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itshouldvebeenme30 · 2 years

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Freaky Friday ||18+||

Pairing/s: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Wandanat x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: ||MINORS DNI|| explicit language, attempt at humor, penis, smut, threesome, sex pollen, and penis

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I got busy and still be until next month. I still lurk on tumblr and read stuff but my focus isn't on it so I can't exactly post very often. I have an upcoming exam this week so I'll just leave it here. Thank you for checking this out and happy reading! (Also, I don't know how to feel about this one andddd happy 200+ followers to me! I can't thank you enough so y'all need a head? Kidding, but srsly, thank you sm!)

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"This is boring, Wanda." You mindlessly flip through the channels as your best friend sits on the floor, reading some kind of voodoo book she got from that Strange guy in relation to her powers. It was part of her training to gain knowledge and control of her ability. Wanda just rolled her eyes while her focus remained on the book.

"I specifically told you that I'd be studying in my room and nothing more. Why don't you go out and bother someone else? You're distracting me. " She sighed and rubbed her fingers on her temple. The texts are giving her headaches, and your constant whining adds to them.

"There's no one to bother because they're not yet home. Steve doing some grandpa shit wherever he is, Sam and Bucky doing god knows what but they're not here, Pietro got a date with Monica, Banner would hulk out if I broke his equipment again, and Tony is spoiling Peter somewhere, and - " You ranted off and Wanda could only use her powers to slam the pillow on your face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" She closed the book and turned to face your annoying ass.

"What the hell, Y/n?" Wanda mockingly counters back. "Why don't you go and bother your favorite person then? I have to practice my magic here, Y/n."

"Who? You're my favorite person." Your face scrunched in genuine confusion, and Wanda couldn't help the blush becoming prominent on her face.

"Aside from me, you idiot. I'm talking about Natas- " You defensively sat up straighter at the mention of the name.

"Woah, woah. Hold your tits, Maximoff. Why would she be my other favorite person aside from you? She hates me! And I don't even like her!" Wanda just raised her eyebrows in amusement. Your loud thoughts of each other, as well as the longing glances you throw when you believe the other is not looking, beg to differ.

"When are you gonna stop denying your obvious boner to each other? Honestly, it's getting annoying at this point. I've shipped you two since- " This time you jumped off of the couch and started pacing around the table.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Maximoff. Have you seen her? She had done nothing but constantly aggravate me and make my life miserable! I swear if she- " Wanda couldn't help the few tears that escaped as she laughed so hard at the scene before her. She loves teasing and riling you up whenever she's bringing up the redhead in the conversation.

"Okay, geez. You have to relax. I was just kidding. I know how much you supposedly hate each other." Wanda calmed down from laughing too hard and wiped her eyes. She just shook her head at you and opened the book to continue where she left off.

"It's the truth!" You slumped back down on the couch and groaned. Even when Natasha is not here, she always manages to give you a headache.

"If you say so. Now, are you up to be my guinea pig? Because I'll kick you out if you start whining again. At least you could help me while you're here. " You nod and agree eagerly just to whisk away the thoughts of the redhead that are starting to consume you. You do not fear Wanda's powers, unlike the others, because you trust your best friend with your whole life. Thus, this became the reason why you two were inseparable; you know you've got each other's back.

Also, you're not afraid of anything because you're somewhat immortal. If you die, you just come back again from whatever horrible, or even the silliest, reason you died. You learned you're different when you died for the first time in a car accident. It freaked your whole family out, and Nick Fury had to step in from the hospital where you miraculously resurrected. The journey of becoming his precious agent started there, until you became an avenger.

During the first few months of being Natasha's teammate, you tolerated each other, and you even befriended the redhead. It all changed when you first died on a mission in front of her to save her and the children. She wasn't aware of your special ability, so imagine her surprise when you came back the next day and greeted the team like you hadn't just died. You apologized of course but Natasha was furious, and that started the day when you two would just constantly be in each other's throat.

"Never ever try to save my life, again." You think she's being ridiculous. Of course, you'll give your life for your teammates, especially those who were very dear to you. What else could this gift- or curse- be of use if you don't try to save everyone? Even though your ability is still a mystery, you strive to use it in the way you believe is fitting. However, it does not imply that you are reckless, despite Natasha's daily assertions to the contrary. You are simply unlucky in those situations because of your desire to protect everyone.

"So, are you feeling anything?" It's been two hours since Wanda starts practicing spells on you and nothing special yet to happen.

"Uh, sleepy. You sure you read those correctly?" You yawned to emphasize your point, and Wanda couldn't help but yawn, too. Her eyelids were drooping in tiredness, so she decided she was done for the day.

"I think? Well, nothing happened so there's no win or lose here. I wanna take a nap." She stretches before making her way on the bed. "You coming?"

"Of course, wouldn't miss to cuddle with you." You joined over to her side and spooned her smaller frame. Another reason why she loves being beside you because you give the best warm cuddles in her opinion. The two of you ended up napping the whole afternoon.

"Y/n... Y/n... Wake up." You feel someone shaking you and you just groaned in response.

"You have to scoot over. Something's poking me." Wanda mumbles sleepily but still shakes you a bit stronger because the thing is starting to bother her. When you just grumbled, she turned to face you and covered your mouth and nose. You jolted awake at the sudden lack of air and confusedly sat up.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" When you sat up, an obvious tent was formed in the crotch area of your sweatpants. Wanda just curiously stared at it.

"Did you wear your special toy or something?"

"What?" You followed her line of sight and were even more confused. You don't remember wearing anything because you had no plans, or whatever.

"I didn't- What the hell?" It shook you to the core when you peeped inside. There's no toy, only the real deal. You have a penis. YOU HAVE A PENIS?!

"Wanda! What is this?" You shrieked and Wanda has to peek what you saw. Her eyes widen comically and before she could muster a word, you sprinted to the nearby bathroom.

You pulled your sweatpants down and it sprung proudly. You hissed when the cold air hit and it stiffened even more. It's huge and very real. You thought you must be dreaming, but when you pinched your arm, it was still there.

"Y/n, you okay in there? I'm coming in." You're head is all over the place so you come to pay no mind to Wanda coming in to see you.

"What the hell is this? How the fuck did this happen?!" You faced Wanda and the poor girl was met with your additional appendage situated very proudly between your thighs.

"Woah, that's- uhm, uh. I can't. I have no clue and I got no words." You feel no shame at that moment because you're freaking out.

"Did you just give me a penis? Get this thing off!" You hysterically said and Wanda did not hesitate to approach and give your shoulder a light squeeze.

"Okay, first of all, calm down. We'll figure this large- uhm I mean this huge- uh problem. Take deep breaths with me. 1... 2... 3... " You followed the brunette and slowly, you calmed down.

"Is this thing permanent? Is it ever going away? " You couldn't stop the questions running through your mind, and Wanda hadn't had the slightest clue.

"Honestly? I have no idea. Let me check the book real quick. Wait here. " It's absurd that she thinks you're going anywhere with your pants down and this thing on you. You could only put your head down with your hands on your face on the counter. It's stressing you out, and why does this thing hurt?

"You want the good or bad news first?" Wanda came back with the book on her hand. Seeing your defeated face, she chooses the good news first. "Good news it is. Well, it's not permanent. It's gonna go away eventually." You sighed in relief. You raised your brow urging her to continue what the bad news was.

"The bad news is... it didn't indicate for how long." You take a deep breath and another whip of cold air hits. You lightly hiss when it twitches. Wanda notices your pained expression.

"You okay? I'm really sorry- "

"It's okay, Wands. I just freaked out. I'm not mad or anything. Its just... hurts. And I don't know why it won't go down!" You frustratingly huff. Wanda has to bite back a giggle.

"You think I know how it's supposed to work? Perhaps we should ask for someone's help... " She wiggles her brows suggestively, and you instinctively know what she's up to.

"Absolutely not. I'm just gonna go... jerk or something to make it go away. I'm going back to my room. Not a word to anyone." You start pulling your sweatpants up and walk to the door. Wanda tries to open her mouth and suggest another thing but you already made your way outside.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?" You could only nod defeatedly.

All throughout the dinner, you were silent. Natasha is perplexed because usually when she opens her mouth, you already have something to snark about. She couldn't help but feel concerned when you didn't merely cast a glance at her or everyone at all. Wanda's concerned look being thrown at your way didn't alleviate the worry rising up.

"Something happened, Y/n? You're unusually quite. Natasha here looks like a kicked puppy because you won't pay attention to her." Tony playfully asks, but you know he means well. Wanda elbowed you lightly to get your attention.

"Huh? Oh, nothing." You continued poking the food with your fork.

"Trouble in paradise, sis?" Pietro teasingly says and the others starts to giggle while the three of you, Wanda and Natasha just merely frowned.

"We're not- "

"It isn't- "

You and Wanda spoke at the same time, and Natasha couldn't help but feel jealous of your closeness. She starts to get up from her seat.

"Well, I hope everything's fine because I don't want both of you to get distracted on the mission tomorrow." She missed the shared knowing look between you and Wanda as she left the room.

"We have a mission tomorrow?"

"Can I have your jacket, please?" You whisper beside Wanda. The mission has been successful, and all of you are going home safe. Well, except for the fact that you were exposed to an unknown gas in there. There hasn't been any drastic effect, and you're immortal, so you just shrugged it off.

And out of all the places to get an unwanted boner, it proudly made its presence known. You have your legs crossed and your hands over your crotch, and Wanda sees this.

"Are you okay? Do we need to check you for any side effects? " She reaches for her jacket and puts it over your lap. You're sweating profusely and your stomach coils unpleasantly.

"I- I think so. I feel very weird... " Natasha watches you both in the corner and has to bite back the ugly feeling at the back of her mind.

You were quickly put in the med bay for a check up, only to have them diagnose you that you had been exposed to a sex pollen type of gas. When your teammates suggestively tell you to hook up with someone, you just flip them off and go back to your room alone. You shut your door and failed to notice Wanda and Natasha following you. They were at your door at the same time, and they looked at each other. Clearly, both of them wanted to help you in any way they could.

"Wanda, I- " Natasha doesn't know what to say, and she feels like she has just overstepped some boundaries. After all, she thinks you and the brunette are together.

"Nat, I have something to tell you. It's really important." Natasha closed her mouth to listen as Wanda's voice held some urgency to it. "I made a mistake and I think it's greatly affecting Y/n."

"What did you do?" She stood up straighter and her stance made Wanda cower a little.

"So yesterday we were practicing spells- "

"Just get straight to the point Wanda. Y/n's hurting in there."

"Iaccidentlyattachedapenistoher." Wanda says in one breath. She promised not to tell anyone but she can't help but feel responsible and your loud thoughts of being in pain adds to her guilt.

"Say it again?" It was too fast to understand but she gets the gist of it. She just wanted to make sure if she heard it right.

"I said, I accidently attached a penis to her." Wanda says in a hushed and hurried tone. Her face blushed in confession, whether it was from the embarrassment or something else.

"Oh... "

"Yeah, so we need to help her. She's grunting in pain in the bathroom, Nat. I have to unlock this door because she's not in the right headspace." Natasha just simply nodded and let the girl do her work.

The cold water did nothing to alleviate the pain and hotness you currently feel. You grip your cock and try to relieve yourself, but it's painfully hard and you're crying to get some relief. A dark thought crossed your mind. But before you could materialized it, your bathroom door burst open and you were too shock to cover yourself.

"Whatever you're thinking, Y/n, please don't. We're here to help you." Natasha and Wanda stood in front of you, and slowly, they approached you. Natasha grabs the nearby towel while Wanda turns your shower off. Your brain is too puddled with arousal, so you let them dry you off and lead you to the bed.

"What are you two doing?" You look at them with wide eyes and your cheeks are slightly puffy.

"We're here to help, detka. It's going to be fine." You couldn't help but lean in to Natasha's touch as she caressed your face while Wanda starts slowly undressing herself.

"I- You don't have to do this... " You reluctantly looked at the two but Natasha held your gaze.

"I want to kiss you. Is that okay?" You whimpered in response and uttered a soft yes before her lips surged forward to meet yours. Her lips are inexplicably soft and tasted sweet. Your hand went at the back of her head and pulled her closer in a bruising kiss. Wanda moaned loudly at the sight and situated herself on your side as she finished undressing herself. When air became an issue, you both drew back to catch your breath, and Wanda softly pulled your face to hers and whispered on your lips.

"I've been meaning to do this for a long time." Your heart soared at the confession and let her devour you with her intoxicating mouth. Natasha undresses and slowly wraps her hand around your painfully erect member. Wanda detaches her lips from yours but quickly latches onto your neck as you gasped. Everything feels too much, but at the same time, you need more.

"P-please... I need you. Both of you." Tears escaped your eyes and Natasha wiped them gently with her other hand while the other pumps you in a delicious pace.

"Anything you want, milaya." Wanda's hand gently pushed you until your back hit the mattress. She didn't waste anymore time on latching and sucking your breast and you tangled your hand through her soft locks.

"O-ohh... " Natasha took your length into her mouth and she starts bobbing her head up and down. You nearly cum at the sight of your cock disappearing into her mouth. She struggles and gags for a bit due to its size. Something switched inside of you and you forcibly detached yourself from both of them and got up. They looked at you confused, but you simply pulled Natasha to her back before climbing on top of her.

You pry her legs open and she just lets you, picking up on what you're about to do. Wanda bit her lip in anticipation as she watched you align your cock for Natasha's entrance.

"Wanda, baby. Go and sit on Natasha's face facing me." She eagerly followed your instruction and adjusted herself on top of Natasha's face. The redhead moaned loudly at the sight of Wanda's dripping cunt and wrapped her arms around the girl's torso. She tugged Wanda down to her awaiting tongue and lapped her vigorously. Wanda moans and proceeds to play Natasha's erect nipples.

Natasha's mouth gaped open when you bottomed her out with one swift motion. You don't want anymore teasing as the coil in your core becomes unbearable. You let her adjust to the size for a moment before slamming back harder and faster with each thrust. Various moans and grunts echoed all throughout the room.

"Fuck, both of you are perfect. S-so good..." You kissed Wanda and swallowed her moans as you fuck into Natasha at a rough pace.

"I-I'm so close... please. Can I c-cum?" Wanda practically begged, and Natasha suckled her clit very hard. The girl let out a cry as you finally gave her permission to let herself go. She separates herself from the redhead and proceeds to lie down next to her to catch her breath as she finishes. You lifted Natasha slightly with your arm beneath her torso as you rutted into her at a much deeper angle. She must be close because of the way her walls cinch around your cock. You feel your own impending release and Natasha's legs locked around your hips.

"B-baby, I'm gonna cum. I have to- " You wanted to tell her you wanted to pull out but she only held you closer. Damn her strong thighs.

"C-cum with me, milaya." You both cried out each other's names as both of you came at the same time. She only released you when you finally spurted your remaining seed into her. You planted a kiss on her neck as she closed her eyes, and then you moved slightly towards Wanda, who's still in a daze. You feel your cock harden again as another desire burns brightly within you.

"Baby, on your stomach please." You flipped her over and placed a pillow under her stomach. Her knees were spread lightly as you toyed with her drenched pussy. You teased her entrance with your cock and she let out small whimpers that you have come to love and crave. You slowly enter her when she gave you permission that it's okay and you're rewarded with a contented moan.

"Oh fuck... Such a pretty g-girl." Your pace is much slower, but you maintained the same intensity as before. Your hands grip her hips tightly, making sure to leave a mark behind. When she finally recovered from the intense orgasm you just gave her, Natasha snaked her hand through Wanda's hair and pulled it back a bit harder to face her. Wanda audibly moans loudly at this, making you smirk to learn this side of her. Natasha connected her lips with Wanda's and they both devoured each other. That turned you on more than before.

You hugged Wanda from behind, your nipples brushing against her back as you desperately thrust into her with vigor. Your hands clasped around her mounds while Natasha's fingers found Wanda's clit and played with it. Wanda cries out that she's close, and she visibly tenses as her walls tighten around you. You whispered praises into her ear and, with one final hard thrust, you released your own load inside of her. Her mouth shapes into an 'o' as she cums around your cock. She slumps as she finishes, and you just stilled there for a few seconds before pulling out and laying between them.

They positioned themselves on your side and you pulled them under your arms. You kissed both the tops of their heads, humming contently as they relaxed in your hold.

"Feeling better, milaya?" Natasha sweetly asks. You still can't wrap this situation in your head as you dazedly look towards the ceiling.

"Better? I feel great, Natty. This isn't just a fever dream, right?" Wanda lightly giggles and places a chaste kiss on your cheek before looking directly into your eyes.

"This is very much real, detka. To be honest, I've wanted this for a long time. Both of you." She admitted shyly, and your eyes widened slightly at her admission.

"Really? I didn't know that... "

"Wait, aren't you two already a thing?" Natasha lifted her head up to look at both of you confusedly. You both giggled and Natasha just lightly pinches you both for making fun of her.

"No. We're only best friends... " You drag out your sentence, seemingly unsure of what to make of it now that you're aware of the predicament you're in. Wanda pried away her eyes from yours, but she stiffened as you went on.

"Is it wrong that I want to take you both out on a date? I'd like to try whatever this is." They both beamed at what you said, and they hugged you even tighter.

"I'd love to. More than anything." Natasha kisses your cheek while Wanda kisses the other. "Me, too." You just smiled brightly at them and kissed each others forehead.

"I have one last question." You and Wanda looked at Natasha expectantly. "Is this thing permanent? Not that I'm complaining, I very much enjoyed it actually." You tried to hide your face on Wanda's shoulder while she just laughed. Their giggles are music to your ears, even though they're tinted because of shame.

"No, but we don't know how long it'll last. Don't worry, I'll have the spell thoroughly examined and memorized for future references. " Wanda wiggled her brows at the both of you, and you can't help but get excited again. You groaned as it gradually stiffened and the coil in your stomach came back again.

"Aw, well you look at that. This looks like a problem, don't you think, Wanda, honey?" Wanda bit her lip and nodded excitedly. "Then I think it's best we should take care of it." These girls are gonna be the death of you one day, if not today.

"With pleasure." Wanda moves to hover above you while Natasha grabs your cock as she aligns it to the girl's entrance.

Let's just say, the three of you ended up sleeping in the whole next day.

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darsynia · 6 months

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Shipping and Handling | Ch 3: Gravity

(Stucky x Reader slow burn, Steve x Reader fast burn, Friendship all around)

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Summary: There’s a chance you and Steve aren’t the only people dealing with the strange chemical bond from Mistress, so you agree to submit to daily tests that should help Dr. Banner figure out what’s happening, and maybe how to stop it. The problem? Seeing each other every day brings a new set of side-effects that both of you hide from each other and Banner until things come to a head– not just for the two of you, but also for the man who has to deal with you: Bucky Barnes. Length/Warnings: 4,631 / sexual situations, 'dere's some TOUCHING

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I could get out of here so quick it’d make the ‘weird news’ section, Bucky thinks to himself. He’s seated on the concrete up against the wall, knees up, glowering at the rest of the men in the same containment cell. The tight pressure of his pants is punishing against his erection, but the alternative doesn’t bear thinking about.

“Hey Colada, you gonna kill me with your eyes?” one of the gym rat assholes calls out from across the room.

“Depends. Your head hurt yet?” he asks, not bothering to raise his voice.

“Fuck, you ain’t kidding, man is scary as shit!” The man shoves his companion and turns his back, unintentionally showing off the greasy blonde mullet he’s sporting.

Not for the first time, Bucky thanks the combination of circumstances that’s kept him from needing a mindless fuck. The desperate want has been gnawing away at his insides for over an hour, but it’s at least manageable so far. His clothes reek of coconut, and the part of him that remembers going undercover in the past is cooked with laughter. His leather-clad punk rock piña colada smelling ass isn’t flying under any kind of radar, not even in a drunk tank full of genuine idiots.

Chapter Three: Gravity

Once inside the car (a limo, of all things), Steve guides you to the back into the curved corner seat before retreating as far away from you as he can get. He doesn’t have a fever, but his blood is on fire, both in desire and a strong need to protect you.

From himself, if necessary.

“Steve?”

Your objection to the distance between you is plaintive, but he looks down at his tightly clasped hands, not trusting himself until he can get his breathing under control. “We’ve got to get you to Bruce as soon as possible.”

“Oh yes, exactly the penetration I need: a needle in my arm!” you grumble. Steve can’t hold back his shocked reaction, which prompts you to wince and look away. After the driver eases the limo out into the heavy traffic, you add quietly, “How the heck did you resist this?”

“I didn’t.”

The tiny sound you let out on hearing that goes straight to his groin. Your next words help him regain his composure though.

“Steve, I’m scared. I don’t want to be a guinea pig for some kind of experimental treatment, but I don’t want to force you into anything either.” you whisper. “Maybe I could see if--”

“No.”

Steve barks out the word, caught in the grip of fierce possessiveness. His hands ache as he pours all his strength into keeping his fingers intertwined, instead of reaching out. The thought of someone else, someone not him…

“I didn’t even finish the sentence!”

He shakes his head, mind racing to find an explanation that doesn’t make him look like he is overstepping. “Secondary transfer is going strong. I pictured someone else touching you, and--” he breaks off, lifting his eyes to yours. Something you see in them has you unbuckling and coming over to rest your warm hand on his forehead. Muttering something about overheating, you start undoing the first few buttons of his dress shirt. “Dee,” Steve groans, unable to conceal the stress in his tone.

He catches your wrists as gently as possible, but that just reveals that the backs of his hands are lined with fingerprint bruises. You tut as the already-healing wounds catch your eye.

“It’s just like you to apologize for trying to keep your hands to yourself!” you say, but all other admonitions die on your lips as you watch the self-inflicted marks disappear. “That’s… that’s like magic,” you breathe. “Bruce really did pick the perfect person to try to figure this whole thing out. And then I had to go and screw things up!”

“Your being in the apartment was an accident, one I don’t blame you for.” He uses as firm a tone as he can, but your face crumples a little, sweat beading up along the furrows of your regretful expression.

“I shouldn’t have come over here. I only had about five minutes of coherent brain power left.” Your voice is barely a whisper, reaching your hand out and resting it gently over his heart.

“Spent most of that on reassuring me.”

You close your eyes tightly and nod, saying, “You deserve better than to deal with this whole ridiculous situation again.”

On hearing this, Steve makes a decision, reaching over to tap a message to the driver on the communication pad hidden on a panel nearby. Tony sometimes messes around with it when he ropes him into doing Avengers events, something Steve never thought he’d come to appreciate.

He rests his hand on yours and says, “When we met, I chose to trust you because Bucky trusts you. None of that has changed.” He pauses for a reaction, but you’ve got your teeth firmly embedded in your lip, your entire body tense with concern about what else he might say. He’d rather you didn’t have your eyes closed, but he remembers how hard it was to use logic and reason after being dosed with Mistress. “No matter what happens afterwards, Bruce has to know how direct exposure affects you, so I need to ask: do you trust me?”

You open your eyes to blink at him, and Steve notes how blown your pupils are. Knowing it’ll make things temporarily worse, but needing a response, he cups your face with his hand. Almost instinctively, you angle into him as you nod, showing both a conscious and unconscious sign of trust.

The limo pulls over to the curb and he lifts your hand from his chest to press a kiss onto the back of it. Bucky would probably complain he looks like some kind of knight errant. Shaking that thought off, Steve gets up and makes his way to the door, saying over his shoulder, “Try not to burn me in effigy till you get to the Tower, all right?”

The despairing tone you use to call out his name slices at his conscience, but there’s no time to do anything more than start running to the tower. Exertion should burn off some of the lust, at least. He hopes he can get through all the things he’s planning in the twenty minutes before the limo’s projected to get there.

Your body had screamed in relief when Steve touched your face, but seconds later, he’s gone. At first, you’re confused. The limo sits for a while at the curb like it’s waiting for Steve to come back-- but finally it eases back into traffic, to your utter disappointment. You know the lust that’s prompting you to clench your thighs together for friction could all too easily take over.

It’s incredibly difficult to try to focus, but you pour all your mental efforts into the task of trying to remember just what Steve said before he abandoned you. You push past the moments of pleasure that crowd your mind, seeking a touchstone, something to keep your sanity intact--

Bruce. Bruce will want to test you. That means there’s a purpose to this torture.

You throw yourself back so you’re lying prone on the warmed leather of the limo’s seat, bending your knees toward your chest. The cool air on your exposed skin is hardly a relief at all, but the pressure from the shaping garment you’re wearing is oddly welcome.

“Well, that’s a first,” you mutter aloud. The sound of your voice is low and rough, undeniably sexy, and you light on that as something you ought to mark down for Banner.

When the limo stops and turns off its engine countless minutes later, you’ve only managed to scrawl something barely-legible about that observation onto a scrap of paper. It kept you busy, focusing your thoughts away from the heat licking through your body, and that’s what counts.

The door opens, and somehow, Steve leans in. “Time to fly to another perch, Chickadee,” he says gently, holding out his hand.

“How--” you breathe, moving toward him. Only now does it occur to you that you’re basically a million desires held loosely together by the wax of willpower alone. You don’t want to make Steve deal with that-- but those concerns melt away as you step out onto the sidewalk in front of the building and collapse against him in relief. Steve sweeps you up into his arms, dipping his head to press his lips to yours.

The kiss is intense after your solo minutes in the limo miserably conflagrating. You clutch at him, loving the safety of his strong arms bearing you up. All that exists in the whole world is Steve, a good man, a trustworthy man, someone who knows exactly what you need. You bury your fingers in his hair to encourage him, eagerly anticipating the moment when he’ll lay you down and take you, the only thing that will heal the wounds caused by Mistress.

Except, for the second time in a half hour, that’s not what happens.

Steve pulls back from the kiss, apologizing right away when the bright light from the exam room he’s carried you into makes you recoil against his neck in surprise.

A cool, unwelcome hand catches your upper arm, turning you away from Steve just as he adjusts his grip to bring you to a stand.

“Just a little pinch!” a woman’s voice says. It’s not Dr. Lyonne, and Bruce is nowhere to be seen. Behind you, you can hear Steve’s unhappy voice demanding… something, but there’s a ringing in your ears, and everything goes wavy and indistinct after that.

You experience only flashes of the next minutes-- the solid chair under you as your blood is taken, the insistent voice asking questions about the evening, icewater through a straw held to your lips, but mostly you’re focused on keeping from reaching out and begging everyone around you to end the torment burning through your veins. Through the pervasive lust you’re wracked with, a single horrid thought keeps emerging.

Is this what Steve felt like that day?

It becomes louder than anything else, until you reach up and cover your ears with both hands, closing your eyes so tightly that the pressure flashes like fireworks.

“Dee?”

On any other day, Steve might touch your shoulder to get your attention, but he knows that you don’t have your eyes cinched shut and your arms crossed and your body tensed up for nothing. The desire simmering in his own veins is bad enough without more contact scrambling his senses. So, he stops your wheelchair in front of the elevator doors without hitting the button, and walks around so the sound of his voice will come from in front of you.

“I don’t pretend to know what you’re going through, because this stuff hits everyone differently. I’m just going to give you some options.”

You do a curt little head nod, pressing your lips together tightly.

“Option one is to head to a room to take care of things yourself, however long that might take. We’ve got an empty, furnished apartment set up if that’s your choice, with, ah,” his words fail him, but Steve pushes through. “--supplies.”

You make a choked noise in the back of your throat, and he rushes on to the next suggestion.

“Option two is to let you into our apartment, since you might feel safer there. Buck and I will use the other place in the meantime, till we get an all clear from you.” Bruce had suggested this, and Steve was doing his best not to picture it.

“Alone?” you whisper, sounding miserable.

Steve crouches down in front of the wheelchair, his heart clenched into as much of a fist as the hand he’s gripping the armrest with. His high-minded resolutions not to influence you have been shredded by the look on your face.

“Not alone, not if you don’t want to be. The third option is for me to stand by what I promised in the restaurant. To finish what we started, out in the car.”

Your breathing had been quick and distressed since he’d wheeled you out of Bruce’s lab, and as he watches, you struggle with your words, pulling in a breath only to let it out in furrowed-brow frustration twice. Finally, you let out a huff of a laugh and let your hands drop like you’ve given up trying to be diplomatic.

“Are we coworkers, thanks to all this? Do we need to get lawyers involved?”

“Oh, I’m sure Tony would love to get lawyers involved,” Steve groaned, “--but this is just between us. No surveillance and no pressure. The limo is parked in a private garage, it has tinted windows, and Stark’s AI guards all access. It’s the safest place I could think of without a chance of being interrupted or--”

“Yes.” Along with the fervent assent, you throw your head back, your whole body going through a kind of delighted shudder of relief that has Steve standing and walking a short distance away so he doesn’t do anything rash.

After a few deep breaths, he says, “I’m going to wheel you into the elevator, but if I’m honest, I’m not sure you’re in any condition to agree to this.”

“At least as much as you did, the day we met!” Your laugh sounds manic, but when Steve turns around, he catches you letting out a deep breath, your hands in fists on your lap. “If--” your voice falters, but you clear your throat and continue. “If you really think that, I can’t do this to you. I’ll… go up to the apartment.”

His own disappointment at that option slices through his inhibitions, and Steve hastens to refute the necessity of your offer. “Don’t do that to yourself. You won’t be able to fix this without me.”

“I know. But you should have the choice.”

He hits the elevator button and the doors open right away, offering a distraction from responding as he wheels you in-- but Steve Rogers isn’t much for avoiding tough things.

He ignores the part of his brain that points out that this isn’t tough at all.

“I do have the choice. Bruce said, and I quote, ‘I’ve never seen you walk away from someone in distress, and I don’t expect you to start now.’ He’s right.”

Steve forces himself to count to twenty as the elevator takes the two of you to the sub basement, but his veneer of control is shattered when the doors open and he looks down at you. You’ve leaned your head back to look up at him, desire etched across your features-- but equally present is an expression of utter trust.

It’s as much of an intoxicant to him as Mistress.

He walks around to block the door of the elevator, turning to hold a hand out for you. No way is he going to wheel you to the limo for what’s about to follow. Your immediate, confident grasp does a lot to assuage his concerns. The way you stumble into him right afterwards is just a symptom of the malady he knows just how to fix.

The empty wheelchair in the elevator will do nicely as an indicator to whom it may concern.

“God, I want you so much right now I’m basically a lit flame,” you whimper, twisting free of him and skip-stumbling over to the limo. Before he can stop you, you’ve opened the door and posed beside it in a wicked little gesture of sultry chivalry.

Multiple realizations hit Steve as he walks over.

He wants you, but he’s coming to realize he also wants you. As a person. You’re smart and compassionate, talented as all hell and beautiful inside and out. Steve’s never seen you act starstruck, yet you clearly respect Captain America as a facet of his personality. You’re joking about gallantry, but not to mock him. This… this is joyful, and he’d be willing to bet that if Bruce got ahold of a blood sample right now, he’d find that the minutes you’ve spent together have stabilized your desperate lust as much as his has been inflamed.

When he gets to the limo, you press yourself as close as you can, sliding your palms along his shoulders and his upper arms as you pull in a deep, steadying breath at his chest. A little whimper-sigh escapes your lips, reminding him of the urgency you’re caught up in, the need he’s forced you to delay satisfying for the greater good. Your whole body is trembling.

“I’ve got you,” Steve rasps into your ear-- and as if you’d both practiced the move, you hold onto his shoulders right as he lifts you up, your legs moving to bracket themselves around him. He bands a hand across your back to pull you into a desperate kiss, and the next coherent thought he has is to marvel that the inside of the limo has enough space for him to stretch out lengthways.

Everything is moving fast, and though he knows your body is willing, he needs to be sure your mind is on board. Even as he thinks this, you’ve already removed your top and are working on the rest of your clothes. The beauty of the lines of your body as you angle and arch sends his hips thrusting up against you.

Your hitched moan in response is almost enough for his compromised sense of what’s right, but not quite.

Steve catches your hands at your back as you struggle with your bra clasp. “Are you still in there? Can you consent?”

“They should do a study on how much your moral code makes me need you inside me,” you pant, rolling off of him to strip off everything from your lower half in record time. “That’s just wrong.”

He can’t resist.

“Are you saying you’re in distress, ma’am?” he asks as he rushes off his own clothes. Something rips, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

You arch your back and throw your arm dramatically over your eyes. “Save me, Steve Rogers!”

He does.

Thoroughly.

“Hey Colada, you gonna kill me with your eyes?” one of the gym rat assholes calls out from across the room.

“Depends. Your head hurt yet?” he asks, not bothering to raise his voice.

“Fuck, you ain’t kidding, man is scary as shit!” The man shoves his companion and turns his back, unintentionally showing off the greasy blonde mullet he’s sporting.

His stomach lurches. The dousing of Mistress he’d gotten was more than the amount that fucker had splashed on Dee, but it was worth the exposure to knock the guy out. You’re probably going to be pissed at him, even though he’d used his flesh hand just for your sake.

Bucky allows himself a smile meant to unnerve the men watching him, but internally, he’s scrambling. Thinking about you had been a mistake, maybe a big one. He’d enjoyed your performance that night; you’d added subtle physical and vocal flourishes that showed your skill to captivate an audience, himself included. When he closes his eyes, he can see the sway of your hips, both as you sang and while you danced with Steve.

A surge of desire courses through him, and he has to rock his hips to stifle the effects with the seam of his trousers. The pain-pressure doesn’t help this time. The damned aphrodisiac is finally winning.

New subject. Now.

The sharp sound of a police baton knocking against metal bars rings out. “Barnes?”

Bucky lifts his head and sees two figures near the door to the large cell. Beside the policeman is a squirrely-looking lawyer type with a terrible toupee and obviously fake, non-matching facial hair. The man’s suit is oversized, enough to trigger a visual scan for weapons.

He gets up in one fluid motion, leaning his head down so his hair covers most of his face and deliberately hulks toward the door. Everyone between Bucky and the bars scurry out of the way, but he’s focused on the lawyer’s clear inconsistencies.

Thick-cut, ill fitting glasses Inability to stand still No eye contact Very high quality shoes

He chooses to lift his arms wide to grab the bars and lean forward, a dominant stance even in this caged madhouse.

“That ‘sposed to scare me?” the lawyer says-- and Bucky starts to cough instead of laughing. The lawyer is Tony Stark. He’s using an exaggerated New York voice, the kind you find on kids cartoons, but it’s him.

Bucky decides that ‘undercover’ for him right now is ‘over-cover.’ Drunk, horny, and indiscriminate.

“Do you like being scared?” He makes sure to slur his words just enough.

The policeman makes a terrible face and backs up. “Jesus how many did you drink?”

“I got a collection of umbrellas in my pants. Want one?” Bucky offers, reaching for his zipper.

“You can make me a bouquet of them in the car, buddy. Just keep those hands to yourself!” ‘sleazy lawyer Tony’ pronounces.

The officer’s eyes climb skyward. “I can keep ‘im in here for as long as you--”

“Sure, if you’ve got condoms.” Bucky smiles.

He’s never seen anyone unlock a cage so fast, not even when he was crushing someone’s windpipe as an inducement to hurry.

That thought’s enough to make him stumble through the now-open cell door. It’s funny how convenient inconvenient flashes of memory can be.

“C’mon Casanova, let’s get you into detox,” Stark drawls, adjusting his enormous fake glasses.

A shout of “It’s Colada!” follows them out of the hallway.

“Do I wanna know?” Stark leans over to ask, giving Bucky a strong whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

“I’m as sauced with that sex drug as you are with--”

“All right, all right,” his ‘lawyer’ interrupts loudly, shoving Bucky past the policeman guarding the door. Stark’s holding up an ID that could probably get him into the Pentagon, but for all that he appears sloppy, he’s remembered to bring the kind of ridiculous car his persona would drive. The two of them hop into the back seat and Stark rolls down the window to wave at the jailhouse. The momentum from his man Hogan stepping on the gas knocks the tipsy superhero on his ass and leaves his nasty toupee in Bucky’s lap.

He throws it out the window.

“That was rude!” Stark says, frowning.

“I don’t think your girl wants you to come home with any kind of Mistress.”

Stark wrinkles his nose as if finally recognizing the smell. “Right. Well, maybe don’t punch convicted felons and get on the scanner next time? That’s not the kind of heroism I was expecting from you, Colada.”

Fuck, that better not catch on. “Don’t.”

They’re pulling into the tower already, driving all the way down to Stark’s private garage. Bucky chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to stay inside until the car stops. The closer he gets to privacy and the ability to do something about the fire radiating from his groin, the more intense it burns.

Stark is busy looking affronted. “Hey, I’m the Stark itect of your escape out of jail, Barnes. You could say thank you.”

The car stops, and Bucky opens the door, saying as he gets out, “Thank you for keeping your bad puns until the end of the ride.”

There’s a limo parked near the elevator. It’s out of place, no driver visible, but the lights are on. It hadn’t occurred to him that Stark’s tower would have VIP guests. If he weren’t so fucking horny he’d investigate, but as it is, he can only rush past.

Bucky bursts into the apartment with almost no self control left. Inside, a part of him is screaming about loss of control, but he erases it with a hand on his cock. He’s standing in the fucking doorway with his pants at his ankles and he could not possibly care less. Everyone in the building should be grateful he shut the door at all.

He slams his head back against the wall behind him. The feeling of it giving way against his strength is as powerful as the liquid ecstasy coursing through his veins.

It’s been more than one lifetime since he’s felt the itch to be outrageous, but right now he almost wishes for Steve to walk in and see him, head practically buried in the wall, the rest of him on display. His body is bowed out in a taut arc centered on his cock, his movements electrified by the twice-damned aphrodisiac in his system. Bucky had kept his mind mercifully blank from picturing anything, but just as before he’s weakened the dam by thinking about Steve.

Steve had looked great in his suit, overdressed but classy, but that was Steve. He’d always been like that, even before he’d lucked into that body.

Fuck. Think about something else.

He’ll come in the doorway but he’ll be damned if he’ll come in the doorway thinking about his roommate. Society hasn’t ‘advanced’ that far.

Something ELSE, Buck.

His hand is gliding, the pleasure is unreal, and the entire slideshow in his head is Steve. Bucky dials back in time, even though he usually doesn’t invite the nightmares that can bestow unless he’s got a few days alone to deal with them. He skips past cone bras and miniskirts, bouffant hair and do-wop music, letting out a whine in the back of his throat as he’s almost, almost there, but not quite.

Just as he’s got the perfect image of a pin-up dame in his head with the right shade of lipstick, the thought that he might not get to come crashes in like a neon Times Square sign dropped by a helicopter.

Bucky’s eyes open wide and his hand stops, then drops to his side. He’s still a live wire of erotic voltage right now but the chance that might become a permanent state of being has him wrenching his head from the wall.

He thinks back. What had you told him about this, what had you done? Is this related? There's zero chance you won't feel responsible if it is.

His lust-addled mind mixes every thought he’s had in the past five minutes into a psy-op worthy of the absolute worst HYDRA’s ever managed: an image of you superimposed on that red-lipsticked siren of a minute ago. A jolt of need draws his hand back to try to finish with your sultry voice at the vintage microphone as the soundtrack.

In his mind, Bucky sees you throw your head back to croon something that sounds so much like lovemaking it’s enough to send him, and he falls to his knees shooting ropes of grateful release all over the floor in front of him.

It’s one of the best he’s ever had, almost worth the mess he’s made.

Fuck.

Your head’s thrown back, hips rocking at a pace you’d never be able to manage without Steve’s solid hand supporting your arched back as shards of honeyed pleasure start to strike from the oncoming storm of an orgasm. He’d promised to hold back, worried he’d hurt you, but with a groan you start begging.

“Steve let go, come with me, I can take it. I need you, I--”

He whimpers your name and complies, obliging but forceful, his powerful thrusts in perfect time with yours until seconds later, Steve slams his hand down beside you and comes. The very feel of it prompts your orgasm, pitching you forward onto his chest in a sobbing puddle of relief and ecstasy.

Neither of you moves, still connected, as both of you catch your breath.

“Is it me or was that even better than--” You stop, unwilling to say ‘usual’ or ‘before’ because you are not, not going to acknowledge aloud that you have an ongoing sexual, but not romantic relationship with Steve Rogers.

Just thinking that reveals that the hurricane of pleasure earlier came with some piercing debris you’d rather not try to heal right now.

“I’d say yes.”

To be continued...

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writing-house-of-m · 8 months

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Welcome to the Team

Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Jeff the landshark

Summary: Jeff meets the team

A/N: Here is part 2 of my Jeff AU. In celebration of today being a year since I first posted a fic there will be a double bill of Jeff! The final 1 year celebration request includes Jeff too so you can expect that later on. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this part, it's practically a crack!fic 😂

It is unusual for everyone to be sitting in the lounge area on a random Friday afternoon. But you have put it off for long enough so it is time to finally rip off the band-aid.

You are standing facing the group of heroes who are all looking at you expectedly with Wanda standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and see her give you an encouraging smile, waiting for you to start talking.

Taking a breath, you begin. "Okay. I know you're all wondering why we've asked you here today." And before you can get anywhere the Avengers must think this is the cue to start a guessing game.

"Wanda's pregnant!" Tony exclaims.

Some of the quicker thinkers widen their eyes and reflexively look at you.

You point at him to quickly shut down the thought, "No."

"Really? There have been some weird noises coming from your room lately," Sam thinks aloud.

Once again you are stopped before you can comment.

"You're moving out together?" Bucky asks.

You're about to decline the accusation but then they all come flooding in.

"You finally proposed?" Natasha questions.

"Wanda proposed?" Steve opposes.

"Oh wow, I really thought it would be you to pop the question, Y/n. What a twist," Carol, who you don't even know why she is here, says.

"You got a dog?" Peter speaks with a hopeful look in his eye.

"A cat maybe?" Bucky decides to add his own input. Along with Bruce who follows with, "Perhaps a rabbit?"

You turn to see Wanda amused by the whole thing. Turning back around, you have to raise your voice to be heard, "QUIET!" This manages to restore some order to the meeting you called.

"Thank you," you relax. "None of you are right. Actually I guess Peter, Bucky and Bruce were close."

You see Peter raise his hand for a fist bump but Bruce mistakes it for a high five so it turns into an awkward closed hand around a fist situation. Bucky is too far from either of them to celebrate the small victory.

"There is a new addition to the compound, his name is Jeff," you announce.

"Who names a hamster 'Jeff'?" Peter asks.

"No way, it's going to be a parrot. Or some kind of bird right?" Clint 'The Hawkeye' Barton guesses.

Once again this starts off a new guessing game - What animal could it be?

"Monkey," "Raccoon," "Fox," "Guinea pig," "Chameleon," "Duck!"

You begin to question your life choices, how did you ever end up in this situation? Maybe you should have set this gathering up like a game show at least then it might have been fun for you too.

Instead of stopping them this time you take a seat until they hopefully tire themselves out.

"No, no. From the noises I heard it's definitely a goat," Sam remarks.

You decide it's hopeless when the discussion doesn't look like it will cease. Giving up the waiting game you nod your head to Wanda rolling your eyes, you can tell she is holding in her laughter for your sake.

She leaves the area and after a few moments she returns with Jeff. It is only when the pitter patter sound of footsteps close in do they realise you are no longer standing directly in front of them. Instead you are next to Wanda with a new being between you.

You could hear a pin drop now that everyone's gazes are fixed to the little guy.

"Everybody, this is Jeff," you introduce your new roommate.

The attention seems to make Jeff nervous, you don't know if he has ever had this many eyes on him. Possibly when he was captive in the lab. You realise this could be traumatic for him so you guide him to step behind you.

His two front feet grip your leg as he peers round to see everyone still looking at him.

Wanda sits on the floor close to him with a hand resting on the fin on his back. "It's okay Jeff, they're all friendly," she reassures him.

"Is that a fish with legs?" Clint asks, "Oh man, I was way off."

"He's a shark," you say matter-of-factly. When you see everyone's expression change to a worried or frightened one you clarify further in hopes to calm their nerves. "A landshark!"

It doesn't work.

"Y/n, what the hell is a landshark? You better start explaining and fast," Natasha all but threatens you. You can see one of her hands has disappeared behind her back meaning she is defensively readying a knife behind her.

"He's not harmful, he's really friendly," you say. Then you remember some things you have read about sharks so are quick to add, "Also sharks are misconstrued as being vicious when they're actually not. They get a bad rep even though they're basically puppies of the ocean. Did you know, more people are killed each year by coconu-"

"Y/n!" Natasha interrupts.

"Right," you say, gathering your thoughts and glancing down at him. "He's nice and friendly and really playful. A bit of a clutz too. We've had him hidden in our room for about two weeks now."

This seems to bring Tony's attention away from the shark to you, "Oh really? And you didn't think to mention this to the person who pays for everything around here?"

"We were going to tell you after the first night he stayed but didn't bother because we didn't think he would be here for this long. Dr Cho was trying to get a specialist in to take a look at him but there were delays," Wanda momentarily takes over for you.

"Oh, so Cho knows. That's great," Tony comments sarcastically, "as well as the specialist, right?"

"Yes. Plus two others who work with the specialist," you add much to Tony's dismay.

Jeff seems to be a bit more comfortable because he has come out from behind you. He tugs on your pant leg wanting to be picked up by you so you oblige and feedback to the group what you have found out so far.

"They finally looked him over a couple of days ago. No one knows where he has come from or why he looks the way he does. The working theory is that he was experimented on which fits with what Wanda saw in a flash the first time she came in contact with him."

Jeff starts squirming in your arms so you nod to Wanda to continue while you try to settle Jeff by whispering words of affirmation to him. Telling him none of these people will hurt him as you rub up and down his back.

"From the tests and interacting with him so far he seems to be able to understand us and in addition to being able to breathe air he can breathe underwater too. The more time we spend with him the easier it has been to communicate," Wanda finishes, while she scratches under Jeff's chin which helps calm his nerves.

Everyone looks on in silence as Jeff pulls away from you slightly. You speak in a low tone asking if he wants to say hi to the team. Which, reluctantly, he agrees to.

There is a strong bond between you, even if it hasn't been too long since you found him, so he knows he can trust anyone you want to introduce him to.

You go to place him on the ground but he whines a little while clutching your shirt. Instead, you stand back up and he turns in your arms facing the expecting crowd.

He raises his little hand in a wave speaking in a small voice, "Mrr."

In a second everybody's eyes soften and you hear a collective 'aww' sound out.

Maybe you should have started with this.

They are all about to rush over but you stop them from doing so with a hand out in front of you while taking a step back. Wanda moves swiftly standing between the incoming horde and Jeff.

"One at a time," she requests.

Peter makes his way over first and greets Jeff introducing himself.

It definitely must be a sight, all of this.

A young couple holding a shark as if he is a baby. It is only inevitable that someone asks, "So, is Jeff like your child then?"

And of course that person has to be Natasha.

…

The Jeff you are looking at now is unrecognisable to the Jeff from half an hour ago. He has lossened right up.

After everyone introduced themselves Peter decided to show Jeff his web slingers and, against yours and Wanda's wishes, hung Jeff upside down from the ceiling. The excited noise and wide smile was enough to make you step back. But not too far back just enough, in case you needed to catch him.

After that he spent some time with Carol who showed him a glowing fist. Natasha smirked at Wanda and you as she twirled a knife around her fingers, Bucky doing the same which turned into a contest.

When they weren't looking you picked him up and moved him away from the crazy movements.

As the only member with kids Clint simply spoke to him like he was a baby, Steve said he didn't have any tricks for him but maybe one day he would show Jeff his shield. Sam asked Jeff if he wanted to pet Redwing which he happily did.

Even now Tony has been playing tricks with him, making a coin disappear then reappear from behind Jeff's ear. He had to borrow a coin from someone first, it would have been more surprising if Tony had any small change on his person to begin with.

Next is Bruce who tells Jeff there is someone else he should meet then transforms into the Hulk. Jeff looks at the green giant in wonder then puts his arms up to be picked up so he can be the tallest in the room. When Hulk sees Jeff he crouches down so he is eye level with Jeff, sniffing and surveying him. He chuckles, calls Jeff 'a puny baby' then picks him up and places the landshark on his head.

Shortly after everyone takes their leave. Clint is on his way home to his family, Natasha goes to train with Bucky following behind her. A Hulk-less Bruce returns to the lab with Tony. Steve, Sam and Carol are discussing a mission they are assigned to lead and Peter says he has some homework he needs to finish.

"What a day huh Jeff?" You breathe out, exhausted. Jeff looks at you like a small child while trotting around, jumping on the couches and back onto the floor excited about all the new friends he has made.

"I think Jeff is going to be just fine here," Wanda says to you as you both watch him, side by side.

"Hello good people of Earth!" You hear a familiar loud voice sound from the entrance disturbing your peace. And when he makes it in front of you, he is his usual happy self.

"Hi Thor... What are you doing here?" You ask, confused.

"I'm here for the meeting, of course," Thor says in his cheery voice.

"I didn't know you were on the mailing list," you say a little tiredly trying to think back to the email you sent out.

"I didn't know he knew how to check his email," you hear Wanda's side comment next to you.

"Well, I am the strongest Avenger after all," Thor boasts, "I should be here for all the little talks and what nots."

"Right," you say a little unsurely. "Err, the meeting is over now but it was to introduce a new resident to the compound."

You see him spot Jeff who peeks his head over the backrest between you and Wanda. He is looking at Thor in awe with his mouth agape much like he did when he saw Hulk.

As he climbs over the back rest you stand and Jeff stands next to you in front of Thor his head tilting back as he trails his eyes upwards from the hammer Thor is holding to his face.

"This is Jeff," Wanda says.

"Jeff the landshark," you add.

Thor has seen plenty of creatures in his lifetime so it's no surprise he doesn't react in a negative way. "Oh, how wonderful! Welcome to the team, little landshark!" Thor's voice booms excitedly.

You don't get a chance to tell Thor that Jeff is not a part of the team, only that he is staying with you in the compound because, before you know it, he lifts Jeff onto his shoulder and walks away with him.

Sighing heavily you place your hands on your hips when you hear Thor talking about a battle, going into excruciating details about how he killed a group of enemies. You are a little wary of how Jeff is going to respond to the gory details of war.

Wanda stands and moves behind you. She wraps her arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. "He-" Wanda was about to say something but is cut off short when you both hear an excited squeal from Jeff in the distance so she rests her chin and giggles against you instead.

"I was going to say he's going to love whatever story Thor brings up, but that's kind of obvious now," she says, smiling into your shoulder.

You sigh again, "I know. But now he's going to want us to talk about all the fights we've endured and I don't think it's good for him."

Next, you hear some scuffling making you cringe because it sounds as though some equipment has fallen and crashed to the ground. Not long later you hear the sound of fast little footsteps making their way in your direction.

Then you hear Thor shout, "JEFF! GIVE THAT BACK."

Well this can't be good.

Before you can move from your spot Jeff runs past you with Mjolnir clutched in his mouth. Wanda has stepped beside you and when you glance at each other you see she holds the same shocked expression as you.

You both then turn to see Jeff's figure running out of the entrance doors. Wanda is clearly amused but you speak aloud the question on your mind, "How is he worthy and I'm not?" You ask, insulted.

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair, "It's okay honey, you don't need a hammer telling you anything I don't already know."

She is leaning in to kiss you but a new voice enters your ears.

"Sestra! Come look! There's a dog in a shark costume out here!" Pietro exclaims, "And he's holding a fake hammer too!"

It is official.

Jeff has met the whole team.

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buckyrighthandedbarnes · 22 days

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She couldn’t get the lug nut off. No matter how she tried, it wasn’t coming loose. It was too hot out for this. Wiping her brow, she stood up as she planned her next move. If AAA didn’t take so long she’d have called them but maybe at this rate that was the better option.

An older model pickup truck pulled up behind her own. Sun glinted off the windshield and she couldn’t see the person behind the wheel. Please don’t be a murderer.

The driver’s side door opened. “Hey,” a man greeted, swinging the door shut. He held his hands up in front of him, as if aware she was prepared for battle with her tire iron. “Need some help?”

He wore a long sleeve shirt and work gloves, which she found odd in the Louisiana heat. Sunglasses covering his eyes, what she could see was definitely handsome. Okay, maybe this was better than AAA. As long as he didn’t turn out to be a serial killer or something.

“Can’t get this one lug nut,” she replied, gesturing to the flat tire. “I swear I’m not weak, it was just clearly put on with torque wrench and I can’t compete with that.” She couldn’t help the word vomit. It was just in her nature to over share.

The man laughed, “Not judging. These things can be a pain. May I?” He gestured to the tire iron. She eyed him wearily but handed it over.

He made it look easy. So easy. One push and the nut started to spin. “You just stopped up show off,” she crossed her arms with a grin.

“You did all the work and loosened it for me,” he replied, taking the rest off one by one. “You live around here?”

He smelled good. A mix of soap and a hint of sweat, like he’d been outside a while. She leaned against the fender, watching as he did all the work. She was capable, this wasn’t her first flat. But if he was going to do it for her, she wouldn’t complain. “Yeah, about ten minutes from here. Was heading to the feed store for hay.”

“Cows? Horses? Guinea pigs?”

She laughed. “Horses.”

“How much is hay these days?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Thirteen to twenty dollars a bale, depending. You have horses?”

He was really making this look easy. “Nah. Worked on a farm as a kid. Horses and cows.”

“Round here?”

“New York, actually.” He tightened the lug nuts back on the spare tire before setting it down on the ground, tightening them to the max.

“What are you doing down here?” She rounded the truck, grabbing two waters from the cooler in the bed.

“Helping a friend work on his boat,” he took the water with a smile of gratitude.

“You’re a good friend.” She sipped the water. “Thank you for coming to the rescue.”

He pulled his sunglasses off, wiping the bridge of his nose with the collar of his shirt. “You didn’t need rescue, just a little elbow grease. I’m sure you could’ve done that all by yourself had the nut not sabotaged your chances.”

He was handsome. Very handsome. Lines of life stretched across his features but his crooked smile was boyish. “Then we wouldn’t have met.” He flushed.

Okay, wow. Adorable.

“This is true,” he held her gaze, “maybe I can come see your horses sometime.”

“I might put you to work. I could use someone with your strength.” He was too easy to flirt with. He had a comfortable way about him. It felt so natural.

“I can do stuff around the farm. It’s been a while but I’m pretty decent with a pitchfork.” That made her laugh. He matched it with his.

“That’s exactly what I need,” she replied. “Thank you again, I would still be dying in the heat if you hadn’t come by.”

“Lucky chance.” He extended his hand, “Bucky.”

“Rachel. Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine.” They shook for moment and she could feel the roughness of the gloves against her palm. She wondered what his hands felt like and then laughed at herself inside.

“Well maybe I’ll see you around,” she pulled away, reluctantly stepping away. She could stand here all day if she didn’t have to get feed for evening chores.

“I hope so.”

She blushed and grinned as they threw the remaining tools in the bed of her truck. Then they parted, though it felt like he didn’t want to either. “My farm is on Steed Lane. If you ever want to stop by.”

It wasn’t smart to throw her address out like that. But she couldn’t help it. What if there was something there? It had been so long and being a single mother meant she didn’t meet men very often. Especially gentlemen. Which this some appeared to be.

“I think I might. Drive safely, Rachel.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

#james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes #my fic #drabble

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eclecticpatrolroadlawyer · 2 years

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*in bed*

Y/n: Hey, Buck? You awake?

Bucky: No, why?

Y/n: If a Guinea pig and a normal pig had a baby, would it be called a piggy-er Guinea pig??

Bucky: *already being used to this* if you and I had a baby, would it get my beauty and your late night thoughts, or your sexy body and my late night murder thoughts?

Y/n: *blushing* I... don't know how to feel about this...

Bucky, Kissing Y/n on the cheek: Go to sleep, baby.

Y/n: *blushing harder* okay.

#bucky incorrect quotes #bucky barnes incorrect quotes #bucky barnes inserts #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #incorrect quotes marvel #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #y/n incorrect quotes #y/n insert #incorrect quotes #incoorect quotes

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bunnyburrow-pie-fox · 1 year

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Zootopia 2 Hopes & Predictions

With Zootopia 2 announced, I wanna share some things I want to see, some things I would love to see but don't think will be shown, some things I don't want to see, and some other predictions.

• Unrealistic Hopes

- Bogo and Clawhauser confirmed as/becoming a couple - Bucky and Pronk directly confirmed as husbands in canon (and not just hinted at) - Reptiles and avians - Nick is bi - Jack Savage - Finnick speaking roles (since his voice actor, Tommy Lister Jr., passed away in 2020) - Jack Black voicing a panda as a clear nod to Kung Fu Panda but the character has absolutely no similarity to Po other than species - Some sort of reference/nod to The Bad Guys

• Wants

General - More Gideon Grey -- More of Gideon's new relationship with Stu and Bonnie - Learning Mrs. Otterton's first name - Learning Bogo's first name -- Learning Bogo's backstory - More Mr. Manchas - Nick's family - Mr. Otterton speaking role - Explanation as to how sloths function in a society like this - Judy Big (Fru Fru's child) - More Sam (the otter from Zootopia+) - Lore of Zootopia's founding - Canon confirmation that predators get their necessary meat-based proteins from insect-based foods - Continued inclusion of adult-based humor - Michael Giacchino doing the score again Characters & Species [Note: I know some of these species are already included in Zootopia 1 but I just wanna see more of those] - More rabbits and foxes as characters in the background - Deer - Bears (that aren't polar bears) - Equines - Hares - Goats - Cows & Bulls - Guinea pigs - Llamas - Camels - Bison - Hyenas - Ferrets - Uncommon* mammals (capybaras, chinchillas, anteaters, African wild dogs, meerkats, etc.) - Nice sheep - Tiger side character (with a speaking role) [* Uncommon in terms of typical animal-based things] Locations - More Bunnyburrow (especially the towns & buildings) - Judy's home - Deeper exploration into Sahara Square - Deeper exploration into the Rainforest District - Places (like Bunnyburrow) that are around Zootopia but not actually part of it - Shadier, seedier underground-type places - A mall - A movie theater - More of the museum - Spaces built mainly for large mammals like elephants and rhinos, as a sort of contrast to Little Rodentia

• Unwants

- Humans in any capacity - Deaths (especially of main characters like Nick and side characters like Judy's parents, Finnick, or Gideon) - Gideon becoming antagonistic again - Nick and Judy somehow having kids - More copoganda - Chris Pratt voicing a character - James Corden voicing a character - Any reference to bitcoin/NFTs - Any use of AI-generated art or voices

• Maybe-wants?

[I'm on the fence about whether I'd like to see these or not] - Explanation as to how domestic dogs and cats exist in this universe (which they do, or at least cats) - Explanation as to why there are no avians, reptiles, or marine mammals - Some inclusion of the scrapped shock-collar plotline - Explanation as to how ice cream is made - Lore of Zootopia's universe (like how animals evolved to become sapient and anthropomorphic)

• Predictions

- Nick and Judy will have another falling out but will get back together - Bogo and Clawhauser will be heavily included again - Bonnie and Stu will be side characters again - Finnick will be seen but won't have any sort of major role - The story won't be as good or topical as the first but the writing will be on-par - The story will be set either very soon after the first movie or a couple years later; it won't be too far in the future. - Nick and Judy will remain cops at the end of the movie - Zootopia+ will be referenced at least once - Flash will appear again

Sorry for the long post, I'm just thinking about the possibilities a lot.

I'd love to hear your opinions, wants, predictions, etc.!

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Monster matchup Monday:

Hybrid reader and her two dragon suiters go to an art show together. At the end of the night each of them gets a smooch

Your ears twitched, a hesitancy as you got out of the Uber Black that Natasha had arranged for you, straightening the skirt of your dress.

It wasn’t enough that Steve and Bucky wanted your second date to occur at one of Steve’s art shows, but then Natasha had to give you a new design from a brand new line.

This new line was all about textures and the experience of being able to feel the dresses. They had wanted the dresses to have texture and depth, and you were their Guinea pig.

The dress Nat had given you was an emerald green strapless dress, the colour rich and luxuries, it was fitted to your body with gathered fabric by your waist. It created a tapered V to draw attention to your legs, and the final piece was made from soft and smooth velvet that was delicate to the touch.

“A perfect dress for a perfect occasion.” You ears twitched again, they were unearthed and out in the open like Steve and Bucky wanted.

It was busy, there were people everywhere and you wanted to run, you wanted to leave. Nevertheless, any chance was taken from you when Steve and Bucky spied you. The two dragons began descending the staircase in turn, their golden rimmed eyes pinning you in place.

“You made it, little vixen.” Steve greeted you first with a kiss to your forehead, a gentle touch to your ears, and you were purring softly under your breath. “Bucky’s gonna take good care of you during the show.”

“You’re not going to be here?” Looking between the two dragons, you had become perplexed by the revelation.

“Shit, sorry…V.” Steve tilted your head back and kissed you softly, pulling away as you were leaning in. “I have to meet a few people, have a few conversations.”

“But Bucky—“ you turned your head, rather Bucky had tilted your head back and stole your kiss from Steve.

You reached behind you and for the briefest moment you could feel their hardened yet beautiful scales, and the tips of their wings.

“I’ll take care of you, vixen.” Bucky cooed in your ear, tucking you against his side. “Steve and I are playing for keeps, and dragons are nothing if not protective.”

“Nothing and no one will touch you.” Steve hummed, stealing one last kiss before he departed.”

#dragon!bucky barnes x hybrid!reader x dragon!steve rogers #dragon!steve rogers x hybrid!reader x dragon!bucky barnes #dragon!stucky x hybrid!reader #dragon!stucky x reader

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amarriageoftrueminds · 2 years

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god your pggy rants give me LIFE and now you've got me in a mood to rant too soo

realistically speaking though, *if* (and that's a huuuuge *if*) steve and pggy really were a couple, they wouldn't lasteven 3 months because individually they're both just so drastically different it's almost laughable.

it baffles me that they made pggy claim steve was the love of her life that she tragically lost in the season 1 finale of AC series. babes you knew him for less than 6 months and never had 1 proper conversation EVER with him. (the cab ride convo obviously doesn't count cus that was as you described prefectly— a mother accompanying a son to a doctor’s appointment) because obviously she thought she didn't have to cus she was the self appointed “right partner” for steve and god forbid steve go against that.

there’s also one scene from Agents of SHIELD in which there's a banner I think honoring Bucky and obviously all the pggy fans think of it as a hint towards bucky-pggy friendship, that she became director and decided to honour Bucky as the first of SHIELD who died saving lives or wtv and that just makes my *deeeeeep sigh* blood boil. (putting it lightly) LIKE NO NO NO she wasn't bucky's "friend" hell she wasn't even on a first name basis with the guy. and no that definitely is not honoring bucky.. what it is.. is that it's covering up the that fact that she fucking sold bucky to be used as a guinea pig for the experiments of a NAZI scientist, the right hand man of Red Skull, who she willingly hired into her organization. to this day i'm furious that we didn't get any scenes in civil war in which steve confronts her about SHIELDdra. the man said it himself ‘‘SHEILD, Hydra.. it all goes.’’ and she was the fucking director of SHIELD ffs.

honestly no matter how much carter content marvel throws at me, i will neverrrrrrr be able to like her. not even slightly. it doesn't even make me dislike HA less ngl. girl they've now killed off your character not once but TWICE now, one even brutally if i say so myself and u still would agree to make more content? how many more time should pgyy carter be killed of for HA to actually stop signing more contracts? smh

ok i think im done😭 sorry for taking up ur time

I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY/NIGHT ❤️

(continuation of XX)

LOL glad to hear it, and thank you, all this ranting is very refreshing. 😅

She really does come off as like an obsessive fangirl with a crush on a famous man (complete with shrine) who got close enough to his inner circle IRL to convince his friends that they were actually together.

(...just realised: I’m talking about the character but you could easily apply this to HA, too. 😅 She said the fans ‘deserve’ to see more of her. The ego is breath taking. The casting is perfect. The crops are rotting in the field.)

The reason PC’s scenes come in Act 1 of CATWS (as opposed to Act 2 or 3) is specifically so that we cannot see her being forced to atone or take responsibility for her actions (her dementia is back up just in case).

They can just yell at a black man instead.

They thought we'd just forget.

And not to set you off again, but on the subject of what an immediate failure her and Steve’s 'marriage' would be, HA said about Steve kissing Sharon:

So according to this delightful individual the yelling and abuse from CATFA would apparently carry right over into IPV / domestic abuse.

...Lol?

(I was saying on twitter that the AC Howlie scenes remind me of the BBC Sherlock fandom, where Mary Watson was disliked until she became a hallucination in John Watson's head. And someone asked, 'how is it that she's suddenly likeable now??' and the response was: '...It's because she's John.' 😬 And @cosmicmechanism pointed out that this might explain why people liked PC in AC. It's because she's not Pggy. She's Bucky. In the Howlies ep, “they treated her like she was Bucky and ... she treated them like children.")

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aimmyarrowshigh · 2 years

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you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but i've seen you post and reblog some Peggy Carter-critical meta before, all of which makes sense and is super intriguing! I was wondering if you knew of any fic that addresses those issues of her character (ie working with n*zis, maybe knowing about winter soldier program, etc) instead of treating her as the Perfect Woman?

Ooh, good question! And sorry this took me a few days to answer.

In terms of actual fic and not meta, I really haven't seen any that deals with Peggy as a collaborator! I tend to read either older fics (CATWS-era) that have Peggy as the Unassailable Femme Force Of Nature In Steve's Memory And An Elderly Dementia Patient Now, or I read stuff that doesn't have her as a character. I really only see her as a young character in stuff that is WWII-era, and people don't tend to write about how Project Rebirth was straight-up eugenics because that makes being a Captain America fan sort of dicey when you think about it too much. (Myself included.) I've never read anything that took place while she was the active director of SHIELD.

I've written a few drabbles myself that deal with Peggy's role as a eugenicist with the SSR or as fully knowing about the Winter Soldier Project/HYDRA-in-SHIELD, but those are just drabbles. Even *IF* she didn't know about Bucky, she sure as shit knew about the North Institute experiments (Black Widow movie) and she sure as shit knew about Ava Starr, so... ::shruggie::

I would love -- LOVE -- to read someone take on Steve, with his eidetic memory and speedreading capability, read the full Hydra-in-Shield file dump that Natasha did and have to fully reckon with how culpable Peggy was in her collaboration with Nazis/Hydra/the Red Room/the KGB AND have to finally reckon with his own origin as the subject of a eugenics experiment, chosen less because he was a good man and more because no one would miss him if he died like all of the other test subjects.

I believe that Erskine saw Steve as a good man. I don't believe that Peggy or Phillips or Stark cared whether he was a good man or not. But I believe that STEVE has always cared about that being why he was chosen, although I don't think Steve was naive -- he grew up disabled during the height of the American eugenics movement, he would have known a eugenics experiment when it was explained to him. And he chose to be the guinea pig anyway. And I would love to see that explored more.

Also: what the fuck were Eugenics Project Coordinator Peggy's thoughts on Morita and Gabe and (Jewish) Bucky being part of the Howling Commandos? Because I can't imagine she was HAPPY about it. Like, I think there are some pretty good reasons we never see her interact with them. (IIRC in Agent Carter, she interacts with Dum-Dum, but Dum-Dum is very much not Japanese, Black, or Jewish, so.)

(ALSO WHERE THE FUCK WAS HOWARD GOING WITH ALL THAT SUPER SERUM WHEN HE AND MARIA WERE KILLED. WHERE.)

#marvel #anti peggy carter #captain america

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Chrome Plated Heart

So, I was complaining to my friend that I am WAY too impatient to update weekly, and that I should have picked a twice-a-week update schedule. And then I realized -- I'm the boss! So, now updating TWICE a week on Wednesdays and Sundays, here is the next chapter of my Marvel Pacific Rim AU featuring Winterhawk. Chrome Plated Heart by dr_girlfriend: Chapter Three: I Got Angels Crying From Up Above

Excerpt:

“You knew them before?” Bucky always figured the government just picked out the first set of guinea pigs to go into the Pons.

“The murder twins? Yeah. I guess after Rhodey got hurt, word got out that I was going a little off the rails with some of the stuff I was working on. SHIELD sent Nat undercover at SI to find out what the hell I was up to. Once they realized it was nothing reckless — or at least reckless by my standards — Coulson came clean and introduced me to his team. This was all before the first breach, of course.”

“Murder … twins?” Bucky can’t help but be curious.

“Well, not really. I mean the twins part, the murder part is definitely accurate. They were both spy-assassins for SHIELD.”

“Jesus, really? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, the way they moved.” Bucky can’t help but press a little more. “And the twins part? In every interview they say the same thing — ‘We’re not related, but we’re family.’”

Tony grins. “You like that line? I wrote it for them. Warned them they’d be facing a lot of attention if this all worked out. But I didn’t peg you for someone to be mooning over PanPac puff pieces. What, do you have a centerfold of Natasha pinned to your wall or something?”

Bucky must be a little too sleep-deprived to inhibit whatever expression he makes. Not that Natasha isn’t beautiful, anyone can see that, but she’s definitely not his type.

“Oh ho ho!” Tony crows. “So it’s Barton that has you pushing for all this inside info, huh? Well, there’s no accounting for taste, but you could do worse. He’s a great guy, under all that barely-contained disaster.”

“So they’re not … together-together?”

“Are you and Rogers?”

Bucky makes a face, and Tony laughs. “Well there you go. Rumors aren’t always true. Sometimes two people are just creepily-enmeshed codependent platonic BFFs.”