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anundyingfidelity · 5 months
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im happy that loki has been around more than 10 years in the mcu now, but sometimes i miss 2012 fics where loki used to fall in love with an avenger reader because he was sent back to midgard with thor for his punishment, and tony would throw these amazing parties, and nat was readers best friend lol
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jeonstellate · 7 months
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chaos inferno — mini-series masterlist
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[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]
all himiko wanted was to have a stress-free self-care day; but then the universe delivered an answer for the question fae didn’t even ask.
✶༄ platonic!eternals x nb!original character
✶༄ avenger!au, eternal!au — each ember has different warnings mentioned — predominantly neutral
✶༄ paragraph format — 4.4K words total
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✶༄ oc for this series is a nonbinary who prefers two (2) different sets of pronouns [she/her/her & fae/faer/faers] — which are used interchangeably throughout the entire series.
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✶༄ crossposted on my AO3.
✶༄ set post-endgame — aka the avengers are still going through roster changes, even if the war with thanos played out differently in this universe. (the ogs retired from post, basically. no deaths.)
✶༄ set after the events in ride to nowhere!
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✶ᝰ ember i
✶ᝰ ember ii
✶ᝰ ember iii
✶ᝰ ember iv
✶ᝰ ember v
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saiilorstars · 7 months
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Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC
Story Summary: One-Shots/AU collection of Seren and Steve outside of their fics (Darkest Before Dawn, Alignment, etc.).
○ Seren’s Masterlist ○
Also available on Fanfic ○ Ao3 ○ Wattpad
Taglist: @ocappreciationtag​ @arrthurpendragon​ @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet​ @averyhotchner @foxesandmagic @kmc1989​
[If you’d like to be a part of any OC’s works/edits, let me know!]
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Chapters:
The Girl from the Stars
What Happens on Earth...
The Scars We Hide
What's Left from the Fallen
Reaching Through the Stars
The Pumpkin Queen
A First Christmas
Gifts of Joy
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yeehawpim · 7 months
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a comic about fix-it fanfics
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buckyalpine · 3 months
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Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.
Everyone finds it so cute.
Everyone except Bucky.
Bucky hates it.
He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.
Why?
Because his mind is in the gutter.
Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.
He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-
"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.
"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.
"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.
"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.
"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.
"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.
"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.
Fuck.
"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"
"Try me"
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"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.
"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"
"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.
"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You
"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"
Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.
"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"
"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.
"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.
That was round 1.
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"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"
Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"
Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)
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buckymorelikefuckme · 11 months
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cry baby
bucky barnes x fem reader
words: 7.3k
warnings: **18+ ONLY** smüt, ed*ging, overstimulation, crying during s*ex, mentions of flushed cheeks, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, lapslock.
a/n: this is arguably one of my absolute fave fics i've ever written. she is near and dear to my heart :') i've provided the link for ao3 if you prefer to read it there! it's originally posted in two parts but i've combined them here. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡
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“the boys are running late,” natasha informs you when you make your way to the table she’s conquered in the busy cafe. “sam texted a couple minutes ago and said he and bucky got stuck in traffic.”
it’s the second tuesday of the month, which means it’s brunch day. it’s a running tradition that’s stood for the four of you since your college days. the time and place has changed over the years, but everyone does their absolute best to attend every time. these tuesdays are your favorite, naturally.
you plop into an empty chair across from her with a heavy sigh. “good, that means i have time to bitch about how fucking horny i am before they get here.”
she snorts, taking a delicate sip of her latte. “what’s new?” she wonders sarcastically.
“you don’t understand,” you begin, leaning into the table, gripping the edge tightly. “it’s been months, and not like, a few, i mean it’s coming up on a year.”
natasha’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “a year? what about that guy you went on a few dates with a while back? didn’t anything happen with him?”
“no,” you grumble, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms. you huff. “and even if something had happened, i doubt it would have been satisfying. i can probably count on one hand the amount of times sex has been even kinda pleasurable for me.”
“sounds like you’re picking shitty partners.”
you scowl. “i know that, but it’s not my fault. all these stupid men keep promising they’re gonna fuck me ten ways to sunday and not a single one of them can even get me to wednesday.”
natasha laughs. “you poor thing.”
“you’re really not helping me here,” you whine with a pitiful pout on your lips. “you are getting routine dickings, you have sam! i am not so lucky here.” you notice her attention flicks to somewhere behind you, but you’re not finished with your rant. “nat, i’m serious. all of my sex encounters are the equivalent of asking someone to scratch my back and then they scratch literally anywhere but the spot that itches. i want to be fucked so good that i cry, just—completely reduced to tears. is that too much to ask?”
nat is hiding her smile behind her hand, amusement painted across her sharp features. someone clears their throat behind you and you pinch the bridge of your nose. sam and bucky occupy the empty seats, sam next to natasha and bucky next to you. they’re both sporting wide grins, looking far too pleased about stumbling into this conversation.
sam opens his mouth, no doubt to make a smartass comment, but you cut him off before he can get a good inhale in.
“not a fucking word,” you grouse with a finger pointed in his direction.
he presses a hand to his chest, expression offended. “i would never make a joke about your truly tragic excuse of a sex life.”
bucky snickers quietly, but turns into a cough at your glare.
“i’ll murder you,” you promise.
“leave her alone, boys,” natasha says, rolling her eyes, though she’s visibly biting back her own laughter.
you huff, digging your wallet out of your purse. “i hate all of you,” you announce before getting up and going to stand in line to order.
bucky follows a moment later, coming to stand at your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders.
“that bad, huh?” he asks.
you don’t have to look at his face to know he’s probably smirking right now.
“fuck off,” you retort, not bothering to push his arm away since you know he’d only put it right back.
“aw, come on, don’t be like that,” he jests, “you know we just like to poke a little fun.”
you roll your eyes, throwing him an exasperated look. “yeah, but that was something only nat was supposed to hear. i hate talking about sex with you and sam because you two wouldn’t understand.”
“that’s not true,” bucky insists, which makes you roll your eyes again. “it’s not!”
“first of all, sam’s got natasha, so we both know they’re more than satisfied.” bucky tilts his head in acquiescence. “and you don’t have to worry about if you’re gonna have an orgasm when you hook up with somebody. men have it so easy.”
it’s probably not the best thing to talk about in line of a busy cafe (especially since you haven’t decided between a blueberry muffin or the ham and cheese croissant, and there’s only one person ahead of you now and you’d really rather not be discussing your lack of sex in front of an innocent barista) but it sort of feels good to get this off your chest, even if it’s to bucky.
“okay, definitely not true,” he replies with a frown. “i’m not always guaranteed an orgasm.”
you give him a skeptical glance. “i find that hard to believe.”
this time, it’s bucky who rolls his eyes. “whatever, whether or not i come when i have sex with someone isn’t what i was gonna talk about when i came over here.”
the person in front of you finishes their order and then you’re stepping up for your turn.
“hi, what can i get you today?” the young barista asks with a smile.
“a large mocha iced coffee with sweet cream and a blueberry muffin, please.” you pause, contemplating, then add, “and a ham and cheese croissant.”
if you can’t get fucked within an inch of your life then food will become your lover, you reason.
“just a black coffee for me, please,” bucky tells the girl, taking his wallet out of his back pocket and handing over his card to pay before you can stop him.
“i could’ve paid for mine,” you mumble.
“you also could just say thank you,” he replies with a short laugh as he ushers you to the side to wait for your order.
you pinch his hip, pouting. “thank you.”
“why does your gratitude come with violence?” he asks, rubbing the sore spot.
“you know how i am when people do nice things for me.”
“you should be used to it by now,” he points out.
“well, i’m not,” you huff. “anyway, what did you come over here to talk about then?”
bucky reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, uncharacteristically shy all the sudden. “uh, well. i dunno, i just thought… you know, since you’re not—i mean, not that you couldn’t be, just—you haven’t been, so maybe… fuck.”
“spit it out,” you say with a giggle, wondering what in the world’s got him so tongue-tied.
“why don’t you let me?” he blurts, averting his gaze immediately after.
you tilt your head in confusion. “let you what?”
he sighs heavily, working his jaw in frustration. “you know…” he begins, digging his thumbnail into a knick on the countertop in front of you. “let me fuck you until you cry.”
“what?”
just then, your order is called. bucky quickly grabs it and turns to make his way back to the table, but you grab his arm to stop him.
“i don’t think so, you come back here right now and explain yourself,” you demand.
his eyes lift heavenward. “it’s just an idea, okay?”
“bucky, you’re talking about crossing a huge line. you can’t just throw that out all willy nilly!”
“i know,” he replies earnestly. “and it’s not—“ he grimaces at the phrasing, “willy nilly. you’re one of my best friends. i wouldn’t jeopardize that for anything, and i wouldn’t offer this if i thought that it could. this is something that’s obviously affecting you negatively in your life and i’m willing to help. i trust you, and i’m pretty sure you trust me, yeah?”
“of course i trust you,” you say, frowning.
he shrugs. “so, then it’s just… a friend helping another friend.”
“you make it sound so simple,” you muse in wonder.
“think about it?” he implores.
you swallow roughly, biting the inside of your cheek. “fine. i’ll think about it.”
he nods and walks back over to the table where sam and natasha are waiting. you hesitate for only a split second before following.
needless to say, you’re distracted for the rest of brunch.
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you: what even makes you think you could fuck me until i cry anyway?
it’s been nearly a week, and as much as you hate to admit it, you’re actually considering taking bucky’s offer. it’s all you can think about since he brought it up. you can’t lie, you’ve always thought bucky was attractive, but ever since you were gently but firmly placed in the friend category back in university, you never allowed yourself to think of there ever being more between the two of you. he’s a wonderful friend to have and you’d have been an idiot to pass it up. bucky is kind and generous and just enough of an asshole to keep things interesting without it being a problem.
but this… this has left you reeling. why would he make such an offer after only ever keeping things strictly friendly and platonic in your relationship? and more importantly, where does he get the confidence to think he could follow through?
bucky: experience?
you make a face at your phone, furiously typing your reply.
you: ew. do you realize how douchey that sounds?
bucky: well, it’s not douchey if it’s true.
you: says you
bucky: and a few other people :)
bucky: you’d know it too if you’d let me fuck you
you exhale harshly through your nose, tapping your foot on the floor anxiously, carefully thinking of what you should say next.
you: it’s apparently a tall request, and thus far, nobody’s been able to deliver. you can understand my skepticism…
bucky: if i don’t leave you shivering and twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, in a mess of sweat and come, and tears stained on your cheeks, then i will have failed you.
your thighs squeeze together at the mental image that brings you. jesus christ, if he’s half as good at fucking as he is dirty talking then he just might do as he’s promising.
bucky: so? what do you say? wanna give it a try?
biting your lip, you give yourself a moment to weigh the pros and cons in your mind one last time.
it doesn’t take you very long to make your decision.
you: okay. we’ll try.
***
it’s a slightly overcast sunday when bucky comes over with the direct intention to fuck you. it should be weird, but strangely, all you feel is anticipation. maybe it’s because you know him so well and know that, no matter what, he’d take care of you.
(or, maybe it’s because those repressed college-aged feelings are doing their best to resurface, even though you steadfastly continue to ignore them.)
you’d taken a thorough shower earlier to ease the little bit of nerves you had when you’d woken up. cleaning up the small mess your apartment gathered over the last couple weeks helped, as well, and soon you found yourself standing in front of your lingerie drawer with your lips pursed.
you weren’t sure if you should even bother with it, but it felt you wouldn’t be putting in any effort into this encounter if you didn’t at least pick out nice underwear. so, with a pleased nod, you settle on some simple black lace panties and a matching bralette. not too much, but enough to satisfy yourself, and hopefully bucky. you pick out a simple sundress to put on over it, since you won’t be wearing much of anything once bucky gets here. that thought has you flushing, but you ignore it to put on some makeup, just to freshen up your face.
by the time he knocks on your door, you’ve already finished a glass of wine and are pouring yourself a second.
he smiles when open the door, a bit boyishly, greeting you with a quiet, “hi.”
“hi,” you return, just as soft. you open the door wider. “come in.”
he walks passed you, stopping to toe his shoes off and hang his jacket on one of the hooks.
“do you want a glass of wine?” you ask as you head to the kitchen to retrieve your own from the counter.
bucky follows, stopping in the entryway with his hands in his pockets. “no, thank you.”
you nod, taking a sip from your glass, trying to figure out what to say. the air feels a little awkward and you’re not sure how to fix it.
“nervous?” he wonders curiously.
you shake your head. “not really.”
he quirks a brow. “then what’s wrong?”
“i don’t know,” you murmur. “i guess i’m just worried we’re making a mistake.”
he hums. you take a larger sip of your wine.
with cautious steps, he comes closer to you. “what if i promise that things won’t be weird after?”
“you can’t really promise that, though.”
“sure i can,” he says, smiling. “it’s me and you. we’ve been friends for so long. plenty of people have sex and stay friends after.”
you’re not just ‘people’ to me, you think.
you sigh, frustrated with yourself. you can’t deny how badly you want this. it’s all you’ve been able to think about since that day in the cafe. but the thought of losing bucky is heartbreaking, and you don’t want your stupid horniness to be the reason that you ruin a friendship, even if he was the one to offer sex.
“why don’t we go make out on the couch for a little while first?” he suggests after a moment’s pause.
you snort, in spite of your thoughts. “like a couple of teenagers?”
his eyes crinkle on the sides when he grins. “yeah. we’ll just see how we feel about that, and if it leads to more, then…” he trails off, shrugging.
“that’s not a bad idea,” you concede.
“great! finish your wine.”
you laugh and do as you’re told, downing the little remaining wine in one go, sitting the glass down on the counter resolutely as you swallow.
“let’s do this,” you say, determined.
bucky huffs a laugh, grabbing your wrist and tugging you behind him as he makes his way to the couch. he settles slightly facing you as you tuck your legs under you beside him.
“do you wanna talk, or do you want to jump straight into it?”
“if we talk anymore i’m gonna change my mind. just kiss me already, bucky.”
“yes ma’am,” he sasses before doing exactly that.
he cups your cheek with one hand as the other is placed on your knee. he guides your face to his and kisses you chastely. you’re not sure where to put your hands at first, but you tell yourself to quit being a goober about it and place them on either side of his neck, your thumbs brushing under his jaw.
it’s an okay kiss, you have to admit, but it’s not really doing anything for you yet. he has soft lips, softer than you thought they’d be. you’re beginning to wonder if maybe this confirms you shouldn’t go any further when he tilts his head, and… hm.
he parts his lips, taking your bottom one between his, kissing it, then nipping it. you wouldn’t say the sound you make is a gasp, necessarily, but it’s close. his tongue lightly caresses the seam of your mouth and you don’t even think before you open up for him, letting his tongue sweep in, flicking against yours. you hum, scooting a tiny bit closer to him, chasing the feeling. his kisses turn insistent then, teeth biting at your bottom lip and tugging, soothing the ache with his tongue. he kisses you like a man quenching his thirst, like you’re the best goddamn thing he’s ever tasted, and it’s leaving you dizzy. you sway more into his space and he pulls away from your mouth.
“c’mere,” he whispers, gripping behind one of your knees to drag it over his hips so you’re straddling him. “much better.”
you don’t have a chance to process anything about the moment, his mouth back on yours in a blink. your fingers wind themselves into his hair, getting a good grip on it as you lick into his mouth. he lets out a soft noise at that and you try your damnedest to pry it out of him again, pressing your chest to his so there’s not even a sliver of space left between you.
his hands travel, down the sides of your torso to your thighs, back up to your hips where he holds on tight. it doesn’t take long after that before you find yourself grinding into him. you both moan at the same time, breaking the kiss to pant for breath.
you swallow roughly. “okay,” you murmur, “i think it’s safe to say this could work.”
bucky laughs quietly. “yeah? wanna move to your bed then?”
your squeeze your thighs around him, shifting minutely on his lap and feeling the beginnings of his erection beneath you. “yes,” you breathe.
quickly, you rise from your position and step back, allowing bucky to stand, then grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom. once you’re standing beside your bed, you turn to face him. he meets your halfway, pulling you into another, filthier kiss. you reach for his belt buckle, unfastening it and sliding it through the loops, tossing it to your floor. next are the button and zip of his jeans, shoved down his legs until he steps out of them and kicks them and his socks aside. he obediently lifts his arms when you slide your hands under his shirt and begin pushing it up, breaking the kiss to nearly yank it off, making bucky huff in amusement. once it’s tossed with the rest of his clothes, bucky grabs fistfuls of your dress and pulls you into him.
“my turn,” he says against your lips.
carefully, bucky helps you out of your dress, eyes raking over every bit of new skin shown to him. he bites his lip when he sees your lacy underthings.
“you got all dolled up for me?” he asks.
shifting under his stare, you nod. “wanted to look nice,” you admit.
he hums. “beautiful.”
he kisses you again, a little softer than before, but no less passionate. the urgency returns as he backs you up until your thighs hit the mattress. gently, he guides you onto your back, never breaking the kiss as he follows you down and settles over you.
you soon find yourself in need of air and pull away with a gasp. bucky is undeterred and instead presses his kisses down your jaw, to your neck where he decides to bite and suck until he’s left a mark you’ll have to reprimand him for later. he licks his way up to your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, drawing a whine out of you.
“bucky,” you whisper, hands gripping his sides as you squirm below him.
“hm?”
you close your eyes tightly when he makes his way back down to your collarbones.
“please,” you whimper.
“please what, sweetheart?” he asks, pushing himself up to look you in the eye.
“t-touch me,” you beg, cheeks flushing.
his lips quirk into a smile. “i am touching you.”
“bucky,” you whine.
“where do you want me to touch you, hm?” he wonders. one of his hands trails across your shoulder and down the center of your chest. “here? or… here?”
when his fingers glide, barely there, over your pebbled nipples, you push into the touch eagerly.
“or…” he continues, his feather light touch making a path down your stomach. your breath quickens in anticipation. “here?” he murmurs as his fingertips stop on your pantyline.
“yes, there, anywhere,” you agree hastily, “just —please. please, bucky, don’t tease me.”
he kisses you again, deep, full of promise. “you beg so prettily for me.”
he rearranges your positions until he’s between your spread thighs, sweeping his hands across the inside of them. he nods to your panties.
“may i?”
“yes, please,” you reply, lifting your hips to help him take them off.
he doesn’t give you a chance to close your legs in shyness, firmly grasping your knees in each of his hands and spreading them once again. the way he’s looking at you makes you feel unbelievably desirable, has excitement crawling up your spine.
“don’t forget,” you remind him, making his eyes flick up to yours in question, “you better make me cry.”
a slow, dangerous smile graces his lips. your stomach swoops eagerly.
~
a whine, high pitched and drawn out, escapes your lips. after you unwittingly challenged him, bucky took it upon himself to torture you—with sex. so far, he’s only used his fingers on you, in you, thrusting them steadily but never enough to bring you to climax. he’s taking his time and being a smug prick about it. you go to complain, again, hoping if you beg enough he’ll let you come, but before you can do more than open your mouth he’s quickening his pace.
“oh!” you gasp, clutching the sheets in your hands.
bucky slides his hand down your thigh, bringing his thumb inward to swipe around where his other fingers are buried inside you to gather your wetness and using it to rub circles on your clit. your back arches, head thrown back against your pillows as you feel your orgasm build. it’s not tears, but damn, it feels good enough.
just as you start to clench around his fingers, legs spasming, he stops.
your eyes open in a hurry, brows furrowing in confusion. “no, please, don’t stop,” you plead.
bucky smiles. “i gotta get the right build up.”
you groan in frustration. he laughs quietly and lets the inferno burning within you simmer down to embers, then starts inching his way down until he’s lying on his stomach, mouth poised above your pussy. the feel of his warm breath makes you shiver, and with no warning whatsoever, he leans in and sucks your clit into his mouth.
“fuckin’—oh my— bucky!”
you’re pretty sure you black out for the next several minutes, the only thing you’re aware of is the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears and the feel of bucky’s mouth on you. you’re lost in a mindless haze of pleasure, unable to think or feel anything else. you feel your orgasm cresting for the second time, and just as before, bucky pulls away before you can succumb to it.
“why,” you hiccup on a moan, wanting nothing more than to just come already, but he’s not letting you.
he shushes you, softly kisses your knee. sitting up to take his underwear off, bucky keeps his eyes on you, expression hungry.
“gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” he promises. “just a bit more. you’re being so good for me, yeah?”
“please,” you whimper, feeling completely pathetic.
he makes quick work of putting a condom on and then settles between your thighs. you sigh in relief when he wastes no time and pushes in, being careful not to go too fast. once he’s fully inside you, he pauses, wanting to give you time to adjust, but you’re back to whining.
“bucky, please, please just—fuck me,” you beg, squirming beneath him.
he takes mercy on you, finally, and sets a hard pace. your hands fly up to push against the headboard, moaning and gasping from his harsh thrusts, loving the stretch of him inside you. his thumb is back on your clit and you cry out, clenching hard around him, but his thrusts don’t falter. all too soon, you can feel yourself getting close. you hear your own voice chanting please, please, please, mixed in with bucky’s grunts and the sound of him fucking you.
you whimper, eyes squeezed shut as your climax hits the point of no return, crashing over you in waves. you think you might scream, but it’s hard to pay attention to anything other than the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. part of you thinks this’ll be it, bucky will come now and then you’ll have had one of the best orgasms of your life and he’ll be on his merry way home. but no, that’s not what happens.
instead, bucky keeps thrusting relentlessly into you, dragging out your pleasure to the point of oversensitivity.
“s’too much,” you breathe, gasping for air.
bucky shakes his head, face contorted in concentration. “one more,” he tells you, voice gruff and deep.
unbelievably, you feel tears beginning to gather in the corners of your eyes. bucky’s still rubbing your clit, still keeping a steady rhythm of his hips, and fuck, he’s so beautiful. you watch him fucking you, wondering how the fuck you got to this moment, how you got lucky enough to bear witness to the sight of bucky fucking, let alone be the one he fucks. his body is ridiculous, looking like it’s carved from marble. you know how much strength it holds, as well, know that if he really wanted to, he could probably fuck you against a wall.
it’s with that thought, with the added bonus of the way bucky touches you, looks at you, like you’re something treasured and gorgeous, giving you such intense pleasure, that the tears threatening to spill over finally fall from your lashes.
bucky notices, because of course he does, and he thrusts into you just a little faster, a little harder, and your body seizes up and then you’re falling into another orgasm. it spreads through your veins, slow like honey, making sure this one settles deep into your bones. bucky groans as he, too, reaches climax, hips twitching into you in aftershocks until he stops moving altogether.
you both pant for breath, sweat gathered in every crevice on your bodies. you think you won’t be able to move for the rest of the weekend.
“need to pull out,” bucky says softly, breaking the moment.
you nod and he carefully pulls his hips back, grunting. you poorly suppress a whimper and close your legs, already hating the empty feeling.
“well,” he starts, plopping himself on his back next to you, “i think i deserve some kind of reward.”
when you turn to face him with an exasperated look, he’s got his arms crossed behind his head, a smug smile across his lips.
“how about i don’t kick you in the balls? how’s that for a reward?”
“i literally just did the impossible.”
“what, made me come twice? i can do that all on my own. you’re not special,” you retort with a huff.
he scoffs. “i fucked you so good you cried.”
“you can’t prove it,” you say to the ceiling.
“keep up this attitude and i won’t do it again,” he threatens, poking you in your side.
you wiggle away from the ticklish touch while trying to tamp down on the hope bubbling in your chest.
“oh, we’re doing this again, are we?” you say as casually as possible.
he rolls his eyes. “of course we are. now,” he sits up in your bed, stretching his arms as he stands and picks up his underwear, “i’m starving. wanna order takeout?”
well, you guess if you’d been worried about any kind of awkwardness before, you shouldn’t have. this is bucky, your best friend. he’d never let things change between you.
***
except, things kinda change between the two of you.
it’s not very noticeable at first, changes so subtle you miss them, until one day he showed up at your apartment and greeted you with a kiss. you stood frozen in your doorway as he rambled about how stressful his day had been as he kicked his shoes off. it was only when you heard him calling out from the kitchen that he was gonna eat your leftovers that you snapped out of it, yelling back that you’d kick his ass if he even touched your dumplings.
another day, he facetimes you and asks if you want to go to see that new movie you’ve been talking about.
“oh,” you’d said. “are nat and sam coming, too?”
he’d given you a funny look, replied, “no, i thought it would just be us two.”
“oh,” you said again. “okay.”
so you’d gone to the movies, let him buy you buttery popcorn and peanut m&m’s and a soda bigger than your head. he shared with you, despite your protests, and halfway through the film you felt his hand settle on your thigh. you blinked and stared at it for a beat, turning to him in question. he only smiled at you briefly before focusing back on the movie.
in between all of this, you continued calling him over for sex. honestly, how could you not? as much as you didn’t want to admit it to him, he was the best you’ve ever had. and if he’s so willing, why shouldn’t you take advantage while you can?
a week ago, though, you’d texted him and asked him to come over, replying to his question of what time and then started getting ready. you’d purchased a new piece of lingerie, a periwinkle babydoll nightie, that left very little to the imagination. it had a matching pair of panties and felt soft and luxurious on your skin. you’d taken extra time to do your hair and makeup, wanting to look like sex on legs, and you’re pretty sure you succeeded.
but when he got there and you answered the door in your sexy outfit, he didn’t see it right away. in one hand he held his phone, typing something on it, and in the other hand he held a grocery bag that you eyed curiously.
“i brought stuff to make spaghetti—“
when he did finally look up, his eyes widened and traveled the length of your body several times. you bit your lip, trying and failing to hold back your smile.
“how about we skip dinner?” you’d said, fisting his nice button-up shirt and dragging him inside your apartment. you grabbed the grocery bag from his hand and sat it on the floor, absently noting he was wearing his date jeans.
whoops, you’d thought, hope i didn’t pull him away from someone important.
you hadn’t let yourself dwell on it, standing up on your tippy toes and kissing him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. he’d returned the kiss, licking into your mouth, drawing your tongue out so he could suck on it and made you moan embarrassingly loud.
“wait,” he’d murmured, “we should eat first.”
“or, you could eat me,” you’d retorted with a giggle.
he groaned like it pained him to say no, gripped your hips hard and put a tiny bit of distance between you. the look in his eyes had made you want to find the nearest flat surface and bend over.
“why don’t you be a good girl for me, hm? let me cook dinner for us and after we eat i’ll fuck you however you want me to. okay, sweetheart?”
you whined, but ultimately agreed, knowing he’d make it worth it.
and then there’s tonight, where he came over unannounced, armed with groceries again and promising to cook you the best meal you’ve ever had. to say you were confused would be an understatement, but you also didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.
it’s just… well, bucky’s not really acting like a friend with benefits. sure, you hung out alone with him all the time before, but he never once cooked you dinner, and he certainly never helped wash dishes after. you guess the hello kisses could be explained away as part of the new aspect of your relationship, but something about that didn’t sit quite right with you.
after a truly delicious dinner, you find yourself on the couch with bucky as he scrolls through netflix to find a movie to put on.
“what do you want to watch?” he asks.
“mm,” you mumble, shifting closer to start kissing his neck, “don’t care.”
as he narrows down his decision and finally picks one, you make your way up to his jaw, sucking a small mark into the skin there.
“baby,” he protests softly, “let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”
you pull back, confused. first at the pet name, then at his words. he’s never denied you before, which isn’t to say that he can’t, it’s just that he’s always seemed on board. and, you know, you thought that was kind of the whole point of this thing.
“okay,” you reply after a moment.
he gives you a smile and a sweet kiss, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side to cuddle. you can’t help but frown, feeling like you’re missing something, but not knowing what it could be.
it doesn’t take long for drowsiness to creep up on you. before he showed up, you had planned on probably ordering out for dinner and going to bed early since you’d had a pretty rough day. in fact, you remember texting bucky about it just that afternoon. your eyelids get heavier and heavier, finding it harder to keep them open as the seconds pass. your head droops and in the next blink, you’ve fallen asleep.
you’re not sure how much time has passed when bucky wakes you, but you groan, pouting and burrowing into his shoulder more.
he huffs a laugh. “c’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed.”
“don’ wanna move,” you mumble tiredly.
“i’ll carry you,” he offers. “up you go, baby.”
you half heartedly argue about being jostled, but let him carry you to your bed where he carefully places you, helping you out of your sweatpants and pulling your blankets up around you. you sigh in content, feeling yourself already drifting back into sleep. you hear bucky shuffling, but think nothing of it until the bed dips beside you, then feel his warm body slide in underneath the covers and press in close.
“goodnight, darlin’,” he murmurs.
you’d ask him what in the word he’s doing, but sleep is just far too enticing to ignore. you fall into slumber with bucky’s warmth along your back, his arm draped over you.
the next morning, you wake to the feeling of his fingers playing with the tiny bow on the front of your panties and his lips placing gentle kisses on your shoulder. you hum, eyes still closed, in the back of your mind thinking this is a nice way to wake up. at the sound of you, his touches get firmer, more insistent.
“good morning,” he rasps, breath tickling your ear.
you don’t really get a chance to reply. he dips his fingers into your panties, making you inhale sharply, moaning as you buck into his hand. he fingers you for a while, kissing along the column of your throat, biting and sucking marks into the skin there. when you’re begging him for more, he relents, eases your panties off and lifts your leg to slide in from behind. the angle is so nice it has you gasping.
you clutch the sheets weakly, burying your face in your pillow and muffle your whines and moans. bucky keeps a slow, lazy rhythm, acting as if he’s got all the time in the world to draw this out. it’s good, so good, and you can’t hold back your whimper when he kicks up the pace a little, tells you to touch yourself. you come seconds before he does, shuddering through it and humming happily.
as you both lie there and catch your breath, awareness trickles into your mind. you swallow roughly, staring blankly at the wall as you realize your feelings have grown far too much for this to be only casual anymore.
bucky kisses your shoulder again. “i’m gonna go make breakfast, okay? i’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“okay,” you whisper, blinking rapidly to keep tears from forming.
hearing bucky bustle around your kitchen makes your heart clench with want; want for something you can’t have.
***
bucky: dinner tonight?
you bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at the text. you know you need to cut things off with him before you get anymore hurt than you already are. it’s not fair to either of you if you continue with this arrangement when you’ve caught real feelings for him. you have to tell him, and soon. with that thought in mind, you type out a reply.
you: sure. what time?
bucky: reservations are at 8pm, i’ll pick you up by 7:45.
reservations? where was he taking you? you get another text before you can ask.
bucky: dress nice ;)
with a sigh, you text back an affirmative and try to start mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you dreaded having. you could only hope and pray that he agrees to still be your friend after.
by the time there’s a knock on your door that night, you’ve worked yourself up into an anxious mess. you open the door to see bucky standing there with a single peach colored rose and a bashful grin.
“hi,” he greets, leaning in to kiss you on your cheek. “this is for you.”
he hands you the rose and you feel your heart crack in your chest. you muster a small smile.
“thank you. let me go put this in a vase and we can head out.”
he nods and waits patiently at the door. as you fill a vase with a little water, you take a deep breath, giving yourself a mental pep talk.
this was going to suck.
the drive to the restaurant doesn’t take too long, and when you see where he’s taken you, your eyebrows shoot up. this is one of the nicer places in the city, definitely not on the affordable side. he helps you out of the car, leading you inside with his hand on the small of your back. you’re led to a small booth in a far corner with overhead lighting that feels too intimate. maybe you’d have to wait until you left to tell him…
conversation is light, a bit surface level, and you get the feeling that bucky is a little nervous. you wonder if maybe he’s gonna let you down gently first, hoping that he doesn’t, because you’d rather not cry in such a fancy restaurant.
after the waiter takes your drink orders, bucky sighs.
“okay, let me just… get this off my chest.”
oh fuck, here it goes.
“i know i’ve never really come across at the most romantic guy, especially since i’ve never felt the need to be.” he runs a nervous hand through his hair. “you’ve always been so important to me, and this last month has been so, so wonderful.”
“bucky…” you trail off, attempting to somehow stop him, but he powers through.
“i just—i never thought i’d find somebody, you know?” he says, earnest, gaze locked on yours. another crack in your heart. “especially not somebody who was my friend first, that i already had a solid foundation with. the attraction had always been there, but the friendship meant more to me, and finally allowing that to blossom into this amazing, new, fun relationship has got to be the best decision i’ve ever made.”
did he start dating someone and not tell you? oh god, has he been sleeping with someone else? at the same time? your stomach turns, eyes burning, hating yourself more and more as he speaks.
“so, i guess what i’m trying to say is,” he says, rolling his eyes at himself and smiling, “happy one month anniversary, sweetheart.”
you blink, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. “what?” you croak, beyond confused.
bucky, however, looks concerned. “baby, why are you crying?”
“i…” you blink some more, eyes flitting around the room as if you’ll get some kind of clarity that way to the situation currently happening. “what?” you repeat.
“did i come on too strong?” he asks, looking embarrassed now. “i wasn’t sure if you’d even want to celebrate, but i’ve just been so happy with you—i’m sorry, baby, i should’ve asked.”
“bucky, what are you talking about?” you finally manage, unable to keep the bewilderment out of your tone. “anniversary?”
bucky frowns. “i didn’t get the date wrong, did i?”
“no, i—this isn’t—i’m not talking about—ugh, i mean, when did we even start having an anniversary to celebrate?”
bucky’s face goes blank, sitting back in his chair. your heart is pounding wildly in your chest, so fucking confused, so fucking hopeful.
“we… we’re dating,” he says, slow, unsure. “aren’t we?”
“since when?” you ask probably too loudly, cheeks flushing.
he opens and closes his mouth a couple times. “when i asked you out?”
“bucky, oh my god, you’re gonna have to be more specific before i lose my goddamn mind. when did you ask me out?”
he huffs, his own cheeks flushing. “at the cafe! a month ago, at brunch with natasha and sam.”
your eyes widen in disbelief. “when you asked if you could fuck me until i cried?” you hiss, ignoring the scandalized look on the waiter’s face as he brings your drinks over.
smiling apologetically, you thank him and wait until he’s gone before sending a glare bucky’s way.
“that’s not how you ask a person out,” you seethe.
“i asked if you wanted to give this a try and you said yes!” he replies desperately. “i’ve taken you on dates!”
you pinch the bridge of your nose, thinking of all the times you thought he was being too romantic, more-than-friends type of behavior. you’re a fucking idiot, but god, so was he.
“at no point did you say anything even remotely close about us starting a relationship. i thought we were just fucking, bucky, i didn’t realize it was more than that!”
“you don’t—“ he starts, then stops, looking down at the plate in front of him. “you don’t want to be with me?”
“i didn’t know it was an option,” you say carefully.
“well, it is.” he meets your gaze, cautious. “i just spilled my guts to you. you know how i feel now. how do you feel? about me?”
you lick your lips. “bucky, i… i was planning to end things with you tonight.” his expression drops, even though he tries to mask it, so you’re quick to explain. “not because i don’t like you, but because i do like you and i thought you wouldn’t want anything more than just sex with me.”
“it’s never been and never could have been just sex with you,” he replies, quiet and relieved. he reaches across the table to take your hand in his. “i meant it when i said you’re the best decision i’ve ever made. i want this—the sex, the dinners, dates, all the gross and sappy shit i never wanted before… i want it all with you, if you’ll have me.”
you can’t fight the smile spreading across your lips. “of course i’ll have you, bucky.”
he smiles in return, a laugh bubbling out of him, which makes you giggle, until you’re both laughing so hard and loud that patrons from other tables are sending dirty looks your way, which only makes you laugh more.
“do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, laughter dying down. “there’s pizza and sex calling our names, i think.”
bucky moans dramatically. “i knew i liked you for a reason.”
he leaves money on the table and then the two of you quickly make your way through the restaurant, giggling and holding hands the whole way, even in the car.
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Blue Christmas
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Summary: You ask Loki to give you something special for Christmas. A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @divine-knight-hand. I wanted to give you everything you requested, my love, but I already wrote something similar a while ago. For the sake of not sounding repetitive, I altered your request just a little bit. I hope you still like it. However, please check out the other story because it checks off all your points! And is Christmas-themed! Mayari: If You Let Me. Also, sorry for the cringy title. I couldn't think of anything else. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Explicit. Smut. P in V. Jotunn Loki (yes, cuz he's a whole warning!)
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You crossed your legs as the last rays of the sun were trickling down on your body. Your book was discarded on the ground as the condensation from your Pina Colada dripped down onto the side table.
Loki had surprised you and whisked you away to the Fiji Islands for Christmas— no more crowded New York streets. No more dirty ice falling onto you from the splash of an oncoming taxicab. And certainly, no more missions and assignments till the New Year.
It had been an exhaustive nineteen-hour flight. Especially since he didn’t tell you anything he was planning. When you came home to your room earlier that day, you were greeted by Loki with two suitcases on either side of him.
“Merry Yuletide, Darling,” he said as he rolled your luggage over to you and kissed you on your lips in greeting.
“Loki- what?”
“No time to explain, we need to leave now in order to catch our flight,” he said ushering you out the door by patting you on the bum. You jumped up with giddiness, planting a lipstick-stained kiss on his cheek. He was always surprising you with little trinkets and excursions.
“Thank you, sir,” you said in a deep voice.
“Ooh, you dangerous nymph. Go on. I need my wits about me till we get on the plane. I can’t have you distracting me.”
“Then, after?” you asked luring him to a sinful promise.
“After,” he promised in the same breathy tone.
That was two days ago. Loki had kept his promise, and then some- inducting you both into the mile-high club several times over.
Now, here you were in a private villa surrounded by an infinity pool that stretched towards the Pacific, watching your godly boyfriend come out of the water. He ran his hands through his hair, combing the droplets from his tresses. Beads fell down the defined lines of his muscles causing you to heat up in the already balmy weather.
The sight of Loki, wet and in nothing but short swim trunks, was enough to make you convulse. You were sure that if Michelangelo had a model for David, it would’ve been Loki. And knowing Loki, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him.
He came up to you, lounging on your chair, and shook his wet hair in front of you to tease you. “St-stop!” you laughed as you playfully pushed him before you got completely wet.
“Awe, come on, Darling. I thought you liked me wet?” he charmed as he sat next to you and leaned in for a kiss.
“I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing.” You said as your hands guided themselves around his slick body. “It’s so hot here. I might need something to cool me down,” you tempted.
There was a flash of understanding in his face. Nights of hedonistic pleasure and anticipation of his moods taught you how to read him. If you weren’t so attuned to him- so zealously infatuated with him and his praise over you, you would have missed it. But you didn’t.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“Nothing. I just-” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “There was a reason why I chose Fiji.”
“You mean, the beautiful waters and sandy beaches weren’t enough of a reason?” you joked.
“It’s in the southern hemisphere. Which means that it’s summer here whilst still cold and winter back home.”
“Why would the season be an issue?”
“Contingency.”
“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.
“It was about what you wanted for Christmas,” he answered slowly. Confusion still clouding your memory. Little bits and pieces of a long-forgotten conversation nipped at your mind as you tried to piece together what you had asked him to give you.
As if to remind you, Loki raised his hand and cupped your face. As he did so, his fingers turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was fair, yet sharp. It reminded you of the color of blue thistles on a cold afternoon.
As he touched your cheek, a shiver ran down your skin making you shudder for the first time since you arrived. Realization struck you as you remembered the conversation you two had a month ago.
“I think I know what I want for Christmas,” you lured him in. “And what is that, my Darling?” Loki said absentmindedly while looking through his mission briefing. “You." “You already have me,” he scoffed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I meant…all of you…the other you…” you trailed silently. Loki looked at you bewildered. There were many nights he had dreamt of taking you in his other form, wondering how you would react to him. He’s postponed showing you this long because he was afraid of his feral nature. He would be at the mercy of his urges and base needs. Loki wasn’t quite sure how to ease you into that new situation. Would he be too much for you? Knowing your adventurous spirit, you wouldn’t mind having his beastly side take you. “Why, you little nymph. Now, why would you want to see that side of me, hmm?”
Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Loki, I-” you started, but he quickly put a finger to your lips to quiet you.
“I want this, Darling. And I want it with you. So, if at any point in time, you want to stop, you know our safe word.” You nodded your head enthusiastically and Loki chuckled. “But I should let you know, that…there was a reason why I’ve waited this long to show you. I become somewhat different when I change. Jotunns, in their very nature, are severe. Harsher. They have to be, to live in the climate they do, and survive.”
You sat there, fervently hanging onto every word Loki was saying. “We relied upon each other for strength, for warmth, basic needs…” Loki trailed off, tracing your lower lip with his cold finger.  “You can imagine the creativity we had in finding ways to keep our blood warm and stave off the frigid climate.” You nodded solemnly at his words as if they were gospel.
“If we do this, I need you to be in control. Do you understand me, Darling?” he asked, inching closer to you. You felt a shiver run down your body. You focused on his eyes as his lips weaved a spell for you to follow. “I won’t know how much is too much. How rough is too rough.”
Loki grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap. The sudden move made you yelp into his arms. “Sorry, my dear. You see, I’m already too excited. My body is reacting to you.” He ran his nose up and down your neck. His cold hands encircled your back, caging you on top of him. “I’ve wanted to take you like this for so long.” His hands entwined themselves with your hair and pulled as his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.
You held on tightly, with your legs wrapped around his waist, as Loki stood up and walked both of you to the edge of your bed. When he broke the kiss, you heard him moan before he continued to suck a bruise onto your neck.
You felt his body change. The hairs atop your skin began to stand as the temperature began to drop. The once-sweltering heat that prickled your skin was replaced by the cool tingles of his touch. It surrounded you and enveloped you in a cold caress. You finally understood the need for a warmer climate. With a slight force, he released you from him, falling onto the soft mattress below.
That was when you had your first glimpse of his true self. The beautiful shade of blue you had seen earlier spread throughout his body. His form was somehow sharper, more jagged. Yet still soft and giving. He had markings defined by fine lines and grooves. They traced over his muscles and sinew, highlighting the best parts of himself. You followed them with your eyes as it led your stare down to his protruding cock. Your jaw went slack as you noticed how hard he was for you already.
Loki watched you appraise him. Your wanton eyes grew darker, and your breathing got quicker. His senses picked up every reaction that your body was going through. He was prepared to confront your fear or disgust, but he couldn’t see that in your face. Instead, he saw hunger and need. He could smell your desire growing for him and it made him feral. He wrapped his hands around his shaft, stroking himself to the sight of you, ready and waiting on his bed.
Loki felt ravenous as he knelt over you on top of the sheets. He spread your legs apart, seating himself in between the warmth of your thighs. His heavy cock resting atop your wet cunt. His hands eagerly tore up your swimsuit as they explored and venerated your body. His lip’s sole mission was to mark bruises where his hands had trailed, following the chill of his touch.
“…Loki…”
“Shh, Darling. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to,” he winked as he nipped the underside of your breast. Too many emotions. Too many thoughts. They were swirling at the forefront of his mind wanting to be said. His desire for you was overwhelming him.
In this form, he felt more primal. His emotions were stronger and almost frightening, but all he felt was fire. Everywhere. An all-consuming heat that wouldn’t dissipate until he had claimed you. His need for you was never as aggressive as it was right now. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could easily hurt you. He needed you to be in control.
“Don’t stop,” you begged him.
“And what would you have me do my Darling?” he breathed onto your skin. “Tell me, and I will comply.” Loki was giving you the green light. The authority to take over because he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle enough not to harm you.
Oh, but the fire. The fire inside him wouldn’t relent. “Shall I force my cock down your throat till you gag for me to stop?” he suggested with a grin. You bit your lip and moaned as the image took hold in your mind. You moved your hips involuntarily, rubbing against his hefty shaft.
“Maybe I’ll edge you for the rest of our stay. Keep you here tied to our bed, my little slave, until I’ve properly bred you.” Loki seized your lips and held you down on the bed. His cold hands capture your wrist in an icy grip.
“S’cold,” you gritted.
“You can take it. You don’t mind a little bit of frostbite. Don’t you, my love?” He ground his hips as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving teeth marks in their wake. You felt his hard cock rub against your sensitive nub. It elicited the most erotic noise from your lips. Loki fought to keep his composure. With every moan you made, it got harder and harder for him to control his urges.
“I thought this was supposed to be my Christmas present,” you sighed, regaining some form of authority and clarity. You intertwined your fingers with his and signaled him to turn over with your hip. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed as you straddled his waist.
Loki looked up at you in all your glory. Your beautiful face shining down with love and adoration was enough to heal the worry and anxiety he was feeling. “I want to admire my present,” you pouted as your eyes took all of him in.
His mischievous smile broke through as he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “As you wish,” he hissed as the corded muscles in his biceps swelled.
You traced his beautiful blue markings down from his arms to his pecs. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered absent-mindedly, getting lost in the exploration of his body. Loki blushed at your words. He had never heard that word describe his Jotunn form before and it ignited a warm glow inside of him. Different than the fire, but still heated.
You leaned over him as your study led you to his neck and handsome face. You traced his dark lips as he opened them. His bright ruby eyes concentrated on you. “I love my present,” you whispered before you gently kissed him. “Thank you.”
Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue invading yours, as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His cold touch left a trail of goosebumps as he squeezed and grabbed your ass. He raised you slightly with one hand. And with the other, he guided himself into your entrance. The slick of your arousal coating the tip of his hard cock. “Are you ready for me?” he grunted. You nodded your head, keeping your lips on his, not wanting to break contact.
He thrust deep into your body. His heels held on against the mattress of the bed. He held your hips stable as he continued to drive upwards slowly- savoring how snug you were around him.  Every pull of your tight pussy made him moan your name. “…yes…”  he whined.
You sat up, holding onto his shoulders for support. “I need you, Loki,” you pleaded. Your nails dug into his dark skin as your hips took over his strokes. “…deeper…faster…”
“Take me then, Darling. Use me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to do this for you. To be good for you. With each push of your hips, he unraveled each time. Crowning to a tight knot in his abdomen.
You waited patiently for him to open his eyes and see the love and pride you had for him. When he did, you were met with an intense sparkle of carmine. Desire and vulnerability shone through, swirling in his gaze. His brows furrowed with pleasure as he bit his lip. “…oh, fuck…” he cried.
You moved faster. Your swollen clit rubbed against his dark curls adding to the already heightened pleasure you were building. You took his hands from your hips and guided them up your body. You placed them over your bouncing tits and he squeezed- rubbing your hardened nipple with his thumb.
“That’s my good little whore,” he gasped. “You like it rough don’t you?” You squeezed tighter around him in answer and Loki couldn’t stop the wolfish grin on his face.
He swallowed thickly watching you enjoy his touch. “Loki” you screamed. The only indication that you had reached your climax and was about to topple over. You trembled over his body screaming his name over and over as you came down from your bliss.
“Don’t stop, Darling.” He pushed harder into you. “Ride me,” he commanded. Loki watched as you clenched around his hard cock- disappearing into your wet folds. The sight was enough to make him tremble.
God, he was so much bigger in this form. You had to push hard to meet the hilt of his shaft. You raised your hips and dipped back down eliciting the deepest groan fleeing his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ good girl.” His head tilted back and the desire to claim you came back. He had to take you faster. Harder.
He dug his heels back into the mattress and slammed his hips upwards. The gasping air leaving your lungs, the wicked moans filling his ears. All of it coerced him to cum inside you- finally releasing his pent-up yearning. Loki couldn’t stop the moans or praises leaving his lips. Your name peppered in with teasing curses and praises.  “You always know how to make me feel good, don’t you, pet?” he prized as he took a deep breath to steady his exhaustion.
“Mmm, yes sir.” You kissed him ardently, taking his breath away from his already spent lungs. You trailed your kisses down to his neck and onto his panting chest. Each kiss made your lips tingle and chilly.
“We should probably get ready for dinner. What say you, my love?”
“Hmm? Maybe in a while…I’m not done playing with my Christmas gift yet.” You responded as your lips traveled further down towards his already hardening cock.
Loki smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm tongue on his cool skin. “In a while,” he repeated. “Fuck…in a while.”
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His. | Loki x reader smut
I finally the Loki tv show… this does NOT have any spoilers, it’s set on Asgard with a newly appointed king and his coronation gift…
cw: d/s
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“Leave any traces of fear in this room.” The command was clear, spoken sharply by a royal attendant.
Your gaze didn’t leave the fragrant water of the bath you knelt in, the attendant taking care to wash every inch of your skin. Other women pulled fluttering silks from a wardrobe, lying it out for you and finding jewelry to match. So much led to this moment, and yet it didn’t seem real — anticipation and anxiety buzzing in your head. You’d been told once already to contain the obvious fear that lingered in your chest, but the daunting task of doing so seemed impossible when your fate was waiting on a silver platter, the moment you left the private chamber you were being bathed in.
“Come, out of the water before your skin wrinkles,” you were hauled to your feet, wrapped in towels and rubbed down by several girls with movements so quick, you were barely left time to react.
Hands massaged your tense limbs, covering them in oils that bloomed with exotic scents, leaving your skin gleaming. At the same time, your hair was fixed, emeralds — his favorite — twisted into the locks and fastening to bare your neck.
“It’s customary to dress her in white,” a handmaiden spoke of you as if you were not there.
“The prince prefers black.” The will of your all-powerful god silenced any protest, everyone moving to do his bidding.
The women fretted — you had to be perfect for him. They prepared you to be presented to the god, as a divine gift to honor the crown prince of Asgard. You were bathed, decorated, and dressed, all to please the god you were gifted to, an expectation that you’d been bred for. It was a great honor to be taken from the hills, to the castle of the gods, to walk amongst the divine, even if it meant your role was to do as your master saw fit, obeying every command. You had come to terms with it, knowing that upon prince Loki’s rise to the throne, you were the sacrifice — the gift — of the kingdom, a promise of good fortune and favor granted in return.
It all seemed like a far-away, distant dream in a future that would never come. Despite that, here you were, relinquishing your whole self to Asgard’s throne. You had never met the god, and never seen him up close. Of course you’d heard the stories, the wrath and prowess of the young prince, and even seen him from a distance — but being in his presence was something entirely new, before being expected to spend the rest of time at his mercy.
Asgardian silk draped over your skin, so light you wouldn’t know it was there. Your decency was concealed beneath expensive black fabric, hiding what was only meant for Loki to see in the moments after this. The handmaidens’ fussing finally ceased, ending the long evening of preparation.
“Come with me, and do as you’re told,” the woman in charge ushered you forward, opening the chamber doors, releasing you out of known captivity into unpredictability.
You swallowed the fear in your throat, steps silent as you followed her to the throne room, the festivities growing louder as you approached your fate. Before you were given a moment to hesitate, you were led into the cavernous room of gold and heavenly magic.
All at once, it fell silent as soldiers escorted you to the throne. There he was — the god himself, draped over his golden throne. Loki was the only one adorned finer than you, a golden helm atop his onyx waves, wild cerulean eyes that bore straight into your soul.
“Your majesty, a gift in exchange for your benevolence,” the ceremony’s representative from your kingdom presented you to Loki, a hand on your shoulder forcing you to kneel before the throne.
A dangerous smile curved the god’s lips, placing his scepter aside as he rose to his feet.
“A very generous gift indeed,” Loki’s lyrical voice wrapped around your throat, stealing the air from your lungs.
He was impossibly tall and lean as he approached you, toned muscles visible even through the heavy layers of leather and gold that adorned his figure. Loki was no mere prince, but a god of mischief, holding an entire world in the palm of his delicate hand. A dark mischief glittered in his eyes, the gorgeous royal leaning down to look closely at you.
He tilted your chin up, looking him directly in the eye, immediately disarmed and vulnerable as you did so. His expression changed almost imperceptibly, gone from his eyes in a flash as he looked away from you, addressing the court who had handed you over.
Your ears were ringing too loudly to hear what he said, your head spinning. A solider moved to guide you to sit at the base of the throne, at Loki’s feet, when you were suddenly snapped back into the present moment.
“You will not lay a hand on what is mine!” Loki’s shout thundered through the chamber, stopping the man before he could touch you.
The soldier quickly fell back, recognizing the lethal danger of disrespecting Loki. An entire room held its breath, the seconds agonizing, exhaling only when Loki motioned for festivities to resume.
Despite the advice to hide your fear, Loki could practical feel your startled fright. Everything else blurred into the background, the celebration entertaining itself, leaving you and Loki at the center of your own universe.
Loki leaned down with an outstretched hand, his expression softening as you met his gaze. He had not yet spoken directly to you, but you didn’t need instruction to place your hand in his, allowing his strength to move you forward. Loki guided you to kneel at his feet as he resumed his place on the throne, slotted between his long legs.
Delicate fingers gently tilted your chin to look up at him, the touch startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to what you’d been warned of.
“There is a long night of festivities ahead, you may rest on me if you grow weary,” Loki granted you permission to lie your head against his thigh, to sink back into the new shelter.
You gave a small nod of understanding, looking back down as his attention was demanded from another round of celebration.
Despite the dizzying commotion of Loki’s ceremony, your limbs became heavy and keeping your eyes open was a losing battle. Loki peered down at you as you slowly laid your head against his leg, letting your exhausted body rest for the first time.
A fierce desire to protect you swelled in Loki’s chest, suddenly cross with the noise and lights that combatted your sleep. As he continued to entertain offerings of exotic fruits and tributes from his kingdoms, Loki moved a leg in front of you, glaring at anyone who so much as looked too long in your direction.
He couldn’t imagine how drained you were, to sleep through the chaos. Your weight rested against his leg, though you didn’t let yourself fully drift into deep sleep, some part of you making sure that you were upright, not wanting to displease him.
Loki carefully supported you as he stood, lifting you off the floor with godly strength. The festivities continued without him — kings, gods, and valkyrie reenacting stories of battles and playing with magic in the great halls.
He’d had quite enough of the noise and empty affection, and desired nothing more than some quiet time alone with his offering.
“Careful,” he warned softly as you began to stir, strengthening his grip to keep you from falling.
“M’sorry,” you mumbled, your first words spoken in a haze of exhaustion.
“It’s alright, you’re free to rest,” Loki laid you down on his bed the moment you entered the privacy of his chambers.
Golden floors were etched in sweeping illustrations of history and mythology, telling the stories of your god beneath the bed draped in dark green silks. Huge doors opened to a veranda, a summer breeze ruffling the curtains, allowing glimpses of glittering astronomy overhead.
Your mind yearned to stay awake, to learn your surroundings and stay vigilant in the presence of Loki. Despite that, your body screamed for sleep, sinking into the soft bedding he had placed you on.
.
Loki watched you sleep.
Exhaustion kept your body rigidly still, not moving once the entire night. You stayed curled up in the very corner of the expansive bed, out of reach of Loki, who eventually took his place as the sun cracked the horizon.
The only indication you were real, was the gentle rise and fall of your back as you breathed. As you slept, the frightened expression vanished from your face, softening the your features. Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you, studying your almost peaceful face.
Loki drifted in and out of sleep, not bothering to wake you after such a late and overwhelming night. You must have been weary, because you couldn’t have been comfortable, making yourself as small as possible at the very edge of the bed, not wanting to take up too much of Loki’s space.
You slowly opened your eyes, sunlight streaming in through the open veranda. The morning seemed impossibly peaceful, despite waking up into a new life of servitude. This didn’t feel like what you’d expected — waking up in a comfortable bed with the warm sun on your face, the scent of breakfast wafting from a huge spread on the chamber’s dining table.
“Good morning, darling,” Loki’s voice was much softer in the privacy of the chambers, without an audience.
You sat up, looking over as he stood from a couch, setting aside a novel. He was more relaxed, wearing loose black linen, his hair tied up loosely.
“Hi,” you whispered, at a loss for words — partially in awe of how gorgeous he was, and partially cautious, as if he were a cobra waiting to strike at any wrong move.
He watched as you observed your surroundings, inspecting your golden cage in the light of day. Loki’s chambers were beautiful, bright, and serene. It seemed so divorced from the perception you had of the god before being let in to the most private part of his existence. Loki moved smoothly throughout the room, delicate hands attached to a lean, muscular body. Loki’s face was sculpted out of marble, so stunningly beautiful it left you breathless. Green eyes pierced straight into your soul, laid bare when he looked at you.
“Eat something,” he gestured to the feast at the table, as if he were the devil, offering food to a goddess to keep captive in his lair forever.
It was your job to obey, your body moving before your mind even considered protest. The shimmering gown you were wearing the night before swept the floor as you walked, Loki admiring how beautiful you were, even slightly disheveled.
You hesitantly took a berry from the table, bringing it to your lips, licking the sweetness off your fingertips. The sight stirred something inside of Loki, his gaze focusing on the contours of your body that were visible through the just-sheer parts of the fabric draped over you.
“Master?” You could feel the weight of his gaze, invisibly drawing you to him.
Loki stepped toward you, pleased as you sank to your knees without any encouragement, easing into his submission. You wanted it, needed it, like your lungs needed air. A shimmer of green made your clothing disappear, baring you fully to Loki’s intoxicated gaze.
“Look at you, fit for a god,” he praised, slowly circling you as you kneeled, appreciating you from every angle.
“Only for you, master.”
“Loki,” he permitted you to call him by name, a request that pulled the corners of your lips up with small satisfaction.
The floor was cold beneath your knees, and your skin began to prick beneath a cool breeze from the veranda. Loki swelled over the recognition that you were his, and his alone. He was hard in the loose linen pants, eager to claim full ownership of you in such an intimate way. You willingly surrendered to him, practically desperate for him to take you, to consummate your submission to the god.
Your hands smoothed up the solid muscles of Loki’s thighs — limbs you wish to be bent over — before clutching the linen waistband and dragging down his trousers. The sight of him hung heavy made your mouth water and your cunt throb, desire swirling in your belly.
“Go ahead. Touch me as you please, I’m as much yours as you are mine,” Loki murmured, realizing you were waiting for permission, to do as you were told.
Long fingers wove into your hair, cradling the side of your head, pulling only slightly as you licked the tip of his cock, sending a shock up his spine.
He leaned back against the wall, smirking as your left palm flattened over his toned abs to brace yourself, pleased that you were trusting his words.
“Gods,” Loki swore when you took him in your mouth, letting him push you down until he was filling your throat.
Pretty tears welled at your lashes at his size, your throbbing need beginning to smear between your thighs. Your free hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your tongue dragging up his shaft. He was both long and thick, his skin like velvet on your tongue. It was a feat to take even half of him in your mouth, and you moaned and the thought of him fucking you, and how you’d beg to take it all.
“If worshipping my cock makes you wet enough to drip on my floor, I’ll let you do it every morning,” Loki purred with a grin, clearly taking notice of the effect he had on your body.
“Please,” you whimpered respectfully, dragging your fist up his length, giving your mouth a break.
“I’m close, darling, you’re doing beautifully,” he praised, watching your thighs squeeze together at his words.
“I want to come in that gorgeous mouth, feel myself in your throat.”
You tilted your head back just a bit, both to gaze up into his eyes and to let him in deeper. A low whine vibrated around his cock as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing.
“Fuck,” Loki hissed, spilling over into your mouth, filling your senses with his salty taste.
“Swallow it,” Loki commanded, and you were all too willing to obey, wanting to please him.
His thumb swiped over your lips, cleaning up the bit of mess he made, kneeling in front of you as you both caught your breath.
“Was that okay?” the question slipped out before you could stop yourself, puzzling Loki.
“Of course, it was perfect. Haven’t you done it before?”
“No, I’ve been kept pure for you,” you answered, earning a profane string of Norse as his dick twitched.
“You’ve made me insatiable,” Loki pressed a quick, messy kiss to your mouth that was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“No!” Loki shouted, standing up, displayed in his full glory to the guard who opened the door.
The furious god stood in front of you, blocking any eyes from catching even a glimpse of your body.
“Get out, now, or I shall have your eyes torn out!” Loki thundered, fiercely possessive over you.
“I’m so sorry, your highness. Odin has called on you—”
A sharp burst of Loki’s magic sent the man flying backward with a yell, the door slamming shut behind him.
“I’m sorry-” you began, as if you needed to apologize for being nude.
“I will never let anyone else touch you, see your body, or covet what is mine.”
A warmth spread through you at the words, taking his hand to stand up. He took a cloth, carefully cleaning you up, before guiding you into a closet that was full of the finest Asgardian fabrics.
“We’ll continue this later, darling, but for now, you’ll accompany me on whatever nonsense I’m being summoned for,” Loki explained, moving to dress himself as he left you to choose what maids had left for your arrival.
You chose green, pleasing the god as you adorned his colors, another sign of your growing devotion. Loki kissed your wrist, before a band of gold appeared in a shimmer, bringing a smile to your face.
He wordlessly led you out of his chambers, a hand at the small of your back. Being with him was intense — but the castle and all of its people was overwhelming. You found yourself leaning into Loki’s side, away from the noise of shouting and chaos of the everyday happenings.
He looked up from the throne to see what was bothering you before pulling you to sit between his legs where you could sink back into him and ignore the noise.
“We’ll leave as soon as I’m finished. Until then, you can entertain yourself by picturing what I’m going to do to your precious little pussy,” Loki whispered against the side of your face, gently nipping your ear.
You shuddered against his chest, feeling him chuckle beneath you as his arm tightened on your waist. Warmth flushed your cheeks and you turned your face into his arm, shy at the filthy words from Loki. He could feel your heart racing inside your ribs, anxious to tear the emerald gown from your body.
You were lost in your thoughts when Loki banished everyone from the expansive throne room, giant doors embedded with gemstones slamming shut, sealing you alone with him.
“Now, where were we?” Loki asked, mouthing hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.
“I believe you were about to fuck me, Loki,” you chirped.
“I love hearing those dirty words on your lips, all for me.”
“Only you,” you promised, closing the gap as he hovered above you.
The kiss was heady, his tongue warm and dominating as he pushed it past your lips. The sensation nearly distracted you from his hands, that were tearing the fabric around your torso, letting it flutter to the floor in shimmering pieces.
“I’m going to fuck you here, on this throne, like a proper king.”
You parted your legs, letting his hand drop between them. Loki smirked into your neck as he cupped your sex, feeling how wet you were, desperate for him as heat radiated from your center.
He didn’t bother to turn you over, perfectly happy to fuck you while you were on top of him, lying on his chest as he sat upon his throne. He glided his cock along your wet lips, only a moment until you were squirming with desperation.
He wanted to hear you beg, but even he couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking into you, every inch stretching you impossibly further. The sweet sting made you cry out, your head dropping back on his shoulder when he nestled himself fully inside you.
“You’re perfect for me,” Loki praised through gritted teeth, fighting not to slam into you like an animal. He could feel your walls throbbing around him, muscles burning as they were forced to take the stretch to fit him inside — and you loved it.
You doubted anything would ever feel so good, until his hips started to roll forward, the god fucking you deep and slow, holding your body against his chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, soaking up your squeals of pleasure as he lost himself in you.
Before he even thought to play with you, your cunt began to clench around him with an impending orgasm. Your startled whimper shot straight to Loki’s dick, and he fucked you harder, unable to help himself.
“Come around me, darling, let me know how good you feel,” Loki urged, nearly spilling into you as you trembled in his arms, coming with a scream that echoed off the walls.
“There you go,” he murmured, twitching before he filled you with his seed, painting your insides with him.
Your breaths were ragged and uneven, mind completely foggy in the aftermath. He breathed in your scent as he stayed inside you, preserving the moment for as long as possible.
“I’m yours, forever,” you whispered, as if reading his mind.
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ginnsbaker · 8 months
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Bulletproof
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Summary: You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell. | Series Masterlist
Word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, Sharing A Bed, Enemies to Lovers
Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader
Requested by anon:
could i maybe request wanda x r where the whole team kinda mistreats them and wanda is especially bad. & r saving wanda on a mission, with this: wanda: “How'd you know you were bulletproof?" r: "I didn't. I just knew that you weren't."
Author's note: Thank you to the anon who requested this :) Not sure if this is exactly how you wanted it, but I had fun writing the battle (my first time!) Hope you don't mind I took some liberties ;) Takes place before Civil War.
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“You don’t have to be so mean to them,” Natasha tells her. 
Wanda's eyes narrow as she continues to fixate on you, her glare seemingly willing the daggers to find their mark. You can sense the energy of her powers tingling in the air, but she maintains control, stopping the daggers just short of their target.
“They need to know what they’re up against,” Wanda retorts, her accent slipping through in a rare moment. “If they’re going to be one of us, they have to prove themselves.”
Natasha moves to stand between you and Wanda, her body language calm but assertive. “They will, in time. But not like this.”
You can feel your heart pounding, but you refuse to let Wanda see any fear in your eyes. Your choice to leave your former life and join this team wasn't made lightly, and you won't be intimidated.
“I'm right here,” you say, stepping forward. “And I'm not going anywhere. If you want to test me, do it properly.”
Wanda smirks, and the daggers drop to the floor, clattering loudly in the silence. “Impressive,” she says, almost as an afterthought.
Steve Rogers, observing from the sidelines, steps in to defuse the situation. His authoritative presence commands respect, and his voice is steady and even. “That's enough for today. We're a team, and we need to start acting like one.”
He looks at you, his eyes filled with understanding but also a hint of caution. “However,” he continues, his tone shifting, “You'll still be sleeping in the cells.”
Your heart plummets, each word from Steve feeling like a blade to your chest. Being sent back to that room, devoid of windows, with only a tiny bed and a comforter too thin to ward off the chill, feels like a betrayal every time. You've spent nights there, shivering and reflecting on your decision to join this team, yet still, you find yourself confined.
“After several months of captivity, even cooking your dinner, you still don't trust me?” you ask, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice.
Steve's expression softens, but his resolve remains firm. “It's not about trust,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight of experience and pain. “We've been crossed so many times before, mostly by former HYDRA agents.”
Like you, he doesn’t need to say.
You understand the logic, but it doesn't make the reality any easier to swallow. The sense of being an outsider, the cold isolation of the cells—it wears on you.
Wanda, who had been silent up to this point, suddenly speaks up. “Maybe you should just leave then. If it's so unbearable, why stay?”
The room goes quiet. 
A thousand retorts spring to your mind, but you swallow them down, unwilling to escalate the situation further. The temptation to throw back that it's rich coming from her, considering she's also a former footsoldier of HYDRA, is strong, but you bite your tongue. 
You look at her, stunned by the bluntness of her suggestion, but also recognizing the challenge in her eyes. 
Her words strike deeper than she may realize. Leaving isn't an option you've entertained, mainly because there's nowhere for you to go. No one left in your life to turn to. This makeshift “family” despite their reservation and distance, is all you have.
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The days that follow are marked by a subtle but relentless isolation. 
In the training room, Wanda's partnership becomes more aggressive than usual. Her powers lash out without warning, her critiques sharp and cutting. You hold your own, but the lack of camaraderie is palpable. Each comment she makes stings, and with every barb, you feel more and more alone.
At meal times, the rest of the Avengers seem to be in their own world, deep in conversation, sharing stories, laughing. You sit at the end of the table, your presence barely acknowledged, a shadow among them. Your attempts to join in are met with curt replies or indifference. You try to brush it off, believing that you should be used to rejection by now. But no matter how much you tell yourself that you're accustomed to it, that you've developed a thick skin, the pain is still there, raw and fresh.
Mission briefings are no better. Your opinions and insights are consistently overlooked. You contribute where you can, but your ideas are dismissed without consideration. You are a tool, a means to an end, not a part of the team. The realization gnaws at you, festering in the pit of your stomach.
Casual encounters with the team become equally disheartening. Tony passes you in the hallway without so much as a glance. Natasha avoids eye contact. Bruce mumbles something noncommittal when you try to engage him in conversation. Steve's assignments are devoid of the warmth or encouragement he shows to everyone else.
Your cell becomes a constant reminder of your status, metaphor for how the entire team treats you. 
You’re both just a weapon and a first-aid kit at their disposal.
Wanda is relentless, her words sharp and her gaze cold. You have no idea why she treats you worse than any of them, why her manner towards you has turned so hostile. You don't understand why you get under her skin without even trying, why she seems to target you with a venom that feels deeply personal.
You were expecting that Wanda would be the one to understand what it feels like to be an outsider, given that you both share a common history as former HYDRA agents. 
As the days turn into weeks, the isolation wears you down. The walls of your cell seem to close in, and a growing determination to prove yourself begins to take hold. 
You'll show them all that you're more than just a disposable weapon.
But underlying that determination is a gnawing doubt, a fear that no matter what you do, it will never be enough to earn their respect, their trust, or their friendship. It's a lonely road, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if Wanda's earlier suggestion might hold some truth.
Perhaps it would be easier to leave.
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It’s not like you know the extent of your abilities, but they bring you along the most dangerous missions for one thing:
Your healing ability.
On top of your martial arts training, you provide a sense of security to your teammates, knowing that you'll be there to heal them if they get hurt.
Now, you find yourself on one such mission, infiltrating a den of underground supers. These aren't ordinary criminals; they're mercenaries hired to carry out the dirty work of high-ranking government officials. It's a treacherous job, one filled with unknown risks, and you've been paired with Wanda for the operation.
As you and Wanda are attempting to escape, things take a turn for the worse. You find yourselves cornered in an alley, your escape route cut off by a group of armed thugs and a few individuals displaying unnerving superpowers.
Wanda takes on those with special abilities, her eyes glowing red as she unleashes her powers in a flurry of attacks. You, on the other hand, focus on the armed assailants, wielding two-handed pistols with expert precision. Bullets fly, and bodies fall as you both fight for your lives.
But in the midst of the chaos, you notice something that sends a chill down your spine. Snipers, perched on a nearby rooftop, taking aim at Wanda. Even with your healing abilities, you know that a precise shot to the head would be fatal.
“Wanda, get down!” you shout, but she's too engrossed in her battle to hear you. Your mind races, knowing that you have only seconds to act. 
Without a second thought, you turn and run towards Wanda, your body moving on pure instinct. Bullets whiz by your ear, but you keep going, your focus solely on reaching her before it's too late.
You leap into the air, positioning yourself between Wanda and the snipers just as they pull the trigger. 
You hear the distant release of the bullet, muted but deadly.
The world seems to slow down as you brace for the impact, only to feel the bullets bounce off your skin.
You land, unscathed, your mind reeling from the realization that you're bulletproof. But there's no time to dwell on it.
Wanda looks at you, her eyes wide with shock but also gratitude. “How did you–”
“No time!” you cut her off, urging her to keep fighting. “We have to get out of here!”
Wanda's eyes flare with a vivid scarlet as she zeroes in on the snipers in the vicinity. With a flourish of her hands, she uses her powers to locate each of their positions. A pulse of energy emanates from her fingertips, reaching out to the snipers' weapons, and within moments, the firearms disintegrate into dust, leaving the men defenseless.
Seeing an opening, you reach for Wanda's arm, your grip firm but not rough. There's no time to waste, and you start pulling her towards the exit, half running, half dragging her to safety. Her breath is warm on your neck, her body close to yours, as you weave through the maze of alleyways, your heart pounding in your chest.
Once you're at a safe distance, Wanda turns to you. “How'd you know you were bulletproof?”
“I didn't,” you admit, still in disbelief, and much to Wanda’s horror that you almost got yourself killed for her sake. “I just knew you weren't. And if those bullets got to you, I wouldn't be able to heal someone who's already dead.”
Wanda stares at you, her eyes searching your face as if she's trying to see something… deeper. Her lips part, like she wants to say something more, something that's just on the tip of her tongue but won't come out.
That's when you realize that you're still holding her arm, your bodies so close that you can feel her heartbeat. A flush of embarrassment washes over you as you become aware of the intimate proximity. Wanda clears her throat, a delicate, almost shy sound, and you immediately let go of her arm.
The silence that follows your sudden step back is heavy and awkward. You can't help but glance at the spot where your hand had been moments ago, still feeling the ghostly sensation of her arm beneath your fingers.
You look at Wanda, and she's looking back at you, her eyes wide and filled with something you can't quite name. 
And then, without warning, Wanda starts to laugh.
It's a soft, bubbling sound at first, almost as if she's surprised by it herself. Her laughter grows, becoming louder and more contagious, and you can't help but stare at her, your mouth agape, wondering if she's lost her mind.
“What's so funny?” you finally manage to ask.
Wanda wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. “I was just thinking,” she says, her nose scrunching, something you haven’t seen on her and you find it quite… adorable. “You're like a shield now. As effective as Steve's vibranium one, maybe even more so.”
The absurdity of the statement causes you to finally join in her laugh, and your heart seems to flutter at the sound of Wanda's glee.
“I don't know about that,” you say, trying to sound modest but unable to keep the smile off your face. “Steve's shield has a bit more style.”
“Oh, I don't know,” Wanda teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “There's something quite stylish about being bulletproof. And practical too.”
Was that a compliment?
You shake your head, still smiling, your previous awkwardness forgotten. You're not only pleased at the first light banter you've shared with a teammate but also smiling at something else, something that stirs deep inside you and that you're not quite ready to confront.
Your crush on Wanda Maximoff.
-
The toll of the day's event is weighing down on you and Wanda, but like every mission, you're required to report the details of the mission–successful or not. Your muscles are sore, your mind is weary, but the mission was a success, and you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
Arriving back at the Avengers compound, you follow Wanda into the debriefing room where Steve is waiting. Wanda explains what happened, how you discovered your newfound ability, and saved her life. Her voice is filled with respect and something more, something warmer, as she recounts your bravery.
Steve's face lights up with pride. “You both did well today. I'm proud of how you handled yourselves out there.”
You exchange a glance with Wanda, waiting for something more, perhaps some acknowledgment of your change in status within the team, or even an upgrade to your sleeping quarters. But instead, Steve simply nods, his face turning serious. “Dismissed.”
Wanda's face falls, and you feel a sharp pang of disappointment. You start to retreat towards your cell, the cold, windowless room that's been your home for months, but Wanda's voice stops you in your tracks.
“Wait a minute, Steve,” she protests. “After all that's happened, after all Y/N has done for us, don't you think it's time for a change? A real room, perhaps?”
Steve looks between you and Wanda. You hold your breath, hoping for a reprieve from the isolation you've been feeling.
Finally, Steve sighs, his face softening. “Wanda, if it were up to me, Y/N would have their own room already. But it's not that simple,” he explains, his voice strained. “I still need to place an official request with Tony. He's the one who approves these things.”
You can hear the frustration in Steve's voice, and you realize that he's fighting for you, in his own way.
“Fine,” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “But this needs to be done quickly, Steve. It's not right.”
“I agree. I'll talk to Tony first thing tomorrow.”
As you turn to leave and retreat back to your cell, Wanda's hand on your arm stops you, and you look back at her, surprised by the action.
“Come with me,” she says. Without another word, she leads you towards her quarters. 
Your heart quickens at her words, and you follow her, trying to process what's happening. 
Is she really inviting you to stay in her room?
Once inside her quarters, the reality of the situation sinks in, and a nervous tension takes hold. Her room is filled with personal touches–little trinkets, photographs, her clothes all over the place–that provide glimpses into a life you've only seen from a distance. You feel like an intruder, momentarily paralyzed as you take in the intimacy of her space.
Wanda seems to pick up on your hesitation, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. A smirk plays on her lips as she teases, “Don't look so terrified. I won't bite.”
You chuckle at her remark. “Well, that's a relief.”
Wanda's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she moves further into the room, gesturing for you to follow. “Make yourself at home,” she says. She then goes to the closet and begins to pull out a spare pillow and blanket. “You'll be staying here with me until we sort out a room for you,” she says.
“Thanks, Wanda,” you say softly.
Without further comment, you move to make your bed on the floor, your movements deliberate and slow as you try to give her space and respect her privacy.
“What are you doing?” Wanda asks, her eyes widening as she realizes your intention.
“I'm just getting ready to sleep,” you explain, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I'm quite tired.”
“No, what are you doing on the floor?” she clarifies, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “You're sharing the bed with me.”
“I wouldn't want to impose,” you say, though the offer is tempting.
“You're not imposing,” Wanda assures you, her eyes sincere. “You've earned a proper bed, and I trust you.”
The word 'trust' hits you like a wave, and you feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes. 
Blinking them back, your voice cracks a little as you reply, “Thank you, Wanda. That means more to me than you know.”
“Good night, Y/N,” Wanda whispers, turning on her side to face you.
“Good night, Wanda,” you say, just as softly.
You both settle on the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda uses her powers to switch off the light.
The softness of Wanda's bed is worlds away from the harsh, unforgiving mattress in your cell. You find yourself sinking into the plush comfort, every muscle in your body releasing the tension from the dangerous mission earlier. The scent of Wanda on the pillows only adds to the incomparable comfort they provide. The difference is staggering, and it contributes to you falling asleep much more quickly than you have in a long time.
In the middle of the night, you're stirred awake by the feeling of Wanda rolling closer to you. Her arm finds its way over your stomach, and her soft snores fill the room. Being ever alert, the small action wakes you, but as soon as you realize it's just Wanda, a smile forms on your face.
You lie there for a moment, taking in the warmth and the gentle pressure of her hand. A soft blush creeps up your cheeks as you place your hand over hers to keep it there.
You've become more than just teammates.
You've become friends.
And maybe, just maybe, something more.
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randomoutsiders · 7 months
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Sleepy Reader cockwarming Tony while he’s working on stuff in the lab at like 3AM
i need me an arrogant asshole of a man </3
if you stay in this position any longer, you're sure to have lines to mar the span of your cheek, forged only by the rumpled fabric of the old tee that tony's wearing. fatigue is a heavy weight against your eyelids, and you're struggling to keep them peeled open as you wriggle atop his shifting cock.
he huffs, screwdriver in clattering against the glass desk when he drops it with exaggerated frustration. "was something lost in translation?" he gripes, wrestling himself away from you so that you're forced to maintain your posture, albeit it being slouched. "because if i remember correctly, you're meant to stay still."
pouting, your face drops. "you're moving too." you remind him, brows pinching together. "how come you get to move?"
his brows fly up to his hairline, and he rolls a tongue over his top row of teeth for a second, as if contemplating your answer. "what part about working did you not understand, sweetheart?" he fires back, fingernails scraping against your scalp when he weaves his fingers back in your hair and hauls you back against his shoulder. "you are all kinds of stubborn."
you blink, fatigued, against the soft fabric, not even trying to reign back yawn that muscles its way through. "lemme sleep already."
his dick swells inside you when you tighten sleepily around him, and he tilts his chin down to bury a kiss in your hair. "are you actively napping?" he continues to push. "you are missing out."
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imtryingbuck · 5 months
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Told you I’ll always come back
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~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: 4 years ago Y/n was Bucky’s fiancé and the team thought she betrayed them
Word count: 7,772
Warnings: angst. reader can teleport ~sorta~. reader also rolls her eyes like a trillion times. major character death. swearing. pregnancy. small mention of child birth. mention of cheating. tiny mention of sexual assault. mention of Sharon (I really need to get off the sharon-hate train) guns. gunshot wounds. sad all around
Translation: голубица - dove (if wrong please let me know)
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When Fury rang her begging asking for her to come back for one final mission, she agreed with a condition, she’d bring her old team with her. Fury accepted.
That had been two weeks ago.
Landing back in New York brought back many memories, some good - some bad and some she wish she couldn’t remember.
“Hi can you take me to Avengers Tower please?” Getting into the cab she tried desperately to calm down her nerves.
The sky was a visual of her emotions.
Dull.
Standing outside the huge impressive building she felt like she was going to be sick. It’s been four years since she was last here.
“Hi I have an appointment with Director Fury at 12” 
“That’s fine, take a seat and I’ll let him know you’ve arrived”
“Thank you” She didn’t listen to Haley the receptionist, choosing to stand instead.
Fury came down not three minutes later with a small smile on his face. “I’ve missed you - no touching I know”
“Let’s get this over with Nick. Sooner the better”
The man knew not to try and annoy her anymore so he lead her to the elevators, going up.
Her stomach squeezed tight at the sight of her former team huddled on one side of the table, with their back to her.
“Take a seat” Fury whispered in her ear.
The moment that they saw her they were already shouting out their protests, she ignored them and listened to Fury by taking a seat to sit in.
“Calm down everyone. Now!” Fury slams his hand on the table causing everyone to fall silent. “Now, Y/n has agreed to help us with a missi-“
“We won’t work with her Fury.” Steve interrupts.
“You have no other option. No one else will or can help other then Y/n”
“We’ll just do it ourselves” Tony shrugs.
“No. This is happening, if none of you can play nice then you’ll be sacked.”
“You can’t sack us” Steve says with a scoff.
“I can and I will. Now Y/n I sent you over the details of what we’re up against, did you read it?”
“Yes”
“Your team, have you briefed them on everything?”
“Yes Fury, and yes they’re happy to help”. She rolls her eyes at Tony who mocks what she had just said.
“You said in the email that you’ve already paired people up from both teams, do you want to share it?” Like her Fury completely ignores Tony’s childish behaviour.
Sliding over a piece of paper towards her former boss and friend she continues to talk “When you see them in training and you don’t agree with my decision feel free to change it-”
“Oh we will do sweetheart”
Once again ignoring Tony “You said that my team will be allowed to stay here, in the tower?”
“Yeah Peppers done your rooms up herself, you should be grateful”
Turning her head towards the man she saw as a father figure not that long ago “When I see her I’ll give her my thanks.” Sighing she addressed the rest “You have a problem with me, so you will take it out on me. Not my team, but me. Do not think for one second that just because of our history together you can treat my guys like shit. They’re good, hardworking fighters. Fury we have two weeks to train for this mission and if I find out my team isn’t being respected or treated fairly I will not hesitate to pull them and myself out, is that understood?”
Fury’s eyebrow raise as he nods “I completely understand Y/n, welcome home”.
“My team will be here tomorrow at 12, I’ll see you then”.
“Don’t you want to know what room you’re going to be in?” Fury asked.
“No, I’m not staying here.”
“Where?”
“Not here. See you tomorrow Fury”.
Making a beeline for the elevator she takes her leave, it’s once she’s outside of the building she gasps for air.
After her shower and nighttime routine she climbs into bed, her head was throbbing but all she was hoping for was a good night sleep.
It didn’t happen.
“Tony splash me with water one more time you’ll regret it!” She laughs.
“What are you going to do huh?”
“I’ll-I’ll smash up all your vinyl albums”
“Okay okay I’ll stop”
•••
“Steve wait up I’ve only got little legs”
“Sorry.”
“Can’t you just carry me?”
“Nope, come on we’re nearly there.”
•••
“Y/n will you marry me?”
“Yes, Bucky I’ll marry you”
•••
“Natty get your bum out of bed”
“Don’t want too”
“Okay, I’ll come and cuddle with you”
“Yess!”
•••
“Y/n it’s an emergency come quick”
“Sam what’s happening?”
“Come!”
She walked in on Tony fast asleep on Bucky’s shoulder.
•••
“Wand I love you, I’m gonna marry you instead of Bucky”
“Y/n/n your drunk”
“I know”
“Why you sad for?”
“I don’t know”
•••
“Bruce turn into Hulk so I can beat him up”
“Why do you want to beat him up?”
“Because… leave me alone”
•••
“Thor guess what?”
“What?”
“Your so beautiful and I hope you so much happiness”
“La-Lady Y/n,give me a hug”
•••
Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of-
Gasping for breath, she sat up in bed. It’s been almost two years since she last had a dream turned nightmare about her former team.
The red numbers on the clock stated it was 4:33 in the morning, laying back down she grabbed the remote and turned on the telly, there was no way she was getting any more sleep now.
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Getting to the Tower a little bit earlier, she sat in her car waiting for her team to arrive. An hour later a text message popped up from her colleague and confidant stating they had arrived she got out of her car.
Greeting them all and introducing them to Fury who said to her.
“You could of come inside you know”
“I didn’t want to” Leaving him to sigh in response.
Introductions between both teams were done and it was straight onto business.
“So what powers do you lot have then?” Tony asks.
“None. We’re all human, Marley’s a witch though” Douglas your closest friend replied.
“Oh. So why are you here if you don’t have abilities?”
“We follow Y/n wherever she goes”
“Why? She’s a tra-“
“Tony enough” Fury interrupted. “Now on to business, the organisation going by The Lords have been on our radar for quite some time now, recently they’ve been getting more cocky” Fury turns around to face the screen, image after image of buildings up in flames, innocent people covered in blood, dead bodies littering the streets were shown to them. 
“We need to have them stopped. In just over two weeks they’ve planned to attack a government base, but we’re going to be taking the fight to them.”
“How?” Colleen - the woman who saved Y/n’s life ten years ago - asks.
“We’ve got their location-“
“Why don’t you just get them” Douglas nods his head to the team on the other side of the table “just to drop a bomb on the bad guys?”
“We need them alive so we can question them”
“Okay… but why all this man power?” Marco says.
“What is it with you lot always asking questions” Nat says with an eye roll.
Y/n sighed, looked at Fury “Marco has a point but I already know the answer, so I’ll be the one that fills him in. We should probably start the training, everyone knows what this missio-sorry I need to take this”. Getting up she answers her phone “Hi baby-“
Bucky hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her from the moment she sat down. Her hair is so much shorter than it used to be, it suits her. A long jagged scar went across her cheek was new, he wondered how it happened. Seeing her sit there hands placed in her lap, her shoulders tensed up and a blank expression on her face makes him conflicted on his emotions towards the woman he was planning on spending the rest of his life with.
His heart tinged with sadness when he saw the small incrusted diamond ring with two small love hearts sitting on her finger, the finger his ring for her use to take up residence.
He wishes he could take her hand in his so he could rub his thumb over her knuckles, just like he use to whenever she was in that position as he knew it meant she was uncomfortable.
But he knew she didn’t have the right to his affection anymore not after she betr-
His thoughts are cut off as she stands, bringing her phone to her ear, greeting the person on the other end of the line with “Hi baby”.
A scowl made its way onto his face. Not that he had any right to do so.
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“How are you? And don’t say you’re okay because I know better love” Douglas’s rough Scottish accent comes from next to her.
“I’m… I’ll be fine Doug, the sooner we’re done with this the sooner everything will be okay”
“Yo-you don’t have to do this, me and the team will tak-“
“Don’t. Everything will be fine after I’ve done this Dougie, you and the guys will be fine.”
They sit in silence. Doug didn’t like the plan she was going through with but he’s known her for years and knows she isn’t going to change her mind.
After training with the Avengers Y/n left, despite Fury telling her to stay and have dinner with them. Douglas left straight after the awkwardness of dinner was done, and being the only person who knew where she was staying, he headed straight there.
She brought this house for her and Bucky to live in after they retired, which they both agreed would be just before they married.
The home was beautiful, four bedrooms with two bathrooms, a large living room, kitchen with a pantry off the side of it, dinning room, an office that she had already planned to turn into a man cave for him. Two car garage, backyard was huge with a beautiful willow tree - as soon as she saw it she knew she had to have the house.
Bucky never knew about the house, she wanted to surprise him. It never happened obviously, and with a heavy heart she rented the house out.
The previous renters contract was up a month before she got the phone call from Fury, and there was no way she was going to stay in the tower. So she went to the place she wanted to call home.
“Have you spoke to them?” Doug asked breaking the silence.
“Yeah, driving Fran up the wall”. She laughs causing him to join in.
“She loves them though” He chuckles.
Nodding with a soft smile, “You should get back it’s getting late, I’ll see you tomorrow”
“You’re right” Standing up he pulls her into a hug, kissing her forehead he whispers “Don’t push me away love, not now”
That night she had the same dream as the night before, waking up at the exact same time again.
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A week had been and gone, training was going good for both teams; apart for her. None of the Avengers held back, her body throbbed and ached after each session.
Today was the only day where Fury had to step in, seeing Y/n struggle against Wanda’s powers, he had to stop it.
Wanda had Y/n pinned against the wall and slowly dragging her up it, the whole room went quiet. The Avengers moved closer to the redhead whilst Y/n’s team moved closer to her.
“Mar-Marley don’t!” Y/n managed to rasp out to her friend. 
Marley though small was deadly, her powers being similar to that of Wanda’s “She’s crushing your chest!” She shot back.
“I-it’s ok-okay”
“Wanda put her down!” Fury demanded.
“No. She’s a traitor, she betrayed all of us”
“Wanda!” Fury started to get nervous for the woman being pinned to the wall.
When Wanda’s eyes shot towards Marley, Y/n grew scared. She didn’t want either one of them hurting each other. “Marl-Marley stop! T-that’s an or-order!”
“She’s hurting you. And she’s lying!”
“No she isn’t. She’s a traitor” Tony shouted.
“Admit it and I’ll let you go голубица” Wanda smiles.
Even with the pain of her chest being crushed it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the pet name slipping from her former best friends lips.
“Admit. It. Y/n.” Everyone aside from Wanda flinched at the sound of Y/n’s ribs breaking.
Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, hard enough to draw blood. She wasn’t going to give Wanda the satisfaction of seeing or hearing the pain she was going through. She held Wanda gaze, both women refusing to backdown.
“D-Doug…ge-get Marley out of h-here”.
She sees in the corner of her eye Douglas struggling to pull Marley with him. “If the little girl wants to play, let’s do it” Wanda says breaking eye contact with Y/n to look towards Marley.
“No! N-no don’t!”
“Admit it then Y/n, admit to your team that you’re nothing but a liar and a traitor” Wanda screams.
“It wasn’t her!” Fury shouted, taking in a shuddering breath afterwards.
“What?” Steve’s eyes bounce from Y/n to Fury.
“She wasn’t the one who betrayed us.”
“Liar!” Wanda screams again just as she brings Y/n’s body away from the wall, throwing her back into it.
“I’m not lying Maximoff! Now let her go!” Fury shouted.
“Sh-she betrayed u-us!” Y/n’s heart broke at the sight of the tears filling up in Wanda’s eyes.
“She didn’t lass.” Douglas says as he still struggles to gain somewhat of control over Marley. 
The hold on Y/n was released as she drops to the floor gasping for air. Her team run straight over to her as well as Fury who looks over at the other team with disappointment in his eyes.
“I-I’m okay” Y/n mumbles before succumbing to the darkness. 
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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dr Cho asks when she sees Y/n trying to get out of the bed.
“I need to le-leave”
“You’ve just had your breast bone fractured and several ribs broken Y/n. You need to rest”
“I’m leavi-“
“No you’re not love, you need to stay” Douglas speaks from the doorway.
“I-I need to speak to them, it’s six”
“You need rest soldier, come on I’ll even stay with you, it’ll be like old times ay?” He smiled softly at the woman he respected more than anyone.
“Bu-“
“No buts my sweet girl, back in bed now” He gives Helen a nod before climbing into the bed with Y/n. “Get some rest love, I’ve got you”.
The next day Y/n wakes up in an empty hospital bed. Removing the wires from her, she stands up and carefully puts her clothes back on.
She crept out of the room and down the corridor, knowing exactly where she needed to go.
Hearing the raised voices coming from the briefing room, she took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling.
“-your concern Scottie”
“It is when the witch tries to kill my friend”.
“Friend” Bucky scoffs.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“I see the way you look at her”
“Don’t be stu-“
“Doug stop.” Y/n says as she walks in.
“What are you doing here? Your meant to be resting”
“I’m fine”.
Marco pulls out a chair for her, gesturing for her to sit smiling at the woman who saved his life time after time.
“I’m going to say what I have to say then I’m leaving, don’t worry Nick my team will still help”
“What about you?”
“I’ll be there, can’t exactly back out of a deal now can I?” Fury’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion and Bucky noticed Douglas tensing at her words.
Sighing deeply, she closes her eyes “Sit or stand I don’t care but here’s the truth- I was the one that did betray you. I’m not sorry either”
“Y/n stop lying!” Fury says.
“…fine. It was Sharon.”
“That’s a lie!” Steve shouts.
“No it’s not. You see Steve, she was fucking you but she wanted your best friend. She wanted me out of the way, I didn’t even know that you lot were branding me as a traitor until Hydra found me several months later. Oh and I also killed Sharon”.
The Avengers sit there searching their memories from four years ago, and sure enough everything they were told was by Sharon.
“Wait what do you mean you killed her?” Steve asks.
“I put a round of bullets into her head, she was there with Hydra when they came knocking” She shrugged.
“But th-then that means you didn’t betray us?” Tony wheezes out.
“I’m many things but I’m loyal to a fault”
“I’m so-“
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear any apologies. Not from any of you. Fury I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you on the day of the mission.”
Leaving the room before anyone can say anything she heads back to the house.
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*Four years ago.*
The nausea was driving her insane, she was on her way back from a mission with a handful of SHIELD agents who could hear her gagging in the back of the quinjet. Nothing was happening for her though.
“Talk to Cho and see if it’s something you ate or something” Lucas said to her as she came and sat down.
“Yeah I might”
And she did just that, getting off the jet she headed straight to medical bay. Telling Helen all her symptoms the nurse tells her to undo her suit and lay on the bed.
“What the hell is that noise?”
Chuckling “That’s a heartbeat, wait no there’s two. Look-“
“What? How?…What?” She always wanted to be a mum but Bucky thought he couldn’t have children because of what Hydra did to him.
“Two strong hearts, you’re having twins Y/n congratulations darling” Helen beams.
It’s only as she was zipping her suit back up she noticed the small prodding bump. Smiling she walks through the corridors subtly touching her stomach as she goes, reaching the common room she sees her friends - her family.
“Hey, where’s Bucky?” She’s asks.
“He’s in your twos room” Steve says with a smile.
“Okay thanks” Reaching the door to hers and Bucky’s room she didn’t realise that the team had followed her, with a smirk on their faces.
Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of Bucky’s bottom half covered by the quilt moving back and forth and Natasha underneath him with her arms around his neck.
Natasha was the first one to see her, with a smirk playing on her lips she taps Bucky’s shoulder making him look at the doorway. His face completely void of showing any resemblance of emotion.
The team honestly expected Y/n to say anything, something, but not a single word comes from her mouth.
Instead she vanishes into thin air. The only sound for them to hear was her engagement ring clinking off the floor.
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*Seven months after.*
Y/n did the most cliche of things, by moving to the middle of nowhere. She had a three bed cottage with acres of land.
It became her sanctuary. The one place she felt at peace, at home.
Most nights she didn’t sleep and if she did she was plagued by the images of Bucky in bed with Natasha. Tossing and turning throughout the night with silent tears streaming down her cheeks, the only thing that she had left in this world was her unborn babies and Roxy the fox that would come to see her every night.
At 8 months pregnant with the twins she was huge. She didn’t know what she was having, nor did she have a scan, which did sadden her. Luckily for her though the pregnancy was going smoothly. 
It was turning ten o’clock at night on a Thursday, she knew something was wrong when Roxy hadn’t showed up. The hairs on her arms stood to attention, Y/n could feel the air changing - becoming toxic.
“Little pig little pig I know you’re in there” A loud rough voice came from outside.
“Whatever you’re selling I’m not buying” She shouted back.
“Not selling anything sweetheart, you’ve got something that belongs to us.” The voice says again causing her to roll her eyes.
Creeping as much as she possibly could with an 8 month pregnancy bump towards the window leaving her to mutter out a quiet ‘fuck’ as she sees the two dozen men outside, armed and ready for a fight. Rolling her eyes once again at the symbol embroidered on their chest of the suits they wore.
Hydra.
She hated that she just couldn’t snap into thin air, more than ever right now. She had tried it a few times - like the time she ventured out in public to go to the store, and she was standing there in the middle of isle three when she had an accident. The most humiliating thing she ever endured. Trying so hard to disappear even as she tried to helped the young woman who worked there clean up her mess.
Even after she left the store without her things she walked as fast as she could to the beat up jeep she had, trying desperately to get it to work, nothing happened.
For weeks after that event she kept trying but always failed. It had only happened once and that was many years ago now, it was when she was shot in the leg. Her emotions were all over the place, she was only fourteen. It hit her that it was because of the twins she couldn-
“Come on Y/n you’ve got no where to run, you’ve got no one to help you, just co-come out”. A new, familiar voice was now heard.
Y/n squinted her eyes thinking of a way to not only protect her babies but the woman who had been her friend for years, the woman who she thought and believed had been abducted by Hydra and was being used to get her.
“Sharon? What are you doing here? Long time no see huh”
“Y/n they promised that they won’t hurt us, just come out”.
‘Think. Think. Oi don’t kick me right now. Come on and think’ repeating softly to herself as she looked around the room. Of course her home was littered with all sorts of weapons and ammunition but she didn’t want to be the first one to shoot just incase Sharon got caught in the crossfire.
“You’ve got five seconds to come out willingly before we start shooting. We don’t need you alive little pig just need that special little thing you stole from Hyd-“
Sharon’s safety wasn’t a priority anymore, not now that Hydra thinks her babies belonged to them. He gets cut off with a bullet in between his eyes.
“Let’s go boys” She shouts as bullets zoomed through the air one straight after the other.
Bullets tore their way all throughout her home, destroying everything she had built for herself and her babies. Holes littering one side of the home.
“No no no not that vas- goddamnit!” She mutters as her favourite vase smashes into tiny little pieces. “Now it’s personal”.
One by one the sound of heavy gunfire became more quieter, until there was only two guns firing.
She grimaces as a bullet skimmed her cheek, she readied herself to shoot again when a bullet was fired.
“Y-Y/n are you hit?” Sharon shouts.
“No, it took you long enough to help out Shaz”
“I’m coming in okay”
Y/n moved away from her position, moving towards the fireplace mantle to pick up a photo of her parents that had been hit when the door came open.
“How did they get you? Are you hurt?” Y/n says with her back to Sharon. “I’ve missed yo-“.
A gun clicking from behind her stopped her words from coming out. Sighing with an eye roll she continues her task of trying to get the glass out of the picture frame. “What are you doing Sharon?”
“What’s so important about you? Why does everyone always want you huh?”
“Hell if I know, nothing special about little ol’ me it’s quite annoying really”.
“What was Simon talking about?” Sharon questions.
“Who the hell is Simon?”
“The leader, the first one you killed”
“Oh him, I’m not sure. Didn’t he tell you when he abducted you?” Y/n could see a glimpse of her friend through the broken glass, gun ever so slightly shaking as her arm starts to tremble.
“They didn’t abduct me, I’ve been working with Hydra for over a three years now.”
It took her by surprise hearing that “Fair enough” is all she says.
“Yep, I told the Avengers that you turned rat and was betraying them and they all believed it”
“Silly twats, aren’t they?” Y/n chuckles.
“Turn around. Slowly and put your hands in the air” Sharon demanded.
“And wave them around like you just don’t care” Y/n sings, as she slowly turned around and raised her hands.
Sharon audibly gasped and stumbled backwards “Yo-you’re pregnant…”
“No shit Sherlock”
“Whose is it?”
“Bucky’s but don’t tell him it’s a secret” She winks.
“You bitch!” The blonde screams “you’ve taken my life!” She starts to pace back and forth, eyes bouncing from the gun to Y/n’s stomach.
“Not yet I haven’t…” Y/n whispers.
“I love him you know! But no he wanted you, you had him and I had to settle for Steve. And now, now you’re having the love of my life’s baby!”
Despite the situation she was in Y/n couldn’t stop the sharp tang in her heart at the sight of the tears gathering in her friends eyes. But just to be a bitch she corrected the blonde “Babies, plural”
“Y-you’re having twins?”
“Yep”
Her throat tightened as she sees Sharon’s finger squeezing on the trigger, both sets of eyes shot straight to the gun as it jams.
It all happened so fast, Y/n grabbed the gun and using the handle to smack Sharon in the face, causing the woman to fall on the floor screaming in pain. Y/n walked past her to leave her home when Sharon’s hand wrapped itself around her ankle and pulled her to the ground. Sharon was up first out of the pair and was straddling Y/n back, gripping her hair in a tight vice she raised Y/n’s head before smacking it down. Again and again and again.
Sharon finally gets up kicking Y/n’s side in the process. “I’m going to do the thing I should of done years ago, you ruined my life-“
The blonde gets cut off when Y/n kicks her legs out from underneath her, causing her to fall back down.
“You’re fucking crazy you know that Sharon, Jesus”. Ever so slowly she manages to get up, her hands going to her belly “All this for a man? You’ve really lost your bloody marbles Shaz!”
“It’s Bucky! I love him” Sharon screams.
“Yeah well so did I until I caught him fucking my best friend!” She screamed back.
The pain and confusion flashed over Sharon’s face “No, your lying”
“I’m not. God I wish I was, but nope caught him fucking Natasha”
“He wouldn’t do that to me!”
“You? He was engaged to me, you absolute weirdo. Sharon just stop alright, it’s over I’m done. You want him so badly have at him! I don’t, I don’t want to fight you anymore, so please get up off my floor, stop crying and leave.”
She watches as Sharon picks herself off the ground, who then stops as they both hear that one sound Y/n had been dreading.
Her waters splashing onto the floor.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me” She whispers to herself as she looks down at the sight.
With Y/n distracted she didn’t see Sharon standing fully or her running towards her.
The punch to her stomach caused her to stumble backwards, the punch to her cheek that had been sliced open by the bullet from earlier caused her to flinch. The pain in her abdomen intensified as she sees Sharon bending down to grab the gun.
“Told you I was going to end th-“ Sharon says just before she’s cut off with a bullet in between her eyes.
Whether it was because of the pain to her aching body or at the fact she was just made to kill someone she thought was a good friend, her finger wouldn’t stop pulling on the trigger.
Even after the gun kept clicking.
“Stupid bitch you could have just left but no you had to be a cunt” Y/n shouts at the dead body laying in her living room.
Dropping the gun, her hand went in between her thighs, bringing her hand back up her heart dropped at the sight of blood.
Slowly walking to find her phone she dialled the number of the one person she trusted more than anyone in this world.
“Hi love, we’ll b-“
“Doug I-I need you. Babies are comi-“ She cuts herself off when a scream tears its way out.
“We’re on our way!”
“H-hurry.” She says just as she drops the phone as she slides down to the floor.
Doug and Fran arrived as fast as they humanly could. Both of their hearts dropped to the pit of their stomachs when they saw all the bodies lying in her front yard.
Running inside they see the body of a blonde and Y/n, legs open as she births her baby.
“Love we’re here, Doug get towels quickly” Fran’s frantic yet soft voice says.
“I-it’s the second one” and that’s when the ringing of adrenaline fades and was replaced by a cry, when they look to the side they see the tiny body of baby number one.
Neither Fran or Doug moved as they watched their friend deliver her second baby. Neither one of them could wrap their heads around the strength Y/n showed time and time again.
It shouldn’t have surprised them really.
“T-this one’s a girl, what about the other one” Y/n asked, voiced laced with tiredness.
“A boy, he’s a beautiful baby boy” Fran smiles as she picks the still crying baby up, handing him over to his momma.
“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Y/n’s eyes move from her babies to the couple in front of her.
“R-really love? You want to name them after us?” Doug asks with tears in his eyes.
“Of course, you’re their godparents after all”
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*two months before Fury rings her*
Y/n makes her way through the busy streets with her head down. She can’t stop the eye roll when she notices the two agents following her.
Slowing her pace she waited for the inevitable to happen.
As the agents got behind her a black van comes skidding past, the sliding door comes open, a sack is placed over her head and she’s pushed in.
“Do you guys want me to act scared or what?”
“Shut up”.
“Feisty”
After a while the van comes to a stop and she’s all but dragged out of it.
When the sack was removed her eyes dart around, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time, she’s in an abandoned warehouse.
“Ah Ross, so good to see you. You know if you wanted to see me so badly you could have just called” She smiles at the man.
“Wanted to surprise you Y/n”
“Oh yeah no I noticed, I was so surprised I didn’t see it coming…notice the sarcasm?”. Her head tilts to the side at the sound of footsteps “Hi Fury”
The man gives her a curt nod “Y/n”
“Wanna tell me why I’m here?”
“We have proof that you weren’t the rat, you can come back to SHIE-“
“Absolutely not. I’m fine in doing what I’m doing now thanks, can I go?”
“Y/n you’re a mercenary-“
“It pays the bills” She shrugs.
Fury shakes his head at Ross when he tries to continue, “You didn’t seem so surprised when he mentioned a rat, why?”
“Bit slow aren’t you? Let me guess the one that betrayed you was…Sharon? Yep I knew, um three years ago? Yeah something like that”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Didn’t think you lot deserved the truth so, can I now go?”
“We need to tell the Aveng-“ 
“No. Don’t, look let’s just keep everyone thinking I turned rat okay? It’s the best for everyone.”
Both men look to each other before slowly nodding. “It’s so great to see you Y/n” Fury says as he tries to pull her into a hug.
Stepping back she puts her hands up “I don’t like being touched nowadays, so no touching but it’s great to see you too Nicky”
“I told you not to call me that. See you” He chuckles and making his exit.
“We need to talk Y/n” Ross sighs once the pair are alone.
“About?”
“Your old team” 
Her heart stops.
“W-what about them?” She knows exactly what it’s about.
Rubbing his hand over his face, he looks at her with sympathetic eyes. “The officials want you all to pay for what happened that night”.
“We was set up Ross! Right from the get go, it was all a fucking set up!”
“I know, Y/n I know. I tried telling them but they won’t listen to me” He speaks earnestly.
“Why aren’t they going after John?”
John Cooper, a name she hasn’t heard or spoke of or thought of for over ten years now. He was Y/n’s handler for a year, he made her go out and find people who was at the top of their game. She didn’t know why but she did as she was told to do, finding the best of the best.
Douglas - best snipper in the army. Helped that he could fight like a beast.
Marco - best hacker she had ever seen, fighter, built like a brick wall (secretly a cuddle bear).
Colleen - she saved Y/n’s life when she had been cornered in a dark alleyway neither her or her attacker saw the knife coming. No brainer.
Marley - a young girl at the time was an experiment Y/n stumbled on, she didn’t have the heart to leave her and when she saw what she was capable of doing, she brought her on board too.
Then there was Hank - the biggest mistake she ever made. He was ruthless and conniving, she thought it would work well in her favour until they all heard screaming and they saw him pinning a seventeen year old Marley to the wall and was trying to shove his hand into the girls trousers. Y/n didn’t hesitate to put a bullet into his skull, catching Marley as she fell.
John said they needed another person but she refused. There was no way she was going to bring another person in, not after what had happened.
Their mission was for them to break into a government base and download all the information off the computers, when they got there, there was dead bodies of workers.
Pulling back Y/n ordered them to leave, the moment they stepped back outside they were surrounded by the military, FBI and even SHIELD. 
That was the night she met both Ross and Fury.
“Y/n he’s dead, died in a Mexican prison seven years ago.”
“Oh…”
“I need you to tell me the locations of all four of them”
Chuckling softly, “that’s not going to happen Ross and you know it.”
“No I know-“
“If I give them me, confess to murdering all those people, tell them l was the only person that did it, will they leave them alone?” She asks desperately.
“But that’s not tr-“
“It doesn’t matter what’s true or not Ross. Will they yes or no?”
Closing his eyes he whispers “yes”.
“Let me make one phone call and I’ll come with you, right here right now”.
“That doesn’t need to happen. I’ll need your help soon, you help and I’ll make sure you get a fair trial”
“My old team walks. Free and clear, no one comes after them and I want it in writing Ross.”
“Deal.”
Shaking hands she walks back over to the van, hopping in “take me back from where you kidnapped me from”.
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*Back to the present*
The first thing she did when she got into her car was FaceTime Fran who answered after a few rings.
“Hey”
“Hi, Doug told me what happened you’re supposed to be resting Y/n/n”.
“I’m fine,honestly. Where’s my little terrors?”
Laughing Fran calls for the twins, Y/n couldn’t stop smiling when she heard their feet’s pounding on the floor shouting for her.
“Here, talk to momma - I’ll talk to you after okay missy”.
“Of course. Hi babies”
“Momma” they replied in unison. To see them brought a smile to her lips, her heart ached with the need to hold them in her arms.
“Guess what bubbas!”
“What” Logan asked.
“Momma loves you both, so so much!”
“I wuv you mama” Harlow screams down the phone, making her and Fran laugh.
“Logie aren’t you going to tell me the same?”
“I wuv you momma so so so so so so much” His little face beams.
They were truly the perfect mixture of Y/n and Bucky. Logan had Y/n’s eyes whilst Harlow had Bucky’s, Harlow had her fathers smile and Logan had his mommas. The mannerisms of the pair were the exact same as their parents.
She spoke with them for close to an hour, them telling her all about their fun filled day. Saying goodbye to them pained her, she hated saying them words to her babies. Speaking with Fran for a bit she ended the call and went back to the house.
In dire need of sleep.
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The rest of the week passed, Douglas visiting her most days and telling her that the team of superheroes wanted to see her to apologise, nothing was ever said back to him, leaving him hoping that things were different. 
It was the day of the mission, she rang Fran so she could speak to her babies one last time. She left the house and headed back to the tower.
“It’s important that everyone knows exactly what the plan is. Nothing can go wrong”. Fury speaks from the head of the table. “Anyone want to saying anything?”
“Yeah, Y/n I’m so so-“ Wanda tries to say.
“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over and done with, my guys- are you ready?”
“Yes boss” All answer.
“Well, good luck everyone”.
On the quinjet ten minutes later, awkwardness filled the air as both teams sit on opposite sides. No words are spoken other than the pilot saying they were taking off.
Exactly three hours twenty-five minutes and 13 seconds - she timed it - was how long it took for Tony to say something, to be honest she was shocked it took him that long.
“Y/n can we talk?”
“If it’s an apology I don’t want it, it mean’s absolutely nothing to me. If it’s about the mission, then yes we can talk.”
“We need to apologise Y/n/n”
The nickname coming from Sam’s lips make her flinch. “I don’t want it nor need it.”
The quinjet fell silent once again.
That was until Bucky broke it. “I never cheated on you”
Everyone noticed the flash of pain in her eyes, “what?”
“I never slept with Nat, we pretended in order to hurt you, ba-Y/n we believed that you betrayed us”
“Believed Sharon don’t you mean.”
“We-I didn-“
“Awesome.”
“What?”
“I think it’s funny that instead of asking me and oh I don’t know believing me, instead you all believed a desperate blonde who had to settle for the man who still pines after her dead aunt, it’s quite absurd to me really.”
“We didn’t know what to believe Y/n. You’re the one that killed Sharon s-“ Steve speaks and ultimately gets cut off.
“I only killed her because I had no other choice!”
“There’s always a choice” He spat back.
“You’re right. But that night I didn’t have one, I wish it wasn’t but she left me no choice!”
“Why did you do it?”
“Pilot how long do we have long left?” They all look baffled by her change of the subject.
“We’re nearly here Miss”.
“Thanks” turning to look Bucky directly in the eyes “when this is all over Doug can explain it to you, end of discussion.”
The quinjet lowers to the ground and everyone takes their leave, just as Y/n walked past Douglas she slides two things into his pocket before gripping his hand and smiling towards him, he squeezes her hand and leans over to place a kiss to her temple.
Bullets fly freely, smoke fill their lungs, grunts and screams are heard. Pushing forwards they all work as one.
They had only been there for less than an hour before the remaining members of The Lords surrender.
After all the intel was gathered, the prisoners on board, they hear the sound of another jet.
“What the hell?” Tony asks.
The Avengers watch as Y/n gives each of her team a lingering hug - who all apart from Douglas looked confused.
As she gets to Doug hugging him too, she whispers something into his ear that even the two super soldiers couldn’t hear, pulling back they stand to attention and salute one another.
She says nothing as she passes them and up the soldiers who put handcuffs on her.
“What the hell just happen-“ Bucky stumbles out but is cut off when the jet carrying the woman who he was still very much in love with inside exploded.
Marley screams and the sound breaks Douglas’s heart, he grabs the woman who he’s always seen as his daughter in his arms as well as Colleen who falls to her knees. Marco stands there with his dark brown eyes not moving away from the still falling parts of the jet.
The Avengers, they all have silent tears streaming down their cheeks, none of them know what to say or do. They’ve just witnessed the person who at one point they trusted more than anything, the person they all betrayed just die.
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Douglas walks past them all with both women in his arms and walks straight up the ramp with Marco following behind.
When everyone’s on board the quinjet they see him sitting in the seat Y/n was occupying.
“The day she walked in on you fucking her best friend she found out she was pregnant. The night she killed Sharon, Hydra had showed up at her home wanting the babies, that scar she has-had on her cheek was from a bullet graze, Sharon tried to kill Y/n - caused her to go into early labour. Y/n killed Sharon because she had no other choice, hell she even gave the blonde bitch an out. When me and my wife got there she was in the middle of delivering her second baby.” He shakes his head sadly “the reason my best friend is dead is because of us” pointing to himself and the other three “she made a decision to leave her babies behind just so we didn’t get given the death penalty”.
Douglas pulls out the items Y/n had put into his pocket, her ring - the one with two love hearts that represented her twins, and her dog tags that also had two smaller tags with the twins names, date of birth engraved on them.
“James, she made me and my wife adopt the twins. She knew exactly what she was going to do when Ross talked to her about their deal, she said it was okay for us to let you see them. But please don’t think for one second that you’ll be able to take them away from us, because pal even if you are a super solider I’ll still kill you.”
Bucky sits there with tears in his eyes, “what’s their names?”
“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Doug tells him with a smile.
“Ca-if it’s okay with you and your wife, can I meet them?”
“You won’t try anything stupid?”
“No, god no of course not!”
“Then yeah that can be arranged.”
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For two years Bucky sees the children he didn’t know existed until two years ago.
His heart dropped to his stomach when Douglas took him to the house that Y/n had brought for them to live in after they retired. It became the warm loving home for Douglas, Fran and the kids.
Bucky did retire, the day after he lost the love of his life and met his children for the first time, and not only that but he also brought the house next door.
He formed a great bond with the couple who let him see the kids whenever he wanted - which was now every day since he moved next door.
The bond he had with his children was now unbreakable. Everyday he was reminded of what he lost and lost out of just by looking at their adorable little faces. He loved them so deeply, loving them at its purest form. He wishes more than anything that he could go back in time and redo everything all over again, but since he can’t he continues to make up for lost time.
He’s sat in the living room with the kids, Doug and Fran when a knock comes from the front door, he watches as Doug goes to answer and truly didn’t think anything of it.
“Hi babies” A warm voice says.
“Momma!” The twins scream in unison.
Shooting up from were he was laying on the floor building with the Lego set Steve brought Logan, he watches his kids jump up and run over to Y/n who instantly picks them up.
She’s alive. She’s standing right in front of him. His chest tightens. She’s really here.
“H-how?” He whispers but she hears it.
“You’ve been doing so great with them, I’ve been watching” she smiles.
He walks slowly over to her as she puts the kids down and he doesn’t hesitate or think about it before he smashes his lips to hers.
“I still love you Y/n/n”
“I still love you Bucky”
The kids squeal and jump in circles around their parents as Doug and Fran hold on to each other. 
Y/n pulls away from the man she still loves after everything and picks up her big babies.
“I told you I’ll always come back”
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brnesblogposts · 22 days
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his cinnamon girl
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pairing bucky barnes x reader
based on real events..
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Bucky closed the door softly behind him putting his keys into the bowl on the side table, the apartment eerily quiet. Either you were asleep or doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing he usually found to be the case.
However, when he approached the kitchen the sight before him made him smile, you sat on the floor in front of the oven on your phone completely oblivious to his presence as you had earphones in, he approached you taking an airpod out which caused you to jump a little.
“JESUS, BUCKY” Clutching your chest.
“Doll, why are you on the kitchen floor?” He raised a brow and had a small smirk on his face because this was just so funny to him.
“I am waiting for the light on the oven to go off that tells me it’s hot enough and then I can put the cinnamon rolls in” You didn’t move from your spot, glancing back to the oven every now and then. Bucky crouched down next to you with a stupid smile on his face.
“What??” You turned to face him sensing his judgement “Can’t a girl sit on the floor while the oven preheats” You sigh dramatically and turn back to the oven as he laughs.
“i’m the luckiest man in the world.” Is all he says in response before standing back up, “i’m gonna go shower, you enjoy sitting on the floor baby” He laughs as he leaves the kitchen, earning an eye roll he doesn’t see from you.
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By the time Bucky gets out the shower you’ve moved to the couch, “Ah my girl can sit on chairs after all,” He smirks as he approaches you.
“I was going to share my cinnamon rolls with you but not you’re not getting any” You huff dramatically which only makes him move to wrap an arm around you and kiss your jawline.
“Forgive me?” He has the poutiest face ever and it’s hard not to smile at him which makes him smile back at you and now you’re two smiling idiots in love.
“Fine.” You say while smiling and gazing at him, to this he places a soft kiss to your lips and the two of you sit there in silence for a few minutes before you get up, much to Buckys disappointment.. to get the rolls out of the oven. You return to the couch with two rolls on two plates for each of you, “Bon appetite!” You grin before digging in as Bucky follows.
As he sees you enjoying the simplest thing that is a cinnamon roll he is overwhelmed with love for you, the ring sitting in his coat pocket on the hook by the front door never feeling so right.
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jeonstellate · 7 months
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chaos inferno — ember ii
himiko meets two eternals, who promptly recruit her to stop the emergence.
✶༄ platonic!eternals x nb!original character
✶༄ no warnings available for this ember
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Thinking back on what exactly ADONIS told her, Miko certainly was to blame for making assumptions about the visitors in the lobby. The AI never told faer they were for her, so fae shouldn’t’ve assumed the visitors were her friends — especially if fae wasn’t expecting any visits from them in the first place.
Since fae was already there, the receptionist just advised her to take off faers face mask — if she wanted to appear more presentable than fae currently was — before heading over. Miko thought she had made them wait long enough, so faers royal blue bathrobe, black cat ears hairband, and black slippers (minus the white face mask) would have to do.
Miko would just have to hope they don’t spread her lack of professionalism on faers day off.
"Thank you for waiting," fae opted to announce her presence in an appreciative manner, especially since the rest of faers introduction would be in an apologetic tone. "I apologize for my outfit, I wasn’t really expecting to go down the lobby today."
"It’s alright," the man accepted her apology immediately. "Thank you for meeting us on your day off. We really appreciate it."
She mentally took note of his accent before replying, "Of course." Fae shifted faers eyes to the woman next to him, racking her brain for any instance that fae had already met or seen them before. "Do you mind telling me your names?" Truthfully, they didn’t radiate anything that she could consider alarming, but she knew it was the best to be on guard either way.
"Not at all," it was the woman who spoke up — also with a similar accent as her companion. "I’m Sersi and this is Ikaris."
Fae confirmed then that she had never met nor heard about them before — at least not by face nor name. She nodded in acknowledgment, "My name’s Miko, but I know you already know that," then dismissively waved faers hand to signal that fae was about to change the subject. "What can I do for you, Sersi and Ikaris?"
Miko gestured for the two to sit back down, as she situated herself on the adjacent sofa. "We need your help," Ikaris started. "The world is ending and we need your help."
"I—" Miko stared, a little unsure on how to react properly. "I don’t doubt that since the world seems to do that often, but," she stopped short, thinking of the best way to express faers next thoughts, "how did you know? S.H.I.E.L.D. nor the Avengers—"
"I’m afraid the Emergence is not within S.H.I.E.L.D.’s nor the Avengers’ expertise."
"Then whose?" Fae questioned, "Yours?"
"Yes, ours." Miko didn’t like the feeling she got with Ikaris’ emphasis, but fae couldn’t pinpoint why. "The Eternals."
A part of her wanted to ask who came up with the name and the reason behind it, but fae ultimately decided against it. If the world was approaching an end as they say, then they certainly have better things to do. "Pardon me, but if it’s your — the Eternals’ — responsibility this time, then why contact me?"
Sersi and Ikaris looked at one another before the former responded, "You’re one of us, Miko."
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Miko remembered the time when gods and aliens were just characters from fictional works.
Fae doesn’t remember much about faers younger days, but fae is fairly certain her teenager (pre-S.H.I.E.L.D.) self would’ve scoffed at present-Miko for believing that they actually exist. Even more so if she tried to convince faers younger self that she is an immortal faerself.
"Hold on," Miko shifted faers sitting position, "I get that Eternals are immortal superheroes with a mission to protect Earth from Deviants, A-K-A alien monsters. My life has been weird enough that I can’t even doubt that part. Also the part about you being Eternals . . . I believe that, too, since I can’t really dispute the whole levitation and transfiguration thing. However, the part about me being an Eternal . . . How do you expect me to believe that?"
No one can really blame Miko for being highly skeptical. After all, everything Sersi and Ikaris claimed seemed conveniently tied to the fact that she couldn’t remember anything from faers childhood through her early high school days. (Her lack of memory was not something the media knew, though, so fae wondered how they knew that.) According to them, her earliest memories were centuries far from being faers first ones. According to them, faers actual earliest memories should be older than Ferdinand Magellan’s circumnavigation of the world; around the time farming was still relatively new to humans. According to them, the reason why fae can’t remember anything that hints at her immortality is because she contracted a disease — Mahd Wy’ry, they called it — that essentially forced faer to give up all her memories in exchange for living a ‘normal’ life. However, before her memories were erased, fae apparently made a request to their leader — Ajax, the leader of Eternals at the time — if her immortality could be stripped away as well, so Miko could finally be a human as fae always wanted and grow up.
"We didn’t," Ikaris answered truthfully, his eyes immediately reverting back to their neutral state after displaying a hint of adoration as they look at faer rambling. "We knew it would be difficult to convince you, given that you have all your memories as an Eternal wiped."
"Does that mean you have prepared other methods to convince me?"
"Not necessarily," it was Sersi’s turn to reply. "We did hope you would help us still, for the sake of humanity."
"That’s not enough," Miko informed them. "I don’t work with people I don’t trust."
"Then let us show you we can be trusted."
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saiilorstars · 7 months
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Love, Ours: The Girl from the Stars
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Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC
Story Summary: One-Shots/AU collection of Seren and Steve outside of their fics (Darkest Before Dawn, Alignment, etc.).
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He was on a steady mission.
Rescue as many people as possible, and definitely rescue Bucky.
Two things. Two not-so-simple things.
Still, it was fine. Steve had somewhat of a game plan in his head. He ran through the HYDRA base, stealthy and quickly, taking down soldiers left to right. He freed the prisoners down in the literal dumps and cages and was on his way into the hallway when he heard two collective voices, one familiar and the other unknown. The first one was repetitive and very familiar; a monotonous recital for memory.
"Barnes, James Buchanan. Sergeant.
32557038…Barnes, James Buchanan. Sergeant."
Steve couldn't run any faster. He followed the voice of his best friend into a room and sure enough, right at the center was none other than Bucky Barnes, lying on a metal bed looking like he'd been through hell and back.
Bucky was in bad shape but not enough not to recognize his own best friend. "Steve?"
Steve was already pulling him up and off the bed. Alarms were raging around them and Steve was sure that at any moment, the whole factory would go off in some bomb if the inmates did as they were told. "I thought you were dead…" Steve said and pulled Bucky with him out the room. The latter had to lean on Steve for full support.
"I thought you were smaller…" Bucky mumbled distractedly. His nose scrunched, along with one side of his face. He couldn't set his mind clear enough just yet. Way too many things had been pumped into him just that day. But the fact that Steve had pulled him into the ruddy hallway helped clear some of Bucky's senses. It was then that he realized how now. Steve was actually helping him right now. "What happened to you?"
"I joined the Army." Any other moment, Steve would've hoped that he made a good joke, but not right now.
Right now, there were so many things happening. They were everywhere—
The second voice that Steve had heard just minutes before finding Bucky was still going strong. It was only then that Steve finally realized it was a woman screaming her head off.
There were cages everywhere and barely any light to guide them, but even then Steve was not going to give up. Leaving someone behind was never the plan and most certainly not if there was a lone woman in the facility. He had not seen a single female inmate nor soldier on his way into the place.
"Hey, Buck, do you know who's that yelling?" Steve tried his luck for any help finding the woman in the place.
Bucky shook his head languidly, feeling just a tad dizzy at the moment. "Some…girl, I — they — they used her — the experiments—"
Steve didn't understand half the things that came out of Bucky's mouth, but he still nodded in acknowledgement. It didn't take rocket science to deduce the woman was also part of the cold experiments being done in the facility.
They followed the source of the noise and it turned out there was only one cage with one remaining inmate inside, only this inmate was very different. Where all the other male inmates were kept like cattle all clumped in a cage, this woman had her entire upper body encased in a straight jacket like she belonged in a psych ward. She was relentlessly banging the straight jacket against the metal of her cage, screaming in a kind of language that Steve didn't recognize.
She saw them coming her way and immediately backtracked, retreating into the corner of the cage. She was dead silent now, watching Steve like a hawk as he pulled the cage door open with his hands.
Something was up for sure.
She instantly recognized the other man leaning against the bars of the cage. He was one of the few who managed to survive the horrid experiments. If he was free, then…
She made a run for it, or rather tried, because only three steps forward she nearly fell. Steve made to catch her but she managed to balance herself on her own, though it still proved to her that she was not strong enough to leave on her own.
Dammit. She met Steve's gaze, swallowing hard, as she waited to see what he would do.
Steve was on a clock. He could not waste a second, so he went forward. "I need to take that thing off you, alright?" He nodded at the straight jacket around her body. "I'm going to get you out of here," he promised. "But we gotta hurry."
The woman's eyes once again flickered over to Bucky. He was weak, but free. Her eyes shifted back on Steve and then, a moment later, she nodded. Steve still approached her cautiously but as soon as he was within arm's reach, he ripped the straight jacket off her and then yanked her arm with him towards the exit.
The woman was stunned with his strength and in it that he managed to bring not only her but Bucky as well like it was nothing. They were doing more or less fine until their escape way got blocked by the series of explosions that rocked the entire building. Their only escape was a lone catwalk that seemed on the verge of breaking loose as well.
It was also there that they saw — or rather Steve met — the head of HYDRA himself, Johan Schmidt. He missed the way that both Bucky and Seren seemed to cower at the sight of Schmidt.
Schmidt taunted all three of them, but no one more than Steve given that they shared similar versions of the serum. There was something his assistant was holding onto — a gray silver box — that seemed like the utmost importance with the way he gripped it to his chest. When they made their escape, the woman tried going after them, but the moment she stepped foot on the catwalk, Steve yanked her back.
She frowned at him, seemingly about to say something, when he told her absolutely not.
"They're not worth it — right now," he said quickly when her expression changed to incredulity. Of course he wanted to take them down, but the priority at the moment was to make it out alive!
"The thing's gonna go down," Bucky remarked as he eyed the catwalk. He could hear the groans and creaks from it. "Let me go first," he told Steve, eyes briefly flickering to the woman between them. "Make sure it's safe."
Steve agreed somewhat, preferring to do it himself but the idea of leaving either Bucky or the woman behind didn't sit well with him either. Neither option was ideally suitable. They had to do with what they had.
Bucky climbed on the catwalk first, taking slow steps. He was halfway when he heard a creak much too loudly for his taste. He froze for a minute, arms on either side of him, waiting until it calmed down. From the other end, Steve watched anxiously. Finally, Bucky continued and so Steve had no choice but to send the woman next.
"I'll be right behind you," he told her, meaning to help her climb on. She recoiled her arms away from him, startled. Steve wasn't surprised. Her entire appearance showed the face of someone who had been prodded way too much. With the fire's light, he saw the fresh and old cuts lining her face and arms. Not even the dirt could hide what she'd endured.
She would not trust strangers.
Steve did what he could and just motioned her to step on. She did so then, albeit slowly, and still with suspicious (green?) eyes.
She walked slightly easier than Bucky, however it was still clear that she lacked a significant amount of strength. Her legs wobbled and at some point they buckled halfway through. She was only a few feet away when the gantry started groaning again, this time harder and longer than before.
Bucky heard her soft gasp, and saw her eyes widen with fear. He was confused when she tried to jump up, rather than towards the end of the gantry, like she wanted to literally fly out of there. "Jump here!" He called to her, motioning the spot he stood in.
Her brows pinched for a slight second, and then she tried jumping up again. With one final sigh, she made a run for it and jumped towards the end of gantry. Bucky managed to grab her arms and helped her land the rest of the way. She fell on her side, breathing heavily. Her whole body hurt, leaving her steady on the ground for another moment.
Bucky had jumped to his feet the moment he heard the gantry again. It had collapsed down, disappearing into the pool of fire below, and leaving Steve stranded on the other side.
Steve was already looking for another way out, though he quickly realized there wasn't one. "Just get out!" He called to Bucky.
"No!" Bucky said incredulously. "Not without you!"
Steve looked around one more time before deciding his only way out. It was stupid, and probably wouldn't work, but at least if he tried and failed he wouldn't die without having done anything.
The woman sat upright then, both she and Bucky watching as Steve backtracked many steps. He made a run for it.
~0~
It was chaos coming out of the facility. Between bombs and bullets, there was no clear way of telling who had made it out and who hadn't. It wasn't until they all caught up in the first clearing — at a decent distance from the base — that the numbers began to make sense.
Steve had a good memory. He recalled the men he helped escape and was glad to see that they had managed to liberate even more men afterwards. They were all in dire need of medical attention, not to mention in a severe state of hunger, but they were all alive. They were just about to set out back to the camp when Steve noticed one ex-inmate was missing from the group.
"The woman — where's the woman?" He began to look around, calling out for someone to tell him where she'd gone.
"Think she wandered off…" One of the men called.
"What's her name!?"
"No one knows," Bucky said.
"How'd she even end up there in the first place?"
"No one knows," another man repeated like Bucky. "She was already there when we got there."
Steve looked to Bucky for confirmation. The latter nodded. He told Steve that the woman had been in her own solitary cage throughout their stay and was brought into experimentation very often.
Steve accepted that as a truth given the substantial cuts he'd seen on the woman earlier. He ventured to the outside of the clearing, hoping to catch her nearby. The last thing he wanted was for any surviving HYDRA agent to find her first.
Luckily, he found her sitting in front of a small lake. She was dowsing her face with water when she heard his footsteps behind her. Immediately, she looked back at him and that was the first time Steve got a real look at her.
Now that her face was free of dirt, he verified her big green eyes, plump cheeks, and pink lips. Her long golden brown hair was still knotted and dirty, something she seemed to remember as she quickly looked back at the lake and began throwing water at it. She ran her fingers through it as best as she could in the absence of a hairbrush.
Steve didn't know how to approach her, but he also knew that they couldn't risk lingering there. They had to get out of there fast. "Hey," he called, swallowing nervously, "We, uh, we really need to leave…" But the woman kept thrusting water to her hair, not sparing him a look. Steve stopped, remembering the way she had been screaming when he found her. It hadn't been in a language he recognized. "Do you speak English?" The question tumbled out of his mouth. It would make sense if she didn't. HYDRA didn't care about nationality when it came to their experiments. Any breathing creature was viable in their eyes.
"You speak in another language…" He assumed with her silence. He took a step towards her. "What is it? I…I don't know what to say—"
The woman finally looked back again, and very clearly spoke. "I speak English." Steve stayed still for a couple seconds. In those seconds, she stood up from the ground, revealing herself to be an average sized woman. "I do speak English, but you'll understand that for a very long time now I haven't been around real humans."
Steve nodded, slowly getting back from his nerves. "I'm…I'm Steve Rogers."
The woman regarded him for a moment, although that silent period gave Steve an ample sight of just how exhausted she seemed to be. He didn't miss the subtle wobble of her feet. She was weak and needed medical attention, just like the rest of the men.
"My name is Seren," she said, clearing her throat (an act that seemed to hurt her judging by the hand that flung to her throat right after). She let out a breath, fingers rubbing her neck.
"You're hurt," Steve said, "We should get you back to the camp. We can take care of you there."
Seren let out another breath, this one shaky. "I…I need a lot…" But it seemed to be getting harder for her to speak, like she was growing breathless. "Those animals…they…pulled a lot of my…"
Steve was already rushing forward when her legs buckled. "I got you! I got — Seren? Seren!" She'd fallen limp in his arms, totally out cold.
There was no question about it now, they needed to get back to camp as soon as possible.
~0~
It was quite the scene coming back to camp. Flooding it with old and newfound soldiers wasn't something anyone at the camp had expected. Their day had been designed to create letters for the dead, but now they readied to tend to their wounded.
Steve had made sure that Seren had been left in good care with the nurses, and hoped that when she woke up, she would be better. He then met Colonel Phillips to turn himself in. When that resulted in a sharp 'no', he moved onto priorities.
He had a lot of intel from the HYDRA facility, along with what Bucky had to say. There were plenty of more bases they needed to hit and now they had to figure out a way to go after HYDRA. It was then that they began to hear some commotion outside. It took them a few minutes to realize it was coming from the infirmary.
Steve hurried out of the tent and saw a couple nurses coming out of the infirmary tents, either angry or frightened.
"What is the meaning of this?" The Colonel barked at the group. Beside him, Peggy Carter was eyeing the infirmary, intently listening to the commotion. Her brows raised when she heard the only female voice she didn't recognize.
Steve had heard it as well. "It's Seren!" He rushed towards the ward, leading Phillips, Peggy and a few other soldiers in the process.
Seren was wide awake, fighting off a series of nurses and even soldiers who were recuperating and trying to hold her down. "STAY BACK!" She frantically yelled at them and pushed her way forward. She easily pushed the men away, sending them toppling over their beds. Nurses were thrown across the tent, hitting other medics and others, unfortunately, hit important medical tools.
"Seren!" Steve exclaimed and rushed forwards.
"I SAID GET AWAY!" Seren shoved Steve like he was just another soldier and then bolted from the infirmary. Phillips and Peggy quickly got out Seren's way just as she ran past them and out of the camp.
Steve was disoriented on the ground for a moment. Nobody had managed to pull him down like that, at least not since he'd taken the serum. Hearing the cries outside helped him snap out of his moment and hurry outside.
"Go after her!" Peggy ordered him as soon as he was out, although with great concern for the sight. Peeking inside the infirmary, she was startled with all the nurses and soldiers on the ground. The small woman and done all that?
Steve listened to Peggy's orders and ran after Seren. To his greater surprise, Seren made quite the run into the woods. The only reason he could catch up was because of the serum — another strange blow from Seren in general. Everything about her was strange so far.
"Seren! Seren!" He stopped in a clearing, out of breath, and looked around. "Seren—"
She had come out of nowhere and rammed him down to the ground. Steve was wide-eyed, absolutely stunned, with the woman on top of him.
Seren didn't waste another moment. "I am not going back there!" She pulled herself up, glaring daggers at Steve. "You'll have to kill me before I go back!"
"What—?" Perhaps it was the instinct in him, but the moment Steve saw Seren's legs shift he seized her right ankle and tripped her. He'd apologize later for the face-first landing. He quickly got up from the ground. "Seren—!"
Seren yelled and turned herself on her back. "I'M NOT GOING!" She balled a hand into a fist, although not a second after she did she growled at herself. Something wasn't working.
"I'm not your enemy, Seren! I'm your friend!" Steve wanted to help her up but every time he leaned down she tried kicking him.
Seren ultimately jumped to her feet and, warding Steve off with her hands in front of her, she backtracked. Steve's gaze fell on her feet and watched as they stumbled every second.
"Seren, you need medical attention—"
"I said NO!" She screamed through gritted teeth. "I am not letting any more people cut me open! I'll ki— ah!" She had backtracked into a tree.
Steve had stopped trying to reach for her when she spoke her last words. His eyebrows knitted together, mind racing as he replayed her words over and over…until he understood. "You're afraid of doctors," he realized.
Seren said nothing but her glare spoke volumes. She used a hand on the tree to support herself.
"Seren, it's okay," Steve raised his hands in front of himself. "I get that fear. You have no idea how much I get it. You don't have to be afraid here. If anything, with what you did back there, the nurses and doctors will be the ones who need attention. Please, come back to the camp with me."
"No," Seren said, hard, and seemingly backtracked around the tree to hide herself. "I'm not — no one is t-touching me again."
Steve heard the way her voice cracked and sighed. "HYDRA experimented on you, didn't they?" It was the only explanation for her exceptional strength. Seren lowered her head. Steve took it as a sign of shame. "Hey, they're the bad guys here, not you, nor anyone else they ever put their hands on. Whatever they did to you, they're gonna be sorry for it, I swear."
Seren's eyes lifted for a moment. "They didn't experiment on me."
"What do you mean?" Steve frowned. "They — that's what they did to so many people, my friend included. You remember him?"
Seren nodded. "He's the one they experimented most on. I would know, I was their source of power." Her dry smile led Steve to the conclusion he never thought about.
"Wait, you — they experimented on people using you?" Steve didn't recall Bucky mentioning that part at all. Then again, poor Bucky barely remembered what happened in the experiment rooms. "H-how — why? You're…but you've got the strength — you put me down. Nobody's been able to do that. Are you enhanced?"
Seren seemed to consider her answer and in it made Steve go through the craziest of theories. He was close to begging for the answer.
"No, I'm not enhanced…" Seren let out a shaky breath, "I'm naturally strong. It's, uh, one of my abilities."
"But you just said you're not—"
"I'm not from here."
"You're not," Steve agreed with that on the spot. "When I first saw you, you were screaming in a different language. I don't think I've ever heard it. Definitely didn't sound like anything I've learned about. Where exactly are you from?"
Seren pursed her lips and then, very slowly, she raised a finger above her head, pointing up at the sky. Steve looked at her a moment then the sky…and then her…and then the sky.
"But that's…" His mind was beginning to race again. His deep confusion caused a laugh, a laugh that he had no idea how to handle. He swallowed hard and met Seren's waiting (and patient) eyes. "You're not actually saying that you're…"
"From space? Yes, I am," Seren had spoken in a very different language, one that Steve had never heard of. And to further prove her story, she held a hand out and put all her might into conjuring something…
Steve was absolutely stunned when colorful sparks flew from Seren's fingertips. They were the smallest sparks and lasted all of two seconds, but it happened. His mouth fell open.
Seren was breathing heavier again, whether it was from nerves or her depleting health was unclear. She gripped the bark behind her to keep herself on her feet. "I had the misfortune of crashing and injuring myself right in front of a stupid HYDRA base. They captured me with no effort. That was last year."
Steve snapped out of his trance and shook his head. "Last year?" Seren nodded. "So all this time you've been a prisoner of HYDRA?"
"Prisoner, prime experiment guinea pig, take your pick. Once Schmidt figured out I wasn't human, he kicked it up a notch. Zola — his little scientist — did everything in his power to learn what I was."
"The cuts…" Steve's eyes fell over Seren's body. Her arms were exposed and so were the deep cuts and stitches.
"They're insane. They want to make alien hybrid soldiers to win your war." Seren's eyes shined with tears. "Using me for every ounce of power I have. So no, I will not go back to a camp full of more soldiers, more doctors, and more needles. I'd rather die right here."
"Well then I guess we're going to have to disagree with each other," Steve said, and did something quite strange. He lowered himself to the ground and sat down, eyes never leaving Seren.
She was frowning at him, confused with his tactic. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to sit here and wait."
"Wait for what?"
"For you to pass out. And when you do, I'm going to bring you back so you can get proper medical attention."
Seren's frown turned into a deep scowl. "I will not pass out."
"And yet, you seem like you need to sit down for a moment." Steve's gaze flickered to Seren's hand on the bark. It was shaking and little by little, her entire body came to lean against the tree.
Seren exhaled with a shaky breath. "I don't like you, Steve."
"I get that a lot," Steve said, smiling widely at her. "It stopped hurting a long time ago."
Seren seemed on the verge of breaking down. She was exhausted, her body hurt, and she just wanted to—
"Where are you from?" Steve asked all of a sudden.
"I already told you—"
"You told me you were from outer space. I'm asking where from."
Seren had slowly slid down the bark until she was sitting on the ground, clutching her stomach. She hated that it was getting harder to stay awake.
"C'mon, throw me a bone," Steve said, and laughed at her reaction.
"Why would you want me to throw you a bone?"
"It's a figure of speech. It means, give me something please. I've never met anyone from a different planet."
"And you don't seem very frightened either," Seren observed. "You're either really dumb or…just plain weird."
"I'm a little of both, actually." Steve felt a spark of pride when he saw the brief smile that marked Seren's face. When she did that, she seemed even less threatening. "C'mon, talk to me."
Seren shook her head slowly. "Celessia. That's the name of my planet. I was born there. It's…quite far from here."
"And it's just you here?"
"Mhm, I was on a mission. It hasn't gone well. My mother…she probably thinks I'm dead by now. Time runs a little different the further in space you are."
"I'm sorry, but maybe we can help you get back. The camp—"
Seren shook her head. "Once your little camp knows what I am…they're going to do to me what HYDRA did. I will not go back to that."
"We are not HYDRA," said Steve sternly. "We don't hurt the innocent, and you Seren, are another victim. We would help — I would help you. But you gotta trust me."
"These days, I can't trust anyone."
"Trust the men you were locked up with," Steve said, "My friend Bucky? You said you knew him better."
"Sort of. It's not like we chit-chatted during the experiments…"
"But you still trusted his judgement when you came with us. Have I failed you yet?"
Seren swayed her head until it made her dizzy.
"Seren, you're hurt. More than that, you need to rest."
"I can heal fast. It's just taking longer because of how long I've been locked up."
"Even then, you should still let somebody take a look at you. How about we compromise?"
"What'd you have in mind?"
"We get one nurse to look at you, outside of the infirmary ward." Steve had a feeling that even if she wasn't traumatized from HYDRA experiments, the medical world wasn't something Seren was a fan of. The heavy fear and alarm she carried every time he mentioned a nurse or a doctor was proof enough.
Seren pulled her legs close to her chest. "How do I know they won't study me like a lab rat once they figure out what I am?"
"Because I won't let them. And you can trust me, I swear it."
Seren continued to breathe hard, and soon it became like a chore rather than an instinct. The fact is she knew she couldn't remain out there on her own. HYDRA used her but they tended to patch her up every now and then to keep her alive.
"I'll have a nurse, and then another woman with you, if that makes you more comfortable." Steve was pulling himself up from the ground. "And I'll be right outside if anything happens. Sound like a deal?"
Seren watched him approach her, instinctively trying to lean further away but the tree was still right behind her. Steve stopped in front of her and held a hand out.
Almost begrudgingly, Seren accepted his hand and allowed him to pull her up. As soon as she was up on her feet, she fell forwards. Steve caught her and helped her stay standing.
"You're very weak, you need to rest," he told her, turning with her to walk. There was no way she'd let him carry her.
"They…they injected me…many times…" Seren said breathlessly.
"With what?" Steve asked her, eyeing her worriedly. He hadn't asked Bucky because he barely remembered. Seren's memory seemed intact.
"Many things," Seren replied. "Ever heard of the Tesseract?" She looked up at him and saw his blank face. "Figures."
"What is that?"
Seren sighed. "We have a lot of things to go over."
But that would be when she woke up again.
~0~
Steve and Peggy Carter stood over Seren's bed, watching the latter finally rest (even though it'd been induced). As it turned out, Seren was heavily afraid of doctors and nurses. Even with them in the tent, it was a struggle getting Seren to cooperate. Finally, her own exhaustion caught up with her and slowed her anxiety until she eventually fell asleep. It had been several hours since then and many things had begun to happen.
Before falling unconscious, Seren agreed to Steve's request to divulge her background and that was exactly what he did. Peggy couldn't believe her ears.
She stood with her hands on her hips, eyes blinking several times, gaze glued on Seren. "You mean to tell me…that woman…" She barely lifted a finger to point at Seren. "She's a…" She couldn't bring herself to say it. Instead, she looked at Steve waiting for him to take it back.
Of course, that didn't happen.
"After everything, this really shouldn't be the tip of the iceberg for you," he said.
"I think…" Peggy's voice was more than incredulous. She shook her head. "They captured an alien! HYDRA actually captured…an extraterrestrial. Do you know what this implies? HYDRA is much stronger than we previously thought."
"I agree," Steve nodded. "Which is why we should thank the heavens that Seren seems to be on our side. At the very least, she's got a grudge against HYDRA. We need her with us."
Peggy didn't seem as convinced and it showed. "Steve, I…" She shook her head. "She took down a whole ward of medics and beaten soldiers!"
"She was afraid — she is afraid of medics, Peggy. Everyone has fears, even aliens."
"If she has that kind of strength, what makes you think she won't turn on us?"
"I trust that she won't," Steve said, plain and simple, despite it leaving Peggy with a gaping mouth. "I talked to her, Peggy, and I didn't get the feeling that she would willingly harm someone. She was traumatized, just like the rest."
"Steve, you talked to her for all of 5 minutes out there. You still don't know what kind of person she is."
"You guys took the chance on me, so why can't we do the same again?"
Peggy didn't seem to like the question because she had no answer to it. She came out with something different instead, but it was technically still an answer. "How would you even explain this to the higher-ups?"
"With all due respect, I don't think it's so much as explaining as it is being logical," Steve said, and just as Peggy turned to him incredulously, he explained it in the simplest terms. "She—" he nodded over at Seren — "can take the whole camp down, no questions asked. She's been weakened by HYDRA but at her healthiest, she gives me a run for my money. Plus, she's got knowledge that we don't. We'd be idiots to let her go."
Peggy's mouth opened several times but she closed it each time, unsure what to say. Finally, with one look at Seren, then at Steve, she responded. "Well, I certainly don't like looking like an idiot." Steve started to smile. "But you," Peggy pointed at him, "are in charge of informing the rest."
Steve nodded, agreeing to the terms. Something told him that he would have the best way of explaining things to everyone else.
~0~
When Seren woke up, she was no longer surrounded by the nurses and doctors — well, technically one nurse but it had still felt like there were a dozen of them. Instead, she woke up to find Peggy Carter sitting beside her bed.
Seren vaguely remembered the woman and began to look around. The tent was empty save for them two. "Where's—?"
"Steve is with the Colonel," Peggy said like she knew exactly what was running through Seren's head. "He asked me to sit in for him but he's been here every minute, I promise."
Seren warily eyed Peggy and the latter didn't miss the way she clutched her blanket.
"It's alright," Peggy said, "You can trust me too."
Seren continued to stare at the woman nervously. Peggy knew that words would mean nothing to a woman who had been tortured, poked and prodded for over a year. Actions would speak louder.
"Our medics said that you were making a fine recovery," Peggy said, offering her brightest smile. "They were astonished with your healing rate. It's on par with Steve."
"I'm supposed to heal quicker than I am…" Seren said, clearing her throat. Hearing it, Peggy rose from her seat and walked over to a table full of different medical tools. She missed Seren stiffen behind her. "But I…I've been weakened for so long that I…" She watched as Peggy rummaged through the table for something. "I…my body needs more time to heal…" She cleared her throat again, and for a moment wondered if she was good enough to make a run for it.
Peggy then turned around with a bottle of water. Relief washed over Seren's face as the woman neared her bed again, holding out the water bottle.
"We assumed the same," Peggy said, none the wiser about Seren's entire panic. "But no worries. We're confident you'll be good as new in no time. Thirsty?"
"Um…" Seren had no choice but to nod. She took the bottle from Peggy and took a small drink (though Peggy didn't miss the subtle sniff Seren took of it before drinking). "When's Steve coming back?" Seren asked again, deciding to forego the bottle altogether.
"Soon," Peggy assured her and sat down again. "He's just talking out details with the Colonel."
"About me," Seren muttered. " I can't imagine how that conversation is going. The only reason I'm here is because Steve swore that I would be safe here."
"And you are," Peggy agreed. "No one has stepped in here since you were brought in. Steve is making sure that we're all on the same page. He thinks you can become a good ally for us."
"An ally?" Seren raised an eyebrow. "So you only want me here to fight for you."
"Is that what you think?" Peggy flashed Seren a strange smile, like she wanted to challenge the latter's presumptions. Whatever it was, it worked.
Seren shrugged meekly. "I've met a lot more terrible humans than good ones so far."
"Mm," Peggy's hum was that of consideration. She held her chin and nodded, her eyes never lifting off Seren's. "And so you think the same terrible humans are right in front of you?"
"I don't know you," Seren said, making it simple and plain. "And now after helping me heal, you're telling me you want me to fight for you."
"Not fight for us, fight with us," Peggy corrected, dropping her hands on her lap. "Our world is at war with some really terrible people. People that want to oppress us. What they did to you and all the other soldiers is what they will no doubt do to everyone else."
Seren lowered her head. Her hair fell over her shoulders and in front of her face.
Peggy stared at her for a long minute, studying every movement Seren did, no matter how small or subtle. She began to see what Steve meant. Seren didn't seem like a bad guy, not when she looked so genuinely afraid right now. She looked like someone caught in the middle of a war…just like the rest of them had.
Peggy looked around the room and then suddenly got up. When Seren heard her steps, she looked up and immediately watched what Peggy was going to do. Her heart rate went up for a couple seconds until confusion flooded her as Peggy returned with a hair brush.
"May I?" She motioned with the brush.
Seren's brows furrowed. "What? Wh-why?"
"I should think it's obvious why," Peggy came around the bed. "There aren't many women around here and after your stunt with the nurses, it might be hard finding you some proper clothes but I'm sure we can make something up for you. Sister solidarity. Ever heard of it?"
"I don't have sisters," Seren said, straightening up in bed. "I'm an only child…" She tentatively reached for the brush but Peggy went ahead and started brushing the back of her head.
"My apologies if I pull," she said, "It's a bit, uh, knotted…"
Seren scoffed. "You're being kind. HYDRA isn't known for its hair care. I look like a rat."
Peggy couldn't help the laugh that slipped from her. She quickly apologized and cleared her throat, moving on. "We're heading to the city today. You being awake makes it easier to transfer."
"The city?" Seren blinked. "I-I don't want to—"
Peggy was quick with the brush and strategically turned Seren's head away from her, forcing the woman to be still. "Steve collected some important intel on HYDRA, and with the other captured soldiers' testimonies, we're building strategy plans. You're welcomed to listen in."
"I don't know, I…I have some things to do…"
Peggy raised an eyebrow at that. "What kind of things? Steve said that you crashed here, implying you're new to the, uh, planet." It was so strange talking like that. Peggy wasn't sure if she'd get used to it.
Seren licked her lips (which were very chapped). "I…I did," she agreed. "And being imprisoned for a year sort of backtracked my plans. My mother — she must think I'm dead. I have to find a way to communicate with her."
"The SSR can do anything to help you, and we do have a man who is, quite literally, a genius," Peggy said. "We have him working on the bits of HYDRA weapons we managed to acquire."
"Weapons?" Seren's eyes widened. She flipped her head in Peggy's direction, utterly alarmed. "N-n-n-no! They can't — tell him they're going to get hurt! They don't understand what HYDRA's done! They've—"
"Carter!" Colonel Phillips himself strode into the tent. Immediately, Seren jumped off her bed and scooted back as much as she could. "We're leaving now! Prepare the extra—"
"Sir!" Peggy made a cutting motion across her neck, hoping that Phillips was smart enough to see how nervous his presence made Seren.
Phillips, however, continued to demand their preparation to leave at once. It didn't help that he had one of the doctors, and a few nurses, come into the tent.
"N-n-n-n-no!" Seren started to cry, shaking her head. "Stay away from me!"
"Seren, it's alright!" Peggy tried to calm her down but as she reached to touch Seren, the latter pushed her hands away. "Seren—!"
Seren gave a hard shove and Peggy landed against the wall. "Stay away from me! I don't want to go anywhere!"
"We'll have to sedate her," Seren heard one of the medics say and practically lost it.
"NO!" She screamed, eyes glowing dangerously orange. The sight had the medics and the Colonel backtracking. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She could hear Peggy calling out to her from behind.
You can't take any chances, Seren thought. You should have run the moment you woke up. Why didn't you?
Someone else ripped through the tent and shouted. "What the hell are you doing!?" It was Steve, going against Phillips. "I told you not—"
"Are you insane!?" Phillips was incredulous with the reaction. "She's—"
"I told you to let me handle it!" Steve cut him off. "You're scaring her!"
"We're scaring her? She's scaring the living daylights out of everyone else! She's a walking hazard!" The doctor behind Phillips argued.
"Get out!" Steve yelled and made the gesture towards the entrance. He didn't wait to see if they would leave — he was positive that they would given how scared they allegedly were — and turned towards Seren. He'd heard and recognized her voice right away but he didn't expect to see the energy she used with her hands now shining in her eyes. He could see where the others would be frightened but he knew the truth behind those powerful eyes.
"Seren, it's okay," he called to her in his gentlest voice. "It's — they're not going to touch you." He crossed gazes with Peggy who remained stuck on the wall for fear of pushing Seren even more. She encouraged him with a nod to keep talking. "You're perfectly healthy again. We're just…we're going to head to the city. There's more room for you there, definitely better food, I swear."
Seren had not moved from her spot but her hands were raised in a defensive stance and her eyes had yet to stop glowing. Still, Steve could see the strain creases on her forehead and near her lips.
"Seren, I told you that you could trust me. I'm not going to hurt you." Steve put his hands down on either side of him, straightening himself up. "I want to take you to the city. I know you'll be safer there."
"I don't…I've never been there…" Seren's voice shook, "Soon as I got here…"
"I know," nodded Steve. "HYDRA found you. Well, they're not doing it again. Come with me."
Seren's lips pursed, and little by little the glow in her eyes began to fade. "The medics — I don't — I don't want them to touch me again. I won't…I promise I won't hurt anyone. I'll — I'll keep my hands to myself, I swear." She sounded like a frightened kid, and resembled one too.
Steve felt the overwhelming urge to hug her and only resisted out of fear that he would make her jump. "I know that," he said instead. "I know that you're a good person and you don't hurt people."
As soon as he said that, Seren gasped and all the energy faded around her. She spun around to face Peggy, eyes wide.
"I'm — I'm sorry! I didn't — I got scared — they—"
Peggy nodded at her. "It's alright. I'm okay, see?" She stepped away from the wall and opened her arms. "Perfect, as usual." She was glad to see Seren crack half a smile. "Now then, clothes?"
Seren looked back at Steve, almost like asking if that's what she should do. He smiled at her. She then nodded at Peggy, quietly thanking her.
Peggy walked in a hurry (wanting to get things done before Seren changed her mind) and whispered a quick "I'll be back" to Steve on her way out.
"Seren?" Steve gently called who had yet to turn around. "Are you…are you okay?"
"No…"
At least she had answered right away.
"I-I'm sorry about that, I…I told them not to come in. I was going to come in and tell you what we were going to do."
Seren finally turned and met his gaze. She shook her head at him, saying it was her fault. "I just don't know what to expect anymore," she said quietly. "Your friend — she was so nice and I'm pretty sure I hurt her. Maybe the best thing for me is to just go…before I really hurt someone."
"Seren, I don't mean to scare you but if this camp alone puts you on edge, I can't imagine what the rest of the world will do to you. Let us take you to the city," Steve said. "And then we'll help you do whatever it is you need to do. Do you trust me?"
"I…I think…" Seren sighed. "I'll be honest, I don't know what I think. My head still hurts a little."
Steve chuckled. "That's fair. Bucky says the same thing. So, can we head to the city then?"
Seren nodded. "Will you stay with me?" He'd already helped her go through the medics before, she supposed she could trust that he would help her around this time as well.
"Of course," Steve assured her with a comforting smile.
A short moment later, Peggy returned with some clothes for Seren to wear. Despite actually wanting to change, Seren was still nervous to see Steve go.
"I'll be outside waiting," he promised. He exchanged glances with Peggy on his way out.
"It's alright," Peggy told Seren, holding out the clothes she'd found. "Now I don't know what kind of clothes you're used to, but this is what we tend to wear around here — er, when we're not at war, I meant."
Seren stared at the folded clothes. She was sure it was a dress. "I had a suit," she said, "But HYDRA tore it apart for experiments."
"Oh, well, if it's a new suit you're looking for, our partner — his name's Howard Stark — might be able to help you. He'll be in the city when we get there." Peggy once again made show of the clothes.
Seren took the clothes from Peggy and, with a sigh, went to get changed.
~0~
As it turned out, Seren was indeed very nervous coming into the city. She was anxious on the ride to the city, and getting off was only a matter of making it worse. There was way more action on the streets and noise to fill her ears. As soon as she stepped on the sidewalk, she was bombarded with car horns and people yelling and bells and just about everything else one would typically hear.
She covered her ears and ducked her head. Just as she was getting overwhelmed, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Flinching, she dropped her hands to her sides and looked up.
Steve was looking at her, concerned. "Are you alright?"
"Strong hearing," she explained. "Does…don't you have it?"
"I…hadn't thought about it," Steve said, making a face. He looked around, focusing on the street, but nothing out of the ordinary happened. Some things felt a little sharper but not the point of having to cover his ears.
"It's just been a while," Seren said in the end, deciding she was drawing too much attention to herself. The medic staff was definitely giving her some dirty looks. "But I wouldn't mind getting out of here…"
"Yeah, we'll—"
"Rogers!" The Colonel called and was motioning to Steve to come over.
Steve seemed at a loss between staying and following orders. Luckily, Peggy walked over and offered to stay with Seren until things got sorted. With her came Bucky who told Steve he'd been ordered to accompany him.
"Wait, are you not coming where we are?" Panic flashed across Seren's face. She then looked at Peggy before Steve could answer. "Where are we going?"
"Just…headquarters," Peggy said, taking Seren's hand. "You'll be very safe there, honest."
"It won't be long, Seren," Steve said, offering her a smile. "Just some stuff."
"But I — you won't be long?" Seren flinched as a car passed by. She knocked into Peggy and the strength of it made the latter stumble a few steps back. "Sorry!" Seren immediately apologized, not wanting to repeat her mistake from before.
"It's alright, don't worry!" Peggy chuckled and fixed herself. She glanced at Steve and Bucky, motioning them to get going. "Don't just stand there. Follow your orders. We'll be fine."
Steve's gaze lingered on Seren even while Bucky started pulling on his arm. "Won't be long, promise!" Steve said. He watched Peggy take Seren's arm and pull her in the opposite direction. Eventually, Bucky yanked him hard enough to turn him around and they could walk together.
That's when he noticed the wide smirk on Bucky's face.
"What?" Steve raised a brown at him.
"'Won't be long, I promise'," Bucky nudged Steve's side.
"Stop it," Steve rolled his eyes. It was crazy to say he missed the interaction, even if roles seemed to be reversed (for the first time in forever).
"What?" Bucky would most certainly not stop it. He looked over his shoulder, presumably after Seren and Peggy who were walking away. He bobbed his head pensively. "Sure changes with some new clothes, right?"
"Shut up," went Steve who then nudged Bucky — or rather stabbed his elbow into his side.
"I'm just saying…" Bucky's smirk was even wider than before. "Doesn't want to leave your side, right? Already seems made—"
"Be quiet now, thanks." Steve picked up his pace, leaving Bucky behind to laugh at him.
~0~
Seren may have been new to Earth but she recognized soldier attire. The SSR headquarters were filled with soldiers and, apparently, special agents. Seren didn't like a single one of them.
Peggy assured her that nobody but them knew about Seren's situation and they wouldn't until she decided otherwise. Still, Seren couldn't shake off her nerves. She had no idea what she was doing and more importantly what the hell was going on around her. Peggy tried her hardest to explain things as simple as possible to Seren. She didn't want to overwhelm Seren. They spent hours going around the headquarters so Seren would be familiar with the place, ultimately landing in a laboratory. There, she met the man that Peggy had been talking about earlier.
Howard Stark was, at first glance, an intelligent man and a bit cocky, though Seren wondered if she'd gotten the wrong impression about that last part. He was the only other person who knew about the truth about her.
"I must say, it's very fascinating!" Howard said, leading the two women down the lab. There weren't many other employees working around, giving Seren a better feeling of freedom. "I won't commend HYDRA for capturing you, of course, but they did get lucky with you, am I right?"
"Unfortunately," Seren said in a low mutter.
"Seren was telling me about a suit that HYDRA took from her," Peggy said, "And I told her that maybe you could help her build a new one."
Howard's eyes sparkled with the idea, almost making Seren laugh. It would have been the first time she laughed in a long, long time. Peggy saw it.
"I would need to get a better understanding of your abilities," Howard said as he stepped closer to Seren. "Agent Carter tells me that you specialize in, uh, star matter?" He was nothing but excited about the prospect, especially when Seren confirmed it. "Amazing!" He spun on his feet and walked a few steps away, babbling to himself about ideas.
"Is he always like that?" Seren found herself asking Peggy while they waited for Howard to remember they were still there.
"Sometimes he's slightly less annoying," Peggy said, earning a small chuckle. She did a double take at Seren, stunned.
"I like him," Seren admitted. He was about the only man she felt at ease with — well, besides Steve. "And you think he can help me make a new suit?"
"That's the hope," Peggy nodded. "He's the smartest around."
"And we're sure he's not with HYDRA?"
Peggy smiled. "We're sure."
Seren let out a breath and announced that they should get to work.
~0~
Steve truly worked his hardest to get back to the headquarters as fast as possible. He barely registered Colonel Phillips telling him about the stupid medal some people wanted to give him for saving the soldiers HYDRA kidnapped. He was worried how Seren might do on her own surrounded by SSR agents and soldiers. He knew that Peggy would be there with her but he would feel a lot better if he was there in person to verify that everything was okay.
So he was very disappointed, and perhaps disillusioned, when he and Bucky returned to the SSR headquarters only to find out from Peggy that Seren was currently working with Howard Stark in his lab. When Peggy turned away, Bucky wouldn't stop smirking at Steve.
The day went by very slowly for Steve. He had a ton of work to do that there was no way he could go find Seren and see how she was doing. It was honestly driving him crazy not knowing, something that Bucky had laughed at until Peggy scolded them both for being disruptive.
It wasn't until later in the evening that Steve had some relief. He was busy drawing out the rest of the maps he'd seen in the HYDRA facility when he heard a familiar voice. He dropped his pencil and looked at the door just as Seren walked in with Howard.
"…I'm sure we can find the right one…" Howard was saying, with Seren seeming to agree.
"Your inventory is impressive," she admitted, leading Howard to laugh.
"Well…" There was no denying the smugness on Howard's face.
Steve didn't quite like it.
"I take it everything went well?" Peggy asked the two. She sensed that Seren was a lot more cheerful than she'd been earlier in the day.
"It did," Seren was the one to answer. "Howard agreed to help me with the suit and we're going to work on a method of communication with my mother."
"There's not a challenge I won't say 'yes' to!" Howard said. "This woman is amazing! Did you know she can 2 fly!?"
Seren's cheeks became a bright pink. She laughed nervously. "I didn't properly fly. My energy's not completely back yet."
"It was amazing!" Howard insisted, still over the moon. Seren watched him explain all that she'd done to show her abilities. Her smile grew wider and wider, unsure what to do with all the compliments thrown her way.
Steve frowned and turned back to his drawings. He picked up his pencil and continued the sketch.
Peggy calmed Howard's excitement with the cartridges that they managed to retrieve from HYDRA. Seren wandered over to Steve's table and noticed all the maps around them. Steve of course felt her presence next to him.
"You draw?" She gazed at the sketch he was currently working on.
He nodded silently. As irritated as he was, outright ignoring her just wasn't something he felt he could do.
Phillips entered the room a second later, grumbling. "Rogers, you just embarrassed a senior senator in front of a dozen reporters and ten members of Parliament!" He barked and held up the medal in question.
Seren got the feeling that it wasn't a surprise to Steve as he didn't seem shocked with the shiny medal being brandished in his face.
"You should get a medal just for that." Phillips almost smirked then. He left the medal beside Steve on the table and walked over to Peggy and Howard.
"What was the medal for?" Seren asked Steve, inching forward to catch sight of the medal on the table. It was actually quite nice.
"Nothing," Steve said quickly. He finally looked at her and realized how close she actually was to him. She looked very different from when they first met, almost like any other human girl. Her hair was sleek and wavy, her face cleaned up, and the plaid dress she wore was impractical for SSR matters but more than pretty for her.
"I like your drawings," Seren said, smiling lightly. "Do you only draw maps?"
"Uh, no, not…" Steve cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. Seren's green eyes were intense yet still innocent. He ducked his head and focused on the last bit of the map. It was urgent, after all.
Seren watched him silently. Her eyes would flicker to the medal every now and then, back and forth until it dawned on her what happened. "The humans — the ones in charge — they awarded you for saving us?"
Steve felt an incredible heat rise up his neck and to his cheeks. "Uh, well, that's — maybe—"
"And you blew them off…" Seren continued. She began to smile the more Steve stuttered as he tried to explain something he really didn't have to. It was endearing.
Steve met her eyes again, immediately regretting it again. He didn't notice before but she actually had freckles on her cheekbones.
Seren's smile just grew under his stare. "Will—"
"Have any of you figured out what this is yet?" Colonel Philips' call startled the two and made them look across the room. Philips was pointing at the cartridge in Howard's hands. "I thought leaving you all here was going to speed up the process."
Seren didn't like him very much.
"Well, if you believe Rogers, it's apparently the most powerful explosive known to man," Howard said, making a nod at Steve. "Or so I've heard."
"Well, either you're wrong or Schmidt's damn near rewritten the laws of physics," Philips said, "And I'm rather fond of the laws of physics…"
"That's not going to abide by your human laws of physics," came Seren's voice, leaving the room rather startled for a moment. She had made it very clear from the start that she was not comfortable making her presence known, much less in groups of people. But this time even Steve heard the strange certainty, and authority, in her voice.
"What do you mean?" He abandoned all thoughts of his maps and turned to her. "Do you know what those things are?"
Seren nodded firmly. "I know what they were made with."
Philips, Peggy and Howard moved towards the table and waited for Seren to continue. She'd realized how suddenly everyone's attention was on her and for some reason her gaze shifted to Steve. He encouraged her to keep going.
She took a breath in and started again. "What you're looking for is the Tesseract." It was like she had spoken in her native tongue because nobody understood what she had just said.
"The tess…what?" Howard was making a face as he tried to repeat the word.
"The Tesseract," Seren said again, for their benefit. "It's what's been infused into those cartridges," she nodded at the one Howard held. "It's not from this world."
"What exactly is it?" Peggy asked. "And how did they acquire it?"
Seren deliberated with her answer. To answer would be to give her purpose for being on Earth away.
"Well, speak already!" Philips exclaimed, startling Seren.
"Give her the moment she needs!" Steve all but snapped at the man. He then looked at Seren again, quietly telling her to take her time. "We'll wait."
Seren afforded him an appreciative smile. "Well, it's a bit complicated, and I…it sort of involves me too."
"Is the Tesseract yours?" Peggy asked.
"No," Seren said immediately, shaking her head. "But I was tasked to find it. The Tesseract is a source of power that was once owned by the Asgardians — another alien race. My planet, Celessia, we're sort of, uh, at odds with Asgard right now. But we don't want war. Our superiors, they came up with a strategy for a peace offering. My family is very high up and we were tasked to find the one object that Asgard hasn't been able to get back. The job fell upon me. I traced remnants of the Tesseract to this place, and I quickly discovered why."
"HYDRA is using the Tesseract on their weapons…" Steve realized.
"And on their human experiments," Seren nodded. "I discovered that when they used me as their trial and error. See, the Tesseract can't physically be held by human hands. It's too powerful of a source. But its powers can be extracted. If they continue to use the Tesseract, they will win your war in no time."
"Then we better come up with a way to stop them." Phillips looked directly at Howard. "See what you can do with it," he pointed at the cartridge. "Now."
Howard nodded. "Uh, Seren, wouldn't mind a little of consulting, would you? Seem to be the expert on this, after all."
Seren agreed but only after pointing out to the group what she would do at the end. "The Tesseract is coming back with me. It doesn't belong here."
"I don't know how the higher ups will take that," said Phillips.
Seren tilted her head at him. For the first time, she stood quite differently in the eyes of the group. "That wasn't a request. I'm telling you what's going to happen."
"Excuse me," Phillips blinked at her, affronted.
Seren's expression did not waver. " I know that I am way out of my comfort zone here but do not mistake me for being weak, because I assure you that I am not. I will go through whoever I have to, to get the Tesseract back. Don't forget you can't even touch it. It's mine."
There was a terse air left in the room. Seren wondered if she'd finally made herself out as the enemy. As bad of a price, she had to follow through with her orders.
Finally, it was Howard who moved things along. He asked Seren if she would still come with him back to the lab to do more research on the cartridges. She agreed, and moved to follow him. However, before she die, she touched Steve's arm. Startled, he looked down at her, not expecting her hard expression to quickly change into a much more friendly one.
"I'm sorry, but I have to" she whispered to him, sounding genuinely guilty. Unbeknownst to her, Steve understood her perfectly at that moment. Orders. She was following her own orders.
If anything, all Steve felt when she left the room was irritation and not even at her. She hadn't left the room on her own; she'd gone off with Howard.
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Tw:// 18+, yandere!Steve, smut, dubcon/noncon, somno, forced orgasm, references to previous stalking, breeding kink, brief daddy kink, sheathing, if I’m missing any pls let me know
A/N: when is Ai gonna make Steve Rogers whimper audio asking for myself not a friend. This is like a lowkey sub vibe Steve but still dark dominating Steve, personally I just like men whimpering like sluts. Written, edited, posted from my phone so my bad if it’s not up to par but also fuck you
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The sleeping bags, extra blankets, and the two jackets wrapped around you weren’t enough to keep you warm enough to fall asleep. You’d never be able to fall asleep when the sound of your teeth chattering together vibrated your head.
A recon search, a pointless one at that given that you found no new information, left you and your infamous partner Steve Rogers stranded in a blizzard that the forecast claimed wouldn’t be arriving until the morning that started to come as you tried to leave your mission base. This was barely a mission, it shouldn’t have even needed two people to do let alone with Captain America. But in your stint of working with Steve you knew that he believed in safety in numbers and to never send someone alone.
Leave no soldier behind
It was a three mile trek back to the jet but regardless of how far it was, each step was pointless when you could barely see in front of you. Steve had even gone through the lengths of wrapping a rope from your wrist to his to keep you from getting separated. There was no way you could make it there, you might’ve made it a mile total and yet it felt like you’d been walking for days.
“We need to get shelter,” Steve yelled over the wind that screamed like a banshee. “We passed by that abandoned house twenty minutes back there’s no way we can make it to the jet or fly home right now. We’ll have to wait till morning.”
You didn’t argue, only giving a nod, as you followed him turning back towards the mansion, glad that the walk back followed the current of the wind making the hike less unbearable without the wind beating against your face.
Despite how creepy it was that abandoned mansion was your saving grace. White sheets cast over the furniture all the furniture, dust accumulated over everything, it was likely some rich person’s summer home currently unoccupied for the winter.
In the living room past the foyer and dining room, the bare fireplace felt like a gift sent. Steve was quick to start a fire as you pushed two sheet-covered couches as close as possible to the fireplace without becoming a hazard.
The mansion surely had to have had an overabundance of bedrooms but you hadn’t bothered to explore more than needed. Just enough to make sure you were the only ones here. But those bedrooms might not have a fireplace and you’d end up having to share a bed in order not to split up.
Although the fire probably saved your life you still felt like you were in a morgue with the shivers that raked through you.
You’d love to fawn over the architecture but right now that was the last thing you could think of.
Thanks to the scientists that made your favorite lab rat, Steve always ran hot, the fire was all he needed and you didn’t try to protest when he gave you his coat.
“Out of all the places I’ve used as a safe house,” he quipped, breaking the loud silence of the crackling fire and wind whistling against the windows. “This one is definitely the fanciest.”
You chuckled to yourself remembering that one time you, him, Nat, and Bucky all arrived at a safe house that looked like it had a tornado run through it.
“Couch may be uncomfortable but still the best thing I’ve used to sleep on during one of these trips.” You added. You both kept the sheet cover over the couches, their aged antique condition made you wonder how long they’d been abandoned and it’d probably be better than changing if the couch was home to some creepy crawlers.
“How much longer are you gonna be shaking like a leaf over there until you just come over here and lay with me?”
You’d thought about it before you had even started the fire but there’s no way you could’ve asked him.
The team took humor in your relationship or lack thereof. The tension wasn’t blind to you, it felt like a classic rom-com will-they/won’t-they trope but you wouldn’t wanna chance ruining the dynamic of the friendship you did have. So you had to pretend like seeing a super soldier fawn over you with heart eyes didn’t make you blush. At this point you were pretty sure that the two of you being the only ones sent on this trip was the team trying to set you up, they weren’t as patient nor forgiving as the two of you and your silent agreement.
“I’m fine, I don't know what you’re talking about.” You shook your head, too stubborn to admit defeat.
“Get over here or I’m gonna take my jacket back.” He playfully threatened causing you to huff and painfully leave the heat of your cocoon and shuffle over to his couch the marble tiling too cold on your feet.
As you began to realign the blankets for your new arrangement you were distracted by the muscular man taking his long sleeve shirt off. “The fastest way to stay warm is skin to skin.”
You couldn’t help but audibly laugh at him. “I’m not getting naked, but nice try.”
“C’mon, don’t you wanna stay warm?” He smiled as you tucked yourself next to him, the couch not being very wide so you had no choice but to lay tightly pressed against him. “If there’s anyone who knows what it’s like to be frozen, it’s me.”
You tried to muffle your giggle. “If I wasn’t so cold I’d hit you.”
Steve readjusted his position around you, spooning you to rest your head against his muscular arm as a makeshift pillow. “Better not hear a word of this from anyone else, the teasing will never stop.”
“My lips are sealed, angel.”
You hoped the chill that ran down your spine as his deep husky voice calling you angel in your ear passed off as just being a symptom of the cold. Angel was new, maybe he was getting a fever and starting to become delirious.
His smell was so hypnotizing. No fancy colognes, after being occupied on a mission all day, just Steve. Thankfully you hadn’t sweat much on the trip or else you wouldn’t let him touch you with a ten-foot pole.
The sound of the crackling fireplace and Steve’s fast heartbeat with his breath brushing past your ear you tried to hide the girlish glee you felt. You didn’t do relationships, you were too busy, and the fewer connections you had the less someone could use against you. But the affection Steve was giving was enough to break any stubborn spell and melt into him. You were so touch-starved just him holding you was better than sex but you hadn’t had that in quite a while either.
You swore to yourself no matter how horny you got you would never fuck your coworkers. It’s not like a normal job where you can just resign when things get too awkward. You didn’t have an HR to go to if details of your affair started whispering through the locker rooms.
You fell asleep so quickly in his arms, your body became so instantly exhausted once you were warm enough to stop shivering. You hadn’t fully registered the fact Steve had begun pulling your shirt up. “Steve?” You grumbled. “M’ not getting naked.”
“You don’t have to,” he corrected. “Pulling your shirt up to your stomach so you can at least get some skin to skin even if it’s just your waist. I’d never do something to you that you didn’t like.”
“Fine,” you grumbled, snuggling back into him. You would surely kick yourself in a few days when you realize how close you were to being curled up next to a naked super soldier waiting out a snowstorm beside a crackling fireplace in an extremely romantic trope scenario.
Sleep quickly consumed you like an oncoming wave on an unsuspecting swimmer. A deep warmth buried within you and at the brief moment you had before falling asleep the idea of giving it his charms and crush felt worth any future repercussions. Captain or not, Steve would always take care of you.
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“Steve?” You whimpered, a jolting forced you awake. His fast breathing, heavy with desire brushed along your ear and it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You didn’t need to look to know what was happening.
Your arms flew back at him, trying to push away from him as fast as you could and force yourself from the couch but he was fast to wrap his thick arms around you keeping you anchored against him.
Your snow pants were shimmied to your knees with your top leg forced to raise high and around his hip. Your shirt and jackets had been pulled up past your breasts and your bra yanked down. As his top arm forced you against him his hand from his arm below you groped your breasts.
“I’m sorry angel,” he whined through gritted teeth as you felt what had to be the tip of his cock poke at your entrance. “I wasn’t planning on doing this I swear.”
“Let me go!” You screamed trying to wrestle out his hold despite knowing it was a fight you’d never win but he tangled his legs around you forcing them to stay open. This wasn’t happening, not with him.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”
A breath escaped your lungs as he forced his cock inside you. “Steve…” You cried in utter disbelief.
“I’m so sorry Angel.” His voice was drenched in guilt that you felt no empathy for. “I’ve just loved you so much for so long I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Please stop!” You begged. “I won’t say anything!”
His hand left your breasts and clapped over your mouth, your cries filling him with too much guilt that he couldn’t stand hearing you in the pain he was causing. He couldn’t stand you asking him to stop when he’s wanted this for so long. It wasn’t a part of the fantasy that kept him up at night.
“I didn’t want our first time to be like this.” The arm he had wrapped around your waist locking you to him had maneuvered its way to between your thighs desperate to caress and rub your clit. “You just kept wiggling against my cock in your sleep and-and I was only gonna make myself cum but then you were so close and I pulled down your pants just enough to look at you and then I co-couldn’t stop myself.”
You wrestled in his arms trying to get free, your sobs still audible over his makeshift gag. “Please stop fighting,” he begged. “Just wanna make you feel good as your pussy is making me feel. Just let me do this, I promise I’ll make it feel good if you just let me.”
You didn’t want to stop fighting, you wanted free, but even if you did where would you go? You were at least a mile and a half away from the jet and he’d catch you before you could even make it out the front door. And even if you got out, got away, made it to the jet, survived flying home, what was the point when no one would believe you? You aren’t even sure you could believe yourself this was happening.
“Just let me rub your pussy and make you cum. I’ve watched you do it to yourself so many times I know how you like it.”
You screamed against his hand. There was no horror movie as scary as his confessions.
“You’re starting to get wet it won’t hurt much longer, you’re being so good for me. You’re my good girl.”
The shock had overridden the pain that you hadn’t even fully realized until now. You’d surely be sore and bleeding for days after this but you hadn’t started to feel it until the abrupt confessions had pulled you from your adrenaline-filled trance.
“I needed you, I’ve wanted you for so long I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
Steve fucked into you harder and harder each thrust nearly throwing you off the couch if he didn’t have a hold on you, the base skidding slightly across the tile.
A shameful moan vibrated against his hand as his fingers caught onto a rhythm that was enough to drive you crazy.
“Atta girl, your little cunt needed this. You need me to take care of you and I always will. I’ll never let you go.”
Beaten moans and heavy breathing ricochet off his hand until he finally let go and you gasped for air. “You like my cock, angel? I know you do, I can feel you squeezing me so tight, you wanted me to do this to you, didn’t you?”
Violently shaking your head and biting your lip to keep a pleasure-soaked cry from leaving you. “I’m gonna fill you up, you have no clue how much I cum I’m gonna flood your tight cunt and get you pregnant.”
“Steve don’t!” That was the only thing you could get yourself to say. “Please don’t, please.”
“Don’t make me silence you again.” He scolded as his thrusts became more forceful. “Don’t you wanna make me a daddy? You wanna be the lucky woman who gets to carry Captain America’s children.”
Pleading cries quickly dissolved on your tongue as his touch became too powerful and brought you to the edge.
“That’s it, angel.” He grunted you could feel his cock twitch deep in you. “Need to feel you cum, wanna hear it n’ feel it.”
“Fuck…” you gasped as you shamefully met your hips back into his forcing his fingers to rub harder how you needed until you finally came squeezing him involuntarily.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” Steve breathily whimpered as his hips jackhammered into you until he abruptly stopped and let out a growling grunt.
It took only a moment later you felt his cum drip out of you and down your thighs and his groin. He really wasn’t being dramatic when he said he came so much.
Steve stayed burrowed inside you, his cock twitching as it softened within you. “You were so good, I’m sorry it had to be like that, I promise when we get back I’m gonna take you on a real date and I’ll make up for it. You are my Angel, I’m so happy we’re finally together.”
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A/N: damn this foul of me lmao. I could see maybe having a part two to this but it depends on how y’all feel ab it I just don’t want it to feel redundant to the ‘fake happy post dark fic’ endings that we’ve all see and I’ve written before.
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I need a feral and unhinged, touch starved Bucky to ruin me.
He’s selfish in giving and taking.
He's gone years without touching his cock, no orgasm, no relief, nothing. Any experience he has had has been long forgotten. The man loves getting his cock sucked. There’s something so filthy about the way he goes feral for it, torn between throwing his head back in pleasure and watching his cock disappear into your mouth.
He used to be such a gentleman but he can’t anymore.
He's a fucking menace because he loves how dirty it is, having his dick in your mouth of all places, letting you slobber and drool all over his length, getting his balls wet in the process.
He doesn't give a fuck who hears either, letting anyone and everyone know his cock is in your mouth, that he's getting the best head of his life.
"Fuck, suck me princess, just-yeah just like that, sucking my cock so good babydoll, makin' me so hard"
You let out a muffled whine in response, still on your knees, tears streaking down your face while he holds your face, his thumbs swiping your wet cheeks. He bites his lip while thrusting his hips forward, pushing his length down your throat. You claw at his thighs, gagging and he lets out a delicious moan seeing your arousal starting to drip with how turned on you are.
"You're makin' me feel so good sugar, you know that? Y'have any idea how good my dick feels right now, how much cum there is in my balls?" He takes a a hand off his thigh and makes you cup his heavy sack, guiding you to squeeze him while you suck, the combined feeling making his eyes roll back.
"C'mon princess, suck my balls next, never had them sucked before-oh fuck-yeah-just like that baby shit-oh fuck feels so good-" His abs tense as he moans loudly again, jerking himself while you move to lap and suck at his sack, precum dribbling down, making a mess everywhere.
He might as well be addicted to the feeling. On more than one occasion, he's missed morning training because you decided to wake him up with head and he loses himself to you, not giving a shit who is waiting for him at the door.
He hears the knocks, hears them calling for him and he'll let them know what's keeping him so busy.
"Buck, you coming-?"
"Oh Fuck yes! Suck my cock, yes, yes, yes, gonna cum, drink it up baby, c'mon, swallow, fuck yes, m'gonna cum again-don't stop princess"
"Well...technically he's coming" Sam snorted, hearing every filthy word the super soldier spewed out while Steve bit back a smirk, "I think your best friend is busy"
Steve couldn't help the proud smile that made it's way onto his face, shaking his head, quickly walking away before round two started.
Tony occasionally goes as far as cheering outside of Bucky's bedroom, especially when the steady thump of the headboard banging against the wall can be heard from downstairs.
No point hiding anything from Tony, especially when he's the one who had to install the xl mirror in the bedroom Bucky requested and god knows he didn't ask for it because he's into fashion.
He's gonna put you in positions that are unholy as it gets. He wants to watch every detail. He's gonna throw your legs all the way back till your knees hit the bed. He wants to watch his cock stretch you open. He's gonna experimentally flick that little button between your legs, using it as his own personal play toy, rubbing and pinching it to his delight just to hear you squeal.
“That’s-that’s your spot, huh princess-take my fat cock baby, doin' so good, moaning for me" He growls, watching he way you take his cock. His favorite thing to do is lock eyes with you in the mirror while your on your hands and knees watching you watch him while he fucks your brains out. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and he doesn't know what he loves to watch more. God forbid your eyes roll back, he spanks you till you focus again.
"Look at me when you take my cock baby, look at how pretty you are when you're all stretched open"
"Sargent-I-fuck-can't-
"Yeah, can't even speak huh, that how good your pussy feels baby? You wanna cum? Want me to make you cum?"
"Please!" You wail and he grabs your hair and pulls you till your back is flush against his chest. He forces your thighs apart as wide as they'll go before grabbing his phone and positioning it under, getting a perfect video of his cock pumping you full of cum while his fingers reach around to rub your swollen button.
"Go on and cum baby, cum with me, together, make your Sargent proud princess, make me dick feel good, fuck, gonna fill you till it spills out, mother fucker-FUCKK" He moans loudly with you, letting your convulsing pussy milk him dry, his veins throbbing as he shoots ropes of cum into you. The end of the video is blurry after all his cum drips onto the screen but it makes it so much filthier.
He's going to record all of this along with taking pictures, always getting you to spread your legs for him, laying on his bed after he's poured load after load into you. I want him to be the dirtiest fuck, looking at all the pictures and videos he's taken, jerking himself off afterwards when you're away for a mission. He can't have you but he's gonna take what he can get. He loves how you moan and scream, how cock drunk you get. A part of him almost feels like a pervert, tugging at his dick like a horny teenager but he can't keep his hands off when he thinks of you.
He's fucking feral even when he jerks off. Legs spread wide apart, no clothes on, back arched off the bed, fucking his hips up into his fist. He doesn't care if you walk in anymore. He was shy at first but now he just smirks while continuing to lazily touch himself, using his own spend to palm himself, the other arm propped behind his head. He knows you love the sight, planting his feet onto the bed to give you a better view while you take your clothes off-
Anyway, my bad, this was sitting in the drafts for long enough, you can go about your day now.
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