what, sweetheart?”

“Ah!” Is all you can manage and he chuckles and removes his fingers. “Steve,” you moan. You were just on the crest of release.

“Are we done studying yet?” He asks while you writhe under him. He lifts your blindfold and a perfect eyebrow arches at you. You've never agreed to anything so quickly in your life. Steve pulls you up to sit on his lap and lets you control how quickly you take him. It hurts as it stretches you but you cum again from the new friction before he’s even all the way in. You stop at the increased pressure your body puts on him and he watches you writhe on top of him.

“Beautiful,” he whispers and reaches up to kiss you. “So perfect.” His hand massages your lower stomach trying to relax the spasming muscles while both your arms and core squeeze around him. You moan feeling everything at once all of the sudden and pull yourself closer to him not completely registering it. “Calm down. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Give it a moment to pass,” he mutters while butterflying kisses across your cheek and jaw. You try to slow your breathing and your eyes flutter open to look at him. “There’s my girl,” he smiles. You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to thrust, to keep himself still while you come down.

You smile up at him and press your lips to his.

“Can you do the rest?” You ask pressing you forehead to his.

“You trust me?” You nod and he lays you down under him. Hands holding his body up on either side of your head. He gives an experimental roll of his hips and when you don’t protest, he keeps going. Deeper and deeper until, “Shit,” you breathe adjusting your legs around him to give him more space. “Are you all the way in yet?”

“Language,” he frowns making you smile breathlessly. “And no. Almost. Breathe. You’re taking me so well.” You clinch around him at his words making his eyes widen slightly then smirks at his revelation. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You feel amazing around me. Fits like a glove.” You bite back a moan and roll your hips, pressing him in further. Steve groans as he starts to pull out and you whimper feeling the loss of him. He presses slowly back into you. He’s so careful. So gentle. You appreciate it as he works himself up to speed. You seem to be in sync with each other as he begins to speed up, press slightly harder, get a little rougher; all of it in perfect time. He bends to his elbows so his lips can trail across your neck and chin and then the very corner of your mouth. You smile at the contact and press your forehead against his.

Watching him is a marvel. Every muscle honing in on thrusting into you. Poised to make those perfect waves against your body. Expanding and contracting in a way that looks like he’s expending absolutely no effort. He was built for this. For you.

“You’re sure you haven’t done this before?” You ask breathlessly as you run your hands across his chest feeling the hard contours of muscle working so precisely.

He chuckles softly. “Positive. Just doing what feels right.”

“You must have been some kind of sex god in a past life,” you whisper then moan when he hits a particularly sweet spot.

“Nope. Just a scrawny kid from Brooklyn.” You giggle and cling to him. He hits that spot again and you clench around him. “You like that, sweetheart? Is that your soft spot?” You can only moan at the pleasure it’s bringing you. He’s surprisingly vocal which makes you want to be too but you naturally aren’t. No harm in trying

“I like that,” you moan thrusting up to meet his hips. And then you can’t stop his name from tumbling very unceremoniously from your lips as his finger massages your over stimulated clit. “Oh god, Steve,” you moan on the cusp of another orgasm. How many has this supposed virgin pulled out of you? Three? Four? You’re on the verge of tears as it starts to coil tighter.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” Steve groans but his thrust never falter.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” you cry as everything releases again. Everything feels limp and tight as your walls flutter around him spastically.

He groans and speeds up his efforts. “I’m close,” he grunts. “One more,” he begs using a hand to direct your gaze to his. “I need you to give me one more.”

“Can’t, Steve. Too much,” you whine and try to press away from him.

Steve shakes his head and rolls you on top of him holding your hips in place. “You can take it,” He grunts as he thrusts up into you. You cry out feeling him impossibly expand inside you and clench. “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me more of that. You doing to good. Just one more.” You moan at his praises and your body reacts on instinct, attempting to hold onto him but he’s far stronger than that. You nails claw at his shoulders, attempting to keep him close but wanting him far far away.

And then it releases.

And he releases.

Oh God does he release. You’re fill to the brim as his seed spills out around his cock and leaves a sticky puddle at your core and on his stomach and you love it. You don’t want him pull out for fear of losing this sensation.

“Baby, you made a mess,” Steve smiles pressing you to sit up so you can lean back on his propped knees.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper sheepishly.

“You’re so beautiful.” You giggle and shake your head sharply. You were probably a mess: make up smudged, hair tousled. He moves you both closer to the nightstand to grab a few tissues to wipe himself off. He flips you down on the bed and finally pulls out of you. You whine but his plants a kiss on your lips to quiet you. “Don’t move.” You nod because there’s very little you can do anyway. You groan as you pull your legs up in your chest and cradle yourself as your muscles readjust.

Steve returns with a warm damp cloth and he gently wipes you down before kissing your forehead.

“Hey handsome,” you smile and meet his lips.

“You feeling alright?”

You sigh and pull him close. He climbs back in the bed on his side and wraps his leg over your hip. You turn to face him and run a hand over his smooth jaw. “I think I’ll be pretty sore in the morning but right now I feel amazing.”

He smiles and kisses you again. “I’m feeling pretty amazing, too.” You grin and press your foreheads together.

“I’m so happy we finally did this.” He hums affirmatively and pulls you closer. “Steve?” He hums again. “Are you hard again?”

“You’re just so perfect and soft,” he argues.

“I’ve created a monster,” you giggle. You untangle his legs from yours and lift yours over his hip to slip him back in your core. “Be gentle,” you instruct. He grips your hip and presses all the way into you. He groans softly and you tuck your head against his neck kissing at the delicate skin there. You suddenly set a goal to find all his delicate spots because you were sure they were few and far between. He grunts softly and the sound does something to you. You clinch around him making him groan from the pressure.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You ask into his neck.

“So perfect,” he groans and thrusts particularly roughly. You cry out and he stops immediately.

“Don’t stop,” you plead. He nods and keeps moving in you and you roll your hips against his. “You’re so big, baby. You make me feel so good. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Never,” he whispers. You cling to him as he pumps into you. Both of his hands grasp your bottom and he controls your pace.

“So dominant,” you mutter and kiss whatever skin you can reach as you’re bucked against him.

“I like to be in control,” he laughs. “Can you blame me?”

“Of course not, Captain.” He pauses and twitches inside you. “Oh?” you smile. “That did something to you.” It’s not a question.

“I’m not sure. Try it again and see what happens.”

You grin and bite your lip before pulling back to see his face. “Yes, Captain.” You don’t feel the twitch this time because he’s rolled himself on top of you, making waves into you with his hips.

You moan out his name and hook your legs around his hips once again. Who would have thought you’d be back here twice in one evening?

“Oh, God, Steve,” you whine and wrap your arms around his waist. He spanks you suddenly making you gasp.

“What was that?” He asks darkly, cocking his head to the side to watch you.

Once the initial shock wears off, you grin up at him. “Oh, God, Captain,” you purr.

He smirks and presses one of your legs up to your chest to reach deeper into you. “That’s right, sweetheart.” You whine and cling to him. One of his hands reaches to massage one of your breast then tickles you down to your core. A finger circles your clit and your breath hitches.

“I can’t!” You cry. “I’m gonna-“ but as soon as the words exit your mouth, he removes his fingers from your core.

“Not yet. I want to cum with you.” You whine and roll your hips against him, trying to get that friction but he halts your hips and gives you a stern look. You can’t help but smile. How does he switch to that so fast?

“How can I help you, Captain?” You breathe.

“That’s better. Hands and knees, sweetheart.” He pulls out of you making you groan from the lack contact.

“How do you even know about this position?” You ask positioning your backside to him.

“You’ve never looked into my internet history, have you?” Your eyes widen at the comment and the feeling of him suddenly filling you back up.

“Oh, Captain! Right there!” One hand steadies you at your shoulder and the other squeezes your ass roughly. You whine and throw your head back. Steve moves that hand on your shoulder to the back of your neck where he massages your tense muscles.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I’m getting so close. You’re doing this to me, sweetheart,” he grunts and increases his pace.

“Please touch me, Captain,” You beg. His big hand slides down your spine to play with your clit while the other grips your hip tightly. You whine and claw at the edge of the bed feeling your own fall close upon you.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters firming up his grip on you.

“Yes, Captain! I’m so close.” His thrust get deeper and rougher, the sound of slapping skin echoes through the room punctuated by the occasional grunt and moan.

You cry in unison as you both fall off the edge. You collapse under him, ass up chest flush to the mattress. He slides out of you and caresses your shoulder and hips.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks before lifting you from you contorted spot to cradle you in his strong arms. You nod and bury your face in his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he insists and carries you to the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the bathtub with you cradled in his lap as the water warms kissing your neck and shoulder gently.

“Steve?” You whisper taking his hand. He hums and kisses the back of your hand then your palm. “Stay with me?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He eases into the tub with you pulled against his chest.

You reach up to kiss his cheek. “Our first bath together,” you smile.

“First of many,” he assures you. “Should we make this part of the date night tradition?”

“You destroy me then butter me up by giving me a bath?”

“I did not destroy you,” he chuckles.

“Got pretty fucking close.”

“What’d I tell you about language? And you can handle it. You’re a tough cookie.”

“That’s what every woman wants to hear after having sex: you’re a tough cookie,” you chuckle and sink further into the water.

“I’m sorry. I was born in 1918. What do dames like to be called now?”

You just giggle and fully submerge yourself under the water.

And so began your new routine. You go on an adventure, something you’ve never done before, then try the local cuisine from the next country on your list. Then you go home and share some new study material that you do your best to recreate. And you end the night cradled in each other’s arms after a long bath. It was a new normal that you absolutely loved despite everyone else claiming you were the most vanilla couple in existence. Maybe you were. But you were also “America’s Couple” and America liked vanilla.

Until Steve brought you something that was very not vanilla.

“I’m not telling you ‘no’,” you insist as you walk down the hall toward the kitchen. It was late. You pulled yourselves from Steve’s comfortable bed to get some water. “It’s just a ‘I don’t know who we can ask’.”

“So who gets to decide who we can ask?”

“It should probably be a joint decision.”

“Then what about Sam?”

You your face heats instantly at the thought. “I don’t think he’d be into it.”

“What wouldn’t I be into?” The Falcon himself asked walking out of the kitchen as you walked in.

“Nothing,” you both chirp at the same time.

“We thought everyone would be asleep,” Steve smiles and you nod in agreement.

He glances between you with a lifted brow. “You’re both terrible liars.”

“One of them is incapable of lying,” Tony announces walking into the kitchen. You hear Steve huff out a breath of air. You know full well that he can lie but he gets a terribly guilty look that gives him away every time.

“Mr. America, do you know what your wife did last night?” Tony asks stepping into the kitchen while you slip out of the arm Steve has wrapped around you.

“We’re not married,” Steve denies opening the refrigerator and pulling out two water bottles. You sigh knowing exactly what’s about to happen as Steve cracks one open and hands it to you.

Tony drops a manilla folder on the counter and looks at you. “You wanna tell him?” You close your eyes and run a hand down your face.

“I’m sorry, Tony,” you insist. “He was here and you know I can’t help it. Just don’t bring these people here and it won’t happen.”

“Oh yeah. I’ll just vet everyone who enters my tower. You’re a genius,” Tony throws up his hands.

“Calm down, Tony,” Steve sighs and steps in between you two.

“I am calm,” the genius insists. “Your girlfriend bankrupted Pepper’s main financial backer for her south side revitalization project.”

“Well, now the south side is revitalized,” you insist with a straight face. Tony sighs and rubs his temple. “He stole that money from those people. I gave it back.”

“Look, Robin Hood, no more solo ops. And you,” he points to Steve, “need to put a leash on this thing.”

“It’s hard stop her from doing something she does with her mind,” Steve exhales.

“You’re Captain America. Make an amendment or something.”

Steve sighs again as Tony walks away.

You step in front of your boyfriend. “You’re mad at me?”

“No. Never,” Steve insists. “I’m irritated that Tony knows you live here but still insists on testing you.” You fall into his embrace. The two always had a shaky relationship and you didn’t want to come between it. A snarky thought comes to your head.

“What about Tony?”

Steve pulls away from you to give you a stern look and you can’t help but grin back. “You can’t be serious?” You only giggle and lead him back to his room

Little did you know that relationship was about to get a lot shakier when one James Buchanan Barnes arrived in your otherwise peaceful lives.

Shit really hit the fan. People took sides. People got hurt. And apparently this James Barnes killed Tony’s parents.

Scandalous.

In a matter of days you were kicked out of you New York home, fought the people that had become your family, and ultimately jailed.

All because of Tony’s guilty conscience and hurt feelings.

You were pretty sure you were close to having an aneurism from rolling your eyes so much in such a short span of time.

But your trauma was nothing compared to what your boyfriend was going through. His best friend from seventy years ago was alive and well and being used as a weapon of mass destruction. Steve eventually came for you, of course. He came for all of you. But he was different. Darker. He grew a beard that you still weren’t sure about. He wore darker clothes which you really weren’t sure about. But you offered his now homeless half of the team the empty space in your San Francisco townhouse.

Vision and Wanda took up the basement rental apartment. Sam got the spare room. Natasha came and went but she always had a place on your couch. Clint happily went home and you forced Scott to go home especially because his house was on the other side of the city, thirty minutes away. And James took over your home office.

James insisted that he go back into cryo but Steve wanted him to try to stay out in the world at least for a little while. Just to try it out. If he couldn’t cope, he’d find a solution.

He wasn’t adjusting well in your opinion.

Being the extremely liberal city that San Francisco is, you were virtually untouchable. A sanctuary city . Your neighbors loved having the Avengers next door. And they’d never give you up to the government agents that were constantly looking for you. They would wave as Mr and Mrs America went on their morning jog. Sam volunteered at the local veterans center falling right back into his old position. You forget Wanda and Vision were there most of the time unless you catch them going out for date night or when they come up to ask for a cup of milk or flour.

Everything was great except for one James Buchanan Barnes.

You couldn’t believe this was the same man Steve talked so highly about. He was quiet and moody. And no one was getting any sleep with his regular night terrors. Your neighbors would glare and give him a wide berth but he honestly didn’t go outside too often.

Almost every night at 3am on the dot, he would start screaming and thrashing. He knocked a hole in your wall and you would’ve cried if you didn’t have such a strong hold on your emotions. Steve quickly moved into Bucky’s room leaving you alone at night. He was violent when he woke up; punching, kicking, and the choke holds were the worst. Every few mornings, you’d find Steve in the kitchen holding an ice pack to his face. He’d act like nothing was wrong and kiss you good morning then join you for a jog. You never said anything. This was his best friend. If it was your best friend you’d do the same. But your best friends were all scrawny computer nerds so taking a punch from them would be a lot less traumatic but still you’d do it for them in a heart beat.

But you were so tired of sharing!

Can Bucky watch the movie with us? Can Bucky join us for dinner? I think Bucky would love to come on a hike.

Every request you smiled and nodded and acted like you were happy to have his quiet moody friend come along and stare into space while you tried to have a romantic time. But you never complained. Sometimes you’d stare at him while he stared off in the distance just to see if he’d notice. It was like your own game. Steve never noticed and if James did, he never said anything. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive. In a grungy unwashed way. A hair cut and a shave would work wonders for him but he never wanted to go to the barber with Steve and Sam so no one fought him on it. He’d stay with you, basically alone and stare out a window or at a wall and you’d just ignore him. He didn’t seem like the type to engage first and you certainly weren’t going to talk to him so you actively ignored each other.

“What are you watching?” You almost jumped when the voice interrupted you out of nowhere. You turn to see James, hair in a half bun, frowning at your phone propped on the counter.

“Cooking video,” you answer shortly.

“Are you making something?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to make me ask what you’re making or do you just not want to talk to me?”

You sigh and try to ease the tenseness that suddenly invaded your shoulders. “No. To the second thing. I think. I want to make homestyle potatoes and I’ve never made them before and Steve likes them so I thought I’d try.”

“You got potatoes?” You nod holding up the bag. “I’ll show you.” You cock your head at his offer. “I know how Steve likes ‘em anyway. Just try not to stare too hard,” he smirks and you blink at him stunned.

He did notice.

“I didn’t mean to stare, well, I did but you were staring and-“

He holds up a hand to stop you with an amused look. “It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable,” you say resolutely.

“Like I said, it’s fine. It’s been a while since a pretty girl stared at me.” You stare back at him blankly then remember you’re staring and shake yourself before pulling out all the cooking instruments he’ll need while he raids your spice rack. “What are you making with them?”

“Salmon?” You ask. You’re not sure why you’re asking. Maybe for his approval. Maybe to see if he’d like that, too.

He frowns and opens the refrigerator. “You got a roast in here.” You stare blankly at him. “You should make a roast.”

“Ok.”

And just like that, you’re cooking together. You don’t say much to each other but once the roast is in the oven he pulled you over to show you how make the potatoes. He was very to the point. A nice change from the food bloggers who had to explain the first time they had the potatoes and talk about their trip to Ireland and how many different ways you can cook this dish and end up with the exact same results.

“That’s all there is to it. Leave it like this for ten minutes then stir and put a lid on it.”

You nod and he starts to walk away.

“Everything should be ready in, like, thirty minutes.” You call after him. He waves a hand behind him and goes on to the living room.

Steve and Sam return, freshly lined up, ears lowered, and grinning. “Hey, handsome men,” you greet with a smile and give them both a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re in a good mood,” Steve laughs and pulls you close.

“James helped me cook.”

“There’s food?” Sam grins and walks straight to the kitchen.

“Bucky helped you cook?” Steve asks with a grin.

You contemplate his face. “Did you put him up to that?”

Steve holds up his hands innocently. “I promise I didn’t. He did mention he wanted to get to know you better.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but accept his explanation. “I’m going to go get cleaned up.”

You nod. “Hurry back.”

It was your date night after all. With Sam and James. Of course.

After your normal shared bath, Steve went to James’ room and you curled into your bed all by yourself. It still smelled like Steve from your exploits less than an hour ago. Normally this helped but tonight your mind was racing.

You find yourself staring out the window at the ocean and the near by Golden Gate Bridge. “He’s rubbing off on me,” you mutter to yourself after shaking your head and pulling out your phone to find something to distract you.

‘Not this again’

You’re back in that cell surrounded by information on inmates that have committed far worse crimes than you. Vivid images of mass murders, terrorist attacks, and genocides fill your mind and you can’t make it stop. You constantly find yourself falling down rabbit holes of crime and waking up crying. This time it was yet another man Tony wronged somehow. That list was endless and it just added to your anger against him. But this one was different. It wasn’t factual which is how you know its a dream.

You’re stuck until it plays out; the rational computer part of your brain that normally controls your waking hours reminds you of this over and over but the human part is terrified. No amount of rationalizing could convince it to calm down.

And of course you wake up alone. Drenched in sweat. Confused. Why are you alone? You haven’t slept alone in over a year.

“Steve!” You call before your logical brain reboots.

He’s with James. If he’s not there with James, James wakes up screaming, and your neighbors get mad.

You instantly regret calling for him because you know he’ll hear you and come running.

And the door opens confirming your prediction. Damn super soldier serum.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He takes one look at you before crossing the room to pull you into his arms. You must look like a wreck because this response is a little excessive. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“It was just a nightmare. I didn’t mean to call you,” you whisper but accept the closeness.

“Tell me about it?” He asks tucking your head under his to pull you closer. You shake your head sharply not wanting to burden him with it and he chuckles. “You’re so much like Bucky its ridiculous. Tell me what happened. That’s an order.”

You purse your lips and push away to watch him. He’s got his Captain America face on compelling you to spill your guts.

“I was back in that prison and this man was trying to kill Tony and Tony almost died but that happens to him a lot but he really died in the dream and this guy got his suit and dismantled the Stark Corporation before I got a chance to.”

“That is a nightmare. There’s only one Robin Hood and its you, sweetheart.” You smile and snuggle into him. “Just don’t kill Tony.”

“You know I could never. Though disabling his suit requires almost no effort.”

“It’s too late for ‘what ifs’. You need sleep.”

“So do you,” you sigh and run your hand across his scruff. He meets your eyes in the dim moonlit room. You lift yourself to meet his lips and he kisses you back earnestly, hands roaming to your hips to make you straddle his lap. You pull away and press you forehead against his. “I miss you.”

“You never said anything.”

“Because he’s your best friend and you love him.”

“I love you, too.”

“He needs you more than I do.”

Steve sighs and runs his hands up and down your sides feeling you for what feels like the first time in months. “When did you get so muscular?” He smirks.

“Spending too much time at the gym working out my frustration.” He quirks and eyebrow at you.

“We haven’t had a proper date night in so long,” he sighs.

“I’m getting tired of vanilla sex, Steve.”

“Well, you told me ‘no’ so I’m having a hard time finding a new kink.”

“I didn’t tell you ‘no’! I told we have to agree on someone.” He hums dubiously giving you a face. “It’s not like either of us have been looking.” He runs a hand up you spine and back down.

And then the screaming starts.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Steve apologies as you climb off his lap.

“Can I come, too?”

“What?”

“Maybe I can help? If anything, I’m sure he’s sick of talking to you all night.” Steve can’t help but chuckle and extends his hand for you to follow him.

You enter the room to see the dark soldier trashing around his makeshift bed on the floor next to the futon you brought from Ikea just for him.

“Bucky!” Steve hisses. He was much quieter than the screams James was emitting but you knew the serum running through their veins enabled him to hear it just fine. “Bucky! You have to wake up! It’s just a dream. Wake u-“ before the words escape his lips, James’ metal arm shoots out to wrap around Steve’s neck. Steve sucks in a deep breath as your hands fly to your mouth. But you notice James’ eyes are wide open registering everything going on and he immediately lets go.

“What did I tell you about attacking with the metal arm first?” Steve whispers massaging his neck.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Steve,” James exhales harshly. “You ok?” “I’ll survive,” he sighs and sits on the futon. “Want to talk about it?”

James’ eyes fall on you now that you’re visible to him. “Hi,” you smile.

“Did I interrupt something?” James asks glancing at Steve.

“No, of course not,” Steve yawns and kicks back across the futon, making himself comfortable. “They were passing out nightmares tonight apparently,” he jokes.

“You wanna talk about?” James asks you. You shake your head making him chuckle. “What brings you to my dungeon?”

“Steve said you wanted to get to know me. What better time than now?” You smirk.

“Sit down. You’re making me nervous,” James sighs and leans back against the wall.

Today was the most you’re ever spoken to him despite living with him for over a month. You sit next to Steve on the opposite side of the futon from James.

“What do you want to know, James?”

“Bucky, please.”

“What do you want to know, Bucky?” You correct.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Black.”

“That’s a shade. Not a color.”

“Grey then.”

He sighs. “You know ROYGBIV? Which one of those do you like?”

“I like all of them equally.”

“Is she always this irritating?”

“She’s analytical,” Steve mutters and rolls over to face the wall making himself comfortable.

“Analytical, huh?” He stops and thinks for a moment. “Which color is most useful?”

Oh? That’s a good question. “Red, yellow, and blue.”

“Pick one.”

“No. You pick one.”

“Red.”

“That was easy.”

“I’m not scared of offending colors.” You giggle at his comment and lay on your stomach across Steve’s hips to face him.

“What else you got?”

“What do you do?”

“Like power wise?”

“Nah, Steve told me all about that. What do you do that you can afford a home on the water with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge?”

“I develop apps. Well, I did before. Do you know what apps are?”

“I was in service for the past seventy years. Yes, I know what apps are. Did you design a game or something?”

“No. I’m in internet security.” He lifts an eyebrow at that and turns to watch you.

“You don’t seem like the type.”

You just shrug. “I still own all the rights and licenses so I can afford a pretty comfortable life.”

“Tony must hate you.”

“He does. But I think we’re all on his shit list right now.”

“Language,” Steve warns.

“But Bucky got to,” you whine.

“He’s older.” You roll your eyes before giving him a smack on the butt. “Don’t make me send you back to your room.” Bucky grins at you.

“What drew you to this punk?” Bucky asks. “Besides the obvious. You do know he used to be five nothing.”

“I do,” you smile. “When I joined the Avengers, there was kind of a divide when it came to me. I was a technological nightmare and everyone thought I’d be in their personal business. But Steve always stood up for me. He always understood that I couldn’t let an injustice get away if I could help it. Tony wanted to keep an eye on me because he thinks I’m a threat. Steve wanted me because he thought I’d be genuinely helpful.”

“And because he likes your butt,” Bucky smirks.

“Stevie,” you gasp playfully. He reaches up to squeeze the object in question making you scramble off of him.

“You’ve got a nice butt. He should like it.”

“Bucky,” you exhale whipping your head around to face him but he’s just got this knowing smirk on his face that you can’t help but smile back at.

“He’d be a hundred year old virgin if it wasn’t for you.” You giggle laying on your side to face your conversation companion.

“I’m sure he would’ve found someone.”

“You’re good for him.”

“You are, too,” you whisper. Bucky gives you a sad smile. “He told me how you took care of him after his parents died. He’s repaying the favor. Let him.” Bucky nods and slumps down into his makeshift pallet while you cover your mouth to yawn and scoot closer to your boyfriend.

“You should get some sleep, doll,” Bucky insists and pulls the forgotten blanket over your shoulder. You nod and turn over to spoon Steve who long since fell asleep.

“Who said you could call me ‘doll’?” You mutter into Steve’s shoulder.

“I call all the beautiful dames with nice butts ‘doll’.”

“You could build a house with all the brick I got,” you mumble sleepily only to hear Bucky chuckle. You smile and snuggle closer into Steve’s warmth before falling asleep.

You catch up to Steve and Sam during your morning jog the next day completely out of breath as usual. Steve stretches on front of your stoop as if he hasn’t even broken a sweat while Sam is sprawled out on the steps gasping for air. Why do you two insist on trying to keep up with him?

“Finally made it?” Sam breathes as if he didn’t finish just a couple minutes ahead of you.

“Shut up,” you bark and slump against the stair rail. Steve steps around both of you for the door and you practically crawl up the steps after him

“Come on. Team work makes the dream work,” Sam sighs and wraps your arm over his shoulders so you can help each other into the house.

“Good run today,” Steve grins and places a bottle of water in front of both of you once you reach the kitchen.

“Yeah. Great,” Sam huffs and snatches his bottle and drinking half of it before stumbling up the stairs.

“I don’t know why you two insist on keeping up with me,” he sighs and lifts you onto one of the bar stools and pressing himself between your legs.

“Pride,” you exhale and take a sip of water making him laugh. “Hey, I was thinking.”

“You do that a lot,” Steve chuckles and rubs his thumbs along your sides tickling you.

You swat his arm softly before continuing. “What about Bucky?”

He wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“I think he’s still a little too volatile for that, sweetheart.”

“He seems perfectly well adjusted while he’s awake,” you argue.

Steve sighs and rubs his hands across your lower back. “If you can get him to agree to it, I’d love to share you with Bucky.”

You smile and kiss the center of his collar bone. “He just needs a gentle touch,” you assure the blond.

He hums and buries his face in your hair. “I could use a gentle touch, too.”

“Oh, could you?” You smirk as he bends to kiss you. He hums affirmatively and lifts you to carry you up to your room.

You spend the night with Steve in Bucky’s room. It’s a wonder he sleeps on the floor because this futon is probably less than half a step above just curling up on the floor. You bring your memory foam pillows and have Steve tote your weighted blanket as he trails behind you.

“You’re back,” Bucky smirks when he sees you.

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“She brought her whole bed room with her so you better not mind,” Steve smiles and drops the weighed blanket on the futon with a thud.

“What are you watching?” You ask crawling across the makeshift bed to see what Bucky’s playing on his tablet.

“News,” both Bucky and Steve reply at the same time. So this is a ritual? You frown as the other half of the Avengers preform some death defying feats at the command of the government.

“You like murder mysteries? You like makeup? You like Mondays?”

“What?” Bucky mutters as you pull the tablet out of his hand and find a video that fits just that. “This is what you watch?” Bucky asks as you place the tablet back in his hands as a woman starts talking about a serial killer from the ‘90s while applying foundation.

“The news is sad,” you explain and make yourself comfortable so you can see the video, too. “This is sad, too, but at least you get to watch pretty makeup.” Bucky chuckles and leans closer to you while Steve wraps himself around you. You know he’s asleep as soon as he gets comfortable, spooning you from behind, legs tangled in yours. You smile at his closeness and wonder what Bucky is like to sleep next to.

“Is he always this tired?” Bucky asks glancing up at the man behind you.

“He’s been through a lot lately. I think it’s catching up to him. And he’s old,” you giggle.

“I’m old, too. You don’t see me falling asleep as soon as I lay down.”

“Because you’re not comfortable,” you insist and take the tablet from him to click on another video.

“I’m fine,” he grunts in a very ‘I’m not fine’ way. You both fall asleep shortly afterwards.

Groans wake you up. You feel Steve’s strong embrace from behind you. You wench your eyes open unwillingly to see Bucky writhing on the floor next to you. You sigh and move to wake up Steve. He’s not screaming yet, though.

You crane your neck to see the clock on the wall. 2:58. Okay. You steal yourself to try something new. You slide a hand out of the blanket and touch his arm softly. He stills.

You reach further down, sliding your hand down his arm until you reach his hand. “Please don’t throw me,” you whisper as you tangle your fingers in his, prying open his fist. “Please don’t break my hand. Please don’t rip off my arm.” You continue to chant pleas against any possible violence but he stays still under your touch.

Then his fingers grip around yours.

“Please don’t throw me! Please don’t break my hand! Please don’t rip off my arm!” You hiss squeezing your eyes shut preparing for the worst.

“You’re a bold little thing, doll,” he rasps.

“You’re awake?”

He groans and turns over to face you, never releasing your hand. “I won’t rip off your arm. Promise.” You smile and rub the back of his hand with your thumb. “I might throw across the room to teach you a lesson in self preservation,” he smirks making you giggle. “Keep this pretty little hand somewhere safe so Steve can put a ring on it one day.”

“It is somewhere safe,” you smile glancing at its place in his hand. He smiles back at you. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can I keep this?” He asks squeezing your hand. You nod and scoot closer to the edge of the bed.

You woke up with a stiff shoulder but it was worth it.

You find yourself staring at another recipe on date night. Sam and Steve were at the gym, dating each other, while you slaved away to make another one of your boyfriend’s favorite meals.

“More makeup and murders?” A voice asks from behind you making you jump. You spin to see Bucky leaning against the counter. How does he move so quietly?

“No,” you whisper clutching your heart.

“Don’t want to talk to me again?” He smirks.

“No. I’m making baked macaroni because Steve likes it but I’ve never made it before.”

“This again?” You smile sheepishly up at him. “You got macaroni? You got cheese?” You nod holding up the two ingredients. “I’ll handle that. What are you making with it?”

“Shrimp?” You ask. He rolls his eyes and opens the refrigerator.

“You got chicken in here.” He glances back at you but you’re staring at his butt through his black sweat pants. “Make some chicken, doll.” You nod and take the chicken he hands you. You prep that and place it in the oven and wait for Bucky’s instructions on baked macaroni.

“This one is easy. It’s like lasagna. You ever made lasagna?” You shake your head ‘no’. “What do you make?”

“Fish and rice and vegetables. I’m not much of a carb eater.”

“Such a 21st century dame. Come here.” He lifts you with his metal arm and places you on the counter next to him. You watch him prep intently, eyes traveling up his large arms every once in a while to watch how he biceps fill his tight t shirt. You have to shake yourself and focus a couple of times.

Just as he’s putting on the final touches, Steve and Sam walk in. Sam still looks like he’s been through the ringer of your boyfriend’s grueling workout while Steve looks like he just frolicked through a field of flowers. Probably because of the flowers he was holding.

“Welcome home,” you smile and accept the bouquet he hands you. “Did you two have fun?”

“Fun is one word for it,” Sam grumbles and trudges upstairs.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” you call after him.

“You got Bucky in the kitchen again?” Steve asks standing between your spread legs and gripping your hips.

“He’s helping,” you explain.

“Your definition of helping might need some tweaking, sweetheart,” Steve smirks and places a quick kiss on your lips. “Thank you for taking care of her, Buck.”

“We’re taking care of each other,” the brunett smirks and lifts a pinch of shredded cheese for you to eat. You open your mouth for him to feed you. He drops the cheese in your mouth, hand hesitating just long enough for you to lick the tip of his finger before pulling to whole thing in your mouth to suck the remnants of cheese off of it.

Steve smirks at you then at Bucky before you release his finger. “I’m gonna go shower,” he mutters before kissing you softly but your gaze hasn’t left Bucky’s stunned one.

“Okay, baby,” you mutter and accept his kiss.

“Keep an eye on her, will ya, Buck?” Steve calls over his shoulder and heads up the steps.

“What was that?” Bucky frowns as soon as Steve is out of ear shot.

“What was what?” You feign innocence. “Doesn’t that need to get in the oven?” You point at the casserole dish he just finished preparing.

“Fuck that. What’d you do that for? And why was Steve so cool with it?”

“Language,” you mutter and take some more cheese from the bag. “Come here.” You tug his arm so his standing where Steve just was in front of you, between your legs. You squeeze your knees around his hips holding him there but not trapping him. He can leave whenever he wants. “Here.” You hold up the cheese for him but his frown only deepens. “Come on, Bucky. Use that super brain of yours. You know exactly what’s going on.”

He bites his lip before opening his mouth to speak. “Steve is cool with this?”

“He suggested it. But I suggested you and you should’ve seen how happy he was.” Bucky glances away from you towards the dining area behind you and, probably, out the window. “What are you thinking about?”

He works his jaw and it’s one on the most attractive things you’ve seen this man do. “Is this a one time thing?”

“No.”

“Are you gonna make me ask what it is?” He asks irritably.

“It’s a relationship.”

“Between three people?”

“Between three people,” you confirm.

He works his jaw again, still not looking at you but you feel yourself clench. “I’ll think about it,” he finally mutters. The computer part of your brain nods but the human part wants a better answer than that. As if he reads your thoughts, he lifts your hand and sucks the shredded cheese out of your fingers. “You’re still gonna sleep over tonight.” It’s not a question. “I’ve gotten the best night’s sleep in almost a century with you.” You smile sheepishly and he turns to put the macaroni in the oven.

Steve destroys you that night. You can barely walk before your cuddling soak in the tub and your legs are jelly after it. He carries you bridal style down to Bucky’s room while you kiss and nip at his neck the entire time.

“Did she hurt herself?” Bucky asks tugging back your weighted blanket as Steve tucks you in.

You look at each other and share a laugh. “No. I did all that damage.”

“I didn’t need to know that,” Bucky groans and rest his head on his arms on the edge of the futon. You run your hand down his face, scratching lightly at the scruff on his cheeks. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes.

“She’ll probably fall asleep on us,” Steve sighs and pulls you into an embrace.

“She told me what you wanted. Us?”

“Yeah?”

“I told her I’d think about it.”

“What’s to think about, Buck?”

“He doesn’t want to get hurt,” you sigh and take his hand before snuggling up against Steve.

“Your computer brain tell you that?” Bucky scoffs but rubs circles into the back of your hand anyway.

“Didn’t need it to. I’m going to sleep.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Steve kisses your temple and pulls you tighter to him.

“You suggested this?” Bucky asks letting you get comfortable before laying down attempting to keep your hand in an optimal position.

“Yeah. After everything I’ve been through, I want some back up with her. Just to know she’s being taken care of if I can’t be there.”

Bucky hums and you feel his metal hand brush down your face. “You don’t think she can take care of herself?”

“Of course she can. But she needs someone in her corner. She gets a lot of flack for what she does. There’s a very thin line to cross for her to go rogue.”

“You think she would?”

“No. Not on her own. I’m just scared that someone might push her.”

“Enough,” you mutter. “I’m right here.”

“Well, you need to hear it,” Steve sighs.

You only grumble and attempt to turn over but your arm is trapped. “My shoulder hurts,” you whine. “Bucky, just come up here!”

“There’s no way I’m going to fit with you two, doll,” Bucky chuckles at the fit you’re throwing.

“Then let’s go to my room. Please.” You frown at the brunett, sitting up slightly so you’re above him.

“You heard the woman, Buck. We’re changing locations,” Steve grins and lifts you up. Bucky only stares at both of you as if you’d each grown an extra head.

“My blankie,” you whine, grabbing at the ornate weighted blanket left on the futon.

“Alright. I got it. Take her, will you?” Steve asks holding you out for his best friend. Bucky continues to glare between you two

“Bucky,” you mutter looking at him with wide eyes.

“Okay,” he sighs and gets up. He holds you like a child with his metal arm and grabs your pillow with the other.

“She’s more human when she’s tired,” Steve smiles. “Why don’t you ask her her favorite color now?”

Bucky steps into the hallway ahead of Steve and you tuck you head against his shoulder. “Alright, doll, what’s your favorite color?”

“Purple,” you answer with zero hesitation.

“Purple, huh? Explains why your office is lavender.” He’s quite as he reaches the top floor landing and opens the door. Steve isn’t right behind him so he closes it to a crack and sits on the side of the bed with you still cradled to him. “Why him?”

“He was the only one to see the human in me.”

Bucky stays quiet for a moment pulling you tighter against him. “Why me?”

“You’re the only one who treats me like a person.” He hums and you glance up at him. Then his lips and back at his eyes.

“Doll, can I kiss you?” You nod but instead of leaning in he looks up at the figure in the door way. “Stevie, can I kiss her?”

“I trust you,” Steve smiles and sits next to you.

You look back at Bucky and he brushes his nose against yours, tilting your head back to the perfect angle for your lips to meet. His kiss is all calm, minty, relaxing. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. Deeper. His hand massages the back of your neck while you lift yourself to straddle his lap. He holds you right against him, hand rubbing along your sides, lifting your thin nightshirt just enough that he can graze your bare skin. You gasp as a third hand comes to rest on your lower back, pressing you closer to the man whose lap you’re on.

“Her lips are so soft, huh Buck?” Steve whispers. You feel his other hand pull back the collar of your shirt so he can kiss your shoulder and neck. “They feel amazing wrapped around your dick.”

“Language, Stevie,” both you and Bucky reprimand at the same time. You pull back and smile at the man currently holding you. He tickles your sides making you giggle then fail to hold back a yawn.

“I’ll have to hold you to that. You’re exhausted, doll.” You nod and crawl out of his lap to plant a kiss on Steve’s lips before crawling up the blankets. You reach to grab Bucky’s hand to spoon him while Steve curls up behind you.

“Comfortable?” You ask the brunett, tangling your fingers with his.

“Yeah,” he whispers and snuggles into your embrace. You can’t help but smile as the big man curls into you like a child.

“Goodnight, Bucky. Goodnight, Steve.”

“‘Night, doll.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“You two seriously only have sex on Fridays?” Bucky asks as you roll out of bed Friday morning, already excited about tonight. You’ve been fending off Bucky’s advances all week for the sake of tradition. Steve claimed you were torturing him but you had a routine and you didn’t like breaking routines.

“Penetrative sex,” you clarify as you bend down to kiss the man still curled in the bed, unable to keep the smile off your lips. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you close, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of your head.

“So I could’ve been fucking that cute little mouth of yours all this time?” Bucky smirks and nips at your bottom lip.

“Let her go. We have to go running,” Steve grins as he steps out of the bathroom.

“It’s finally Friday. I’ve been waiting all week for a piece of this girl,” Bucky argues holding you tighter.

“She likes her routine,” Steve insists. “Come running with us.”

Bucky groans and falls back in the bed. “Come on, Buck. It’ll be fun. Sam and I try to keep up with Stevie and fail miserably,” you giggle as if it's the highlight of the morning.

Bucky hides his face in the pillow beneath his head. “How about I have some breakfast waiting for you three when you get back?”

“Sounds good to me,” Steve grins. “Come on, Sweetheart. Go get ready.” You sigh and pull away from Bucky, leaving one last kiss on his lips.

You return to a huge spread of breakfast food in the kitchen that even Wanda couldn’t pass up and dragged Vision along with her.

“Now there’s a man that can give you a run for your money, Cap,” Sam smirks gesturing to Vision.

“I’d pay to see that,” you smirk in agreement. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Right here, doll,” the Brunett grins carrying the nice plates to the table.

“It looks amazing. Thank you!” You kiss his cheek tangling your fingers with his. “We’ll be back down in a second.” Steve throws you over his shoulder and spanks you on his way up the stairs.

“Stop teasing that man,” he commands over your startled screams.

“I’m not teasing anyone,” You insist as he drops you on the bed. Steve bends down to kiss you.

“You can do whatever you want to him tonight but he’s going to retaliate if you don’t stop.”

“Is that a promise?” You bite your bottom lip watching as your boyfriend pulls off his sweaty shirt. Christ, that body!

“Trouble with a capital T,” Steve mutters and disappears into the bathroom.

“Alright, doll face, which one of the punk’s favorite meals are we making today?” Bucky asks while you clean up the kitchen after breakfast. You place another dish on the drying rack when a pair of arms trap you at the sink. You bite your lip and pick up another dish, scrubbing the debris from it before wiping it off one last time and rinsing it.

“Actually,” you whisper, “I was hoping to make something you like tonight.”

He hums and steps closer, his chest pressing against your back, the vibrations tingling through you from your toes to the back of your neck. His chin rests on top of head as his hands leave the counter and find your stomach. “And what do you think is my favorite dish?”

“Well, I’ve asked Steve about it.”

“Oh? You got inside insider information.”

You nod with a smile. “I have my sources. So, you don’t get to help.”

“What?”

“It has to be a surprise.”

“I don’t want it to be a surprise. I want to cook with you.” You spin in his grasp and see the actual pout on his face.

“You really want to cook with me?”

He nods. “I want you to put on one of those cute little aprons with nothing under it while I show you exactly how I like my food.”

You giggle and reach up to kiss him. “Should I get Steve to take Sam on a date?”

“Actually, Sam’s going to be at the Vet center all day,” Steve announces stepping into the kitchen with a few more plates.

“So we have the house to ourselves?” You ask pulling off your gloves and laying them on the edge of the sink so you can wrap your arms around Bucky’s shoulders.

“Yup. They’re having some kind of community event. He’ll be home late.”

You light up and glance between your two men. “You mean we’re actually going to have a real date night?”

“Looks like it, sweetheart,” Steve grins. “And I believe Bucky made a request. Hop to it.”

“Yes, Captain,” you purr and rush upstairs.

“Captain?” You hear Bucky question but you don’t hear the rest, you’re too excited to have your men all to yourself for the evening.

Steve’s really into role play so you’ve amassed a bit of a costume collection since dating him. You pull the frilly white apron from your Little Red Riding Hood costume and tie it around your naked body. A bit of make up and a little hair tousling and-

Oh! You snag those red stilettos Steve loves just to add a little something and head back down stairs.

Steve is perched on a bar stool while Bucky leans over the counter talking quietly so he’s the first to see you.

“Shit, doll,” Bucky breathes standing up straight.

“Language, Buck,” you and Steve laugh at the same time.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Steve sighs pulling you close for a soft kiss. “Now, get in that kitchen and make me something,” he commands, swatting your ass.

“Yes, Captain,” you giggle and join Bucky in the kitchen.

“What are we making, doll?” Bucky asks pulling you close, both hands cupping your ass making your core clench from his touch.

“Well, I was going to start with some homemade ravioli with steak.” Your fingers reach up to cup his cheeks as you struggle to think straight.

“Good start,” Bucky grins.

“And Steve said you love dessert-“

“Best part of the meal.”

“So was thinking a homemade apple pie.”

“Ambitious,” Bucky whistles. “Good thing we have all day.”

“You don’t trust my cooking abilities?” You frown.

“I’ve seen you cook first hand. You’re gonna need all the help you can get,” he chuckles. You huff and attempt to wiggle out of his grip but Bucky’s metal hand finds your jaw directing your gaze toward him. “Thank you for this, doll. It all sounds delicious.” You smile and reach up to kiss him. You go to find the pie ingredients first while Bucky preheats the oven.

“Stevie,” you smile up at the blond, “you gonna help, too?”

“Nah, I’ll just be in the way.”

“Not a question, punk.” Bucky smirks and drops a bag of Granny Smith apples in front of him. “Get to chopping.”

Steve groans and mutters a soft “jerk” under his breath as you place a knife and cutting board in front of him with a smile.

Both men are so tame while Steve chops apples and Bucky rolls out pie crust while you make the rest of the filling. They watch intently as you create a delicate lattice design on top of the pie before crimping the edges. Bucky brushes on an egg wash and when the oven is nice and hot, you bend over to place it on the center rack earning two sharp inhales from the men behind you.

You stand back up to see two sets of blue eyes staring intently at you. “What?” You whisper fighting the urge to back away as two men of pure muscle gaze at you like hungry predators.

“Do that again,” Steve commands.

“Slower this time,” Bucky mutters.

“Do what again?”

Bucky grabs your hand, pulling your back against him, and bends you over at the hips. “This,” he whispers in your ear. You whimper and brace your hands against the counter.

“Look at that. She’s so beautiful,” you hear Steve whistle.

“The only flower I’ve ever wanted to eat,” Bucky chuckles. You wiggle your hips impatiently at being held in the position and receive a harsh smack from a distinctly metal hand. The force makes you gasp and your core clench, your body instantly showing how much you enjoyed that. “Be still,” the brunett commands switching into Winter Soldier almost as quickly as Steve switches into Captain America.

“She likes that,” Steve comments.

“You’re ruining my routine,” you whine but keep still lest you be punished again. Your feet are unceremoniously kicked apart and you have to use your grip on the counter to keep balance in your heels.

“Who said I’m going to fuck you? I just want to taste you. Be a good girl and let me see what I have to look forward to.”

Bucky falls to his knees behind you holds your hips in place with a cold metal hand while the other plays with your spread lower lips. You bite your lip and moan at his touch. You press back into him but you’re held in place by that unrelenting grip. A finger presses into you and forces a long whine from your mouth. He’s got some big fingers. He shifts positions and sucks your clit into his mouth making you clench around his fingers.

“Oh God, Bucky!” You cry gripping the counter. Your pants fill the quiet and the occasional whine for more escapes your lips.

“Sweetheart, you look absolutely beautiful like that,” Steve compliments. You bite your lip knowing he’s stroking himself to you being eaten out by another man. Bucky adds another finger into you and bends them to make you scream out his name. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show Bucky just how you come undone.”

“Y-yes, Cap-“ you shriek again as Bucky pumps his fingers into you at a punishing speed. “Oh Bucky! I’m gonna-“ He sucks your clit particularly roughly and that coil tightening in your stomach finally springs loose. You cry out as your orgasm rushed through you and pours into Bucky’s waiting mouth. He laps you up as you lose feeling in your legs. They buckle and fall onto Bucky’s shoulder, his face still buried in your core as he begins to work you again.

“No more!” You cry but it’s no use. He’s steadily stroking at that spot he found in you keeping every nerve on edge while you fight another building orgasm. “Please, Bucky. I can’t.”

“You can,” Steve encourages and steps around the counter. His giant raging hard on rests in his large hand, twitching at the sight of your watering lust blown eyes. He smirks and catches your quivering chin in his hand. “Hey, Buck, you want me to keep her pretty little mouth occupied?”

Bucky pulls away long enough to mutter “Please” into you thigh, his stubble making you shutter.

“Open up, sweetheart,” Steve commands. He holds you loosely by the throat so you can drop a hand to allow him between your arms. You wrap mouth around his tip and taste the salty bead of precum waiting there that leaves you moaning at the taste. You lick down his shaft then suck at the sensitive skin all the the way back up to his tip, gathering saliva as you go. You’ve never been able to fully take on Steve’s cock but it never stopped you from trying. Your lips devour his tip once more as one hand pumps at the rest of his length that you can’t reach. Steve grips your hair and neck lightly while you suck him off, moving you at the pace he sets. All the while Bucky is working you like it’s his sole purpose in life. His big fingers pump into you while his tongue expertly circles your clit. You moan around Steve’s dick and from far away you hear him grunt from pleasure. His grunts alway get to you. You clench around Bucky’s fingers as another orgasm rolls through you. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your jaw goes slack. Steve takes full advantage of your prone position and thrusts deeper into you. You attempt to relax your throat until he’s palming himself through the thin skin of your neck.

“Sweetheart, you feel so good,” Steve grunts above you. “Look at you taking on my whole dick. You look so beautiful absolutely ruined between your men.” His praises barely reach you as you struggle to breathe and another orgasm starts to build in your belly. Does that man ever quit? You shouldn’t have teased him so much. “I’m going to cum down your throat, sweetheart. I want you to cum with me. One more time. Let Bucky make you feel so good.” You can’t feel anything but the pressure on you core and, God, was there pressure on your core. You don’t even know if you have one more in you but if you do, the super soldier at your heat can get it out. You feel Bucky remove his fingers from your core, all the while still lapping at it with his tongue, and press those very same fingers to your ass. You can’t help the scream that escapes you around Steve’s cock but it only comes out as a high pitch moan. One of Bucky’s fingers teases your ass hole pulling the most explicit noises out of you. Words that if Steve could hear them, you’d receive a swift spanking from him which only excited you more. You clench and the muscles spasm as you release and Bucky takes that opportunity to press a slick finger into you. The cries get louder and more frantic as you attempt to escape Bucky’s grasp and your final undoing right before you’re almost drowned in cum.

You swallow and swallow and Steve’s dick twitches and gives you a little more leaving you completely full.

Steve gently pulls you from his dick while holding up your upper half. Bucky dislodges himself from your legs using one hand to hold you up and the other to help roll himself off the floor. Steve pulls you to standing but all of your weight is on him unable to balance or keep your legs together. “Sweetheart, you did so good,” Steve coos and kisses your forehead, cheeks, lips, where ever he can reach until you feel another set of arms pick you up bridal style.

“You alright, doll?” Bucky asks, his face completely wet with your essence. You smile weakly and nod, reaching a hand up to pull him closer into a soft kiss. You can taste yourself and he can probably taste Steve and you feel content with that fact for whatever reason. “My strong girl,” Bucky hums when your lips leave his and he presses his forehead against yours. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Your girl,” you repeat and kiss him again.

“Our girl,” Steve smirks pulling you from Bucky’s lips and onto his own.

“What are you, a communist now?” Bucky laughs making you giggle.

“Boys, play nice,” you warn and gesture to be put down. He sets you down while holding you steady. You right your heeled feet on the tile floor but your hips protest against holding you up. You groan as you attempt to fight it but another set of hands lifts you.

“I don’t think it’s going to happen, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles and places you on his hip like like a child. You pout like one, too.

“But what about dinner?” You whine wrapping your arms around his shoulders despite yourself.

“I’ll finish up,” Bucky smiles pulling you into a kiss.

“But it was supposed to be your surprise,” you mutter against his lips.

“I am surprised. Surprised you planned to do all this for me. I love all of it.”

You smile and kiss him again before curling into Steve’s embrace.

Steve moves to the couch in the living room where you still have a view into the kitchen and you can watch as Bucky expertly rolls out pasta dough and chops tomatoes from the comfort of Steve’s lap.

“I feel like this was a long con to trick you into cooking,” you smirk glancing up from your phone when Bucky comes to sit beside you.

“If it was, I appreciate it. It’s nice to focus on something outside of my head,” he mutters and takes your phone. “Food’ll be done in about thirty minutes. You got anymore of those makeup murder mysteries?” You smile and crawl into his lap to find a video. Steve moves closer and rests his head against Bucky’s shoulder, still enthralled by the book in his hand.

You thought what you and Steve had was the perfect relationship but as Bucky slips an arm around your waist and props your cell phone on your thigh while Steve’s hand lazily caresses your hip you realize this is exactly what you need. You look up at Bucky focused on the woman setting up the scene for this weeks murder mystery then at Steve brow furrowed at whatever hijinks the upper east siders were up to and smile yourself before focusing back on the video.

After dinner, Bucky keeps his arms around you while you do dishes, one hand massaging your breast and the other keeping your hips firmly against his, brushing against your sensitive clit every once in a while to keep you as unfocused as possible. He claims that he’s helping by keeping you grinding helplessly against his erection. Steve thinks it’s hilarious as he leans against the counter next to you drying the dishes as you shakily hand them to him.

“Told you he’d retaliate,” Steve smirks as Bucky drags yet another whimper out of you.

“I thought making me cum three times in his mouth was retaliation,” you whine attempting to squirm against his hold but you don’t move an inch in that super soldier grip of his.

“Not anywhere near done with you,” Bucky mutters against your ear before nipping it softly making you moan.

“Did you do your homework for tonight, Buck?” Steve asks catching the plate that you drop before it can hit the floor.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you moan halfway blitzed out from the man behind you.

“I sure did,” you hear Bucky grin.

“Please be gentle,” you beg almost crying at your need to be filled.

“I will be if you behave.” Behaving wasn’t exactly in your wheelhouse.

“You know she doesn’t know the first thing about behaving, Buck,” Steve jokes and directs your face toward him.

“Good thing I’m here to teach her.” Steve pulls you into a searing kiss that almost brings you to tears as you grind against Bucky. “You want me to teach you how to be a good girl?” Bucky whispers against you as you groan into Steve mouth.

“Answer him,” Steve orders pulling away just enough to talk.

“I want to be a good girl for you,” you whine. “Both of you.”

Steve beams down at you like a proud parent but when Bucky turns you in his grip you see the sinister smirk that graces his lips and you’re dripping at the mer hint of what he’s going to do to you.

He tosses you over his should and you’re amazed that this is your second time in this position today.

Bucky unceremoniously tosses you on the bed. There’s little in the way of clothes for them to remove from you so you watch as they unbutton and tug off their shirts. You’re almost salivating at the wall of muscle they create in front of you, squeezing your legs together to stop a puddle from forming where you landed. “You like this, sweetheart?” Steve asks watching your bite your lips as he undoes his trousers.

You nod quickly.

“He asked you a question. Use your words,” Bucky instructs stepping out of his jeans and revealing that huge pulsing cock that was just wedged between your ass cheeks.

“Yes. I want to know what it feels like to be between two men that can physically rip me in half without a second thought,” you answer boldly.

“She is trouble, Stevie.”

“The worst kind.”

“Come here, doll.” You crawl to the edge of the bed and look up at him. He wraps the fingers of his metal hand around your chin holding your face in place. “I did my homework.” He doesn’t let you respond with his grip on your jaw. “I heard you’ve seen it all.” His grip loosens slightly so you can squeak out a quiet ‘yes’ “Well, I’m giving you permission to look into my browser history.” You blink up at him and you mind leaves the room to his tablet discarded on the futon downstairs. News articles, normal research, a SNL video makes you smile, and-oh?

Oh!

“Oh no,” you whisper out loud returning to the room.

“Oh yes,” Bucky grins. “It won’t be all at once. We’ll warm you up,” he promises.

“You knew about this?” You bark at Steve as he sits next to you, one hand massaging the base of your neck.

“Well, I did want a third for a reason. And you apparently want to be ripped in half.”

You glare at both men in turn. “You’re going to get pretty close like that,” you grumble.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“What happened to wanting to be a good girl?” Bucky reminds you. Your glare softens slightly. “Very good, doll,” Bucky coos and releases you.

Steve tugs lightly on the ribbon holding your apron around your waist then again at the one around your neck letting it fall from your body. “Gorgeous,” Steve whispers and kisses your cheek then your jaw and moves behind you to plant kisses on your neck and shoulder. “Tell us what you want tonight.”

You hadn’t forgotten your own homework, either. Tonight was Steve’s long awaited kink come true and Bucky’s was going to require some work. You were the only one left. Bucky sits on the opposite side of you, his arms wrapping around your waist while he rests his head on your shoulder. You bite your nail. This was an open place. No room for embarrassment. When it was just you and Steve, it was a little easier. Your sexual prowess grew together. But Bucky was an unknown. He already proved he knew what he was doing with his mouth. And he knew what he was doing to you pressed against his body while you attempted to clean.

“Come back to us, sweetheart,” Steve begs.

“Do you want to just tell Steve?” Bucky asks seemingly knowing why you were hesitating.

You shake your head sharply. The three of you were a unit now. There was no reason to keep secrets. “Bucky,” you begin at a whisper. He hums indicating he’s listening. “I like being dominated. I want you to tell me what to do. To control me, like Stevie does. What can I call you?”

You feel Steve’s lips quirk up against your skin while Bucky thinks.

“You trust me enough for that?” He asks, his grip around you tightening slightly.

“Yeah, I do,” you nod and intertwine your fingers with his still around your waist.

“You’ll call me sergeant,” he commands.

“Yes, sergeant,” you reply obediently. “How do you want me?”

Bucky smirks and lifts his head to look you in the eye. “I want that pretty little mouth around my cock while Stevie fucks you into submission.”

Bucky stands at the edge of the bed while you kneel in front of him. You run your tongue across your top lip while looking up at the brunett in front of you. He steps closer and you’re practically biting at the bit to get a taste of him. “Is she always this eager?” Bucky asks over you to Steve who’s crawled behind you.

“She’s always challenged herself to take all of me. I think you’re a new challenge.”

“Is he right, doll? Are you going to try and stuff all of me down that throat of yours?”

“Yes, sergeant.”

“Well, get started, doll.” You grin and run your tongue from the base of his dick to the tip, lapping up the bead of precum waiting for you. You flatten your tongue and cover as much of the tip as you can with saliva before closing your mouth around him. He’s slightly shorter than Steve but thicker and fitting your mouth around all that girth was going to be test of determination.

It was a good thing you didn’t give up easily. You wrapped a hand around his base to cover what your mouth couldn't and you heard him groan above you, his fingers palming your scalp and controlling your speed. You moan with pleasure at the feeling of being completely at his mercy as he guides your head along his cock. You feel Steve finally touch you. His big hands splay across your backside as he spreads you open. You still clench almost a year later knowing he can see all of you.

“What a pretty little pussy,” you hear him sigh. “You’re going to love it, Buck.”

“You’re going to let me cum in your girl?” Bucky grits out, biting back a groan.

“Our girl,” he corrects and runs his tip along your slit. “I’m going to get her nice and wet for you.” You gasp as Steve slips into you. Almost chocking on Bucky’s dick as your lips take on a little more of him.

“That’s right doll. Get as much as you can. I wanna cum directly into your belly.” You whine at his dirty talk while Steve starts pumping into you. You try to keep up with your mouth but he’s rutting into you like a man who hasn’t fucked in a year. He knows that’s how you like it; hard and fast. The speed forces you to take in more and more of Bucky until your nose in buried in his pubic hair. Bucky growls at your progress and you feel him twitch in your throat. You’re completely at their mercy now, forced to follow Steve’s grueling pace while Bucky does what he wants with your mouth. Just the idea of it makes you cum.

“Christ, sweetheart!” Steve grunts as he’s forced to slow down from the clamp you’re putting on him. You take advantage of the brief respite gather saliva and pull your mouth almost all the way off Bucky’s dick, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip and marvel at the fact that you took all of this into your mouth.

“Fuck, doll. You’re doing something with that pretty little mouth.” Bucky forces you back down to the base of his dick then almost all the way off, getting all the pleasure that tongue of yours will give him. Then Steve is back at it at full force but now his hand has found your sensitive clit making you cry out.

“Who gave you permission to cum, sweetheart?” Steve asks knowing you have no way to answer. A harsh smack to your ass has you clenching around him. “You don’t cum again until we say so.” You whine around Buck’s dick but Bucky just thrusts into your mouth forcing any complaints to die before it reached your mind.

“Stevie said you like a little extra pressure when you give head.” You hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice and can only imagine what it would feel like to have his hand around your neck and his dick down your throat. His flesh hand wraps around your neck lightly adding just enough pressure. “Shit! I can feel myself fucking you, doll. Fuck,” he groans and rocks his hips in your mouth and you clench around Steve’s dick.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Steve groans, his thrust only becoming more punishing. You claw at the bed attempting to stay upright as you’re attacked from both ends.

“You ready for this, doll face?” Bucky groans and cums spilling into your mouth. Steve isn’t far behind filling you to the brim with his seed as you attempt to swallow everything Bucky gave you. “All of it, doll,” Bucky encourages with hand under your chin as a little spills from your mouth. You gulp down the last of his load before panting to catch your breath. “Such a good girl.” Steve pulls you back him his lap, cock still buried inside you as he kisses your neck and shoulder. Bucky crawls between your legs massaging your clit while you gently ride Steve’s spent but still hard cock.

“You can cum now, sweetheart,” Steve whispers in your ear as Bucky pulls the most needy whimpers from your lips. “That’s it.”

Bucky plants a soft kiss on you lips while you fall apart, moaning into his mouth. Bucky hums in satisfaction before pulling away slightly. “We weren’t too rough with you, were we, doll?” He asks meeting your gaze. You struggle to focus on him as you shake your head no. “Good,” smiles. “Know you’ve still got plenty in there for us.” He pulls away and leave you to curl into Steve’s embrace, clenching around him so nothing spills out.

Bucky returns with a damp towel and wipes away the bit of cum that spilled out of mouth. “Beautiful,” he mutters before kissing you. “Alright, let go.” You release Steve’s dick, lifting slightly to pull him out, and a trail of cum spills out of you. “Christ, Steve. You did get her wet for me,” Bucky grins.

“You should slide right in,” Steve jokes and presses your stomach causing you to leak more of his essence.

“Can’t wait,” Bucky mutters and kisses you softly before crawling into your arms.

“That was amazing,” you exhale and kiss his shoulder and neck.

“I’m so happy we finally did this,” you hear the smile in Steve’s voice mimicking your words from the first time you had sex. You crane your neck to meet his lips. They were being so sweet and giving you a breather in between rounds but they were ready to go. Steve was already hard, pressing against your ass while Bucky was starting to go ridged against your stomach. You grind softly against Steve earning a sharp groan from the blond.

You’d hate to keep them waiting.

“I thought you’d need a break after that,” Steve chuckles and tweaks one of your nipples.

You bite your bottom lip at the stimulation. Bucky takes the other breast into his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue before sucking harshly.

“Sergeant, you gonna fuck me with that big cock of yours?”

“You ready for me, doll?” He smiles nipping at the sensitive skin. You whine, pulling him closer, pressing his face into your breasts. “Want me to pump you full of my babies? Fill up that tight little tummy?”

You cock your head and freeze. “But I’m on birth control.”

Steve starts to laugh behind you, pulling you tighter against him, while Bucky snickers into your skin.

“We’re still working on dirty talk, Buck. Play along, sweetheart,” Steve insists through his chuckles. You search your memory stores for something like this. Oh? A breeding kink? It wasn’t something you’d ever paid attention to but if Bucky wanted it...

“Will I ever get use to that?” Bucky asks Steve while he props himself up to watch you.

“Yeah. It’s just a little unsettling when she does it during sex.”

“I’m back,” announce earning their grins. “Okay. Try again,” you prompt Bucky pulling him close once more.

Bucky smirks and meets your gaze, all amusement but the lust is still there. He repeats his words exactly earning a grin from you. “Yes, baby. I want you to keep me big and pregnant so everyone knows I’m yours.”

Bucky’s amusement falls. “She’s good,” he breathes before crushing you with a kiss.

“The best,” Steve chuckles and pulls you into his lap with your back to his chest, spreading your legs to expose you quivering pussy.

“Alright, doll, you sure you’re ready for this?” You nod panting against his lips. “Use your words.”

“Yes, sergeant. I want Steve to fuck my ass while you fill up my pussy.”

“Good girl. Stevie, you ready for her?” Bucky lifts you slightly so you cling to his shoulders and spreads your ass cheeks. You feel Steve’s head prod gently at the tight hole.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, captain,” you exhale trying to keep breathing through the pressure.

“Good job, sweetheart,” Steve groans rocking his hip into you and burying himself deeper. “You’re taking me so well. Almost there,” he grunts and pulls you against his chest, taking your weight from the brunett in front of you. Your moans don’t stop at this new form of fullness. Steve rubs your stomach and you start to relax with the new intrusion. “God, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” You clench at his words and he groans, feeling you tightening around him.

“Bucky,” you pant and reach for him. “I need you.”

“I’m right here, doll,” he assures and kisses you softly. “Fuck, we’re going to ruin you,” he smirks against your lips.

He slides into you and you make him wait to adjust to his girth, pressing a hand to his chest. “You’re so big,” you breathe and rock him into you slowly, testing the limits of your core.

“That’s right, doll. You love being full of two fat dicks. Stirring up your insides. Making sure no other man can satisfy you.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you whisper. He’s finally seated within you and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Steve rubs your lower stomach gently making Bucky groan.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Bucky moans and the sound makes you clench around them both eliciting further moans of satisfaction. Both their hips rock into you in tandem making you cry out and cling to Bucky’s shoulders.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, captaaaah!” You cry as they thrust into you.

“Bet you won’t find her sweet spot, jerk,” Steve goads breathlessly and it just spurs on Bucky’s thrusts, exploring your insides with each rut making you whine out hopelessly.

“I bet I can make her scream first, punk,” Bucky smirks making Steve double his efforts. Their hands roam across your body pinching and squeezing, Steve’s lips press into your shoulder, Bucky’s breaths tickle your ear. It’s all so much.

You cry out and press your nails into Bucky’s skin as he presses into the spot that makes you clench around him. “Found it,” he grins and meets that same standard over and over.

High pitched squeaks come out of you with every thrust.

You moan out his name and grip Steve’s hand that’s playing with your breast. Steve shifts his angle slightly making you scream for him. He emits a satisfied hum and continues to hit that point.

“Oh God,” you wheeze. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on our dicks, sweetheart. I’m so close.”

“I’m right here with you, doll. I’m gonna fill you up.”

You let out a sharp cry at your body releases, spasming around the two dicks in you.

“God! So fucking tight.” They continue to thrust, chasing their own orgasms.

“Milk my cock.”

And they flood you. Both pressing as deep as they can reach starting another release from your body just at the sensation and thought of being completely filled with them.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky groans. “You’re going to make me have to fuck you again.” You groan and pull him against your chest.

“No more,” you breathe.

You see Bucky meet Steve’s gaze over your shoulder. “You can take it, sweetheart.”

“No, really! No more,” you giggle and snuggle into Bucky’s shoulder making them both chuckle. “I think you two have successfully ripped me in half.”

“Then let us take care of you,” Steve mutters and kisses your shoulder. Bucky reaches over to the bed side table and hands him the discarded towel. You feel the cool material meet your backside as he pulled out. All of his essence came spilling out with him and you whine at the loss of fullness.

Steve only hums and turned your face to kiss him. “Going to have to fill that hole more often,” he mutters when you pull away.

Bucky takes the towel and gently dabs at your sensitive pussy after pulling out. “It felt amazing to be completely full,” you whisper.

Bucky smirks at that and leans over you for a gentle kiss. “Won’t be the last time. Promise.”

“Do you want a bath or cuddles?”

“Cuddles,” you decide not wanting to move. Not wanting to disturb the cum still filling you so gloriously. Not yet.

You pull Bucky back into the mess of arms and legs and into a soft kiss. “So, you want a baby?” You ask tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Is that a kink we can fulfill?” Bucky smirks.

“Stevie?” You smile glancing back at your boyfriend.

“Don’t make me tell you two ‘no’,” the blond sighs. “We’re on the run. We’re in hiding. We are not in the position to have a child.”

“What if I was a surrogate?” You suggest excitedly.

“Fuck, Stevie. All the benefits of pregnancy without the kid,” Bucky grins snuggling his face into your neck and making you giggle from his stubble tickling your skin. “Sounds like a dream.”

Steve sighs again. “I’m going to sleep. Don’t fall asleep with all the cum in you.”

“You are no fun at all, Steven,” Bucky laughs. “Come on, doll. Let’s go take a bath without him. Get all soapy and wet. Maybe we can see what else we can slip in you.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you smile and climb out of Steve’s grip. Bucky easily lifts you, cradling you against his chest

“Wait. I want a bath, too,” Steve mutters.

“Come on, baby,” you smile and make grabby hands for him. You spend the next hour squeezed in your tub with two giant men exactly where you want to be for the rest of your life.

Dividers by the amazing FireFly

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x black female reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers smut #bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes x black female reader #bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky Barnes smut #stucky x black female reader #stucky x reader #stucky x female reader

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Universe Jumping

Imagine being on a mission with Peter when it goes awry. Your powers suddenly manifest all on their own when you find yourself in a life or death situation, whisking you away out of danger and dropping you into another universe.

Words: 6.4K Author's Note: There's this TikTok video by thorshammerx that was just begging to be written. All credit goes to the video creator who inspired this and gave me permission to write out their idea.

You had several regrets in your life, especially that of following Ultron, but had you not made that terrible decision then you wouldn't have met the Avengers. Or Peter. You grew very fond of Peter during training and there wasn't a day your sister let you live it down. Then again, she had feelings for a certain android and you had no problems reminding her of said feelings when she teased you for yours.

You and Wanda had trained with the Avengers for quite a while before they felt you both were ready for your first mission, though they tended to separate the two of you since your powers were very similar. She worked really well with Steve, Clint and Sam, and you worked really well with Tony, Natasha and Peter. Everything was going well for the two of you that it was only a matter of time before something happened- that something being a bomb.

Steve and Bucky had uncovered a human trafficking ring- a ring so big that they called in all available heroes. You had been designated to the parking garage, keeping guard of the women and young girls being loaded into SHIELD vans and driven to safety. So far you'd seen off seven different vans and incapacitated three gunmen.

The comm in your ear crackles to life and Bucky is warning everyone of the building going into self destruction mode. Several voices start talking over one another, but the one that you catch is your sister frantically telling you to get out.

"M'fine, Wands. Just have one more van to see off and then I'm out."

You see the last van out, glancing around for any stragglers when gunfire erupts. Immediately you throw your arms out, a purple energy shield forming in front of you that the bullets bounce off. Then concentrating on holding the shield with one hand, you use your other hand to flick purple energy at the gunmen. It wraps around them, squeezing their arms to their sides, and then squeezing even tighter until there are audible cracks. Oops.

You don't have enough time to comprehend what you've just done because an explosion sounds above you and the ceiling starts to cave in. Your hands go up as a purple dome shield envelops you and your heart pounds as pieces of the building start to surround you.

"YN? YN!?"

You grit your teeth, sweat immediately beading along your hairline as it takes nearly everything in you to hold the building from falling atop of you. You grunt, exhaustion quickly creeping in. Another explosion sounds and you bite back a sob, every bone in your body starting to ache. "I'm in- I'm still down here!"

Your vision fills with tears as your sister screams that she's on her way down there while others shout at her to remain where she is- that the structure of the collapsing building was too vulnerable to have her powers pulling it apart. There's a loud groaning noise before one of the concrete barriers starts to fall towards you, but just as you're about to close your eyes a familiar red and blue suit is there to stop it. Peter.

"I got you. I got you, YN."

Through his Spiderman mask, Peter is staring at you as he barely manages to hold up the concrete pillar.

"G-Go." You gasp. "I can't- I can't hold it anymore."

"No. Not without you." Your expression crumbles as you shake your head. "YN," he says. "It's okay. We're going to- we can still get out of-"

Another explosion rocks the building, this one being somewhere on the level you're on. You and Peter both get knocked off your feet, landing just a couple feet apart on your stomachs as debris pins everything from your feet up to the middle of your backs. Your head swims before you get your wits back about you and you lift your head to look around.

Dust is floating around you as you catch Peter's gaze, panic filling you at seeing his mask half torn as blood and dirt coat his skin. "P-Pete.."

"It's okay. It's okay," he tells you. "Just breathe and we'll get ourselves out of this."

You hold Peter's gaze as you attempt to calm your breathing. There's either blood or sweat dripping down the side of your face, but you don't pay it much attention, not when Peter attempts to move first and even his enhanced strength is no match for a collapsed building. He manages to lift upward just a little, shouting as his arms tremble and he falls flat on his stomach once again.

Steadying your breathing, you close your eyes and concentrate on your power enveloping your body to push all debris away from you. But seconds later there's a sharp pain at the base of your skull and you cry out.

"YN?"

You attempt to move a leg, but in doing so it shifts the debris. Something collapses and suddenly there's even more pressure atop your body- something sharp digging into your hip.

You scream and then scream louder when it doesn't let up, and Peter panics. "Help! We're down here! Can anyone hear me? We need-"

The pressure does not let up and you can feel it penetrating your flesh now. Your screaming and sobbing gets louder, blood rushing in your ears drowning out Peter's distress. You try with all your might to summon up some form of energy, pressure building and building and building until something just seems to pop.

"YN. YN, stop. What are you-"

"I don't- I can't stop it! I don't know-" Another pulse of energy seems to radiate off of you and Peter shakily reaches towards you with one hand.

Fingers caressing your cheek, he pleads with you. "Hey. Hey, look at me. We're going to be okay."

But you can't pay attention to him because you suddenly start glowing from the inside out. The glow gets brighter and brighter, and everything starts to vibrate. You're so confused and in pain, and Peter's shouting finally pierces the fog in your mind.

When you glance at him all you see is his terrified expression. "Stay.."

"I don't know how." You reach for him, words cutting off as you see your hand and see what Peter's seeing. Your hand doesn't look like flesh and bone, instead it looks like particles of golden energy forming the outline of your hand. Whatever it is seems to be travelling up your arm until it envelops your whole body. "Peter?" You finally glance at him, his eyes filled with tears.

"W-We'll find you. Wanda and I, we'll-"

Your vision whites out as Peter shouts and it feels as if you cease to exist.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Elijah is lounging around a fire pit in the middle of the abattoir, nursing a drink and just thinking about what his family's next move is now that there is no one after them. He's just minding his own business when what he thinks are embers from the fire on the ground near the fire pit rolling by. Only the embers start growing and glowing brighter, slowly taking shape of what appears to be a body.

"Niklaus!" Elijah suddenly shouts, setting his drink aside. "You need to see this."

Klaus is by his brother's side in an instant, staring down at the glowing outline of what's obviously a body now. "What is this?"

"I.. I don't know. Do you think we need Freya?"

The glowing embers seem to vanish, leaving behind a flesh and bone female.

"That's a lot of blood," Klaus murmurs. "We'll definitely need Freya."

Elijah steps closer in order to crouch down, sweeping sweat and blood soaked hair from the girl's face. "Miss? Can you hear me?" There's not a peep from her. "Her heartbeat seems sluggish."

"That's nothing a little blood can't fix, brother." Klaus smirks as Elijah frowns at him. "Heal her wounds and get her in bed. I'll go grab Freya to clean the girl up and to find out what the bloody hell we're dealing with now."

When you come to, it's not slow and toe curling as if waking from a long nap. It's quick and frightening and you sit up with a gasp. Confusion is the first thing you feel since you're in one of the softest beds you've ever been in and you're not in the infirmary at the compound.

Your fear spikes as the bedroom door opens and four individuals file in, one right after the other. Two males, two females, all dressed in civilian clothing.

"W-what.. who are you?"

"Funny you should ask that," the male with sandy blonde hair asks. "We were about to ask that of you seeing as you just appeared out of thin air in the middle of our home."

Your brow furrows as you try to remember your last conscious thoughts. "I.. I'm sorry," you tell them. "My name is YN and I.. I don't think I had control over that." Your frown deepens. "Um, where exactly am I?"

"You're in New Orleans," one of the blonde female muses. The one with the shorter hair. "I'm Freya and these are my siblings Rebekah, Niklaus and Elijah." She introduces each of them and you nod politely even though your heart is racing. "Where are you from, YN?"

"Currently from New York," you say. "But we were- we were on a mission." Your last moments start to come to you. "We busted up a human trafficking ring and the building- the building came down on us and Peter.. Peter!" Your eyes widen. "Is Peter here too?!"

"I'm sorry," Freya says. "You were alone when you showed up."

"Who's we?" Niklaus then asks.

You glance at him and gulp. "The Avengers."

He snorts. "Avengers?"

"Y-Yeah. You know.. Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes. Or Iron Man, Captain America and the Winter Soldier." None of the siblings show an inkling that they know who you're talking about and your heart sinks. "Avengers protect Earth from what the military isn't capable of protecting people from like aliens and gods."

"Gods?" Freya frowns.

"Loki tried to take over New York several years back. Surely you'd remember that."

Rebekah snorts as she glances at her siblings. "Great. We've got a crackhead in our midst."

"What? No!" You say. "I'm not.. look," you sigh. "I'm telling you guys the truth. My name is YN and I'm an Avenger. A building came down on top of me and my friend, and I couldn't- I couldn't hold it anymore. My powers started acting weird and the next thing I know I woke up here."

"Powers?" Elijah finally speaks up here. "You are a witch?"

"Witch? No. I'm- well I'm not exactly sure what I am," you tell him. "Me, my brother and sister were normal until we turned ourselves over to HYDRA scientists for experimentation and the next thing we know we have powers." You raise your hand, palm down. Concentrating, your hand starts to glow and a small orb of purple energy starts to roll between your fingers as you dip each finger one right after the other. "That.. that actually came a little too easily. How long was I asleep for? I had drained myself by holding up the building so I shouldn't be able to produce energy quite so easily."

When you glance up, each sibling has taken a step back and is staring at you and trying to determine whether or not you're a threat.

"You've been asleep for about thirteen hours," Freya says. As she takes a step back towards you and holds her hands out towards you, she asks, "May I?"

"Freya.." Elijah warns, but she pays him no mind.

You see her staring at your glowing hand in wonder and shrug. "Sure. The energy won't hurt unless I will it to."

Freya takes your hand, turning it this way and that way as she runs her fingers along the back of your hand and your palm. "What all are you capable of?"

"I think the shorter list would be what I'm not capable of." She glances at you in surprise. You smile sheepishly. "I honestly don't know what I'm really capable of. We were still learning about our powers."

"Is your sister like you? Your brother?"

"Yes, only Wanda's energy is red. Pietro is- he was fast. Like inhumane fast."

"Was?" Rebekah asks.

"Yes. A sentient robot used us to try and split up the Avengers- this was before we defected to the good side of the fight- and Pietro was killed saving another Avenger and a young boy."

"I'm sorry," Freya tells you. You shrug and gently pull your hand back into your lap.

"Yes, well that was quite the story," Niklaus muses, "but forgive me if I don't believe you. Many people have come to try and take our family out, so.."

"Well I can show you," you say. You raise your hand again, it glowing as you mockingly wiggle your fingers in a wave. "It's quite simple."

Right." He huffs. "As if I'd let you work your magic on my mind. No. Freya gets to take a peek, but she does so by working her own magic."

You look at Freya, but she gives nothing away in her expression. Shrugging, you say, "Fine. What do I need to do?"

"Come with me."

You nod and slowly get out of bed, eyebrow raising at the set of pajamas you're in. When you stretch, you realize the only aches you have are those from lying in bed for so long. You turn this way and that way, and then reach back to where you remember something stabbing you while the building had fallen on you.

"Um.. I'm pretty sure I had a wound here?" You say while rubbing the skin right above your back hip. "How did it close so fast?"

"We gave you a bit of our blood to heal your injuries." Niklaus smirks.

"Your blood? Ew."

Rebekah snorts. "That's all you have to say? Ew?"

"Well yeah. Why?"

"Aren't you curious as to what we are that our blood was able to heal you?"

"Now that you mention it.."

"Vampires. We're vampires."

You blink at Rebekah, heart momentarily picking up speed before you shrug. "Huh. So vampires exist." Then without another word, you cross your arms over your chest and exit the room.

It's not hard to find Freya, she marking the stone floor with some sort of symbols in chalk inside a large circle. Off to the side there's a small table with a bowl, a mortar and pestle, and various jars. Her family joins you and you all watch as she throws all sorts of ingredients into a bowl. After a few minutes, she walks towards the circle and gestures for you to join her.

"So you and I are going to sit cross legged, facing each other. I'm going to light the bowl in between us and the smoke is going to put you in a bit of a trance so I can enter your memories more easily."

"Will I feel you in my head?"

"Not at all."

"Then fine. Let's get this over with."

Everyone watches as you take a seat on the floor and Freya sits across from you. You do your best to relax, resting your forearms on your knees and trying to regulate your breathing. Freya smiles at you in a reassuring manner as she lights the ingredients in the bowl on fire, and then blows out the fire so it's smoldering. She then reaches for both your hands and you let her take them. When she closes her eyes and starts to chant, you close your eyes and give yourself over to the apparent witch.

You feel absolutely nothing to give away what Freya is doing, so you're not sure how long it's going to take.

It feels like an hour's gone by when you hear Freya gasp and your eyes fly open. She's staring at her siblings, nodding in awe. Then looking at you, her expression falls as it turns fond and sad. "I'm terribly sorry for all that you've been through, but I'm afraid I don't have any good news for you."

You sigh. "Of course it's bad news."

She gulps. "The reason we have no idea who the Avengers are is because there are no Avengers here. They don't exist, at least not to us. If they did, we'd have heard of them by now."

"What? But how- how is that-" You frown as you try to think about everything you've ever come to know since you've gained your powers. Only one thing comes to mind, but it's impossible. How did you, of all people, make something like this happen?

"What do you know?" Elijah wonders. "You know something."

"The multiverse." You mumble and then sigh. "My powers started acting wonky when my life was threatened and they what? Deposited me in another dimension where I wouldn't die?"

"Pardon me, but what is the multiverse?"

"It's a goddamn headache is what it is." Rubbing at your temples, you say, "Grab a snack and sit tight. I'm about to blow your guys' minds."

The Mikaelson siblings didn't quite know what to make of you or where you've come from, but all it took was Freya vouching for you for them to let you walk around without keeping eyes on you constantly. They introduced you to Marcel and threw a party where they introduced you as an important guest of theirs, and it didn't take a genius to understand that every supernatural being in the French Quarter answered to the Mikaelsons.

Little by little, the family eased up around you as Freya scoured grimoire after grimoire to find a way home for you. During breaks, the Mikaelsons were interested to hear about your life in Sokovia and what led you and your siblings straight into HYDRA's hands. They listened raptly as you and your siblings realized your mistakes just in time to help the Avengers save the world from annihilation, and how you and your sister learned to live without Pietro.

Out of the siblings, however, it was only Rebekah and Freya who were hooked when they got you started talking about Peter and all that he meant to you. Well at least what he was starting to mean to you.

When you aren't with Freya or looking through grimoires, you're wandering the French Quarter and learning about its history- both human and supernatural- from the Mikaelson brothers. So it's not out of the ordinary to be spotted with Klaus as you shop around for knick-knacks.

"You buy an awful lot of rings, did you know?" Klaus muses.

You smile as he forks over the money for your jewelry. "Well if I ever make it back home, I need souvenirs to remember you by. And so I have extra rings to spare once Wanda gets her sticky fingers into my jewelry box." Taking the offered cloth pouch from the vendor, you slide the pouch into your jacket pocket. "Thank you." Turning towards Klaus then, you thank him as well. "And thank you. Now where to next?"

"Rousseau's. I need a drink and you need sustenance."

"Fair enough."

Klaus, though he portrays himself as the Big Bad, is ever a gentleman and offers you his arm as you walk down the sidewalk. You're happily chattering about what dish you're going to get this time when Klaus comes to an abrupt halt, his head tilting just so as if listening to something only he can hear.

"What? What is it?"

"Someone's requesting an audience. In the alley, of all places."

You glance towards the alley in question, exhaling softly when you see a hooded figure standing just at the mouth and staring in your direction before turning on his heel and disappearing deeper into the alley. "Well that's not ominous."

Klaus chuckles as he rests his hand over your hand that's gripping his opposite bicep. "Stay close, yeah?"

"Obviously."

Klaus leads you in the direction of the hooded figure, the two of you walking down alley after alley in pursuit of the figure. You grumble all the while, letting Klaus' chuckles keep your temper in check. When you finally come to an alley with a dead end, Klaus stops about halfway before rolling his eyes and turning the two of you around.

Right before your very eyes, three figures appear out of thin air. The one in the front holds a hand out and Klaus goes down to one knee with a yell as he holds onto his head. "Klaus? Klaus!" You hunch over to grab his face in your hands, eyes widening when you see he's in agonizing pain. Then glancing back up at the culprit, you yell at them. "Stop it! You're hurting him!"

Arms come down around you, briefly pinning your arms to your sides as they pull you a few steps away from Klaus. "That's the idea," a masculine voice muses right next to your ear.

The man holds you against the front of his body with one arm wrapped around your neck in a loose chokehold and the other raised in Klaus' direction. Klaus is momentarily immobilized as the other two figures rush forward and wrap his arms in chains before rushing back behind their leader. The chains are magically pulled taught outward and Klaus is strung up as he remains on his knees.

The figure in charge steps forward, letting their hood down as you stare at the woman who's doing her best to appear as if she's not terrified of her actions. "The time of the Mikaelson's reign is over," she says. "The witches of New Orleans are taking back what is rightfully theirs."

"New Orleans.. will never belong to the witches," Klaus growls. When he glances up, his eyes are golden and the black veins beneath his eyes pulse angrily. "Especially after this pathetic intimidation act of yours."

"That's what you think," she says. "We've waited and waited until we could find a weakness to exploit, and your family delivered it on a silver platter when you threw it a welcoming party."

Her gaze turns towards you and you finally can't help it. You laugh. The woman looks startled at your reaction and even Klaus stares up at you as if you're not right in the head. "You're doing all this because you don't like answering to the Mikaelson's? Don't they let you practice your magic whenever and wherever so long as you don't attack them? What more could you want?"

"New Orleans should belong to the witches! Our ancestral magic-"

"Blah, blah, blah," you deadpan. "I couldn't care less about your ancestral magic and your connection to the land."

"Mind your tongue, girlie." The arm around your throat tightens.

Klaus growls in warning and you sigh, having had enough of this bullshit. "First off, your first mistake was underestimating me and thinking I was a weakness for the Mikaelson's." Your hands raise, glowing purple, and the witch's eyes widen in shock. You slap your hands against your chest, the energy passing through you and knocking the man behind you back a few steps. Immediately whirling around, you move your hands until the man is enveloped in purple and you fling him up and over your head, throwing him at his friends' feet. "And your second mistake was attacking Klaus."

"W-Who are you?" The woman asks.

"I'm the bitch you've just royally pissed off." Without glancing at Klaus, you wave your hand at him and the chains fall from his arms. He's immediately on his feet, standing just behind your right shoulder as he stares the other witches down. "You think the Mikaelson's are a threat? You haven't seen anything yet," you tell them. "They leave you to practice your magic as you please, but me? I will make it so that no witch, with the exception of Freya, can practice magic in the Quarter. I will cut you off from your ancestors and erase your memories so that you forget you're a witch altogether."

The female gulps. "You're lying."

Your head tilts to the side as you smirk. "Am I?" You hold your hands aloft at your sides, pooling your energy before letting it explode outward. Ripple after ripple of energy wafts off you and the witches glance around in shock.

"What are you doing?!" One of them shouts. "Stop it!"

Behind them, at the mouth of the alley, human after human slows to a stop before turning as one. All their eyes have a purple sheen to them and one by one they raise a hand while pointing. "Witch! Witch! Burn the witch!"

The witches glance between the clearly mind controlled humans and you as you hold your right hand out at your side, palm facing upward and a swirling mass of purple energy hovering there over your palm. "You thought the Mikaelson's were protecting some meek little human you could manipulate them with? They weren't and now the Mikaelson's are under my protection. You come after them, you come after me. And I promise you I won't be so lenient next time." You snap your fingers and the chanting humans stop, shaking their heads clear and continue on as if nothing had happened. "Now get the hell out of my face before I go through with my plan to make New Orleans a magic-free zone."

The witches help their downed friend before fleeing and a moment passes before Klaus gently knocks into your shoulder as he saunters out in front of you to face you. "Well aren't you a scary little thing." You grin. "Can you really do all that you've said? Cut them off?"

You shrug. "If I put my mind to it, I'm pretty sure I can."

"Excellent. Now let's get home and tell Elijah and Rebekah what's taken place. They're going to be so angry they missed you in action."

After months of staying with the Mikaelson family, you've found a place for yourself by the family's side. Freya was grateful for the added magic you could provide when one of her spells needed something a little extra and Klaus was all too smug having you in his family's corner. The witches didn't make another move against you, but their glares didn't go unnoticed. However, they learned to keep to themselves after you dealt with a few rogue vampires to remind the witches of your true power.

One night you're having a drink with the Mikaelson's around a fire pit inside the abattoir, laughing at Klaus and Elijah as they tell stories about their youthful shenanigans before Klaus had decided daggering his siblings was a good idea when you feel a shift in the air. Your laughter immediately tapers off and you lean forward in your seat to glance around.

"YN?" Freya notices you first. "What's wrong?"

"Do you feel that?" You stand up, placing your glass down as the Mikaelson siblings all tense in preparation for whatever may come. "There's something- something in the air. It feels-"

Your words cease as red glowing embers suddenly appear, hovering about four feet off the ground. The embers start to swirl, growing larger by the second until there's a large portal in the middle of the room. All the Mikaelson's have gathered in front of you, guarding you from the imminent threat, and your jaw drops as you see your sister hover through the portal. However, your sister looks like she's been through quite a transformation and you can't stop staring at her glowing red eyes, nor the head piece adorning her forehead and keeping her hair out of her face.

You're so busy staring at her maroon and black suit that it takes you a minute to realize your sister is still hovering, her hand held aloft with a swirling mass of red energy in the palm of her hand ready to be thrown. You push between Elijah and Klaus, a swirling mass of purple energy forming in your own palm in case the worst comes to pass and you need to protect your new friends from your own sister. "Wanda? You good?"

She blinks, the red in her eyes diminishing as her feet finally touch the ground. Her hand slowly lowers. "YN?"

Your lips twitch. "The one and only." She lets loose a choked off sob and you rush forward to embrace her. "I can't believe you found me!" Movement just on the inside of the portal catches your attention and you glance over just in time to see a figure in red and blue swing through. When he lands in a crouch and then stands, the portal closes behind him and his face mask dissolves. "Peter!"

Wanda lets you go so you can rush over to your friend and he meets you halfway, squeezing you tight in relief. A moment passes before he pulls back, hands on your shoulders as he looks you up and down. "Are you okay? It took us forever to find you! Doctor Strange had to tutor Wanda and now she's the Scarlet Witch, and she has all this power and now you're supposed to-"

"Peter. Peter!" Wanda calls out. "Slow down. YN is starting to look a little overwhelmed."

"I'm okay," you tell them. "It's just- I didn't think I'd see you guys again. Freya and I have been looking for a way home and we've found nothing."

"Freya?" Peter frowns. He glances behind you and your eyes widen. Introductions needed to be made.

Stepping out of Peter's hold, you put yourself between him and your sister. "Peter, Wanda, I want you to meet the Mikaelson family. This is Freya, Elijah, Klaus and Rebekah. Mikaelson's, meet my sister Wanda and Peter. Or as people from our world know them, the Scarlet Witch and Spider-Man."

"Oohhh," Rebekah drawls. "Peter, huh?"

"You shush!" All the Mikaelson's grin and you try to will away the blush you can feel crawling its way up your neck. Then turning towards you sister, you ask, "So how exactly did you find me?"

Wanda slowly grins. "Like this." Her hands hover on either side of your head and your vision is suddenly filled with red. You feel your head fall backwards as anything and everything Wanda's come to learn about her powers is suddenly filling up your mind and slotting itself into your brain.

Peter and the Mikaelson's all stumble back a few steps, eyes widening as the sisters are then enveloped in masses of red and purple energy.

"Um.. should this be happening?" Freya asks.

"I-I'm not sure," Peter says. "Just get ready to duck should we need to. Getting knocked back by one of their blasts of energy is not fun."

The swirling energies get brighter and brighter, and then moments later both sisters are lifted into the air. Everyone's shielding their eyes, squinting through the whirlwind enveloping everything in the room. Then their energies seem to calm and the sisters are lowered back to the ground, Peter's eyes widening as soon as the energies dissipate and YN is in a similar outfit and headpiece to Wanda, only YN's is in the colors of purple and black.

"Well don't you look rather fetching."

Klaus' words make you blink and then you glance down at yourself, sighing when you see the outfit. "Goddammit. Tony's going to give me a code name, isn't he?"

Peter grins. "Does this make you the Violet Witch?"

"Shut it, Spider-Boy!"

"Hey!"

Rebekah snorts. "Excuse me, but what is it with the spider moniker?"

Peter shifts under everyone's gaze. "Oh, um, I was bitten by a radioactive spider and it gave me superpowers. See?" He glances upward, thrusting his right arm up to shoot webbing on the ceiling. He then pulls himself up and attaches himself there, glancing over his shoulder and chuckling at everyone's expressions. He crawls along the ceiling and down the side of the wall before jogging back over to your side.

"Well that's just bloody bizarre," Rebekah huffs.

Wanda stares at the family. "You're taking this awfully well. Did my sister inform you of us?"

"She did," Elijah says, "but seeing it firsthand is entirely different than only hearing about it."

"Plus we have the added benefit of being different ourselves." Klaus flashes a fangy smirk and you roll your eyes at his too smug expression when Peter gasps.

"The Mikaelson's are Originals," you say. "The very first vampires," at this Rebekah and Elijah raise their hands, "and the very first hybrid of a vampire/werewolf."

Wanda's eyes slightly narrow at Freya. "And what of you?"

"Witch," Freya says. "Our mother could not have children, so she struck a deal with our aunt. If our aunt could cast a spell that would make our mother fertile, she'd give our aunt her firstborn."

"And you were that first born?"

She nods. "I was. I was taken at a very young age and placed under an immortality slumber spell."

Peter's eyes widen. "What's that?"

"Our aunt put me and her to sleep for a hundred years, only to be awake one year per century while she looked for another spell that would grant her immortality without taking her magic. It didn't work and I teamed up with my siblings to kill our aunt once and for all."

"But if your aunt's dead, won't you age now?" Peter wonders.

"I will." Freya smiles kindly. "And I'm okay with it."

You smile between Peter, Wanda and the Mikaelson's.. and then it hits you.

You're going home.

You can actually go home now, but in doing so you're going to be leaving behind those you've come to be fond of. You sniffle and immediately all eyes are on you.

"Are you- are you crying?" Rebekah muses, chuckling softly. "Why the bloody hell are you crying? You get to go home now!"

"I know." You quickly wipe away your tears before they have a chance to fall. "But I just realized that I won't see you guys again."

"Oh sweetheart." Klaus chuckles.

Just as he steps forward, you rush forward and wrap your arms around him. Then one by one, you hug the siblings. "I cannot thank you guys enough for taking me in when I landed here."

"Well it's not every day a girl appears out of thin air- a girl with so much magical potential that she scares the daylights out of the New Orleans coven of witches," Elijah says. "You have helped and protected our family numerous times since you've been here, and it's us who can never thank you enough."

Wanda lightly clears her throat. "Are you done being emotional now?"

You frown. "Wands, don't be mean."

"I'm not." She slowly grins. "I just thought I should mention that we're both capable of opening portals to other dimensions now. We just have to be careful not to enter another dimension where other versions of ourselves are running around."

You blink at her. "What?"

"Welcome to your full potential, sister. You've got a lot to catch up on."

Glancing at the Mikaelson's once more, you ask, "Weekly dinners sound good to you?"

"Weekly dinners sound perfect!" Rebekah says. "I want pictures of all these other superheroes we've been hearing so much about. And could you possibly put in a good word for me with that god of mischief of yours? He sounds fun."

"Loki?" Peter scoffs. "But Thor is the much more good looking brother."

Everyone goes quiet and you turn to look at your friend, grinning. "Got something you want to share with the class, Petey?"

"W-What? No."

Chuckling, you step close to his side so you can nudge him playfully. As you glance forward, you say, "Then I guess this is goodbye for now. The witches should behave, but if not then I'll make good on that promise about cutting them off from their ancestral magic."

"You're scary when you're protective," Klaus muses. "I'm going to miss that."

You grin. "You'll soon grow to detest Sunday's. Just watch."

"Mhm. The next time you visit, I want every detail about you two," Rebekah says, gesturing between you and Peter. "These past few months being separated better kick start a romance. I'm a sucker for a good love story."

You and Peter both blush, the blush darkening when the two of you make eye contact. Everyone laughs and your heart starts to beat faster when you feel Peter reach for your hand and interlock your fingers.

"Finally," Wanda muses. "Can we go home now?"

"Yes, Wands, let's go home."

Wanda turns around and produces a portal, and you wave at the Mikaelson's. "I'll see you soon."

You and Peter turn, hand-in-hand, and you follow Wanda through the portal and into a familiar room inside the Avenger Compound. When you glance over your shoulder, the portal is closed and your heart suddenly aches once more.

"So vampires, werewolves and witches," Peter says when he catches sight of your expression. "You have to tell me everything."

"I will, but first can we take a nap? I really missed it here."

"Of course. Your room or mine?"

When you hear a groan, you look over at your sister to find her nose wrinkled. "You're going to be that disgustingly cute couple, aren't you?" You nervously laugh and shrug, and your sister smiles sadly. "I just got you back, YN. Can you shelve the hormones for a moment and spend a little time with me?"

"Oh. O-Of course."

"Yeah. Sorry, Wanda, I didn't think," Peter quickly apologizes.

As he makes an excuse to head off and inform the others of successfully universe jumping with Wanda, your sister sidles up to your side and hooks her arm around yours. "So you and Peter, huh?"

"Don't pretend like you didn't know."

"Everyone's going to be so relieved that you won't be dancing around each other anymore."

"Me as well." You grin.

"So what do you want to do first? Nap or eat?"

"Ugh. Now that you mention it, I could go for some Shawarma."

"Okay. And while we're getting that, you can tell me more about that ridiculous handsome family that took you in."

"Oh my god, they are, aren't they!" Arm-in-arm, you and Wanda walk through the halls of the Compound, heading towards the garage. "I have so much to tell you. I don't even know where to start."

"The beginning is always good. Start from when the building fell on you."

You laugh. "Well.."

#marvel imagine #the originals imagine #marvel gen fic x reader #to gen fic x reader #peter parker x reader #wanda maximoff #peter parker #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #freya mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #the avengers #marvel #the originals

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purpleisnotacolor · 9 months

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Here's a fun sci-fi concept.

We find alien life on some distant planet, but it's all robots.

The robots reproduce by gathering minerals then constructing more robots of similar models to the parent.

They eat by charging through coal power, nuclear, solar, etc.

Their ecosystem comes from the different ways different robots gather resources and energy, build more robots, and protect the robots they're building. There are "herbivores" that mine for resources in the ground, and "carnivores" that dismantle other robots for their materials. There might even be "sexes" between the same model of robot that perform different roles in energy/resource gathering and reproduction.

There are "plants" of more-or-less stationary machines, and "animals" that freely move around.

Perhaps there are even a few sentient robots, but when they are asked where the first robots came from, they have just as divisive argument as we do.

And we're both equally baffled by the other's existence.

We never find what other biological alien life made the robots.

#I might make this #would it count as speculative biology?#what else would I tag it as?#purple talks about androids and the creator #sci fi

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Tee and Thomas of the Transverse team were thrilled to be able to host a virtual booth in this year’s Philadelphia Trans Wellness Conference online. Thank you to all who stopped by to learn about the app and talk to us about the future!

We were also happy to announce a winner to our booth raffle giveaway, who received a custom piece by Queerkwe Designs, valued at $50 (and don’t worry, we covered shipping too!)

Our runner-up winner received two packs of pride stickers from GritCityStickers and RenegadeGraphicsCo!

Transverse is immensely proud to collaborate and uplift queer, trans, and POC creators! Special thanks to Queerkwe Designs for working with us for the giveaway. More beautiful work, made by a queer and indigenous two-spirit, can be found here: QueerkweDesigns

The PTW conference isn’t the only exciting thing happening for the app. We are pleased to announce the OFFICIAL FIRST LAUNCH of the Transverse app, available for android NOW here: Transverseapp.Io

We are so excited for what the future holds, and how we may expand the app for more utility and support for queer and gender-questioning people. With the first launch out now, we are looking for feedback! Have your voice heard for what Transverse can do for YOU by becoming a beta tester today. Email [email protected] to sign up!

The world around us is slowly returning to a more familiar picture, but we aren’t out of the woods yet. Mask up, stay safe, and take care of yourself and the people around you.

If you are interested in helping test the app, would like to submit a question to our advice panel, or would like to be considered for a spotlight piece on our social media, please send inquiries to [email protected].

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(Image ID: Fresh off the Presses! Transverse app.io, August 2021 Our First Launch!, with the Transverse logo - a stylized TV with blue, purple, and pink. Below it is a photograph of a spaceship taking off, with a small cartoon transgender pride flag edited onto the side of the ship. End image ID)

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(Trans flag expertly edited in by Thomas Darling)

#Transverse #trans health #Trans Resources #mental health

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davidthetraveler · 4 years

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David’s Fic-Rec Friday: 2020/02/14

Hey guys. Happy Valentines Day! I hope you’re spending it with some love, and I don’t just mean a loving romantic partner. After all, all love is wonderful. And to help celebrate that, I have a number of fics to demonstrate that (and two that don’t because I don’t ever actually have a plan for how these fics get picked except for why I do this in the first place, so whatever). Anyway, let’s get going.

Little Moments by DragonSaphiraReads (aka @dragonsaphirareads)

Starting off with some fluffy romantic love featuring the sunshine gays. Patton is happily cooking dinner when his fiance Roman arrives home from work. They embrace and love on each other, Patton finishes up dinner, and the two eat and watch some movies while cuddling in the living room. There is a slight bit of insecurity near the end, but other than that it’s pure domestic bliss.

Deceitber Day One- Stolen Hat by Kaytikitty (aka @kaytikitty)

One of the entries this week that doesn’t follow the theme of the holiday, this one is a short but interesting look at what Deceit was doing during the recent Sanders Asides video. Simple but fun, and rather well written, it’s definitely worth a look.

Little Android by CombineTheKitchens (aka @combine-the-kitchens)

While not really long enough to be a slow burn, though it is rather longer than the usual works that make these lists, this one feels like it with how long it takes for the deuteragonist to warm up to the protagonist in universe. This story features young robotics genius Logan wanting to make for himself a companion. Thus he builds himself an android, who asks him to call him Patton. Patton quickly takes over the domestic chores of Logan’s house with a song in his heart and a spring in his step, much to Logan’s chagrin.

But time works wonders on Logan, who finds himself enjoying the new domesticity his home has between himself, Patton, his talking cat robot Virgil, and regular visits from his twin older brothers Roman and Remus. But there’s trouble afoot when the public learns about Patton’s existence, and one particularly unscrupulous person kidnaps him as his own personal robot slave. But Patton just has to remain hopeful that his friend and creator (and maybe partner) Logan will come get him.

This story is quite adorable in some places, but also very dark in others. Logan starts off rather Unsympathetic at the beginning, but he does get better. It also features gun violence and the death of a minor character, as well as forced servitude and implied child abuse. And as mentioned previous it features Remus and Deceit in supporting sympathetic roles (the former as an forementioned older brother and the latter as an abused child in the care of Patton’s kidnapper).

But overall it’s not too bad and definitely worth a read.

Stuck by AuthorAlex97 (aka @youtuberswithalex)

The other entry on this list that doesn’t really focus on love, this one sees Roman trying to go on a short quest before dinner, only to end up stuck in the exit hole of a very narrow tunnel in the mountains of the imagination. Virgil eventually comes looking for him on Patton’s behest, but can’t pull him out without going back to get some help from Logan after Roman begs him not to tell Patton. Hilarious antics and frustrated and ruffled Princey for the win.

So Silly by Plagg (Tumblr Account Unknown)

So here’s a great example of some platonic love. Here, Roman and Virgil end up getting into a silly wrestling match over use of the common room. Virgil was already in there relaxing when Roman came in, spooked him by standing over him, and then wanted to watch TV. Patton briefly checks in to make sure they’re behaving, but really they’re just being silly. Simple but cute and all in the best ways.

A Suit and Some String by [An Orphaned Account] (formerly known as @paranoid-purple-plaid-patches)

Now for some familial brotherly love, but not from who you’d expect. Here, Logan is exasperated at his spider-powers-gifted brother Patton, especially when he starts talking about Responsibility. But as annoyed as he is at his brother’s need to use his powers for The Greater Good, he still loves him and promises to do what he can to help him in this endeavor, especially realizing just how unprepared Patton actually is to do this hero thing.

So far I haven’t been able to find this author. All of the accounts formerly associated with them seem to have been deactivated or abandoned. If any of you might know where I could find them, or at least might know what has become of them, I’d really appreciate any leads you can offer.

Self Discovery: A Guide By Logan Sanders by Clockwork_Dragon (aka @clockwork-dragon7 )

Now for some celebration of not only self-love but also Aromantic validation. Here, Logan finds himself questioning his personal orientation after the Alone on Valentines Day video. In particular, he’s confused because he recognizes that he doesn’t feel romantic attraction, but all of his research also indicates he should also be asexual, which he is not. Luckily for him, Anxiety is there to help answer his questions and get him to understand and accept himself for who he is. Like I said, all kinds of love are important.

The Hoodie by SandersFander1820 (aka @sandersfander1820)

Set immediately after Moving On Part 2, this celebration of reconciliatory love sees Patton going gaga over his new hoodie present from Logan, and showering him with some love in return. And if that’s the sort of response Logan can expect when he gets Patton a truly heartfelt gift, he may just have to start doing stuff like that more often. Short but wonderfully sweet, this is an excellent way to end our list.

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Now, for this week’s Featured Famder Fic Writer, I’ve got someone who we all basically know and love, but it never hurts to remind everyone of just how amazing she is. This week’s featured writer is:

AValorousChoice (aka @a-valorous-choice)

The amazing author behind the renowned Home series (that is, To Build a Home and To Make a Home) and her latest project The Hardest Act to Follow. I’ve been following along with her since she first started posting TBAH, and she is truly deserving of all the praise and support she gets. So please, everyone, go show her how much you love her, and her work.

*****

Welp, that’s it for this week. Be sure to give all these stories and their authors some love and affection with some nice kudos, some sweet comments, and maybe even a loving bookmark or two.

Also, if you’d like to know more about my Fic-Rec Friday program, or if you’d like to see previous weeks’ recommendations, you can find all of that on my Fic-Rec Friday Masterpost. And if you’d like to be added to my Fic-Rec Friday tag list, or if you’re on said list and would like to be removed, just give me a shout and I’ll take care of it.

In any case, Happy Valentine’s Day, have a great weekend, and happy reading!

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Fic-Rec Friday Tag List:

@kunnuglegur-tortimandi @max-is-tired

#Violence Mention TW #Death Mention TW #Remus Mention TW #Deceit Mention TW #Abuse Mention TW #David's Fic-Rec Friday

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revengeworld · 5 years

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Corruption

Kylo Ren x Android! Reader

Words: +6.200

Warnings: Mayor Character Death, Dead bodys, fighting, angst

AN: This Idea was in my head since Detroit become Human came out and I finally finished it! This one was somehow really hard to write and I somehow was never satisfied with it but here is it anyway! :)

MY MASTERLIST - Can be found in my Bio if you´re interested in more of my work!

“I´m adding a new voice chip and connect it with a copper aluminum mixed wire.” Kylo mumbled while he connected said materials, bright sparks coming from his tool.

Since years he had secretly worked on this project and today might be the day he would finally succeed.

“New software is uploaded. Panels closed. Starting system run in 3...2…1” Kylo slowly reached out his hands, his fingers running through the synthetic hair before he pressed a small panel hidden in the neck of the android.

A small light ran over his finger to scan his fingerprint before the eyes of the robot lit up with a neon purple glow before returning to its normal, more human, colour.

“Initiate Startup.” he commanded while letting his thumb run over the synthetic skin, which almost felt like the warm skin of a real human.

The Android blinked and a soft confirming beep could be heard.

“Initiating Startup. Hello Master Ren.” Its voice was calm and Kylo couldn't contain his proud smile. It worked…. It really had worked!

“Would you like to proceed with the Setup?” the Android asked after a while without instructions.

“Engage System Checkup.” he answered the question.

Another blink and a soft beep and he waited for the results while cleaning up his desk.

“System Check Up complete. Software stable. Components connected and fully functional. No System failures discovered.” Kylo fingers gently laid themselves on the Androids chin before pushing it´s face up.

“Good work…. Y/N.” it was the first name that came to his mind since he had created her and had seen her finished face.

“Let's test your movement. Engage movement Test 1. Standing up and walking.” he spoke into the microphone of his recorder to document his progress.

Another blink from her eyes and the soft familiar confirming beep, before she slowly stood up and walked a few steps before stopping. Kylo inspected every small movement of her and nodded satisfied.

“Movement is smooth and doesn't seem unnatural.” snipping with his fingers it was the sign for Y/N to return to his side.

Grabbing her under her chin, he pressed it up so he could take a closer look in her eyes. He held up a bright flashlight.

“Focus on light.” hearing the familiar beep he looked through the magnifying glass. Nobody would be able to tell that she wasn't human, besides him of course.

His creation… somehow he still couldn't believe that he was able to create somewhat of life. Kylo was so familiar with the destructions he created, that something like this was almost unbelievable to him.

He continued to look at her and finished his first examinations until they were interrupted by a knock on his metal door.

“Engage hiding.” immediately Y/N walked towards his closet and climbed into it before closing the sliding door again, while Kylo quickly shoved his tools in drawers before opening the door.

It was one of the technicians who nodded shortly before holding up a black bag.

“The things you have asked for, Commander. Do you need anything else?”

“No, you can go.” he mumbled quietly while nodding to the worker.

“I put a bit extra in.” the technician nodded and turned on his heels.

Taking a quick glance inside the bag, they were a few wires, tools and other miscellaneous things that he could need with his work on Y/N.

Quickly snipping his fingers when he remembered that she was still hiding in the closet, Y/N immediately crawled out again to stand by his side.

Laying one of his big hands on her head, he stroked it lightly.

“Good Girl.” he praised while she looked up at him, eagerly waiting for his next order and Kylo smirked a little. If his plan would work, soon the First Order wouldn't need to steal children anymore to build their armies and could use Androids, like Y/N.

“Sit down.” he said.

“Yes, Master.” in an instant she sat in her usual place, which was another thing that made him proud. Y/N was moving and speaking, something he would've never expected, especially in all those frustrating moments when nothing seemed to work. The chair where her body had sat so still and lifeless for years, but now her eyes were following him, while she waited for further instructions.

“Lean your head forward.” while he listened to her small beep, he rummaged through the bag before he carefully pulled a big bottle with violet fluid out of it.

“This should give you enough energy for a while… Open Main Panel.” slowly the small panel in her neck lifted and Kylo continued to connect her with a tube to the bottle.

“We will try out your abilities in fighting later … I really hope everything will work out.” he mumbled while brushing over his eyes.

“I'm sure it will Master.” a smile appeared on her lips and Kylo grinned back at her.

“You should take a look in your Database, I have uploaded a lot for you to learn.” he explained to her while tipping away on his keyboard.

“Thank you Master.” closing her eyes, she let the informations run through her system.

While Kylo was completely occupied in his work, Y/N sat quietly in her chair, the new informations already having an influence on her when she started to swing with her legs a bit.

“Energy Refill completed. Energy Levels should suffice for approximately 27 days 5 hours 34 minutes and 12 seconds.” opening her eyes again, they stayed in the neon violet colour before they turned back to normal.

“Good, remind me on the 20th day to refill you.” Kylo slandered behind her before closing her main panel.

Looking down her back he let his fingers run down her spine. The provisionally Tank Top, that was his own, was way too big for her small and almost fragile body.

Suddenly Kylo furrowed his brows. She wasn´t fragile, he knew that himself, then why did that thought suddenly cross his mind? Maybe even he started to think that she could be human.

Kylo let his fingers run through her hair before he sighed.

“We will get you something more fitting before we start with the training. Otherwise, it would make no sense if I can't see the progress you're making.” when Kylo called someone from the tailoring section, Y/N quietly stalked through his apartment.

For her, it turned soon in a game of identifying objects and feeling textures for the first time to combine and expand her knowledge.

Stopping in front of a drawer her fingers wandered over the black and silver helmet, knowing that it belonged to her Master and Creator.

Carefully picking it up, she started to scan the material and electronic inside it, before setting it down on her own head. Like the clothes it was too big for her, but when it closed it tightened enough to stay on her head when she moved.

Hearing Kylos loud snip, she quickly returned into his little tinkering room, where she awoke for the first time.

When he turned around to her, Kylo couldn't contain his chuckle.

“I see your curiosity is already increasing.”

“It would seem like it Master!” she spoke enthusiastic, but hearing it through the voice distorter made him laugh even more.

Laying both of his hands against her neck, he opened the latches and the familiar hiss echoed through the room before he lifted it to reveal her smiling face.

He could tell just by looking into her eyes that she was eager for her next order and to learn more. But for now, he would need to tune it down a bit.

Like usual he laid his hand under her chin and pushed it up a bit.

“Listen closely, soon a person will be here. You will not talk to them or look at them. This is for every person, besides me. Do you understand?” hearing his stern tone she immediately seemed concerned.

“Of course Master.”

That's how it went for the next few weeks. Day and Night every free second he had, Kylo tried to improve Y/Ns body or her fighting style. Nobody was allowed to talk or look at her, he didn't want anything tainting her, the way she would see things or the progress she had already made.

Soon she would probably be ready to be presented to Supreme Leader Snoke, a perfect soldier and perfect spy.

But now that this year's long project seemed to come to an end, Kylo didn´t know if he would be ready for it. Had he really thought this through? How was he supposed to make more like her when it took him years just to make her work. Would they even be able to work with the plans he had made? The Software he had programmed? Would every single one look like her?

Opening his eyes again, he was already awake for hours even though he had tried to sleep. For a moment Y/Ns violet eyes flickered in the dark.

“Come here… I thought I put you in Rest Mode?” he mumbled tired with a deep voice, while she was already crawling into his bed and sat down close next to him.

“You mumbled in your sleep. My Warning System started. Are you alright, Master Kylo?” she asked while he laid his hand against her face.

“I'm okay…”

“With an 89,7% chance I can determine that was a lie, Master.” Y/N answered instead and he shook his head a little.

“Shush you little Traitor.” placing his hand in her neck, Kylo pulled her down onto his chest. In a weird way, her warm body calmed him.

“Besides didn´t I tell you to stop calling me Master? Kylo is enough.” with a loud yawn he closed his eyes.

“Yes Kylo.” she answered and he brushed gently over her head.

“Good Girl.”

“Are you worried about tomorrow? I will do my best to make you proud.” Y/N tried to reassure him, it was the only logical thing he could be worried about. That she would fail in front of his own Master, the Supreme Leader Snoke.

“I know you will make me proud.” with a small smile he looked down at her face that was resting on his chest. But he was worried if Snoke would approve if not the worst he could do was to destroy her. And if Kylo would be honest, it was a painful thought to lose her, not because he made her and put so much work into perfecting her, no. Y/N wasn´t just a robot to him anymore, which would be a weakness in Snokes eyes.

Leaning against the metal wall in the training room, Kylo watched Y/N while she elegantly walked between the body's which were already laying on the floor while she readied herself for the last opponent who was circling her.

In an instant, she had pounced onto her enemy and soon he was joining the unconscious bodies on the ground.

“She is really good, I can´t believe that you just found her.” Phasma walked next to him and watched the new recruit. Officially Y/N was brought on board just a few days ago as Kylos apprentice and because she could always predict her opponents next moves everyone just thought she would be force sensitive instead of a very fine-tuned analyzing program.

“Yeah...” he only answered and snipped with his fingers. Quickly jumping between the body's Y/N soon pressed herself against his chest.

“You did very well. Come on we need to get ready...”

Even Phasma noticed how nervous the Commander was and wished them good luck before she started her own training.

Back in their quarters, Kylo quickly entered the bathroom for a shower while Y/N dressed in her uniform and waited right next to the door.

“We have 15 minutes left.” Y/N called out after a while since she didn't hear anything from her Master. Not getting an answer, she looked to the closed door.

“Kylo?” knocking on the door, it slowly opened. Entering the steamy room she looked around in search for him.

With a towel over his head, Kylo stepped out of the shower, trying to rub his hair dry.

“Kylo, we don't have much time left.” she said again and Kylo just flinched while he pulled the towel down to cover his middle.

“Y/N!! For star's sake!” brushing his wet hair out of his face he took a deep breath. Of course, she had no idea of personal space or privacy, something he should have thought to put in in the first place.

“Did I do something wrong? I´m sorry… I ...” watching while she looked down at the ground like a scolded animal he slowly laid his arm around her waist, after he had wrapped the towel loosely around his hip.

“No! No, you didn't do anything wrong.” leaning his forehead against hers, she knew how sincere he meant it.

“Only 10 more minutes.” Y/N whispered when she saw that he had his eyes closed.

“I will be ready by then. Wait outside, please.” when she was about to turn around, he suddenly laid his hand quickly onto her neck, looking deep into her eyes before brushing over her cheek with his thumb.

With confusion her brows furrowed then this was messing with her instructions it seemed like he wanted her to go but on the other hand, he wanted her to stay.

Letting go he nodded to the door, the sign for her to go.

When she was back in his bedroom, she didn't know what to do for a moment. She never had experienced for her Master to be so conflicted with his own decisions.

Preparing his clothes, she was just cleaning Kylo's Helmet when he entered the room.

He was quick to put everything on before he leaned down to Y/N and let her carefully place the helmet on his head.

“Let's go.”

Walking through the dark Corridors, Y/N slowly took his hand when they came closer and closer to the throne room.

They stopped in front of the heavy door and Kylo took one last look at Y/N while she let go of him and the heavy doors opened with a hiss.

As soon as they stood in front of the Supreme Leader, both were quick to kneel before him.

“So this is your little wonder?” the Supreme Leader's voice was cold but intrigued.

“Yes Supreme Leader. Her name is Y/N.” standing back up, both of them waited.

“Come closer.” the cold voice demanded, but Y/N stood still, not moving at all.

“It's alright, go.” Kylo was encouraging her and she slowly stepped closer to the thin outstretched hand.

“I see you made her very obedient to your word.” Snoke said and took a closer look at her. If even he wouldn't notice what she was at first, Kylos project would be the biggest success in a long time.

“Let's put her to the test then.” the guards in their red armor that had stood back, for now, stepped closer and had her surrounded.

It took a long time until Snoke interrupted the fight when Y/N was hit the first time. Since they were no lethal weapons involved she wouldn't be able to get hurt, but Kylo still clenched his hands into fists when it happened.

“Very promising...” Kylo's Master mumbled, his eyes still fixated on the new apprentice.

Y/N had a frustrated look on her face, thinking that she had failed and disappointed Kylo.

Snipping with his fingers, she immediately left the space in front of the throne and stopped in front of Kylo, who nodded towards her since she couldn't see his smile under the heavy mask.

“You did very well.” he whispered, before lightly touching her hand to show her somehow how proud he was while trying not to show his affection towards her in front of his master.

“Where did you say you found her?” General Hux asked.

“Oh, he didn't find her. He made her.” Snoke grinned slightly.

“So she is...”

“An Android, yes.” Kylo finished the Generals sentence and laid his hand on Y/Ns shoulder, who of course ignored everyone else.

“A very good one I must admit.” Snoke mumbled and waved to Y/N so she would step closer again.

Looking up to Kylo, he nodded and she slowly approached the thin man in his throne.

In an instant she was laying on the ground, pressed down by the electricity Snoke shot through her body.

Kylo wanted to step forward but if he would disobey, there was the possibility that Snoke would just destroy her.

Standing still and seeing her painful expression he began to shake, one wrong move and he could lose her.

Gritting her teeth in pain, Y/N suddenly pushed herself of the ground with shaking arms. It took every bit of her strength, but she was able to fling a knife in the Leaders direction which pinned the sleeve of his garment against his throne.

For a moment Kylo thought that Snoke would just destroy her now, but instead he just smiled creepily, while the Android fell back to the ground, the violet liquid leaking out of her nose.

Without thinking clearly, Kylo took a step closer, which got Snokes attention while one of the red Knights freed him.

„Go on, take her. Refine her, she will be a good soldier, if you‘re able to perfect her.“

„Yes, Supreme Leader.“ kneeling down next to Y/Ns body, he carefully picked her up, before slowly walking out of the throne room. As soon as the doors hissed shut, he broke into a sprint, making stormtroopers and other First Order Members jump out of his way.

When he arrived in his sleeping quarters he gently laid her down on his work desk before tossing away his helmet.

„No, no. Y/N come on, wake up!“ opening a few panels he connected her with his system to let a checkup run over her.

While this was running, Kylo tried to find the leak that caused her ‚blood‘ to drip out of her nose. Since voice orders didn't reach her anymore he needed to do everything manually. It took hours to get to a point where he was sure that Y/N would be fine which for him felt like an eternity.

“Please… please wake up...” when the system check didn't find anything worrisome he gently laid his hand in her neck, to start her up again. For a moment nothing happened and he really thought he had lost her, but when her eyes opened he quickly pulled her up in his arms.

Hearing a small wince from her, Kylo carefully loosened his grip.

“What's wrong?” it couldn't be that she really… felt pain. This wasn't something he put in her program. No pain, no emotional attachments… she was supposed to be the perfect soldier.

Y/N was holding her chest and it seemed like she was breathing heavy, even though she didn't need air to live.

“I don't know … everything hurts...” her voice broke and Kylo could feel a sting in his heart.

“No Y/N, this isn't possible. You're not human, you can't feel!” Laying his big hands on her shoulder he tried to calm her down, but it provoked the opposite. With a swift motion of her arms, the Android had slapped his hand away and stood on her shaking legs.

“Then why do I still feel it?! The torment?! And the Pain!” she screamed at him.

“Why didn't you help me? You just stood there, watching, while he tortured me...” holding onto the wall behind her, she looked hurt at him and Kylo looked shocked on when tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Why did you abandon me?” slowly sliding down the wall, Y/N soon fell on her knees.

“I didn't abandon you, Y/N. I never could do that...” Kylo whispered, before carefully picking her up in his arms.

“And still, you did nothing...” his jaw tensed while hearing her words.

“If I had he would have kill… destroyed you. I knew I could repair you after his test but if he would have destroyed you … I would've lost you… I'm nothing without you.” cupping her face, he leaned his forehead against hers after setting her down on his bed.

“And I would be nothing without you...” closing her eyes, Y/Ns last tears were rolling over her cold face.

“But please, never make me go to this man again …”

Only nodding to her request, Kylo couldn't believe how broken she looked and he ordered her to rest for now. While he was pulling his blanket over her body, he watched her closely.

It looked just as if she was a sleeping normal girl, sometimes twitching as if she was having a nightmare.

He was confused, to say the least. How could she be even more human now? Feelings? Pain? She was afraid of Snoke which under the circumstances would be normal for a real living being, but for her it should not have an effect at all.

Standing up he walked back into his workroom, his eyes flying over the detailed analyses the System Check Up had provided.

Shocked he let himself fall back into his chair. Caught in his thoughts he let his fingers brush over his jaw while his eyes were focused on the sleeping figure in his bed.

Nothing of the code he originally programmed, was left. It seemed like she had completely rearranged everything. Y/N was now deciding for herself, thinking, feeling. Snokes durability test had made her this desperate to change herself to benefit both Kylo and her.

Sitting there in silence his leg was bouncing nervously.

He could just fix it, not tell her and do it right now while she slept. Grabbing one of his tools tightly until his knuckles turned white, Kylo suddenly sighed.

His hand let go of whatever he was holding and he slowly made his way back to her.

Sitting down next to her, he was about to brush a few strands of hair out of her face, when Y/N suddenly grabbed his wrist. Her eyes filled with fear.

“Are you going to deactivate me now?” she asked while he gently caressed her cheek, knowing that he had seen that she had overthrown everything he had worked at.

“I could never do that to you… and you know it.”

“I know ...” slowly wrapping her arms around his neck, Kylo was already leaning down to press his lips onto her unexpected warm ones.

Soon he was laying over her, completely melted into this heated kiss until he broke away from her completely out of breath.

This would change everything.

In the next few weeks, Kylo kept his promise to her and not let Y/N near the Throne Room or his Master. For Snoke he always had a new excuse why she wasn't with him, she wasn't perfect yet, she is training or loading. Just anything that was postponing the next test Snoke would make her endure.

Especially now since she was completely thinking for herself and deciding for herself, it would be dangerous for her if the Supreme Leader found out.

But for Kylo it was the best thing that could've happened. Entering his sleeping quarters he got immediately jumped at from Y/N who was holding onto him tightly.

“Did somebody miss me?” he asked with a smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“I think so...” Y/N answered honestly and laid one hand on her chest, where normally a heart would be.

Gently caressing her cheek he started to smile.

“That is enough for me.” leaning down towards her he gently pressed his lip against hers. When they separated he could notice a dark violet hue on her cheeks due to her different colored ‘blood’.

“I need to go again soon, but I wanted to make sure you are okay.” he explained and her expression changed into a frown.

“I have a prisoner… if we give her to Snoke. It might be our chance to leave all of this...” kneeling down in front of her, Kylo gently took her hands.

“Just trust me on this, okay?” he asked and even though she was still concerned Y/N nodded softly.

Hours later she would regret this decision. Running and falling through the snowy forest, Y/N tried to find Kylo. He hadn't returned when the evacuation alarm started to blare through the whole base and even though he had ordered her to stay with Phasma in those situations, Y/N disobeyed and was on the search for him.

Hearing his scream, her head immediately snapped in that direction before she broke into a sprint.

Quickly drawing her weapons, she averted the attack from the person that was standing over Kylo.

His vision was blurry and he could only make out the glow from Y/Ns two sabers, each in one hand.

“Y/N… no...” trying to stretch out his hand, he fell back onto the cold ground.

“Don't move! I will get you out of here!” she called over while dodging another hit from Rey with ease.

Ready to pounce on her, Y/N made herself ready for her next attack until both woman suddenly stopped, feeling the earth under their feet rumble before it broke apart between them. Watching her for another moment, Y/N soon returned to Kylos side.

“I'm here! I will get you out of here I promise.” cutting off pieces of fabric from her robe, she tried to tend to his wounds while sending Phasma an emergency message.

Kylo whimpered slightly before he lost consciousness and she gently cupped his face. Leaning down to him, Y/N leaned her forehead against his.

“We will get out of this ...” she whispered, her eyes closed while the world around them broke apart.

Kylo woke in and out of his daze while the medical droids were taking care of him. Noticing Y/N leaning against a wall in the background he tried to reach out for her, but his arm was to weak.

At first, she resisted his pleading eyes, but soon she carefully stepped closer to take his shaking hand.

He knew by the look in her eyes that she was angry with him and he couldn't hold that against her. Letting a shaky but relieved breath escape his lips, Kylo closed his eyes again knowing that she would be right by his side.

Slowly opening his eyes again, he was looking at the ceiling of his room. Laying a hand over his eyes for a moment, Kylo looked down on himself. He was mostly covered in the black bandages the First Order was using until he noticed Y/N.

It seemed she was in her rest mode, her hands and head were resting on the last space on his torso that wasn't injured.

Brushing over her cheek, her eyes immediately opened, glowing in the vibrant purple before they turned back to normal.

Even though it was quite dark in the room, Kylo noticed her accusing gaze.

“I'm sorry I underestimated you...” he whispered gently starting to brush through her hair.

“We could have done it that day. But you left me behind...” she hissed quietly and her eyebrows turned into a frown.

“Well, that happens when you worry about someone. Even if you know they are very capable to defend themselves, you just want them safe.” he explained calmly.

“That is just how it is when you are in love...” with a sighed he closed his eyes, soon feeling her lips on his.

“Yeah, I know that now...” she mumbled while pulling the blanket over his body.

“Do you need anything?” brushing his hair away, Y/N watched his relaxed face.

“No, just you ...” laying back beside him she gently took his hand, her eyes focused on his sleeping face and she swore herself to kill the woman who had harmed him.

But in the next few days, everything changed, he distanced himself from her and she knew that he was talking to the woman she hated so much.

Sitting on a metal tube, she was overlooking the hangar without being noticed by anybody.

For a while now she was watching the ships leave this place and she wished she could be on one of them.

That was the original plan Kylo and her had agreed on, but now she wasn't so sure anymore.

Was he still sticking to this plan? Did he even want to leave with her anymore?

“There you are...” letting herself fall backward she soon hung upside down in front of Kylo.

“I hate the tracker, I don't want it anymore.” crossing her arms in front of her chest, Kylo only shook his head for a moment while playing with her hair.

“It stays, otherwise you would just vanish on me. Come on, I got something special for you.”

Raising an eyebrow she looked at his outstretched hand before she jumped down and took it. Quietly following him through the corridors, they ended back in his quarters were she instantly walked into the workshop. The only reason he would get her was to improve something on her. It felt like she would never be good enough for him.

For a moment she felt disappointment until she noticed something on his desk that let her eyes widen.

“It's your new bio-component. You will be able to eat food and turn it into fuel for your body without any need to refill like usual.” Kylo explained and pulled off his gloves.

“When we leave and live out there you will be just like everyone else and nobody will suspect us.” Letting his lips rest on her forehead for a moment Kylo slowly got rid of his cape.

“Will you let me?” he asked since she hadn't moved yet, still staring at her new component, before she got rid of her uniform and laid down on the table with a small happy smirk on her lips.

Relieved that he still was thinking of their future outside the First Order. Y/N watched him work his magic and since she woken up for the first time she needed to admit that he had made so much progress in his tinkering.

“Close your panels.” he mumbled and cleaned of his instruments.

“How does it feel?” feeling his hand against her cheek, she leaned into his warm touch.

“It feels good, I'm sure it will work like intended.” sitting back up, she pulled her clothes back on.

“You can try it out right now if you want. I can order you a bit of food.”

“Won't you be staying with me?”

“I'm sorry, but Snoke wants to see me.” putting on his leather gloves again, she looked disappointed down to the ground.

Gently laying his hand under her chin, he pushed her face up again before pulling her into a soft kiss.

“We can leave this all behind soon, I promise.” he whispered against her lips and she nodded while her fingers were clawing into his jacket, not wanting to let go just yet.

Holding her closer, Kylo only sighed.

“I will be back as soon as I can, promise.” leaving a last kiss on her forehead, he left.

While Kylo was going to the throne room, Y/N had gotten a bit of food from the cafeteria and was now making her way back to the hanger in her little hiding spot.

Munching on the different things, she was controlling her vitals to see if the new component was doing its job right when she suddenly noticed the two red knights right under her.

Carefully adjusting her position so that they wouldn't notice her, she listened closely to their words.

Hours later, Kylo was waiting in the hanger, his eyes fixated on Y/Ns usual hiding spot near the ceiling. It was empty and he was worrying where she was off to. When he had returned from Snoke their sleeping quarters were empty and he had no time to track her.

Especially now that Rey would arrive on the Finalizer and he could hand her over to the Supreme Leader, it was troubling him not to know where she had vanished to. And while Snoke would be occupied with Rey, he and Y/N would have a chance to escape.

Restraining his prisoner, they were making their way to the elevator to the throne room. Mentally Kylo made himself ready to stand in front of his Master again, this time making sure that his plan wouldn't fail.

But when the door opened and he could see the throne room he knew it had failed before he could've even known.

Both him and Rey looked shocked at the figure that was still standing with her back to them, one lightsaber in each hand and the cloak covered in blood from the dead bodies on the ground, Snokes decapitated head laying next to Y/Ns feet.

“For once I'm glad that you're late...” Y/N mumbled while she turned around to them. With wide steps Kylo made his way towards her, leaving Rey behind. His arm snaked around Y/Ns waist pulling her up against his chest before he kissed her.

They broke in such an intimate kiss that it made Rey uncomfortable and even ashamed to have witnessed it in the first place.

Averting her eyes from that scene they landed on the dead bodies around them. What would happen now?

And the same question went through the other two heads. Just how should they proceed now? Their tormenter was dead and they finally were free, but now what? Should they flee like they had planned or use the advantage of this situation?

“Kylo we should go … use the opportunity to flee...we can finally have our freedom.” she whispered while gently caressing his cheek. For a moment he closed his eyes a victorious smile on his lips.

“Y/N… you already gave us our freedom! We can have the galaxy if we want.” cupping her face, he kissed her again but when they separated her eyes were fixated on Rey.

“Only if you let me kill her… she almost took you away from me. I'm not taking that risk again.” and her eyes told him that she wouldn't accept a no.

“Of course, we don't need her anymore. Do with her as you please.” letting his arm sink, Y/N already sprinted towards Rey while she tried to escape to the elevator.

With one precise jump, Y/N landed on the other woman's back and pressed her down onto the cold metal floor.

“Ben!! I thought you changed?!” she called out to Kylo as a last resort.

“Oh I didn't, I just wanted to ensure her safety. I would have sacrificed you any time if it meant for Y/N to be safe.” his eyes were still on the dead corpse of his tormenter for so many years.

“Y/N, wait.”

She was already holding her lightsaber up high to pierce it through Reys back and shot him a glare.

“Why should I?!” hissing at him, she was ready to get this over with until the door of the elevator opened a second time. General Hux and the Knights of Ren were rushing inside. The Knights immediately circled both women and pointed their weapon at Rey.

“What in the stars name happened?” Hux asked, slowly stepping closer.

“The scavenger killed him… all of them.” Kylo turned calmly around and for a moment Hux squinted his eyes in suspicion until the other continued.

“We will hold her as a prisoner, Y/N can take care of that.”

Rey wanted to protest but all of the Knights and Kylo pushed her down with the force and Y/N only snickered.

“I bet we will have a lot of fun...” letting her saber sink, he held it close against Rey's face.

After the Knights were escorting a devastated Rey out of the throne room into a high-security cell that would be guarded by every single one of the them until Y/N would take over.

While droids were cleaning up the mess, Kylo was watching over them sitting in the throne.

Hux couldn't do much about Kylo being the new Supreme Leader and he knew if he would say something against him, Y/N would kill him in an instant without wasting another thought on it.

“I will prepare everything against the Resistance, now that we have their trump card, Supreme Leader.” bowing the slightest with his head, the General was the last one to leave the throne room.

Now that they were alone, Y/N was slowly walking to Kylo before she straddled his lap.

When she looked into his eyes, he knew that her Master was drunken with the Power he suddenly had and she was glad that she was the one who provided him with it.

Laying his hand into her neck, Kylo pulled her closer before his plum lips clashed against hers, the other hand wandered down her site to forcefully pull her even closer.

“I should go. Make sure my little prisoner doesn't miss me too much. I don't want her alive any longer than need be.” placing another softer kiss on his lips, Kylo smiled at her.

“You're right. We have a war to win.”

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