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nev3rfound · a day ago
mans eventual best friend : b.b
when you bring home a puppy one day out of the blue, bucky isn't sure what to think, especially when the pup in question doesn't seem fond of the former soldier. And in turn, potentially jepordising the relationship he's been trying so hard to form with you. (2.3k)
not requested- just something i found in my drafts on my phone! also no warnings, only wholesome fluff tonight/or today (whenever you're reading this)
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Entering the shared space in the compound, Bucky looks around noticing a strange silence for once despite it being three in the afternoon.
“Hello?” He calls out, only to hear a small bark that catches him off guard shortly followed by the sound of laughter in the corner of the living room.
Turning the corner, Bucky notices you first sat down with your back to him on the floor. “Oh, I just love you so much!” You speak up, only causing Bucky’s curiosity to heighten as you lower your face forward.
Only then does Bucky catch the sight of a tail wagging. “What’s this?” He finally pipes up, causing both Sam and Steve to smile hesitantly.
Glancing over your shoulder, Bucky couldn’t deny the way his heart melted slightly at your smile. You were practically beaming before you lifted up the creature with who you were enamoured.
With one ear flopped down whilst the other stood proud, mouth ajar and dark eyes staring up at the former soldier, Bucky knew he was in trouble.
“You, you got a dog?” Bucky eventually responds, watching you bring the dog back into your chest who happily pants before licking your cheek causing a giggle to escape you.
Looking over to Steve, Bucky raises a brow. “Yeah, Buck.” Steve answers for you, knowing you’re still infatuated with your new friend.
“A, an actual dog?” Bucky reiterates his point, now catching your attention.
“Well, he’s not a robot, Bucky.” You joke. “Though Tony did offer, I wanted to get a lil fella that was real and needed some love and happiness.” You explain, scratching behind the dog's ear, smiling at his reaction. "Isn't he just the cutest?" Your voice rises an octave before sparing Bucky a glance, noticing how apprehensive he's being.
Yet, before you can comment further, your dog tumbles from your lap and approaches Bucky.
Nearly holding his breath, Bucky watches your dog beginning to sniff his boots and works his way up. When he tries to paw at Bucky's leg, Bucky can't help but shift his foot causing the dog to whimper and back away nervously.
"Shit, I didn't mean-" Bucky starts, his brows furrowing at the sight of the puppy retreating into your lap.
"It's okay, Buck," You try to assure him. "it'll take time for him to get used to everyone." A smile graces your face when Bucky nods. "And for you, Frank, Bucky is our friend." Directing your attention to the dog, Bucky stares over at Steve and Sam who attempt to stifle a laugh.
"Frank?" Bucky asks bluntly. "You, you named a dog, Frank?"
Chuckling under your breath, you nod. "Suits him, right?" You comment without looking up hearing Bucky hum in response.
"Anyway, I better get going, Frank needs a walk around the compound grounds and I promised Nat she could come along and help train him." You explain, now rising to your feet whilst Frank stands patiently by your side.
"He seems pretty well trained for a little guy." Steve comments, causing Frank to bound over clumsily into Steve.
Turning on your heels, you sigh. "You were saying?"
"Alright bud," Steve starts, happily helping Frank to his feet and directing him back in your direction without any issues, something Bucky wishes he could've done rather than scare the dog off. "go on, back to your Mom."
A weird pang hit Bucky in the chest upon hearing that word. You, being referred to as a Mom. Deep down he always knew you'd be an amazing Mom, just not in this exact context.
"Come on, Frankie," Whistling quickly you begin to walk toward the elevator, pleased to see Frank running to catch you up. "I'll see you boys later!" You call out before the doors close on you both, leaving the trio in a strange silence once the elevator descends.
"He hates me." Bucky eventually remarks with a frown set on his face. "I knew from the second I saw him he'd hate me, it's just an animal thing, they know."
Sam scoffs playfully. "Know what exactly?"
"About my past, and the bad things I did." Bucky explains, looking down at his metal arm poking through the sleeve of his shirt. "But it's not like I ever hurt a dog!"
Pausing, Steve rises to his feet. "We know, Buck,"
"Okay not a dog, but there were some birds, and insects," Bucky ponders momentarily, unaware of Sam's eyes widening at the thought. "but never a dog." He states, sighing dramatically.
"Just give him time, he'll warm to you eventually." Steve advises.
"I sure hope so." Bucky mutters under his breath.
Two months had passed since Frank first met Bucky and since neither have fully warmed to one another like you had hoped.
Standing in the kitchen, you could hardly ignore Frank whining at your feet whilst you stirred your pasta. "Frank, it's not for you." You remind him sternly, unaware of Bucky entering the room chuckling at your interaction.
Upon the sight of Bucky, Frank began to curl in between your legs disheartening you both.
"I'll come back later, don't worry." Bucky mutters, trying to hide his disappointment.
"No, don't go," You call out after him. Sparing your dog a glance, Frank simply whines until you scratch the top of his head, watching his eyes close in delight. "you gotta warm up to him, Frankie." You remind your dog, having had many one-sided conversations about his attitude toward Bucky.
Frank simply rises to his feet and wanders off, heading out of the kitchen and unbeknownst to you, following Bucky.
Finding himself standing before the bedroom door, Frank forces his nose into the slither and paws at the wood until it fully opens.
"Who's there?" Bucky rises to his feet from the edge of the bed, reaching behind his pillow for the knife he keeps in any case of emergency.
Yet to his surprise, Frank hovers in the doorway, tilting his head.
Removing his hand from behind the pillow, Bucky can't help but stare. "Oh," He steps forward, looking behind the dog to see if you were with him, but for once Frank isn't your shadow. "are you going to let me show you I'm a good guy?" Bucky asks, kneeling down to get on Frank's level.
Sniffing Bucky's hand, Frank whines softly and Bucky can feel himself holding his breath. At the sight of movement, Bucky's eyes dart toward the door, noticing Frank wagging his long tail side to side.
"That's a good boy," Bucky chuckles, testing the waters by turning his palm over and scratching Frank's chin. "yeah, see we can do this, pal." He mutters, letting out a sigh of relief when Frank sits down closer to him.
"Frankie?" Your whistle interrupts Bucky and he quickly drops his hand to his lap.
Frank rises to his feet and darts out from Bucky's room, running down the corridor and into your legs with a thud. "There you are boy." You laugh, unaware of Bucky listening in from behind his door, wishing he could stand there alongside you and play with Frank, knowing how happy it'd make you.- and him.
"One step at a time." Bucky nods to himself, returning to his bedside with a slither of pride, knowing slowly but surely he'd redeem himself and his past.
You couldn't help but pace around nervously. "And you're sure it's okay?" You sigh, looking down at Frank, now much bigger and no longer able to sit on your lap with ease panting up at you.
"We'll be fine with him, Y/n." Sam repeats, slipping Frank a treat from his pocket. "Just focus on the mission, he'll be alright with us."
"Okay" You mumble before kneeling down in front of Frank who is oblivious to everything. "be a good boy, Frankie. I'll be back before you know it." Scratching his chin, you lean closer and hug your dog tightly.
From the sidelines Bucky watches with Steve, seeing more and more each day how much that dog means to you.
"Fly safe, Y/l/n." Bucky calls out, giving you a small salute which you return with a smile.
Now out of sight, Sam turns around to face the two men. "Anyone wanna join me on a run with him?" Sam asks, and to his relief, Steve nods.
"What about you, Buck?" Steve turns to Bucky who looks down at Frank, only for the dog to already be staring back at him.
"Sure." Bucky nods, walking alongside the others with Frank by his side.
Who knew so much could change in the span of several days whilst you were on a mission? Well, Bucky certainly didn't expect Frank to become his shadow, but then again stranger things have happened.
Emerging from the meeting room, you couldn't contain your yawn any longer as you traipse through the corridors back to the elevator.
Ever since you landed, your thoughts have been consumed by Frank and Bucky. You couldn't help but wonder whether Frank had tried to play nice with Bucky without relying on you for reassurance.
In truth, all you wanted was for Frank to like Bucky, and maybe Bucky to like Frank and in turn, you.
"Frank?" You whisper/yell, knowing how late it was and the likelihood that everyone else is asleep.
Yet, the echo of Frank's paws on the flooring never follows.
"FRIDAY? Do you know where Frank is?" You ask the AI.
"FRIDAY is with Sargent Barnes in his bedroom." FRIDAY replies in a hushed tone.
Silently thanking the AI, you quickly make your way to Bucky's room whilst you conjure up every possible scenario as to why Frank would be with Bucky of all people.
With a short breath, you peer against Bucky's door silently, trying to detect any movement inside. Yet, silence ensues and the door isn't fully shut allowing you to push it open ever so slightly.
"Bucky?" You whisper through the crack in the door. Hearing no response, you sigh under your breath. "I, I'm coming in, okay?"
As you open the bedroom door, your eyes widen at a sight you never anticipated seeing.
Lying fast asleep is Frank curled up beside Bucky. You can hear Frank snoring, something he tends to do when he's truly comfortable.
Without realising it, tears form in your eyes and you sniff lightly. "Oh," You breathe out, but you should've known better than making a sound.
Upon hearing a noise, Frank stirs awake and barks incessantly into the darkness you're concealed within.
Now alert, Bucky sits upright and turns his lamp on illuminating his room, only to see you shyly stood in his doorway waving weakly at him.
"Hi," You still whisper, briefly smiling at Frank who tiredly approaches you with a wagging tail. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where he was and FRIDAY said he was here," Trailing off, you watch Frank walk back over to Bucky's side and with a heavy sigh collapse down and close his eyes.
Trying to control his heart rate, Bucky shuffles from his sheets to stand up, leaving Frank in his new designated spot. "A lot's changed in a week, doll." Bucky jokes, stroking Frank's fur. "I hope you don't mind?" He returns your gaze only to see your smile widen.
In a weak attempt of containing your excitement, you repeatedly shake your head. "Yeah, no, you two, you looked like best buds there." You chuckle. "Maybe I should go on missions more often."
"Please don't." Bucky's thinks aloud, quickly darting his eyes back to yours to see you with a raised brow. "I mean, he's been missing you, and," Closing his eyes, he knows it's now or never. "I missed you too."
"Is that so?" You tease, stepping closer toward Bucky, but still leaving a few inches between you both in uncertainty. "I guess it's a good thing I missed you too then."
Unable to stop a flush of rose creeping across his cheeks, Bucky half smirks. "Well, I, I guess you wanna take Frank back now." He suggests, only to hear Frank's snore loudly.
Smiling to yourself, you shrug. "Nah, I think he's quite content with you tonight." Stepping closer, you wrap your arms around Bucky and rest your head on his chest. "Thank you for looking after him whilst I was gone Bucky."
Certain you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, Bucky links his arms around your back. "I think he looked after me more than I did him." He admits with a light laugh.
"Did I ever tell you he's a rescue?" You ask, feeling the stubble from his chin move across the top of your hair as he shakes his head. "Yeah, he came as a Frank, and I didn't have the heart to change that goofy name." A giggle sounds from you, causing Bucky's heart to only burn brighter for you.
"You know that makes sense." Bucky comments, leaning his head back to look down at you. "No wonder he's so loyal to you. I mean, you rescued the little fella."
"I think he rescued me really." You reply, looking over at Frank oblivious to everything when a week ago he'd be on high alert with the two of you within such close proximity. "Anyway, I really better get to bed."
Slipping yourself from Bucky's arms, you wrap yours over your chest as a weak replacement.
"Of course," Bucky nods, walking you toward his open door. "goodnight, Y/n." He smiles. "And it's good to have you back."
"Thanks, Bucky." You quietly respond. "I'll see you both in the morning. Hope you manage to get some sleep with his snoring." You joke before turning to walk away toward the elevator.
Now absent, Bucky turns back toward his bed and carefully manoeuvres around Frank.
"Night pal." Bucky strokes the top of Frank's head before turning the lamp off, knowing that tomorrow is another day for you to help rescue his heart, just like Franks.
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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 days ago
Torture ~ Part 2
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 9,145ish
Summary: You and Bucky get captured, and it’s definitely not an easy time.
Warnings: ANGST - torture, nudity, mentions of sex, unwanted sexual experiences, near drowning, blood
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Bucky groaned as he began to come to. Though his eyes were already shut, they clenched as he slowly remembered what had happened. 
You had gone down and it was clear the agents were purposefully trying to get Bucky away from you. But then there was the white smoke that made him tired. He couldn’t remember anything after that.
Slowly, he blinked, his eyes needing to adjust to the brightness of the room. The lights on the ceiling were LED, he immediately noticed. He was laying on top of a thin mattress that did nothing to support him. There was a silver sink and a silver toilet in the corner, with a silver chair besides them. Sitting up, he could tell the wall in front of him was pure glass, while the wall to his right and behind him were pure white. Looking over to his left, he first thought that that wall was a mirror until, instead of himself he saw, he saw you.
You were lying on an identical mattress in an identical looking room. You were still out like a light, which concerned him, but at least he could see you. Bucky noticed in that moment that they had stripped you both of your tac gear and dressed you in short compression shorts and tank tops. He slowly pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the glass wall that separated you. He knocked on the glass with is metal hand.
“Y/N,” he called. “Y/N, wake up.” You moaned as you started to stir awake. “Come on, sweetheart, wake up.”
“Wh—what?” you rasped, eyes slowly opening. You tiredly looked around as you pushed yourself up and leaned your upper body against the wall behind you. “What… How—“ you turned to see Bucky standing on the other side of a glass wall, his metal hand pressed against the glass. “Bucky? Where… where are we?”
“I have no clue.” He shook his head, studying the two rooms again. “It’s too clean in here.”
“Have no fear, Soldier,” a man’s gravelly voice interrupted. “I have a feeling that it won’t be that way for long.”
Two completely uniformed HYDRA agents walked in through a hidden door on the other side of the glass wall at the front of the rooms. A tall, middle-aged man in the same uniform was right behind them, with two more agents behind him. It was clear that man in the middle was in charge. 
You pushed yourself up against the wall, wanting to make sure that you didn’t look threatened by the man. Which you really weren’t, you just needed to make sure that he didn’t see you as weak. Both you and Bucky carefully watched as the man stood in front of the two rooms with a smug smirked etched onto his face.
“Welcome back to HYDRA, Winter Soldier,” the man said. “It’s been too long.” You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from doing anything stupid. From the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky’s jaw clench. “And Agent L/N, nice of you to join our ranks.”
“Who are you?” Bucky asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“Oh, yes,” the man chuckled. “Of course you wouldn’t remember me. I’m Jack Snow. I was simply like one of these men back when you were here, Soldier,” he motioned to the guards near him. “Just doing what I needed to for my beliefs and to rise the ranks of HYDRA.”
“What do you want with us?” You asked, keeping your voice strong and steady.
His dark blue eyes, almost black, bore into you as his snapped his head in your direction. His eyes slowly went up your form as he studied you. You tried not to shiver and tense under his gaze. You could faintly hear the whirling of Bucky’s metal arm as he clenched his fist.
“That, my dear, all depends on the two of you,” Snow responded. “I need information on the Avengers and my Soldier back, you two will be able to give me both.”
“Let her go,” Bucky said. “If you want the Winter Soldier back, she has nothing to do with it.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Since the trigger words are no longer working with you, we need leverage. And she,” Snow pointed a finger towards you, “is your perfect leverage.”
“I won’t do anything for you unless you let her go.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” 
Snow stepped forward and tapped on the glass of your room. A small rectangular control panel appeared. You and Bucky watched as his fingers pressed a few things. It was a quiet change, but noticeable to you. The vents were making a rushing sound, like they were sucking something in. It quickly began to get harder and harder to breathe. You lifted your hands and they gentled clawed at the bottom of your throat. With wide, frantic eyes, you looked to Bucky, falling to your knees as you started choking.
“Y/N!” Bucky shouted as he rammed his metal fist into the glass, failing to make a single crack or dent. “Y/N!”
Your eyes were growing heavy as less and less oxygen reached your lugs. You could faintly hear Bucky’s shouting and pounding from the other side of the glass. With your body quickly giving out, you collapsed onto the floor, still taking shallow, barely there breaths. 
“Y/N! NO!” Bucky screamed, falling to his knees. John Snow cackled. “I’ll do anything you want! Just stop hurting her!”
John grin grew victoriously. “Excellent.” 
His fingers reach back up to the controls.  Air was swiftly pushed back into your cell, causing you to choke slightly as it began to fill your lungs once again. Bucky closed his eyes in relief at seeing your chest rise and fall normally again.
“You both will do what I want,” John said, “but first I will have to break you both in order to know that I have pure compliance.” The man turned and began heading towards the door out, the guards following. “Welcome home, Soldiers. We have a lot of work to do.”
The door shut and Bucky pressed himself up against the glass, trying to reach you.
“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” He asked, the worry in his voice was also compressed against his chest. You nodded, opening your eyes and turning your body to face him. “I’m so sorry this happened. I’m going to get you out of here. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Buck,” you rasped, crawling over to lean against the glass wall that separated your two cells. 
“I’m so sorry, doll… for everything.”
“Are you saying that because of the situation we’re in or because you actually mean it?”
“I mean it, Y/N. Every word. And once we get out of here I’m set on proving to you that I mean it.”
All you could get yourself to do was swallow harshly and then nod. Your body was tired, having the oxygen taken from it. Your eyes fluttered shut before your whole body jolted awake, almost like it had already decided it was too scared to fall asleep.
“You need to rest,” your half-opened eyes met his blue ones. “I’ll keep watch and wake you before anything happens.”
Only because you felt your body giving into the rest it so desperately craved, you nodded in agreement. The mattress was on the other side of the cell but you didn’t care. Your body was too tired to reach it and you wanted to be as close to Bucky as you could possibly be. As soon as you were fully laid out on the ground, you were out.
Bucky let out a long breath, unsure of what to do. So he simply sat there, barely taking his eyes off of you. He couldn’t allow you to be harmed, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did. But, unfortunately, Bucky didn’t have that luxury of choice.
You slept soundly for a few hours, Bucky waiting for the next shoe to drop. He was moving his mattress closer to the glass wall that separated you with the glass wall suddenly turned black and he couldn’t see you anymore. He rushed to the glass, punching it over and over again.
“Y/N! Y/N!” He shouted. “Can you hear me?”
You jolted awake from the sound of Bucky punching the wall. Looking around, you realized that the wall between the two of you was black. Jumping to your feet, you stood in front of the glass wall.
“Bucky!” You responded, hitting against the glass as well. “Bucky! What’s happening?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “But we need to keep talking to each other so that we know the other is there.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah.” You didn’t hear the secret door to your cell slide open and John Snow with two guards step in. “Okay… Bucky, I—“ Snow kicked you in the back, slamming you into the glass. You gasped out a yelp in surprise.
“Y/N? Are you okay? What was that?”
One of the guards grabbed one of your arms to restrain you, while the other side the same on the other side. You began to thrash around, trying to get loose when Snow grabbed you by the neck from behind and slammed your head into the glass.
“Y/N!” Bucky shouted. He kept scanning the pitch black wall, like it would eventually be able to see right through it. “Come on, Y/N! Answer me!”
Snow dragged the metal chair in your cell loudly behind you. The guards swiftly pushed you into it. They used their feet to trap your legs against the lets and their hands to trap your arms. Snow sent a nod to someone you couldn’t see and suddenly metal cuffs pinned you to the chair; two on each limb, one around your thighs and the other around your waist.
“Time to have some fun,” Snow whispered, leaning down against your ear.
“Y/N! Y/N!” Bucky continued to call out for you as he hit and rammed himself against the barrier.
Snow, without his eyes leaving your face, reached his hand out and motioned for something. One of the guards handed him a black stick looking thing.
“This is going to be painful,” Snow told you, quietly. Like he was trying to prevent Bucky from hearing anything. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
He leaned away from you with a wicked smirk on his lips. You watched as he pushed a button just above where his thumb was resting on the stick. The top of stick began glowing orange. You had been put through rigorous training to deal with torture, so your breathing was even and your weren’t giving anything away on your face. You weren’t going to give Snow the satisfaction of what he was about to do to you.
Looking at you dead in the eye, he pressed the tip of the stick into your right shoulder. You bit your tough to prevent you from screaming out at the searing pain of your skin burning. You glared him down at he removed the stick and pressed it against your another shoulder. You inhaled sharply, still not allowing yourself to scream, cry or wince, even though your brain was screaming at you to do all of those things.
Bucky was still shouting for you and hitting against the glass. Snow rolled his eyes at the seeming annoyance of Bucky trying to get to you. 
“Make his cell soundproof, so that we can’t hear him,” Snow ordered, loud enough for Bucky to hear. “But make sure that he can hear her.”
“Yes, sir,” one of the guards responded, quickly pulling out a tablet and pressing on it. “It’s done.”
“Great. Let’s keep this going then.”
He raised his arm and swung the stick into your face. It burned as it hit across your face and your head snapped to one side. He then did it to the other side, with still no response from you. Snow frowned before jamming the burning stick into your stomach. You bit down on your tongue harder, drawing blood as you lurched forward. You clenched your eyes shut at the threat of tears falling. You would not give him the satisfaction of seeing how painful it all was.
“You are a surprisingly tough one,” Snow commented. “Especially for the lack of serum and powers you have.”
“Sometimes, there’s strength in normalcy,” you panted out a responded, trying to sound stronger than you felt.
Snow hummed. “Well, we’ll see how long that lasts. Let’s head out. We’ll leave her in the chair for now. See how the Soldier handles it.”
Snow stomped out, with his goons following after him. Once the door slid shut, you let your head hang and the tears slip down your face. 
Bucky was going crazy. He couldn’t see you and he knew that you couldn’t see or hear him. Deciding that it was useless to fight against the seemingly unbreakable glass, he had started to pace. His anxiety was at an all time high. You were getting tortured just mere feet away and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.
He was just about to turn once gain, when the black disappeared from the wall separating the two of you. Bucky rushed towards it, letting something between a gasp and a growl escape his lips.
“Y/N!” He called for you. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah…” you breathed out, rolling your head back up. 
“Are you okay? What did they do to you?”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you forced a small smile. “I’m okay, Bucky.”
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” He shook his head slightly. He studied the bleeding burn marks along your body. “I didn’t hear you screaming,” he whispered.
“I couldn’t do that to you… or give him the satisfaction.”
“Stop Bucky. I can see the guilt and the worry and the weight of the world in your eyes. This is not your fault.”
“I should be protecting you.”
“Sometimes that’s not possible. And that’s okay.” 
Suddenly the cuffs that were holding you down released you. You sighed in relief, visibly relaxing. Bucky watched as you slowly left the chair, grabbed the mattress in the corner, and moved it to mirror where Bucky’s was. You laid down, looking into Bucky’s cell. Bucky copied you, able to meet yours.
“Just…” you nervously breathed out, “just don’t leave me… okay?”
“I’m not planning on it, sweetheart.”
The two of you don’t know how long you were left alone for, but Bucky was sure it was a little over 50 hours. You had to take his word for it. The small amounts of food you got were from a slit that appeared against the wall. It was always old and stale, whatever they gave you. But you both knew that you needed to get to preserve your strength.
Bucky and you didn’t do much talking, the tension still very much there. Both of you wanted to say so much but it was not the place or time to do so. He did often share concern about the burn marks, one of them looking infected. You waved it off as no big deal, though in all honesty it actually hurt to move your right shoulder because of it.
The two of you were laying side by side, with the obvious glass wall between you, when you noticed smoke slowly exiting the vents into your cell.
“Bucky…” your voice was clearly scared as you sat up and stared at the smoke.
“What is it?” He sat up as well, looking into your cell.
“Smoke.” It was like you triggered something just by saying that word out loud. “Bucky.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Bucky moved so that he was on his knees facing you. He lightly tapped on the glass to try and get your attention on him instead of the smoke. “Look at me, Y/N. Focus on me.” You looked over and saw how he was positioned, and you copied it. “There you go. I need you to put your shirt to your mouth. It will act as a filter and buy you some time.” You nodded, quickly did as instructed. “Now, keep your eyes on me, okay?” 
It was breaking Bucky that he couldn’t do anything to really help you or erase that glint of fear from your eyes. The two of you knelt there, staring at each other as the smoke continued to fill your room. Soon, you began to cough, the shirt not working very well as protection. Your eyes were getting heavy, but you fought to keep your focus on Bucky.
“You’re doing so good,” Bucky pressed, trying to keep you fighting. 
He knew it wouldn’t last must longer, that you’d be given no choice but to give in. You were swaying, your body weakening. Then with one last glance at Bucky, your eyes closed and your body went slack on the mattress. Almost in that same moment, a vacuum turned on and the smoke disappeared through the vents, leaving you passed out in the room. 
A few minutes later, Snow and two guards entered the cell. Bucky stood up, trying to look like he was defending you when he knew he actually couldn’t. Without a word, the guards grabbed you, causing Bucky to growl.
“Don’t touch her!” He hit the glass.
Snow smirked. “What are you going to do to stop us?” 
He pressed a button on the tablet he had in his hand, cause chains to be released from the ceiling. The guards attached you to them, clearly causing strain on you because your toes were barely touching the ground.
“For this one, I want you to watch,” Snow told Bucky. 
A guard entered the room with a whip. Bucky immediately noticed that there were small, broken pieces of glass imbedded in it. He tensed, stepping as close as he could to the glass.
“I’ll do anything you want me to,” Bucky was trying to sound strong, but there was a hint of begging in his tone. “Just don’t hurt her.”
“I’m afraid that won’t work,” Snow grinned. “Like I told you before, I need to break both of you to ensure pure compliance. And to break the both of you, I need to torture her. So that’s exactly how I intend to do it, how ever long it takes and using whatever methods I choose.”
Bucky clenched his jaw, glaring daggers at the man. Snow turned and took the whip’s handle from the guard. He released the whip, throwing it back over his shoulder before slashing across the side of your left hip. Bucky had to hold back a flinch as you suddenly awoke with a scream of pain. Snow threw the whip back over his shoulder, revealing how the whip tore through before your shirt and skin, blood dripping down your legs and onto the floor.
Snow repeated the action, again and again. Each in different spots. You were still out of it because of the smoke, that you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out in pain. Bucky eventually had to look away as he started flinching every time the whip hit you. Snow had a huge smile on his face as he heard each of your screams and noticed Bucky had turned away and began flinching.
After about 20 minutes of whipping you, Snow decided that he had had his fun for the day. The guards followed him out of the room, leaving you dangling there by your wrists. The door slid closed and Bucky let a tear fall. He pressed himself up against the glass, like if he were to just will it, if he could press up against it hard enough, he could reach you. 
Bucky watched you carefully, focusing on your breathing. It was ragged and unevenly, but it was there. Your head hung down, having passed out because of the pain, and blood was running down your body into a pile below your toes. It was bright in contrast to the white walls and floor of the cell you were encased in. Bile slid its way up Bucky throat, but he wouldn’t let it come out. He couldn’t give Snow the satisfaction of that.
“It’s been three days, and still no signs of them,” Natasha sighed as she collapsed in one of the conference room chairs. It had been turned into a command center for the search. She ran a hand down her face as she propped her feet up on the table.
“At least Vision and Clint haven’t reported in about finding their bodies,” Steve said. “It means there’s still hope.”
“Yeah, but for how long?”
“We all know that HYDRA won’t kill Bucky without trying to get the Winter Soldier back out of him.”
“And they have the perfect leverage to do it… Y/N. They’re going to use Y/N to get Bucky to do what they want.”
“Or vice-a-versa.”
“We need to find them before we’re too late.”
“Yes, but when will that be?”
“I don’t know but we an’t give up until we bring them home.”
Bucky flinched when the chains were released at you fell to the ground, landing in your own blood. His heart raced as he itched to hold your tortured body in his arms. He fell onto his knees so that you’d be able to see him better when you finally woke. The sound of your slight groans gave Bucky the sign that you were waking up. You turned but froze as a cry slipped through your lips.
“Don’t try to move,” Bucky said gently. “The wounds haven’t stopped bleeding, they’re still open.” 
Your eyes blinked open, searching for Bucky. When they found him, you could see the weight of guilt weighing down on his shoulders. Like if they were to put him in water, Bucky would easily sink down to the bottom.
“Stop that,” you rasped.
“Stop what?” He played dumb.
“Blaming yourself for all this… it’s not a good look on you.”
“He’s torturing you because of me… so it is all my fault.”
“A relationship is a two way street, Buck. And this is nothing I can’t handle.”
“You’re laying in your own blood, you can barely move. How much more of this do you think you can handle before you just resent me?”
You bit your bottom lip as you pushed yourself to a sitting up position. “You don’t get it do you? I love you, James. It will take a lot of work for me to actually resent you. That’s how it works when you love someone, in case you didn’t know.”
“Y/N, I—“
“No. I don’t want to hear it. I need to rest, since I might bleed out and die anyway.” 
Staying where you were, you turned your body and laid back down. You made sure that your back was facing Bucky. He sighed, wanting to defend himself but unsure of how to exactly go about doing that. So he moved so that he was sitting up against the wall. He chose to watch you breathe, your chest still unevenly rising and falling.
Bucky was sure they left you two alone for another three days. You refused to even look at him. You hadn’t moved much from your mattress after finally getting there. The blood on the white floor was definitely now a large stain. Bucky still felt sick every time he saw it, wanting to just throw up everywhere. 
Most of the cuts across your body were healing nicely. The rest, not so much. You were pretty sure you were going to die of an infection before you died during the torture or got out of here. You could feel what it was starting to do to your body, but you couldn’t let Bucky know. For one, because you were still angry at him and other was because he didn’t need to carry any more guilt and worry than he was already.
The both of you were laying down on your mattresses when Snow and his guards entered the section in front of the two cells. Bucky was quickly to his feet, where you couldn’t move that fast so you just opted to sit up.
“I see our Soldiers have been resting,” Snow commented. “How perfect.” Neither of you were willing to give him a response. “Today, I wanted to try something different.” The vents made a loud noise as white smoke began to rush through them. “And I need you both out for it.”
You woke up in a glass box, in an empty room. You were leaning against one of the walls, your legs folded under you. Looking up you noticed that the walls reached all the way up to the ceiling, with the whole thing not being very wide. Using the walls for support, you pushed yourself onto your feet and began studying the outside room. It was perfectly square, a door on each wall.
“You two are awake, good. Let’s get started,” Snow’s voice boomed over speakers. “Soldier, let’s see how good your locating skills are. Your precious Y/N is somewhere in this maze, locked in a glass container. You have 20 minutes to locate her before the container fills with water and she unfortunately drowns. But beware, some of my guards might be standing in your way. Don’t be afraid to let the Winter Soldier take control. Good luck.”
Water quickly came raining down on you, drenching you almost immediately. You began hitting and ramming up against the glass, only for it to mockingly do nothing. Time seemed to speed up in that glass container. Before you knew it the water was up to your waist.
“You’re running out of time, Soldier,” Snow’s voice taunted. “Let him in.”
“Don’t Bucky!” You shouted, not knowing if he could hear you or not. “Don’t let the Soldier in!”
“How sweet, even as her life hangs in the balance, Y/N’s still watching out for you. But are you doing the same for her?”
You had to start treading water once it had reached your shoulders. It was tiring and you were worried that you didn’t have enough strength to hold yourself up before the water filled the whole container.
“Bucky, I don’t know if you can hear me,” you started speaking, panting slightly. “But I’m sorry.”
“No!” He growled, responding over the speakers. “You do not get to apologize!”
“Please don’t blame yourself. You didn’t put me in here.” You were treading still, taking in the last few inched of air you had left. “I love you. Even if you never feel that exact some way about me… I love you.”
“Stop it! Y/N! I am not doing this right now! I’m going to find you because I need to tell you how I feel in person. Not while scouring this maze for you. I will find you because I need you to realize how much I regret not telling you that night you did or even way before that! I will find you, I promise!”
“Bucky…” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you readied yourself to take your last big breath. “I love you.”
You took a large inhale before the water had completely consumed the container. You could faintly hear Bucky’s screams from under the water, breaking your heart. Because of your training, you knew you could hold your breath longer than the average person. But even that wasn’t long enough, because you gave into the darkness more quickly than you would have liked.
“Bucky… I love you.”
“Y/N? Y/N? NO!” Bucky screamed. “Y/N, answer me!”
“Looks like your times up,” Snow said. “I guess you didn’t want to save her as much as I thought you did.”
Bucky growled, running down one of the maze halls. He needed to get to you and do whatever it takes to do so. He had only been injuring and knocking Snow’s men out so far. But now you could actually be dead, so they deserved to be too.
The next guard Bucky ran into didn’t stand a chance. Especially because he needed the weapons. Bucky took the guns from the guard he had just choked the life out of. The next guards he found earned a bullet straight into their hearts. Not one of them stood a chance against Bucky, which made Snow grinned wickedly as he watched from the screen in his office.
Bucky eventually reached a door. He opened it, ripping it off its hinges as he did so. If he was in his right mind, he probably would have halted at the sight of you lifeless floating in that glass container. But he wasn’t in his right mind. Bucky shot a few rounds at the glass, only cracking it, before going up and using his metal fist to hit right at one of the cracks. The glass shattered, spilling the water out everywhere, with you along with it.
Your body was too cold and you weren’t breathing, even with you being out of the water. Bucky picked you up and took you to a corner of the room that was the least wet and glass cluttered. You were barely flat on your back before he began CPR. The sound of your ribs cracking beneath the force of his hands should have caused him to flinch, but it didn’t. He leaned down, plugging your nose and forcing air into your mouth before continuing compressions.
There was little relief when you began coughing and breathing again. You heaved and Bucky turned you onto your side, allowing you to throw up. Once you were all out, he held you close and let you curl up against him. Your breaths were labored and you were shivering as you tried to get smaller and smaller. But you couldn’t curl in too much without a whimper slipping through.
Someone clapping sounded from behind the two. “Very good,” Snow smirked. “Very entertaining as well.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched as he tightened his grip on you. Guards filed into the room, reminding him of who was really in charge. Snow waltzed closer to the couple still on the ground.
“Leave her there, Soldier, and come with me,” Snow ordered. Bucky didn’t move. “I don’t think you want me to rip her from your arms. So let her go and come with me.”
With a hard glare, he slowly let you go, laying you on the ground in front of him. He looked at your face as he took his time to stand up. Snow nodded to a few of his guards, and they went to pick you up. Bucky growled and took a protective step forward.
“I wouldn’t try anything if I were you, Soldier,” Snow warned. “They’ll kill her on the spot if you do.”
Bucky watched at the guards hoisted you up from under your arms and dragged you away like a rag doll. His eyes didn’t leave you as they dragged you through the door, still staring after you were gone.
“If you want to see her again, there’s some work you must do.” Snow stepped in front of Bucky. “Starting with some training.”
You were back in your cell when you finally came to. Your body was still weak, tired, and cold, but you had to stay awake. You were scared you might really leave this earth if you rested again. Looking over to Bucky’s cell, it was dark. The lights were off and it was very obvious he wasn’t in there. That worried you. 
If you were alive and in your cell, it meant that Bucky had to let the Soldier out. One of his worst fears. But he had done that to save your life. Which you could have blamed yourself for, but you knew the real culprit was John Snow. You were going to make sure that you killed Snow with your bare hands before you left this awful place.
Shivering, you needed to curl up to get warm. Turning on your side to face Bucky’s cell, you cried out at the pain in your ribs. You lifted your shirt to reveal very painful, large purple bruises. Using an arm to support your ribs, you finished the turn onto your side, curled up, and you waited. And waited, and waited. The longer the minutes ticked by, the more worried for Bucky you became.
You jumped when the glass between the two cells went completely black. You pushed yourself up so that your back was up against the wall. And continued to wait. You didn’t have to wait very long, because the door to your cell slid open and in waltzed Snow, without any guards. You obviously didn’t pose as a threat to him anymore.
“I really am glad to see you up,” he started. He moved to the metal chair, pulled it up to the mattress, and sat in it. “I was worried you were actually going to be a goner.”
“Where’s Bucky?” You asked.
“Oh, he’s back in there.” He pointed towards Bucky’s cell. “I simply didn’t feel like rewarding him with see you just yet.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Only what he was made to do.”
“He wasn’t made to do anything.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. He was made to inflict pain and to enforce the will of HYDRA.”
You shook your head. “You’re wrong. Bucky was made to be a hero, to love and to be loved. He’s stronger than you even realize and he will give you what he wants to protect me, nothing else. Including protecting himself.”
“You’re right about one thing, he will do anything to protect you.” 
Suddenly, Snow lurched forward and grabbed you by the neck. He hauled you up to your feet and held you against the wall. The black separating the two cells disappeared, causing Bucky to snap towards your ceil. He went to stock towards the glass when John stopped him.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” John warned, “or she getting a knife to her carotid artery.” He slipped a knife out of his sleeve, pressing the blade against you. Bucky froze. He couldn’t let you get hurt. “Very good, Soldier. Bring in the present!”
Bucky’s cell door slid open and a clearly drunk, giggling, barbie looking woman was pushed into the room. Once she caught sight of Bucky, she was quickly batting her lashes and leaning up against him. He tried to step away and the blade was pressed harder against you.
“I told you, don’t move,” John smirked, a drop of blood trickling down you. “This is your present, Soldier. You have three options to choose from: a, you kill the woman right away and Y/N here lives, b, you have sex with the woman while Y/N watches and both women live, or c, you do nothing to the woman and Y/N dies. The choice is yours.”
Bucky meet your gaze, tears filling up your eyes at the impossible decision he was being forced to make. To him, C, wasn’t on the table at all. Option A would kill the innocent woman and force you to watch. Option B would save her life but force you to watch him have sex with this woman, which would hurt you emotionally. 
You both took your eyes off one another as a cart got rolled in. There was a gun and a condom laying on the top of them, showing two of the three choices. Bucky looked back at you again for guidance, only for you to look at him with so much guilt and sorrow. You couldn’t help him make this decision. But one thing was clear, he couldn’t do anything that would hurt you. Before you even blinked, Bucky had the gun in his hand and fired. The woman lay bleeding out on the floor. Y/N gasped, letting the tears fall.
“I knew you’d make that choice,” John smirked. He harshly let you go as guards rushed in to take the woman’s body away. “You have tonight together before your first mission back. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
John waltzed out, the guards disappeared, leaving you and Bucky alone in the two cells. Bucky’s head was down, back turned to you, as he stared at the woman’s blood.
“Bucky,” you called carefully. You walked up to the glass, hand pressing against it. “Look at me.” He didn’t move. “Her blood isn’t on you.”
“Yes it is,” he responded, his voice rough and raw. “There was another choice. But the thought of you watching—“ He sucked in a breath. “I couldn’t do that to you.”
“I know… I know…” 
You teeth clattered against each other as you were reminded of the cold. Your arms wrapped around yourself, trying to warm you up. You were about to say something to Bucky when the glass between the two cells slipped into the back wall. Bucky didn’t move but you took a careful step in his direction, testing out the new rules. Once you realized it was real, you made your way in front of Bucky.
“Look at me,” you demanded gently. He reluctantly did. “Please don’t waste our time like this. They’re letting us be with each other before they probably take me away from you and force you to kill our friends… please just hold me…”
Bucky couldn’t say no to that. He gently, yet swiftly, brought you into him. Slowly the two of you moved to his mattress, where the two of you laid together, entangled in each other’s warmth. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” you whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks.
Bucky kissed you again, harder. “I love you too,” he responded. “I’m going to get you out of here… I promise.”
The next morning, the two of you woke up to guards marching into the room. Four of them quickly went over and tore you off of Bucky. He began retaliating, trying to fight them off of you. One pressed a gun to your head.
“Bucky…” you cried out. “Do what you have to to get free… don’t worry about me…”
“I can’t do that,” he responded quietly, shaking his head. “I love you too much.”
The guards dragged you away. “I love you.”
“I promise nothing’s going to happen to you, Y/N.”
“I’m more worried about you.”
Then you were out the door. You watched as the door to your cell disappeared along the long hall they were dragging you down. You let the tears roll down your face as they took your farther and farther away from Bucky. They took you into a small room, clean room. It was white like the other one, with a twin bed on one side, an open shower on the other. The shower was next to a sink and toilet. On the other side was a shelf with some folded clothes on it.
“I need to keep you in good health to ensure the Soldier will do what I need him to,” Snow strolled in. “Just know, the situation can change whenever you or him act out.”
The guards tossed you from their grip, onto the floor. You turned to look up at Snow.
“I hope he breaks free and run,” you growled.
“I hope, for your sake, he doesn’t.”
It had been two and a half weeks since you had seen Bucky, or anyone else for that matter. They had left you alone since bringing you to the new room, when you assumed was a good thing. Except that Bucky was out there doing their dirty work, losing all the progress he had made to become himself again.
You were sitting on your bed when the slit under your door opened and in slid a box. You furrowed your brows and you moved towards it and noticed a little note on top of it. You picked up the note and unfolded it.
Your Soldier’s coming home tonight. Dress up to reward him. - J.S.
You took a deep breath as you brought the box over to the bed.  Opening it, you immediately noticed it was lingerie. You lifted it out of the box to find a black, lacy bodysuit. You knew that you’d probably be in more trouble if you didn’t wear it, so you had no choice. You changed into the lingerie and waited on the bed for Bucky to arrive. 
When the door finally swung open, a guard entered first, aiming a gun at you. You curled in on yourself on the bed, trying to keep some of your dignity. Bucky followed after the guard. To them, he looked like their strong Soldier. But to you, he was the beaten down man you met after had escaped HYDRA. Snow stepped into the room from behind, eyes roaming over your barely clothed body.
“The Soldier is here for the next day to rest,” Snow informed you. “Treat him well. And, Soldier, she’s all yours.”
Snow nodded towards the door to the guard, signaling for them to go. The door shut and locked behind the men leaving. Bucky didn’t move, and neither did you. You sat them, studying the way his shoulders shagged and eyes were darker. Exhaling slowly, you moved off the bed and to him. The second his eyes met yours, you knew that you were actually dealing with the Soldier and not your Bucky.
Suddenly, and very roughly, the Soldier pushed you up against the wall. He pushed his body into yours as he began to suck at the open spots of your skin.
“Bucky,” you rasped, trying to push him off of you. “Bucky, please stop.”
That seemed to get the Soldier going more. He shut you up with his lips on your, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You tried to push him off, thrashing around, but he gripped you tighter. Bruisingly tight. You gasped as he tossed you onto the bed, pinning your hands above your head with his metal hand and pinning your legs down with his knees.
“Please,” you cried. This wasn’t your Bucky. “Please, stop.”
He pushed himself against you sucking away at the skin you had on display. You clenched your eyes shut as tears trailed down your cheeks. The Soldier, still kneeling on your legs, let your arms go and straightened his back. His face was void of emotion as he went to strip himself of his own clothes. You took this chance to reach up and smack him across the face. He growled, metal hand coming down on your throat and pinning you to the bed.
“B—Buck—y,” you strained. “Pl—please… Sto—stop…” You looked into his eyes. “Please…”
Within seconds, he was off of you and across the room. You were choking as air began to go back through your windpipe.
“Oh my— I— Y/N. No,” Bucky rambled, staring at you in horror. “I… I’m so sorry. Oh my gosh. I almost— I—“ You didn’t respond, curling in on yourself on the bed. You watched him warily. “Y/N…”
“I’ve never ran into the Soldier before,” you whispered. “He was cruel.” Tears streamed down your face. “He… he wasn’t you, Buck.”
“Then why are you still looking at me like that? Like you’re scared of me to come anywhere near you.” You looked away, ashamed. Bucky leaned against the wall behind him, sliding down it onto the floor. “I was worried about this happening. I’ve let him back in… scared you.”
“It’s not your fault, Buck. It’s what they’re making you do.”
“Did he make you dress like that?”
“Snow gave it to me. Told me it was to reward you.”
“I… I would never—“
“But the Soldier would. He… he almost did. Next time he might just…”
“I’m going to bargain for your freedom.”
“What? No!”
“I’ll stay here in exchange for you to be able to go home.”
“No!” You jumped off the bed. “I will not let you do that. We are making it out of this, together. Or not at all.”
“I can’t let the Soldier or Snow keep hurting you. Just look at your skin, Y/N! Bruises are forming right before my eyes and the scars he’s given you! It’s killing me to watch it.”
“Don’t you think it’s killing me to watch what this is putting you through?! Every time I see you, I can see what all of this is doing to you. I feel my heart shatter.” You made your way over to him. “This is what they want though, for it to break both of us. Even to break us apart. We can’t let that happen.” Your hand come up to his cheek, rubbing your thumb along it. “Please don’t let them win.” Bucky sighed into your palm, leaning into it. “We will get out of here. I can’t imagine that our friends have stopped looking for us.”
“Ten assassinations in four weeks,” Steve sighed. “All with his MO… It’s Bucky. It has to be."
“They must be using Y/N as leverage to get what they want out of him,” Tony said.
“There’s been another one,” Natasha stated, entering the room. “A political party member of a rising party in Europe.”
“We need to find him and Y/N,” Steve said. “Stop what’s going on.”
“Guys! Guy!” Clint and Scott shouted as they ran in. 
“I think we found something!” Scott announced. He handed his tablet over to Tony. Tony’s eyes bulged as he looked at what’s on the screen.
“Holy shit, I think you did.” Tony looked at Steve, showing him the picture of the note left on one of the assassinations. 
“He’s leaving us clues,” Clint said.
You hadn’t seen Bucky again after those 24 hours you had with him. You two spent most of the time holding onto each other, trying to ease the others’ worries. It didn’t really work, but it was still nice trying. It was a week and a half since all that. You were laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, when a box got slipped under your door with a note on top. You sighed, figuring you had a good guess about what was inside. You crawled over to it and opened the note.
He’s coming back tonight. Wear it and do what he wants. I won’t let you stop him this time. I’m waiting for a show. - J.S.
This set of lingerie was red and really was useless as it didn’t cover much. Once you were changed into it, the door opened and Bucky entered. By looking into his eyes, you knew it was your Bucky.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I made a mistake on the mission and now… If I don’t do what he wants, he’ll kill you. And I can’t—“
“It’s okay,” you whispered, coming up to him. “Do what you have to… I can handle it…”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Bucky…” you gently took his face in your hands. “It’s okay.”
He turned around, ashamed, as he stripped down until he was naked. You could hear and see him take a deep breath before he spun around and slammed you into the wall. You winced and could see the apology in his eyes. He didn’t say anything and you knew it was because he was going to get in trouble if he did.
You allowed him to use you like a rag doll and did everything he directed. With each demand, you could feel how sorry he was. You didn’t fight, knowing that Snow was watching and that it was life or death. You were bleeding in many places, and exhausted, by the time Snow’s order came over the speakers for Bucky to step away from you. He ordered for Bucky to leave you there and clean himself up.
You passed out as the shower turned on. Bucky kept his eyes on your chest rising and falling as he quickly did as he was ordered to do so, changing into the clothes that were on the shelf for him. He was just about to go and clean you up when the red alarm began going off. You groggily woke, pushing yourself to sit up.
“Don’t,” Bucky softly ordered. “Don’t move. You’re too weak.”
“What’s going on?” You asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I need to get dressed. If they come into move us, I… I don’t want…”
“I’ve got it.” 
He picked you up and rushed you to the shower. With a washcloth, he wiped you down carefully before helping you change. Just as he finished, Snow stormed into the room with a handful of guards.
“You two, up and with me,” he ordered. “Now.”
Bucky helped you up, your legs wobbly with what you had just been through. Snow quickly snatched you from Bucky’s arms and aimed a gun at your side. Bucky’s hands formed into fists and his jaw clenched.
“You and my guards will do whatever’s necessary to get me out of here, or she dies,” Snow threatened, moving the gun to aim and your neck.
The guard offered Bucky a gun. He took it, eyes glaring at Snow. Bucky then took the lead, now knowing the ways out of here because of the missions he had been on. Being out in the hallway now, you were able to hear the fighting going on. The familiar sounds of repulsers firing and a vibranium shield clanging against the walls. 
You took a deep breath in as you felt hope flood your veins for the first time in what seems liked forever. With a gun pressed into your neck, Bucky led your group down the halls. You hoped that Bucky was leading you closer to your team and not farther away. But you also knew that, to him, your life was in the balance and he wasn’t going to do any more to hurt you than he already had.
“Stop right there,” Tony instructed, stepping into the hallway and blocking the way. 
His hand came up, ready to fire, as his helmet disappeared into his suit. He looked at you, relief filling his eyes until he noticed the gun pressed against your neck. Tony’s eyes flicked from yours to the gun against your neck and then to the gun Bucky was aiming at him.
“I thought we were good now, Barnes,” Tony said. “Hate to see you pointing a gun at me again.”
“I have no choice,” Bucky responded. “He’ll kill her.”
“The Soldier is right,” Snow interrupted. “If he doesn’t get me out of here, I will kill her. So, Soldier, what are you waiting for? Kill him.”
Bucky’s finger twitched over the trigger before he pulled it. The red, white, and blue shield came flying between Tony and the bullet, blocking it before the shield lodged itself into the wall. You could see Bucky let out a sigh of relief, like he had been hoping that was going to happen. Sounds of bodies falling behind Snow, yourself, and Bucky made you turn to look. They each had arrows in them. Clint was not too far down the hall with Nat, waiting to make their next move.
“Shoot them Soldier!” Snow demanded. “Before I shoot her!” 
He pressed the gun against you harder, which you didn’t think was possible. You noticed the slight nod of Bucky’s head to Steve and Steve’s response. Shots were fired. You don’t even know who shot first in all the commotion. But suddenly, both Snow and you were on the ground, bleeding. John Snow was dead and you were definitely going to bleed out with out fast the blood was leaving your stomach.
“Y/N!” Various voices shouted. 
Bucky was quickly on one side of you, hands pressing against the wound. Tony was kneeling on the other side, while the others stood around. You could hear Steve calling in for a med team and a quinjet, using his Captain voice.
“Stay with me,” Bucky begged. “I promised you that I’d get you out of this, I told intend on breaking that now.”
“Hey kid,” Tony forced out a smile. “I need you to hold still because I’m going to try to seal the wound until the med team arrives, okay?”
“Okay,” you breathed out.
Bucky lifted his hands so that they were hovering above you before Tony pointed his armored finger and began spraying nano particles on the wound. The bleeding immediately slowed. You knew it wasn’t a permanent solution, but it would help you survive. Tony studied the rest of your body that he could see, noting the bruises and new scars that marked your skin.
“Hey,” you caught his attention. “I’m okay… I survived.” You reached up and took a hold of Bucky’s metal hand. “We survived.”
You slept on the quinjet back, body exhausted from everything you’d been put through. You woke up in the med bay. Looking around, you noticed Bucky in a bed beside you.
“We had to drug him in order for him to let us give him a check up and for him to get any rest,” Steve told you, revealing his position on a chair in the corner.
“That’s good,” you said quietly. “He needs it. He hasn’t had very much rest since we were taken… too worried about me.”
“He told us what happened. He feels incredibly guilty… He’ll be blaming himself for awhile.”
“I know.” You looked back at Bucky. “And I know that there will be things that haunt me too… but we’ll work through that together. I know we will.”
“I’m glad you too figured out the whole ‘I love you’ situation. At least that’s in the past.”
“Yeah… it will definitely make dealing with all this crap easier.” You paused, studying Bucky for a moment. “Steve, do you mind moving his bed closer? I want to hold his hand.”
Steve quickly stood up and rolled his bed closer to you. He put down the barrier so that it merged into one large bed. You took his hand and intertwined your fingers into his. You brought his hand up, pressing a kiss to it.
“I’ll leave you two to rest,” Steve said. “I’m glad you guys are back.” 
He left and you moved closer to Bucky. You lifted his arm over your shoulders and curled into his side. You craned your neck up and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I love you,” you whispered.
“I love you too.”
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buckys-b1tch05 · 23 hours ago
Tiny [Natasha Romanoff x Reader]
Your height was never an issue to you. It made you hide-able on missions, and your small frame could fit basically anywhere, making it easy to sneak up on targets and execute them.
Until you started to date Natasha.
"Hey, shorty," She teased as she walked into the kitchen. You sat on the counter in the kitchen, trying to twist your body so that you could reach one of the shelves.
You creased your eyebrows, sending her a scowl before returning to your mission.
Get the God damn cup from the cupboard.
You heard her chuckle lowly and you pouted, letting your hands drop to your sides as your back hunched in defeat.
She came up to you, standing in between your legs. You still had to look up, even though you were sitting in the counter, she still was taller.
"Come on моя любовь," (My love) She smirked while she lowered her head so your faces were inches apart. Her arms were on either side of your thighs, caressing the side of them slightly. "Is this what you want?"
She reached up without breaking eye contact, effortlessly grabbing the cup and placing it on the counter beside you.
You rolled your eyes, moving your body so you could reach the cup but her arm stopped you. "Not so fast крошечный," (Tiny). She pursed her lips, leaning down and waiting for you to kiss her.
"Call me tiny again and I'll kick you," you said, leaning towards her face and pecking her lips for the smallest second.
"Oi!" She laughed, grabbing your jaw forcing you to look at her. "Fucking kiss me like you mean it,"
You grinned at her outburst, you leaned in just enough for her nose to touch yours. "How about no?" You didn't give her a chance to respond, quickly sliding out of her grip and running away towards wherever your feet carried you.
You heard her run behind you as a low laugh escaped her throat. You carried on running, a massive smirk plastered on your face. Soon enough, you ran out of air and you had to stop.
Heavy breaths left your mouth as you leant your back against a wall. You tried your best to keep your breathing quiet so Nat couldn't find you but to your demise she was fast to find you.
Her hands pinned you against the wall and she towered over you, her hands on either side of your head as she breathed into your face. "Gotcha,"
You chuckled, looking up at her and without warning connected your lips with her. This time, like you meant it.
You were on cloud nine. The warmth off her lips colliding with your cold ones was a sensation to remember and her hands moving to cup your face just wanted to kiss her more.
She ordered you to jump when your lips were still moving in sync. You complied, smiling into her mouth as your legs wrapped around her waist. Her hands traveled to support your from below, grasping at your thighs.
Once you pulled away, you continued to stare into each other's eyes, smiling like idiots.
"I love you," you breathed, tightening your grip around her shoulders more. "So much Nat,"
"I love you too-"
"Don't do it,"
"крошечный," (Tiny)
"Fuck you,"
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yourtaletotell · a day ago
I have one: Reader organized the first birthday party for Wanda + 66.“You made this for me?” + 100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..” + 65. “How about a kiss?” + 71. “Are you really flirting with me right now?” not in that particular order
Hello, thanks for the request. I hope you like it 💜
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Surprise Party
A/N: Celebration 1k followers. Requests Open!
Warnings: none, just fluff.
Words: 782.
You were more anxious than ever, you had been thinking about this party for months. You put all the Avengers to work, everyone was helping you without blinking an eye. Everyone liked Wanda, everyone liked you too, so they were happy with what you were doing. A birthday party, with the theme she loved the most: sitcom.
Peter was upside down, putting the last decorations on the ceiling. Steve and Bucky were setting the table in the center of the hall, while Sam and Vision were in the kitchen picking apart some food that you had prepared. You, with your power, multiplied into 6 copies and began to organize things faster.
"Photocopy, Mr. Stark asked to inform you that Miss Romanoff and Miss Maximoff are on their way." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced over the loudspeaker.
"Photocopy, really Stark?" You shouted, along with your copies. "Okay guys, get ready."
You felt your heart race as you used your super hearing. They were in the hallway. Your copies disappeared, leaving only you. Peter, came down from the ceiling, Steve, Bucky and Sam came close to you. Tony joined Clint in laughing. You took advantage of this and pointed your middle finger at both of them.
When the door to the hall opened, you froze and looked at the door. Wanda looked surprised, her mouth was ajar, and Natasha, standing next to her, had a disguised smile on her face. You came to your senses and pressed a button. Tony's robots appeared and began to play back scenes from the sitcoms that Wanda loved.
When the last of the robots finished, you noticed that everyone was laughing, but Wanda was smiling broadly but crying. You got desperate and ran to her.
"Oh shit, you're crying, I'm sorry." You started to speak quickly. "I tried to make a nice birthday, with the things you like, I even made your favorite food..."
"You made this for me?" Wanda asked with her voice failing from crying, "Hey, it's okay, I actually loved it."
You looked her up and down, she looked lovely as always, but she had a hint of Natasha in her clothes.
"Wow, you Olympus let a goddess get away." You let go without thinking and smacked your forehead with your other hand when you realized.
"I hope on today's menu is Me 'n' u" Wanda said smiling.
Now you were the one who was dumbfounded, Wanda noticed your surprise and let out a laugh that warmed your heart
"Are you really flirting with me right now?" you asked.
Peter approached with a small gift box in his hand. Interrupting your moment. Soon you noticed everyone approaching, and then you took a few steps back, so she could enjoy it.
The party went smoothly, Wanda interacted with all the avengers, thanking them for the gifts she received from each one. You watched her from afar, you didn't want to get on her heels, because after all it was her party. A hint of jealousy invaded your chest when you saw her laughing with Vision.
You left the hall, walked to the outside area and leaned on the ledge looking at the city ahead of you. Wanda noticed you leaving, she excused herself to Vision and walked over to you.
"That was the best birthday party I could have." Wanda said, catching your attention, you turned to her and smiled. "Thank you."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." You looked into her eyes. "Wanda, I was wondering..."
"How about a kiss?" She said taking a step forward.
"Wait, what?" you were confused and laughed mirthlessly. "Aren't you going to let me ask you out first?"
Wanda denied with her head, you then smiled and stepped closer. Your heart raced in your chest, feeling as if it would burst out of your mouth at any moment. You felt your mind go into shock. Your hands went to Wanda's waist, pulling her to your body. She brought her hands up to your neck, and then you kissed her.
You remembered reading once that kissing was a connection of souls, but you had never believed it, not until this moment, until you kissed Wanda. It was At that moment that you knew you needed her more than you ever imagined.
When air was needed, Wanda pulled away and rested her forehead against yours. She had a big smile on her face. You brought a hand up to her face, caressing her cheek.
"I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror... "You laughed. "You ruined my moment, I had a speech in mind.
"Oh, don't worry, I saw the whole thing." Wanda kissed your lips again.
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weasleygirl7 · 4 months ago
A Glorious Purpose (Loki x Fem!Reader)
In which Loki watches his future and finds you play a much larger role than he had expected... SPOILERS FOR LOKI SERIES!!! Send any requests my way :) I’ve got some free time and I’m ready to WRITE!
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The screen showed a pixelated version of the Avengers… and you. You who he had seen mere hours ago fighting against him, and then whom he had seen two versions of. He had smelled the cologne of the two Tony’s, just as he had beheld the two Y/N’s.
He hadn’t originally noticed you dressed as a guard until he had heard the subtle, yet sharp intake of breath, a breath not all that different from the gasp he had made moments ago when seeing his mother on this damned screen, a gasp of pain. You were clearly older, a scar on your cheek that hadn’t been there mere moments ago at the top of Avengers tower as you had nudged Romanoff with a grin as you settled into the elevator. This older you had locked eyes with him for a fleeting second until being broken apart by the commotion of the Hulk smashing through the stairwell door and sending everyone scrambling.
It had struck him as odd at the time, yes, but he had been preoccupied with other details (such as escaping) rather than wondering why the mighty avengers had decided to play around with time. He’d had only a couple of conversations with you until now, and none of them entirely delightful seeing as you were on opposing sides, and the recognition held in future you’s eyes had unsettled him more than he’d care to say.
Glancing once more at the table before him, Loki pulled out a chair and sat. The round device before him was no more complicated than anything else he’d seen before, and a twist of a knob later, he was skipping through his life on film.
Stop. His mother, dead on the floor. His doing, according to Mobius. A manifestation of the pain and suffering he had been supposedly born to cause. A shuddering breath escaped him.
Twist. Images of Thor and... you for some reason flickered past like voices on the wind, glimpses of some life he had never lived, some life he was meant to live. And Odin, his... well, the closest thing to a father Loki had ever known.
Stop. “I love you, my sons.” He saw himself, an older Loki, beside his father. Another shuddering breath escaped him. My sons… Odin had seen this Loki, this version of him, as his true son. He had not hesitated, had not made him an afterthought behind Thor. Tears welled up in his vision, and try as he may, Loki could not stop them. “Remember this place. Home.” He watched as his father died before his very eyes, saw himself stand beside Thor as brothers once more, united in their grief. He saw You, coming to his side and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Stop.  You, kissing him. His hands tangled in your hair. You pull away with a gasp for air, a smile playing on your lips as you trace a delicate hand across his cheek. “You are good, Loki Laufeyson, and you deserve good things.” His future self breaths a small laugh as he shakes his head, placing his hand atop your own. “You are the good in me, my love.”
Stop. Thor, his hair cut and trimmed short, staring at Loki with… love. “Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever.” Loki drew yet another shuddering breath and looked away. Forever.
Stop. You. You, on the Bifrost beside himself, Thor (missing an eye no less), and who appeared to be a Valkyrie from the stories his mother would tell them as children. You, weapon in hand and looking slightly worse for wear, sweat dripping down your face as you shot him a sly grin.
Stop.Thor, a newfound patch on his eye, turning. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.” A sly grin on his future self’s face as he replied, “Maybe not.” A thanks from Thor, his voice deep and true, “If you were here, I might even give you a hug.” Loki can’t stop the incredulous laugh from leaving his lips as he watches the scene before him. His soft brother, still soft. A quiet response from his future self, “I’m here.” A soft click indicating the opening of a door, laughter from offscreen. Your voice rings out playfully, “Oh please, don’t let me interrupt. I’d like to see this.” 
Stop. Himself, panting and suddenly thrusting a knife upwards at Thanos… who makes no movement of defense, a glittering gold gauntlet already adorning his fist. Loki’s smile falls into a grimace as realization strikes him. “Undying?” The giant asks and he hears scraping from the sidelines. A glance of his future self’s eyes turns the screen on you, beaten and bloody, struggling on your knees with a hand of one of Thanos’ children’s clamped tightly over your mouth. Tears fall from your eyes as you flail against their grip, fighting. This future Loki merely nods towards you. Thanos’ voice cuts through the silence.  “Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.”
Loki stands to his feet and watches as his future self is lifted into the air by the neck, choked forcefully. He sees himself struggle to no avail, his suffering long and drawn out. His words broken and strained, “You... will never be... a god.” The snap of his neck. His death. Gasping and taking frantic steps back, Loki watches as his brother and you grieve over his body. Thor crying silently while you frantically shake his body, begging him to wake up and come back to you.
An explosion marking the end of the tape. He scoffs, despair and regret boiling up in his chest.
A glorious purpose indeed.
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certifiedskywalker · 6 months ago
Trouble Doubled - Bucky Barnes
Even after everything, you’re still the person who Bucky Barnes runs to when things go bad. Only now, he brings Sam who fails to hide his grin when he sees how James melts under your touch.
WARNINGS: Blood, stitches, and TFATWS possible spoilers (I think I was vague enough)
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“Ouch! That’s going to hurt in the morning!”
“Ha, it hurts now, actually,” Sam grumbled. 
You pressed your lips together to stifle the grin that threatened to spill over them. Unable to help yourself, you glanced at Bucky in the hopes he too was biting back a grin. Stood by the door, slightly shrouded in shadow, you could make out the half smile that played on his lips. Though, his expression quickly melted into a grimace as Sam groaned. Reality quickly crashed back down on your shoulders and you turned back to the man laid on the table.
“You’re not going to like this.” Before Sam could ask what ‘this’ was, you began to palpate his wound. He flinched away from your reach at first, but then settled in the discomfort.
“Mm, yeah, no, that doesn’t feel good, Doc.”
“Not a doctor,” you said, still pressing lightly into the bruised flesh. “And I have to make sure you didn’t crack a rib. Otherwise, you’ll need a doctor.”
“Gotta work on your bedside manner,” Sam said as he winced. You pulled your hands away with a sigh and he met your eyes. “Bad?”
“In the grand scheme of things, no. Just try not to throw yourself off a building for the next few days. Think you guys can manage that?”
“Maybe. Harder to fly without jumping first.” Sam groaned once more as he sat up and the pain seemed to convince him to heed your warning. “We’ll try, Doc.”
You rolled your eyes at him before turning to look at Bucky. Still tucked in the darker corner of the room, he seemed small. His brows were knitted tightly together by worry and you imagined that, if he met your gaze, you would see concern in his eyes. Pushed forward by your own worry, you strode over to him. At your growing closeness, Bucky lifted his eyes to yours.
“Your turn.”
“I’m fine, Y/N.”
Despite his protest, Bucky did not lock himself in place. Instead, he gave in and let you lead him by the arm, over to the table. Sam eyed him with a wide grin as Bucky landed in the same spot he had sat in only moments ago. He mouthed something to the century-old soldier that you caught, but could not make out.
“What happened to taking it easy? You told me after, you know, that you would ease into things.” You gestured to the rags you had used to clean Sam’s more minor wounds; the fabric pieces were now dyed a reddish pink from blood. “That doesn’t seem like easing into it.”
“You didn’t see the other guy,” Sam quipped. 
“I like to think you didn’t leave any of him left,” you fired back as you pinched Bucky’s chin between your forefinger and thumb. “Look at me.”
Bucky did as you told him to and met your gaze. You took a sharp breath in at the sight of him, at how his pupils blew out slightly as you studied his reaction. All at once, the air around you grew thick. This close, you could smell the sweat and ash on his skin, along with hints of whatever air freshener he had in his apartment. 
Was it coconut? Sandalwood? You couldn’t parse out which as you found yourself lost in the blues of Bucky’s eyes. The sound of Sam clearing his throat shook you from your haze.
“No signs of a concussion.”
“Really?” Sam asked, grin still plastered on his face. You raised a brow at him in question before you turned back to Bucky. 
“Why? Did you hit your head?”
“No,” he said, clearly tired of Sam’s commentary, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“Super soldier or not, a head wound is a head wound. Can you?” You gestured to his jacket and, with a sigh, Bucky pulled it off his shoulders.
“How do you two know each other again?” Sam asked, glancing around the room. “And why are we in an abandoned building.”
“Hard to trace us back here. Didn’t want to lead them to Y/N’s place,” Bucky said, tossing his jacket to the side. He winced as he did, and then you saw the blood.
With reaching hands, you peeled back the crimson-soaked material of his shirt. Your movement revealed a long gash along his side that, with each breath, sent dribbles of blood to his hip. Sam made a sound of surprise and mild disgust at the sight. You were inclined to agree with another shout, but you were too caught up in how to stop the bleeding.
“Lay back,” you ordered, pressing Bucky’s shoulder. He yielded and you pushed his shirt up to expose the entire length of the wound. “Why didn't you show this to me earlier?!”
“It’s not that bad.”
"You're bleeding," you huffed, "which is pretty indicative of bad, if you ask me. Sam?"
"This is not my battle,” he raised his hands and shook his head. “I know better than to intrude on a lover’s quarrel.”
Neither you nor Bucky spoke up to correct him. In your mind, you came up with a quick excuse: Bucky was bleeding and you needed to focus on stopping it. Sam’s comment could be corrected later. Though, when Bucky didn’t speak up, you felt your chest tighten. As you worked on dressing the gash, you glanced up at him and found his blue eyes trained on you. He was dwelling on your silence too.
You pulled yourself out of the whirlpool of his gaze and reached over his body towards your medical supplies. As you stretched, your chest pressed lightly against Bucky’s, but you swallowed hard and refocused.
“Sorry, need to sow you up.”
Bucky didn’t respond, but he did avert his gaze. He found some spot in the ceiling to stare at instead of you. His distraction allowed you to work without the prickling temptation to sneak glances at his features; for the most part. It was only when Sam moved to stand over at your side you did you look up from Bucky’s wound.
“Nothing, just wondering how many times you’ve done this before.” 
A bitter laugh slipped past your lips at his reply. “Too many times to count. If it’s not an Avenger, it’s a masked savior from Hell’s Kitchen. Someone always needs stitched up.”
“But James here is your favorite patient?”
Bucky’s tone set you on edge. It was warning, cold, and unlike the teasing you had grown fond of. Sam, knowing better than to piss him off, backed away from the table. You looked from him to Bucky and back again. When Bucky did not dare to meet your gaze, you felt a lump form in your throat. Tension weighed down your tongue, stopped you from saying a word or asking a question, despite your want to. 
“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, old man. I’ll check with Torres, see if he has anything.”
Bucky’s eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above you. He was quiet, like the first time you met, and distant. His gaze seemed far away, as if he were looking through the ceiling of this hideaway. After you heard the door of the room close behind Sam, you went back to work on Bucky’s side in silence. 
Carefully, you sowed the gash and tried to keep your hands steady. Every other jab with the needle made Bucky wince. You flinched at his sharp intake of breath and mumbled an apology before you went on to the next stitch. Five apologies later, the bleeding slowed and you gently pressed a crisp, white bandage to safeguard your handiwork. 
Immediately after you secured the gauze, Bucky moved to sit up. Before he could, you pressed on his shoulders again and pinned him in place. Though, you knew you couldn’t have pinned him if he hadn’t let you. Your upper body strength was nothing compared to his, you both knew that.
“Don’t move,” you said softly, “you’ll ruin my work.”
“It’s gonna be hard not to.” Bucky met your gaze and, in the dim light of the room, his eyes looked dark, almost sad. Something in his face, perhaps the dull, yet familiar laughter lines around his mouth or the bags under his eyes, alleviated the tension that had silenced before.
“You told me you wouldn’t. That you would take it easy and focus on making amends.”
Bucky closed his eyes at the disappoint that laced your tone. “I tried. I wanted to, Hell, I need to, but I can’t. I never could.”
“Because,” Bucky began to sit up from the table top, “I’m a soldier. I need the fight.”
You watched as he moved, as your hands slipped from his shoulders and fell back to your sides. He pulled his shirt down over his freshly bandaged wound. When he was covered, Bucky looked back up to you, saw your frown and frowned too.
“Soldiers get to come home,” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.
“If they’re lucky. I’ve never been lucky.”
You bit the inside of your cheek at that. He was right. Bucky told you his story once before, after a therapy session left him feeling a bit more dry than high. He told you that he couldn’t tell you everything, that he wouldn’t. He didn’t have to, but you still hoped for him.
“Luck can change.”
Bucky scoffed as he pushed himself to his feet. Now, at his full height, he towered slightly over you. Despite his looming figure, Bucky did not scare you. Even when he told you his story, what he had done, Bucky did not scare you. 
“Yeah, well, luck, or fate, or whatever, brought me to you and here we are,” he gestured to the dusty dwelling around you. You looked around with a careful eye before you playfully shrugged. 
“I’ve been in worse dives.” Bucky chuckled, a unforced sound that rose up from his chest against his will. “Really, I have.”
“I don’t doubt it. But we put you in danger, asking for your help here. I put you in danger.”
“Oh, are you serious?” You threw your hands up in the air, “there’s always going to be danger in this world. Aliens, war, bad luck.”
“I wanted to keep you safe,” he pressed, taking a step towards you. 
You could smell the perfume of the air freshener again, how it clung to his clothes. It distracted you, threw you into thoughts of what his apartment looked like, if he would ever share that part of him with you or if he would keep it locked away with his full story. You bit your tongue to keep yourself from asking, from wasting your breath on a question he wouldn’t answer. His words would have to be enough for you and, as if on cue, Bucky echoed his sentiment. 
“I wanted to keep you safe.”
“How noble, wanting to keep me safe, Barnes. Just me?” 
Silence was your immediate answer. Silence and Bucky’s full attention. You didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down from yours to your lips then back again.
“Just you.”
In the quiet that followed Bucky’s statement, you became frighteningly aware of your heartbeat again. It wasn’t pounding like before, but it felt loud, like it was pressing against your ribcage, begging to leap out and into Bucky’s arms. As if propelled by it, you found yourself leaning in towards his warmth just as he seemed to shrink away.
Before he was out of reach, you lifted your hands to his face and cupped his jaw. Stubble prickled your fingers and palm, though you were far too enraptured to care.
“Then stay alive,” you said softly, “change your luck and come home.”
In your mind, you did not picture Bucky’s home as his mystery apartment. Instead, you saw only this moment captured by some invisible third party. You saw home as just the two of you and the image made you heart beat a bit faster. 
“I’ll try.”
For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, stewed in the new, easier tension between you. But then your resolve broke and you lips broke into a smile. Bucky mirrored your expression, a lopsided grin resting comfortably along his features. His eyes fell to the floor between you before he looked back into your face.
“Can...can I kiss y-”
“Yes, Barnes, please.”
Without wasting another second, Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands slipped from his jaw to the back of his head where your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his brown hair. One of his hands found your waist and pulled you close to him, while the other cupped your jaw. In sync, his mouth moved against yours and everything around you melted away.
No more wonderings or mystery. It was only you and Bucky, come danger, trouble, or bad luck; and Sam who lingered outside the door.
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vintagemulti · a month ago
Rings, Rings, Rings -> Peter Parker
pairings: peter parker x reader
desc: in which your boyfriends newfound love towards jewellery affects you more than you expected
warnings: swearing, the most nsfw thing i’ve done, sex mentions, hand kink, dirty talk, choking, ring kink(?), hint of dom!peter, nicknames of pure filth
a/n: this is filth. it’s not all the way smut but oh my god it’s pure filth. if there were any mind readers in sainsbury’s while i thought this up - sorry😋
It started with one. One metal band around Peter’s middle finger. You had loved it, even complimented him on it.
Never could you have expected a fucking ring to make you like this.
Your problem had began in first period, when Peter walked into math, his fingers lined with rings. You had noticed straight away, and when he sat down next to you, your mind was already a million miles away.
The only thought bouncing around in your mind was short, sweet and simple. Rings, rings, rings.
By the end of maths, you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach dropping all the way down, giving you a familiar sensation in your abdomen.
You and Peter had been dating for the best part of two years, and yes - you had sex. Good sex, at that, although there was always a mutual feeling of wanting more, something beyond the reasonably vanilla sex.
Maybe this would be the kickstarter.
Now, it was last period, and you were surprised that you had made it through the day. It was English, and where you had normally been focused on the learning, your eyes were glued to Peter in front of you.
He was the row in front and one to the left, so his hands were in perfect view. Was it weird, to be so obsessed with your own boyfriend? No, you thought. He made you like this.
The whole day before, you had been quiet in conversations, although not quiet enough for Peter to be suspicious. MJ had noticed at lunch, clearly more observant than Peter, and she has teased you relentlessly.
But you didn’t care. He was hot.
You knew how wet you were - you could feel it every time you moved. It was unbearable, having to act completely fine all day when your mind was begging to be fucked. You prayed Peter couldn’t tell.
“Y/N?” Your English teacher, Mr. Robertson called.
“Hm?” You snapped your eyes up. “Yeah?”
“I asked you what you got for number seven?”
“Oh,” Looking at the board, you tried to work the answer out in your head. “Alliteration, right?”
Mr. Robertson nodded, “Pay more attention, please.”
“Yes, sir.” You shifted in your chair, accidentally rolling over that sweet spot.
You felt yourself get even wetter, while you hoped the bell would ring sooner. Eyes falling back onto Peter, you noticed the hair on his arms was standing up, and his eyes went vacant, staring at his work.
Fuck, you thought. He knows.
You reached to into your bag under the desk, shuffling things around until you felt the cool glass of your perfume bottle. Pulling it out, you took the cap off and sprayed it over yourself a few times, deliberately pointing some in Peter’s direction.
His spidey-sense normally came in handy, but right now all you wanted was to cover up your own hormones. He didn’t have to know, you said to yourself. It would be so embarrassing to explain - that you had been dumb all day over his hands, just from one simple change.
Eyeing the clock, you checked how long it was until the day would finally be over. Turns out it was only a few minutes - a few minutes until you could get home and get yourself under control-
Wait, you stopped mid-sentence. It was Thursday. That meant you weren’t going home. Thursdays meant May wasn’t home, so you always went to Peter’s for a movie night. Fuck.
“And on that note, pack up.” Mr. Robertson smiled, bringing you out of your thoughts.
Peter closed his jotter, turning around to face you. “Are you ok? You’ve been quiet today.”
“Yeah,” you tried to act normal. “Just trying to pick a movie to watch tonight. It’s my turn, right?”
He smiled. “Please don’t make me watch Love, Simon again. I love it- but I think I know it word for word at this point.”
Good, you thought. Maybe he hasn’t noticed. “Fine. Just because I love you.”
You shoved your jotter into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and saying goodbye to Mr. Robertson. Every step you took caused more friction between your legs, it was torture. There was no way you could act normally.
Thankfully, the walk from school to Peter’s place wasn’t too far, although he still lived with May and was in his last year of high school, you were glad that he was so close to you, all the time. It was nice to have him there.
Approaching his apartment building, the conversation was scarce - not awkward, though. Peter seemed to take your quietness as a hint, and you two walked in comfortable silence.
He held the door for you as you walked into the building, heading towards the stairs up to his floor. You could hear him behind you, rummaging around in his bag to find his keys.
When you got to his door, you turned, meeting his brown eyes - seeing something within them, something not too prominent, but there. It was new.
“So, you decided on a movie?” Peter asked, closing the door behind him. “And please don’t say 365 Days. May doesn’t need that on our Netflix history.”
You laughed, “Really? I was looking forward to watching that.”
He rolled his eyes, pulling his bag off of his shoulder. “No, baby. I will not watch glorified porn with you.”
“Damn,” you joked. “Guess I’ll have to settle for my second choice.”
“Which is?”
“50 Shades.”
Peter scoffed. “No. Absolutely not, princess. That’s not even on Netflix.”
You set your bag down next to his. “I’m kidding, babe. MJ was talking about this movie in science - it’s called Room. It sounds good.”
“As long as it’s not a weird mafia sex movie.” Peter mumbled.
“I doubt it would be,” You giggled.
He walked over to the living room TV, picking up the remote and turning it on before you spoke;
“I’m gonna get changed, can I borrow a hoodie? This shirt is too tight.”
“Yeah, go ahead,” He smiled. “By borrow, you mean keep, right?”
You fake scoffed. “Never!”
Peter smirked. “It’s good, baby. You look good in my clothes anyway. I’ll get the movie on.”
Smiling, you walked into his room, pulling your own shirt off - leaving you in your bra. You walked up to Peter’s closet, looking for a hoodie you saw him wear the other day.
You searched through the hangers, not finding a single hoodie. Weird, you thought. Maybe he moved them into the drawers.
Turning around, you jumped when you saw Peter almost right in front of you, just a few feet ahead.
“Christ, Pete. Almost had a heart attack.” You laughed.
“I wanted to ask you about something.” His tone was smooth, almost totally opposing the joking tone he had just a minute ago.
“Sure,” You smiled. “But can I have some clothes on when you ask?”
You began to walk past him to his drawers, but were surprised when his hand caught your arm before you could pass.
“Pete- Are you alright?” You could feel the rings pressing against your skin, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a huge turn on. You could feel the butterflies in your panties, which were already soaked from the day.
The hair on Peter’s arm stood up.
“That,” he looked at his arm. “Keeps happening.”
“Is someone in trouble, maybe?” You tried to play it off.
Peter laughed a little. “No, angel. No one’s in trouble.”
You nodded. “Then what is it?”
“Come on, pretty girl,” he drawled. “Let’s not play dumb.”
His hand moved up from your wrist, slowing tracing your arm, going all the way up until Peter’s hand reached your face. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, but kept his hand there, cupping your cheek.
“I could smell you, all day,” He smirked. “That’s why you kept spraying perfume, isn’t it? You knew that I’d smell how fuckin’ wet you are.”
Your breath hitched. Peter had never been like this before, never so outright. Hey, you didn’t dislike it.
“Tell me, baby,” he looked back into your eyes before he pulled his hand away, running it through his curls. “What’s got you so needy?”
The words wouldn’t come out. It was too embarrassing. What is he thought it was weird, what if it made him uncomfortable? Your mind raced.
“Baby,” His hand went to your chin, pulling it up so you’d look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”
You still couldn’t speak, but instead looked down to his other hand, Peter’s own gaze following. He laughed a little when it clicked.
“Oh,” he breathed, putting both hands next to each other. “my hands?”
“I know it’s dumb, I don’t know why I-”
Peter stopped you with just a look.
“No, it’s not,” smirking, he raised his right hand and placed it back on your cheek. “It’s not weird.”
He seemed to recognise that you wanted more, just didn’t want to say it, as he gave you a look as if you say ‘Go ahead, do whatever.’ Peter could tell you a lot through looks.
You took a breath, reaching up to the hand on your shoulder, lifting it off and moving it up, slowing placing it on your neck, using your own hand to wrap it around.
The cool metal was nice against your skin, and although Peter could already smell your hormones, you knew they would be kicking off even more now that you had everything you wanted - his hand wrapped around your neck.
You moved you’re eyes back up to him, expecting him to look confused or uncomfortable, but instead there was just a vacant look on his face, something you had never seen before.
For a moment you thought he hated it, Peter’s blank look making you expect the worst, so you pulled away a little, letting your hand drop from on top of his.
But he didn’t pull away.
His expression turned, going from blank to a small smirk, his eyes almost lighting up. “Oh,”
You swallowed. “Is this ok?”
Peter nodded quickly. “This is definitely ok.”
Smiling a little, you moved further into his grip, feeling the cool of his rings against your throat. You felt Peter tighten his grip slightly, which took you by surprise.
Letting out a small moan - much to Peter’s delight, you flushed red and looked into his eyes again.
He laughed a little, moving closer to you and running his other hand down your side.
“We’re gonna have so much fun with this, angel.”
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leydileyla · 23 days ago
burnthoneymint and leydileyla's MCU Kinktober Collab Masterlist
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Day 1 Face Sitting with Bucky Barnes @burnthoneymint
Day 2 Threesome with not one but two Lokis
Day 3 Exhibitionism with Tony Stark @burnthoneymint
Day 4 Knife Play with Loki @leydileyla
Day 5 Lap Dance with Natasha Romanoff @burnthoneymint
Day 6 Deep Throating With Scott Lang
Day 7 Roleplay with Dr. Strange @burnthoneymint
Day 8 Seduction with Steve Rogers
Day 9 Hate/Angry Sex with Thor
Day 10 Gagging with Loki
Day 11 Sleepy Sex with Pietro Maximoff
Day 12 Body Worship with Vision
Day 13 Sensory Deprivation with Steve Rogers @burnthoneymint
Day 14 CNC with Dr. Strange
Day 15 Collaring with Peter Parker
Day 16 Nipple Play with Peter Parker
Day 17 Pet Play with Loki
Day 18 Sex Pollen with Steve Rogers
Day 19 Impact Play with Peter Parker
Day 20 Phone Sex with Tony Stark
Day 21 Dirty Talk with Loki
Day 22 Thigh Riding with Starlord
Day 23 Cock Warming with Tony Stark
Day 24 Vanilla/Slow Soft with T'Challa
Day 25 Breeding with Tony Stark
Day 26 Choking with Tony Stark
Day 27 Corruption with Evil Dr. Strange
Day 28 Almost getting caught with Loki
Day 29 CNC with Tony Stark
Day 30 Praise Kink with Loki
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scarlvtbitch · 6 months ago
summary: reader gets turned on when bucky gets aggressive with zemo 
warning: shower sex 
gif credit: @august-walker
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“I prefer to keep my leverage.” As soon as you saw Bucky getting up from his spot in the couch next to you, you knew what was coming. He calmly walked over to Zemo until he reached him, grabbing the glass from his hands and throwing it across the room, in a very agitated matter. The action made Zemo flinch.
“You wanna see what someone can do with leverage.” You shifted in your seat as your core searched for the tiniest amount of friction. The way he acted and talked has never turned you on more. But you couldn’t let your need for him get the best of the situation.
“Okay.” You got up and stepped in between the two men, putting a hand against Bucky’s broad chest. “That’s enough, Buck. You can’t hurt least not yet.” You winked at him and when he looked down at you, his gaze went from a deathly stare to a gaze of admiration, adoration. You knew he was still enraged, but you were right. He had to keep it together. He stepped away and murmured something about showering.
Few minutes passed before you snuck away from the living room. Sam searching what the latest news was on his phone and Zemo was preparing himself another tea. The perfect opportunity for you to get a quiet moment with your boyfriend.
You walked down the hall and found the bathroom. You assumed it was because you could hear the shower running. You didn’t even bother knocking. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from gasping loudly at the scene before you. The shower was surrounded by glass. Enabling you to see everything. Bucky’s back was turned towards you. He was currently standing with his hands pressed against the tiles, as the water ran down his body. His perfect muscles rippled and flexed in all their glory, from his broad shoulders to his thick thighs. You gulped as you shed your clothes from your body. 
He hadn’t heard you come in yet because he was currently with his back facing you still. You slid inside the shower and carefully closed the glass door. You didn’t waste any time and slid your hands around him, your hands meeting his tight abdomen. You heard him give a small gasp. You pressed your body against his as you lightly caressed his chest and then his abdomen, you kept the same rhythm until he relaxed against your touch. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder before you started kissing the freckles there. He then turned his body so he was now facing you. 
You couldn’t help but instantly gaze down at him. Your mouth watered at the sight. He was always mesmerized by your beauty and body, today was no different. His arms went around your waist and pulled you to him. He roughly placed his lips upon yours and groaned at the taste of your lips. He could make out the taste of your strawberry chapstick. His lips then found your neck and started nipping and licking until you were begging under him.
“I need you, Buck, please.” You managed to grit out. His fingers drifted down until he reached his destination. He gasped when he saw how wet you were for him, and it wasn’t because of the water currently running on you.
“For how long have you been this soaked, doll?” He said as he rubbed your clit just the way you liked. Then he slipped his fingers inside very easily, his vibranium arm holding you steady, because god knows you could easily fall if he didn’t have a far grip on you. That’s how weak he made you.
“Ever...ever since you threatened...” You let out a moan when he started curling his fingers against your walls. “You-you threatened Zemo.” You rushed the words out, your brain lost in deep pleasure. 
“You like seeing me like that?” You nodded as you screwed your eyes shut when you could feel your release tingling at the base of your spine. “Bad girl, Y/N.” He tsked at you and then retreated his skillful fingers from your pussy. His next action was what truly had you melting down in seconds.
He brought up his fingers to his lips slowly and started sucking them in a very seductive matter. He closed his eyes and moaned at the taste of you.
“You taste like candy.” Now it was your time to moan at his comment. Before you could say anything he lifted you up against the wall and roughly pushed you against it. He slid home in an instant. He mercilessly pounded into you, he fucked you so hard that you were almost sure he had the ability to break the wall, leaving the view opened from the other room. 
Your moans started low but eventually they got higher and louder. He brought up his large hand to your lips in an effort to shush you
“Shh, doll. You gotta be quiet for me, can you do that?” You furiously nodded as you felt your stomach tighten in the familiar way it always did when you were on the brink of an orgasm. He glanced down at the place where you two were joined and groaned at the sight. His thick, long length fit perfectly in you. 
“I’m gonna cum, Buck.”
“Come for me, doll.” He reached down at rubbed tight circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you finally reached your peak. You contracted around his girth, tightening around him in the most delicious way. He was quickly right behind you. He gave one last thrust before his seed was pouring itself inside you. He buried his face in your neck and let out grunts mixed with a light moan. Your hand came down to his toned back, panting as you struggled to catch your breath. You unlocked your legs from his backside and he gently set you down. 
“Guess I should be angry more often, huh?” He teased.
“Oh, yeah. But not with me.” You teased but you knew he would never even think about doing something like that to you, he’d die before that happened.
“Never.” He kissed your temple before you exited the shower. The running water was long forgotten when Bucky had you perched up on the counter as he buried his face in your folds.
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just-dreaming-marvel · 23 hours ago
It’s Always Been You ~ 160
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Word Count: 5,700ish
Summary: Wanda’s Westview comes to an end.
Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.
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The twins grunted as they struggled against Agatha’s magical ropes. Y/N’s and Wanda’s hands were both glowing and they tried to decide the best way to go about freeing the boys without harming them.
“Get off of me!” Tommy yelled as Agnes decided to the ground. “Let go of my brother!”
“My powers work out here,” Wanda told her, “or did you forget?”
“No, dear,” Agnes responded. “I’m counting on it.”
The boys grunted as the made eye contact with each other. They both then decided to run, quickly being pulled back and thrown to the ground by the rope Agnes had around them.
“No!” Wanda yelled, both her and Y/N firing shots at Agnes.
Agatha yelped as she was thrown back and the ropes that were trapping the twins disappeared. Wanda and Y/N moved forward, their hands still reached out in front of them. Still glowing with power. The twins stood up.
“Go to your room,” Wanda ordered.
“No way, we’re staying with you,” Tommy argued.
“Come on, Mom, we can help,” Billy added.
From behind, Agnes used her magic to steady herself on her feet. “Listen to your mother, boys,” she taunted.
“Now!” Wanda demanded. The boys made no effort to move. “Y/N! Portal them to the house!”
Y/N nodded, the portals forming quickly. She transported herself and the boys into the Maximoff house.
“Who are you?” Tommy questioned. Y/N opened her mouth to talk but remembered that she couldn’t.
“She’s Aunt Y/N,” Billy stated like it was obvious. Y/N furrowed her brows. “I saw her with Dad, when he was in trouble.” Y/N swallowed, nodding in agreement.
Tommy suddenly used his superspeed to rush upstairs and back down again. “Here.” He tossed Y/N a pen and notebook. “Use this.
‘Thank you,’ she mouthed with a slight smile. Tearing the pen’s cap off with her teeth before starting to scribble some things down. ‘We need to be able to help your mother from here. And we need to find away for me to get out of here.’
“Why would you want to leave?” Billy asked.
Y/N pursed her lips, looking at the boys sadly before writing down the answer. ‘I have a family to get back to. A daughter. I don’t know if she knows where I am or if I’m okay. I just need to get back to her.’
The boys shared a look and a slight nod with each other. Determined, they both looked back at Y/N. “We’re going to help you get home, Aunt Y/N,” Tommy promised. “You’re going to get your voice back and see your daughter again. We promise.”
“Uh, Tony?” Bucky called, confused. He was looking at the Hex from a tablet in his hand.
“Yeah?” Tony responded dismissively, focused on the suit he was upgrading. 
“I think SWORD just set something into the Hex.”
Tony immediately stopped what he was doing and gave Bucky his full attention. “What? That’s impossible.” He rushed to Bucky’s side to look at the tablet as well. “What the hell did they send? And how?”
“Hands up!” SWORD agents began shouting at the small team they had. “Put your hands up!”
“We’ve got to go, Stark,” Bucky said, immediately reaching for his gun. “Grab everything you absolutely must have and head for the trees. I’ll hold them off.”
“Are you—“
“Do it! Find a way to get in there and bring Y/N home! I’ll be fine!”
The SWORD agents were rushing towards their work station. Tony ordered the suit to form around him. He spared Bucky one last glance as the SWORD agents began surrounding them before flying off. The agents starting shooting at Tony, only to be quickly taken out by Bucky.
“FRIDAY, I need a way into this Hex,” Tony ordered. “Now!”
“Working on it, boss,” the AI responded.
Y/N could sense and hear much of the fighting going on outside. She knew she couldn’t just sit here and watch the twins. She needed to go out there and help her friends.
‘You boys need to stay here,’ she ordered them through written notes. ‘I’ll let you know when you can help.’
The boys tried to argue with her, but Y/N was through a portal before they could really. She had summoned her portal to wherever Wanda was arriving near the center of town. Wanda was walking in the middle of the street, constantly checking over her shoulder. Y/N appeared beside her, startling her.
“Y/N!” Wanda exclaimed. “Why aren’t you with the boys?” 
Y/N glared at her fired, hands placed firmly against her hips. She stomped one of her feet slightly and pointed to the ground. Trying to signal that she was staying here with Wanda.
“Fine,” Wanda sighed. The two started looking around together for Agatha.
A van horn honked, Dennis behind the wheel. “Don’t shoot,” he said, sticking his head out the window. “I’m just the messenger.”
Both women furrowed their brows as Dennis drove away. Looking around some more, the two were suddenly blasted from behind. They were thrown into the middle of the road, grunting and groaning because of the harsh landing. Scrambling to get up, the two saw Agnes hovering over a roof.
“Wanda, you’ve never been up against another witch before,” Agnes taunted. The two women on the ground slowly rose to their feet. “Did you know there’s an entire chapter devoted to you in the Darkhold? That’s the book of the damned.” Y/N exhaled shakily. “Y/N over there has had a run in or two with it. I lost it for a moment, my mistake. Though it was fun to watch the destruction that happened because of it.” 
Agnes smirked, enjoying every second of what was happening. Lifting up her arms, she summoned the Darkhold. A swirling purple cloud formed the book out of mist. That’s when Y/N noticed Agnes’ finger tips. They were black. She turned to point it out to Wanda, only to notice that one of Wanda’s hands were turning the same way. The book slowly floated down to hover in front of Agnes. It opened, but Agnes had already began reciting the pages.
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“The Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged,” Agnes recited. “She has no coven, no need for incantation.”
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“I’m not a witch. I don’t cast spells. No one taught me magic!” Wanda argued.
“Your power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme.”
The Sorcerer Supreme? Y/N knew the Ancient One was the Sorcerer Supreme, very powerful. And that Dr. Strange was the one who took that mantle after she died. Wanda was more powerful than them?
“It’s your destiny to destroy the world,” Agnes continued.
“I’m not what you say I am,” Wanda retorted.
“Oh really?”
Agnes began chanting some Latin. A wisp of magic formed, almost disappearing as soon as it had appeared. It whispered as it came down and entered Dottie’s mind, who was walking down the street with another Westview resident. Her eyes glowed gold before they cleared up. Dottie immediately found Wanda’s gaze and stepped towards her.
“Wanda?” She called.
“Dottie?” Wanda responded.
Dottie continued until she was only a couple of feet away from Wanda and Y/N. “My name is Sarah. I have a daughter. She’s eight. Maybe she could be friends with your boys. If you like that storyline. Or, uh, the school bully, even.” Agnes had woken Dottie—Sarah—up. Wanda took a few careful steps towards the woman. “Really, anything. If you could just let her out of her room. If I could just hold her, please.”
Y/N’s hand slowly come up to cover her open mouth in shock. Whatever Wanda had done to Westview, was more horrific than either Y/N or Wanda—really anyone—understood.
Wanda’s head snapped to look up at Agnes. “What are you doing to her?” She asked. “You’re making her say this.”
“She’s your meat puppet, I just cut her strings,” Agnes replied. “Y/N knows. But, sadly, she’s always known.”
Agnes started chanting in Latin once again. Magic whirled around the open streets of Westview, especially where the three women were. She was walking everyone up. Small gasps were heard throughout, everything coming into focus for the residents of Westview. 
All the awoken residents looked around. Once their eyes caught sight of Wanda, they determinedly headed her way. They circled up around the two women, causing Wanda to start to pant. Y/N studied everything with sad eyes. Every part of this was awful.
“I don’t recognize my face in the mirror,” Herb started, “my voice when I speak.” He was still walking towards Wanda. The circle shrinking with Y/N and Wanda at the center. “I used to try to resist you, but now, I can’t remember why. Do you?”
“My husband’s on a business trip,” Beverly cried. “Tell him I love him and not to come back here ever.”
“I’m exhausted,” Dennis pleaded.
“No, you’re fine,” Wanda said, trying to convince herself more than anyone else. Y/N couldn’t get herself to do anything but watch as everything crumbled around her friend. “You’re fine. You’re all… You’re all going to be fine.” More people gathered in the circle.
“When you let us sleep, we have your nightmares,” another one said.
“No, that’s not true. I’ve… I’ve kept you safe in here. You…” Tears were collecting in Wanda’s eyes. “You feel… You feel at peace.”
“We feel your pain,” Dottie stated.
“Your grief is poisoning us,” Mrs. Hart stepped forward.
“No, stop!” Y/N went to comfort Wanda, but she jerked out of the way.
“Please, let us go.” / “I wanna get back home.” / “Let us go.”
All the voices began speaking at once, began to be freed. Wanda was turning around, frantically. Trying to stay calm. But eventually it was too much. Her hands held her face as she screamed out, power blasting from her. The power attached to those forming the circle, including Y/N. It wrapped around their throats causing them to fall to their knees as the chocked. Both of Y/N’s hands scratched at her neck as she looked at Wanda, begging with her eyes to be let go. Tears were rolling down Wanda’s face as she noticed what she had done.
“No!” She threw her glowing hands up in the air. “Stop! Stop, I’m sorry.” The magic disappeared from around their throats and Wanda rushed to Y/N’s side. Y/N was still struggling to catch her breath. “I’m so sorry. Y/N… I’m so sorry.”
“If you won’t let us go, just let us die,” Mrs. Hart said. “Please.”
“I will.” Wanda nodded, getting back up to her feet. “I will let you go. I will. I will.”
“What’s stopping you?” Agnes questioned, forcing Wanda to face her. “Use your power and do it now. Heroes don’t torture people.”
Wanda looked around, gathering her strength before summoning her magic and throwing her arms up in the air. Forming a circle around her, Wanda’s magic shot up to the barrier. She grunted at her magic hit the barrier, breaking it open from the sides of the hexagon.
“Go!” Wanda shouted. “All of you, now. Go!” 
The people scrambled to their feet and ran away from Wanda. The town was whooshing in and out of the different decades Wanda had forced it to be. Y/N hauled herself onto her feet, looking at Wanda.
“Go,” Wanda begged. “I’m so sorry. Go.”
Tony had been flying around the Hex, trying to break in, when he noticed the Hex was opening.
“What the hell?” Tony muttered. “And why now?”
He didn’t waste another second, flying into Westview.
“FRIDAY, get me a location on Y/N. NOW!”
Y/N shook her head. Trying to tell Wanda she wasn’t going to leave her like this.
“GO!” Wanda tried again. “I’ve caused so much pain… please just go.”
Agnes began laughing from where she still was. “Now you’ll see.”
Growling, Y/N portaled herself onto the roof Agnes was hovering over. She blasted the witch back into the billboard behind her. Pinning her there, Y/N marched forward.
“Oh, I made the little Avenger mad,” Agnes mocked, a devious glint in her eye. “Fight then, Y/N. Don’t let those damn Infinity Stones tell you which abilities you do or don’t have. It’s all in there, locked inside of you. You just have to release it.” Y/N shook her head in defiance, not believing a word of Agnes’. “Have you even tried to use your other powers? Or are you okay just trusting what those Infinity Stones have to say?”
Y/N went to trick again, but Agnes did before she could. Y/N went flying back, off of the building. She was about to form a portal when she suddenly got caught. She gasped at the familiar feeling of metal arms around her.
“I’ve got you,” Tony comforted. “I’ve got you.” Tears welled up in both of their eyes. “Why am I always having to catch you?”
Y/N let out a silent, breathy, chuckle of relief. Tears pricked in her eyes. She didn’t even know how long she’d been stuck in Westview, but it was far too long to be away from her family. Checking to see where Tony was taking her, Y/N looked forward. They were almost out of the Hex. She was almost free. But then she remember Wanda, Vision, and the boys. Not to mention her lack of voice. She needed to go back to them. Pushing at Tony’s chest and shaking her head as she tried to get his attention.
“What? What is it?” Tony questioned. 
He was confused as to why she hadn’t spoken yet. He needed to hear her voice, that would help make it all real. Y/N pointed back behind Tony, looking at his masks’ eye slits as if she was actually looking into his big brown eyes.
“Why aren’t you speaking? Did something happen to your voice?”
Y/N sighed, resigning to have to do everything herself. Opening a portal, the two flew through, back to the center of town.
“What? Why are we back here? I need to take you home, get you out of here.”
She shook her head frantically, wishing that there was some way for him to understand. Opening another portal, she forced Tony to land. He didn’t let her go, his armored hands gripping at her hips to convince him that this was real. That he was holding his wife. Tony’s helmet quickly disappeared into the rest of his suit, revealing his face full of a mix of emotions. Relief, confusion, and concern.
“Where’s your—“
Tony didn’t even get to finish asking his question before Y/N had jumped on him. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to see his face. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, while her arms went around his neck. Her lips found his, trying to make up for however long she was gone. Tears slipped past her closed eyelids at the guilt weighing down on her. Tony had wanted her not to go, but caved in because she was so stubborn. Just has stubborn as he was. And that stubbornness had resulted in her being pulled from her family. Y/N knew it would be awhile before she forgave herself for doing that. 
Tony’s lips reciprocated Y/N’s eagerness, needing to feel her after the agonizing days apart. His arms held her tightly to him, keeping her as close as he could. When they finally parted, they were both slightly panting. Tony helped Y/N balance as she released her legs to stand on her own. 
“Talk to me, honey,” Tony whispered. “What’s going on?”
Y/N bit her lip, trying to come up with an answer. Then she remembered Agatha’s taunting.
Don’t let those damn Infinity Stones tell you which abilities you do or don’t have. It’s all in there, locked inside of you. You just have to release it.
Closing her eyes, confusing Tony, she tried to focus on her abilities. She needed to speak into Tony’s mind. He needed to know what was going on.
She tried to say into his mind. But she knew it didn’t connect. With her eyes still closed, Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks, hoping that skin to skin contact would help some.
Tony. She tried again. She let out a frustrated groan. “Tony.”
“Y/N,” Tony breathed out, aloud. “Why are you in my head?”
Y/N eyes snapped open in relief. She kept her hands where they were as she met his gaze. “Oh, Tony. There’s a witch here, Agatha, she took my voice. I need to go back and help Wanda in order to get it back.”
“No. I need to get you out of here. We can figure out your voice later.”
“No. I have to do this.”
“That’s what you said before you were stuck in here for a week, Y/N. A week! If you think I’m letting you go again, you’re insane.”
“I know, I know… I made the mistake of coming here. But I need to finish this. You have to understand that… please. And I’ll never leave the house again, I promise. I don’t think I’ll want to for a very long time.”
Tony sighed, a tell-tell sign that he was giving in. “Fine. But only because I need to hear your voice again.” He ran his fingers along the side of her face. “It’s killing me…”
“It’s killing me too… how’s Morgan doing?” A look of shame fell over Tony’s face. He couldn’t even look Y/N in the eye. 
“She’s not doing well… I had a chance to go back home to her, but I couldn’t bare the thought of coming home without you.”
With a tight, sympathetic smile, Y/N rubbed her thumb against Tony’s cheek. “We have a lot of making up to do when we get home, don’t we?”
“Yeah.” Suddenly, two people sped past the couple, almost knocking them over. “What was that?”
“The twins. I need to go help Wanda and them. You need to make sure that SWORD doesn’t get in our way and that the civilians get out, understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned in for a loving kiss. “I missed you… go. Save the world. But come back in one piece, you hear?”
Y/N smiled as she walked away, walking backwards so that she could still get a good look at her husband. Seeing that it was distracting to both of them, she let out a small huff and portaled back to the center of town. Wanda was still pulling the Hex apart. Suddenly, Vision crash landed near Y/N, causing her to jump away. She quickly noticed that Vision was being torn apart.
“What?” Wanda sobbed.
“Wanda!” Vision strained, trying to get to her.
The boys appeared on the other side of Wanda, the same thing happening to them.
“Mom!” / “Help, Mom!”
“Now, do you see?” Agnes taunted. “You tied your family to this twisted world, and now one can’t exist without the other.”
“Mom!” / “Mom!”
Y/N portaled over to the boys, hands out to them, trying to summon some sort of power to help save them. Now she understood why Wanda needed her. She couldn’t fail her now.
“Boys!” Vision cried. He noticed Y/N was over there, working on something. He just hoped that she had the strength and time to do something.
“Save Westview or save your family,” Agnes continued.
“Mom! Help!” / “Help! Please, Mom!”
Y/N forced the tears from slipping through her clenched eyes and she tried to hold the boys together. She could feel that she was slowing down the process, but not enough. All of a sudden, after watching her family struggle for too long, Wanda yelled and brought all the power back down to her. Wanda collapsed onto the ground as the barriers closed. Y/N stopped what she was doing as Vision and the boys quickly became whole again. Breathing heavily, Vision rushed to help Wanda up, the boys not far behind. As they interacted, Y/N started searching for Agnes.
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“You could have saved them, if you really wanted to,” Agnes taunted, appearing just behind Y/N. Y/N spun around. “Everyone seems to know the truth about your abilities, your strength. Everyone but you.” Y/N simply glared at her. “Oh, right. I took your voice. Here.” Agnes wiggled her fingers, forming a cloud of magic. “Have it back.”
Agnes shot it at Y/N, throwing her into the side of the building. Y/N groaned from the impact as she stood up straighter.
“You know… I’m tired of everyone telling what my abilities can do, how powerful I am,” Y/N growled, there was no time to celebrate her voice being back. “After hearing it frequently for ten plus years, it gets really annoying.”
“Or maybe you just need someone to push you to your limits.”
Agnes shot at Y/N again, but she dodged it using a portal. Y/N smirked as she appeared behind Agnes, in between her and Wanda’s family, who were watching the exchange. Agnes disappeared, appearing on the other side of Wanda and her family, aiming at them. 
“No!” Wanda shouted, forming a forcefield around her family and Y/N.
Agnes’ purple magic went around the forcefield, darkening it. Y/N noticed how Wanda’s hands and arms were turning grey and black. A sign that Agnes was taking Wanda’s powers. Agnes reversed her powers, calling them back to her while taking Wanda’s will her. Wanda screamed out as Y/N watched and Vision held the boys close. The forcefield disappeared and Agnes stopped taking her power, leaving Wanda standing there panting, with black arms.
“Mom, are you okay?” Billy asked, staring at her arms. Wanda nodded, glancing back at Y/N.
“How sweet,” Agnes commented, flying to hover over them. They all turned, revealing White Vision hovering above them too.
“What the hell?” Y/N murmured.
“Uh, Dad?” Tommy questioned.
Tires squealed as SWORD vehicles came racing around the corner. The were armed to the t with large weapons. Agents rushed out of the recently stopped cars, aiming at everyone there.
Y/N furrowed her brows as she turned to see who was calling her name. “Bucky?” He was racing towards her with a large gun in hand. When he got close enough, they pulled each other in for a hug. “What are you doing here?”
“That Parker kid called, said you’d gotten yourself into some trouble,” Bucky responded. “I came and took Steve’s place since your husband refused to go home to his daughter.”
Y/N smiled at him. “Thank you for coming.”
“Where is Stark anyway?”
“He’s helping the people escape. And we need to stop them. You in?”
The two of them joined the little family, all ready to fight.
“Listen, boys,” Vision started, “your mother and I never really prepared you for this.”
“But you were born for it,” Wanda stated.
Then Vision and White Vision flew towards each other, crashing into one of the nearest buildings. The soldiers aimed towards Agnes, and she forced some of them into the air with her powers.
“Same story, different century,” she commented. “There’ll always be torched and pitchforks for ladies like us, Wanda. Even you Y/N.”
“What is she talking about?” Bucky asked Y/N.
Agnes threw the men towards the ground but Y/N and Wanda quickly through their hands out, stopping the agents from meeting their end. The two women let them drop more gently.
“Boys,” Wanda called to her sons, “handle the military with your Aunt Y/N and Bucky. Mommy will be right back.”
“Wanda,” Y/N said, getting her friends attention. “I’ll watch out for them, but let me know if you need help. I’m there.”
Wanda nodded, giving one more look out to the boys. She flew up to Agnes and they both began fighting. Bucky cocked his gun and aimed at the soldiers, but Y/N reached her hand out to stopped him. She motioned over to Billy. They watched as Billy twisted his out stretched hand, freezing the soldiers that were aiming at them. Tommy used his super speed to take the guns from the soldiers. Y/N smirked as Tommy stopped next to Billy with a soldier’s hat and glasses on. The twins shared a high five.
“Nice going boys,” Y/N commented proudly.
The foursome failed to notice that Hayward had stepped out of one of the vehicles. But thankfully, Monica, who had just arrived on the scene, had noticed.
“No, no, no!” She yelled. “Stand down!”
Hayward had already sent the bullets towards the group. Monica was in front of them before they could do anything. The bullets entered Monica, being slowed down as they did. Monica was transparent, revealing that the bullets weren’t doing any harm to her. The bullets clinked as they exited and fell to the ground. Hayward shot another round, barely going passed Monica’s head. Billy stopped it before it could do him any harm.
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“Nice tricks,” Monica told the boys.
“I like yours, too,” Billy said.
Hayward rushed towards another vehicle. But Y/N threw her hand out and froze him in his tracks. She used a portal to appear in front of him.
“I don’t know who the hell you are, but I have a feeling that you’re the one behind all this,” Y/N said, dangerously low.
“Mrs. St—“
“Don’t try to pled to my humanity. I’m done with dealing with shit like you.” Y/N peaked into his mind. “Tell me something, Director, you signed an agreement to take Vision apart and not let anyone use him as a weapon. Yet you believed that that didn’t pertain to you. What makes you think that you are allowed that?”
“The Vision was the best piece of weap—“
Y/N flicked her wrist and tossed him against the vehicle. “He was not a weapon. He was a person. I know that’s hard to believe but he was my friend. I literally watched and felt him die, twice. And you get is corpse to use and abuse it. Nothing that Vision would have wanted.” 
Hayward scrambled up and into the vehicle. Y/N watched, knowingly, as he backed up. A van horn honked before ramming into the side of the vehicle, trapping it.
“Have fun in prison,” Darcy teased from the drivers seat of the van.
Y/N held out her hands, freezing the SWORD soldiers in place. She turned around to look at the others who were watching her. Bucky was standing there with an eyebrow raised.
“So when did you get all your powers back?” He questioned.
She shrugged. “Turns out, I always had them. But the real question is Monica.” Y/N pointed at the Captain. “Where did your powers come from?”
“I crossed the Hex line, one too many times,” Monica answered.
“Alright,” Y/N nodded. 
She looked up at the sky, searching for Wanda or Agnes. Neither of them could be seen. White Vision suddenly flew straight out of a building and disappeared. Vision flew out of the front doors.
“Dad!” The boys shouted, rushing towards their father.
“Boys, boys, boys, boys!” Vision responded. 
Vision wrapped the boys up in his arms. Bucky, Y/N, and Monica walked towards them, the three of them were on alert for anyone else that might attack. A grey and red cloud began forming high in the sky above the center of Westview. 
“That doesn’t look good,” Bucky commented.
Wanda and Agnes appeared above the roof tops, flying higher towards the growing cloud. Wanda was firing at Agnes, who was easily taking it all. Vision and Y/N looked at each other, nodding. They both flew up towards the two women to help. As Wanda blasted at Agnes with one had, she used the other to form a barrier to stop Vision and Y/N.
“Wanda, what are you doing?!” Vision exclaimed.
“Let us help!” Y/N begged.
“Come on, Wanda!” Agnes egged her on.
Wanda flew away, continuing to fight Agnes. With Y/N and Vision stuck behind a barrier. Y/N reached out her hand and tried to see if she could suck the power from the barrier, but it shocked her back.
“She’s not going to let us help her,” Y/N shook her head. “She has to do this on her own.”
They both flew back down, the sky now completely filled with red and grey clouds.
“So, anyone want to catch me up on what’s happening?” Tony asked from behind. Y/N turned around and rushed over to her husband. The two held onto each other.
“She won’t let us help her,” Y/N whispered. “We’re being forced to watch it.”
“Well, the people are safe. They’re either outside Westview or safely on the edge.”
“Thank you.”
Tony looked up to see Bucky. “Good to see you made it, Barnes.”
“You too, Stark,” Bucky replied.
Their focus all went back up to the sky. Forced to watch Wanda’s power be taken by Agnes. Wanda was limply floating there in front of Agnes.
“Mom!” The twins cried. 
Vision moved so that he was holding onto them and they couldn’t see what was happening. Y/N and Tony held onto each other tighter, unable to move their eyes from their friend. Agnes tried to fire back at Wanda, but couldn’t. Suddenly, red runes appeared on the barriers of Westview.
“She’s okay,” Y/N whispered. “She’s going to win this.”
Bright red began forming around Wanda and her powers started to flow from Agnes back into her. They lost sight of Wanda in the brightness of the power emitting from her. But once it was all back, the brightness went away, revealing Wanda in a new outfit. 
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Wanda held up her hand and twisted her fingers. The red sky and grey clouds disappeared as she and Agnes floated to the ground. Agnes landed on her face, while Wanda landed on her feet in front of her. The older witch pushed her torso up, panting.
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“Good girl,” Agnes commented. “So what now? You just gonna lock me up somewhere?”
“No,” Wanda responded, her Sokovian accent back in full force. “Not somewhere. Here.”
Mmm hmm. I’ll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor.”
“No. Please…”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. You’re cruel.” Wanda stepped closer. “You… You have… You have no idea what you’ve unleashed. You’re gonna need me.”
“If I do, I know where to find you.”
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait—“ Wanda tapped her fingers on the side of Agnes’ face, turning her back into the nosy neighbor. “Hiya, hon. Say, that’s some kinda getup you’re wearing. Did I leave the oven on, or is that just you, hot stuff?”
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“You live here now. No one will ever bother you.”
“Okey dokey, artichokee.”
“I’ll be see you, Agnes.” Wanda turned towards the others.
“Not if I see you first, hon.”
“Mom!” The boys exclaimed, running towards Wanda.
She chuckled. “Come here…” She kissed Tommy on the head. 
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Mmm…” She kissed Billy. The two boys stood on either side of her as Vision walked up.
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“So, it would appear that our dream home has been reduced to a fixer-upper,” he said. “I know you’ll set everything right. Just not for us.”
“No. Not for us.”
“Hmm. It’s time. Should we head home?”
“Yeah.” Wanda went to turn but caught sight of Monica and Y/N. 
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“Go,” Y/N mouthed.
Wanda gave her a thankful nod before she turned away and headed down the street with her family. The ground rumbled and Y/N looked towards the Westview barrier.
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“She’s taking down the barrier,” Y/N stated. “We get to go home.”
“We get to go home,” Tony repeated, leaning down to press a kiss to his wife’s lips.
As the barrier headed into town, Bucky, Monica, Tony, and Y/N began clean up. As soon as he was able to, Tony called in the Stark Relief Foundation. Jimmy Woo showed up with the FBI, allowing Y/N to release her hold on the soldiers. Wanda appeared in the town center, not long after the barrier was completely down. The citizens of Westview who had come back in glared at her as she walked by. She walked straight up to Monica and Y/N, who were standing next to each other. Monica noticed her first.
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“They’ll never know what you sacrificed for them,” Monica said.
“It wouldn’t change how they see me,” Wanda replied.
“You don’t know that,” Y/N said.
“And you two… you don’t… you don’t hate me?”
“Given the change and given your power, I’d bring my mom back,” Monica answered. “I know I would.”
“I’m sorry. For all the pain I caused.”
“We know,” Y/N said. 
“I don’t understand this power. But I will.”
“You don’t have to do it alone. We all have power we don’t understand.”
“Goodbye Y/N.”
Wanda turned around and flew up and out of town. Tony slipped his hand into Y/N’s as she watched her friend disappear.
“She doesn’t need to do any of this alone,” Y/N whispered.
“She knows,” Tony said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “She’ll come back when she’s ready.”
“I hope so.”
Tony kissed her cheek. “You ready to go home, see your daughter?”
“More than ready.”
“Mind if I tag along?” Bucky wondered.
“Of course,” Y/N smiled. “Can’t have a family reunion without one of the favorite uncles.”
“One of the favorites? Who’s Morgan’s favorite?”
“Last time I checked, it was Happy,” Tony responded, leading the two away from all of the commotion. “But only because he brings cheeseburgers with him. Which, by the way, sounds amazing. Why don’t we pick some up on the way home?”
Y/N laughed. “Whatever you want dear.”
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sweeterthansammy · 3 months ago
And then there were three… || Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader; The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend.
Summary: Bucky visits Y/N's quite large family for the first time. When he realizes how good Y/N is with children, he's desperate to give her one of their own.
Genre: Smut
Written in third person point of view.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, breeding kink/pregnancy fetish, bathroom sex, slight mirror sex, slight degrading, slight lactation kink, gags, mouth-fucking, lots of dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, squirting, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, & mild language
Important notes: All mistakes are mine, some specified details about the reader (only in regards to family - number of siblings, family member names, family age order, etc.), long hair Bucky :)
Word count: 2.6k+
A/N: Long-haired Bucky is daddy 👁👁
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“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore,” he muttered, leg bouncing uncontrollably.
“Bucky! You’ve met my parents-”
“Yeah, your parents! What the hell is everyone else going to think about me - your...ancient fucking boyfriend?”
Y/N sighed, her lips littering kisses at the expanse of his neck as she gave him the most reassuring hug he’d ever received, apart from Steve’s, of course.
“They’re gonna love you, Buck,” she spoke softly, pure adoration in her eyes as she cupped his face in her hands.
Bucky had been preparing for this moment, backing out last moment nonetheless. Her parents loved Bucky with every bit of their soul, the rest of her family would love him undoubtedly. She pecked his lips numerously, hoping that his nerves would be eased a bit.
“C’mon, they’re waiting for us.”
She walked around to his side, leaning against the car as he stood on his wobbly legs. She chuckled, throwing her arms around his neck before placing one last kiss upon his lips.
“You have nothing to worry about, baby.”
They approached the front door of Y/N’s parents’ house, Y/N reaching forward to ring the doorbell before grasping his hand in both of hers. She squeezed faintly, kissing the skin right beneath his jawline. The door swung open seconds later, Y/N’s dad greeting both her and Bucky with open arms.
“Y/N! Bucky! We were wondering when you two would get here.”
Bucky easily tensed at the obvious sound of clamor further in the house, forcing a chuckle at her father’s words.
“Come on in, it’s cold out.”
Y/N easily shrugged her jacket off amidst the monsoon of warmth in her parent’s home.
“Buck, I’m warning you already - there are at least ten people that you have to greet, fifteen at most.”
His shout was nothing more than a whisper amongst the commotion in the kitchen.
“Yeah, ten to fifteen, so chop chop.”
She placed a delicate hand on his upper back, leading him to the kitchen where she was greeted by the entirety of her family.
Her family didn’t take her entrance lightly, all bouncing on their feet to greet her. A young teenager was first to approach Y/N in a bone-crushing hug, lifting her off of her feet.
“Jesus Christ, when’d you get that strong, Amber?” Y/N chuckled, patting the girl’s back as she hugged her. “Amber, this is my boyfriend, Bucky. Bucky, meet my niece, Amber.”
“Bitch, I’ve been waiting for four fucking hours. Do you know how crazy I was going without you there to crack a joke every ten seconds?”
“I’m sorry, Josh, we got stuck in traffic. And then this one got too nervous so I had to give him a little pep talk in the car,” she chuckled, her eyes gleaming as she spun ever so slightly to look at Bucky. “Bucky, this is my brother Josh-”
“Aka, her favorite,” he added with an overly dramatic eye roll, scoffing when Bucky held his hand out for a handshake.
His arms wrapped around Bucky instantaneously.
“Bucky, I’ve heard several great things about you,” his eyes glanced downward for a second, the three of them failing to contain their laughter at her brother’s insinuation. “I may not appear strong, but I won’t hesitate to slap a bitch for my sister. I haven’t seen her this happy since she first got dick in high school-”
“Whatever. Just...don’t break her itty-bitty little heart. Trust me, you don’t want to hear her bitching about how dirty you did her.”
“Oh, I’ve heard her bitch before.”
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, her jaw hanging ajar.
“Good, then you know not to fuck her over.”
She rolled her eyes, allowing the pair to continue conversing while she greeted the rest of her family. Bucky would catch up one way or another. Bucky was easily getting along with her family, a smile making its way to Y/N’s face as she helped her mom finish the last of the dishes.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”
Her mom brought her out of her thoughts, Y/N nearly burning her hand as she carried a pot from the stove to the island.
“Yeah. I mean...h-he doesn’t have a proper sense of what it’s like to be loved. He doesn’t even know what it’s like to be part of a loving family. It kills me to think about it but I’m happy that he stumbled into my life. I don’t know where he would’ve been if I hadn’t met him and I sincerely wouldn’t wish to know,” she stuck her finger into the bowl of custard, stealing a taste before her mother could catch her.
“And I hope he knows that he’s officially been welcomed to our family,” her mom added with a soft smile.
The image of her siblings, her in-laws, nieces, nephews gathered around the love of her life was enough to make her heart explode. At that moment, she knew for sure that she’d spend the rest of her life with that man.
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/Hours had passed, everyone had finished up their dinner. Bucky had swapped places with Y/N, Bucky and her dad now taking care of the dishes and the dessert. Y/N leaned on her brother’s shoulder, indulging in fits of laughter as they looked over pictures from when they were still babies.
“So mom, you weren’t lying when you said I was trying to kill Nate?”
“Y/N, I was running for my life in this picture, what do you think?”
Their laughter had died down a bit, Y/N sighing as she looked down at their most recent family photo. Y/N, her six older siblings, each of their spouses, and their children, and her parents.
“God, I can’t believe we’re this old now.”
“You don’t get a say in determining that we’re old. You’re always gonna be our baby.”
Y/N chuckled, throwing a pillow at her sister who sat on the other side of her brother.
“You little shi-”
“Amy, the kids are still here,” her mom teased, a few of her older nieces and nephews chuckling.
“Sucks to be the baby, doesn’t it?” Alex, her second older sister, pestered, ruffling Y/N’s hair in the process of carefully sitting on the couch.
Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching over to play with Alex’s baby.
“I’ve honestly had no problem raising him as of yet.”
Alex readjusted his positioning in her arm, leaning him a bit towards Y/N so she could take him. Y/N chuckled when his eyes ogled up at her.
“Hi, Aiden,” she booped his nose gently, earning a plethora of giggles from his toothless mouth. “Can I show him to Bucky?”
“Take him for however long you want,” her sister ushered her away, Y/N chuckling when she kicked back with a full glass of wine.
“Hey, Buck, I have a surprise for you.”
Her dad had just placed the last tray of her mom’s fresh-baked brownies on the island, flashing a smile on his way out of the kitchen.
“What is it, babe?”
When she turned around the corner with a baby being cradled in arms, Bucky’s eyebrows shot up.
“Woah, where’d you-where’d you get that?”
“Bucky,” she chortled, gently rocking the eight-month-old in her arms.
A certain image made itself comfortable in Bucky’s mind - Y/N with a bump adorning her stomach. Full and outright perfect. With a hand supporting her back and her fingers on the other dancing along her belly. Her breasts perfectly sitting atop her stomach, her face puffier than usual while she whined about the pain all over - her back, her legs, her stomach. Most of all, his hands roaming her aching body, peppering soft kisses along her inflamed skin whilst using his skilled hands to subside the pain.
“Earth to Bucky, you’re red as a tomato. I asked if you want to hold him.”
He wasn’t sure if he could be around her family any longer. He loved them within the span of one night, but he felt the urgency to plant his seed in their ‘baby’ right there and then. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in his chest.
“U-Uh, I don’t...feel too good.”
“Why are you so jittery right now?”
She placed the back of her hand on his forehead, falling to his neck when she felt that his skin was perfectly fine. The tinge of red and sheen of sweat on his face said otherwise. His hand was quick to grasp her wrist, pulling it away from his skin and down toward his progressively growing bulge.
“I need to fuck a goddamn baby into you. Right now.”
The change in octave made her throat go dry, her mouth opening and closing to get one, just one, word out.
“Return the baby and meet me in the bathroom.”
Bucky was serious about this. Fucking in her parent’s bathroom. Many things raced through her mind, her hands shaking as she cautiously handed the baby over to her sister’s fiancé.
“Where’s Bucky?”
She used her current state to her advantage, blurting out, “I need to talk to him.”
It seemed pretty damn urgent, her family frowning at the thought of something possibly being wrong between the couple. She hurried to the bathroom, Bucky’s metal hand making quick work of the availability of her bare neck.
“God, you don’t know what you just did, do you?”
She simply looked at him with doe eyes, her stomach churning under his gaze.
“I’m gonna fuck you every day of the goddamn week until I see a positive pregnancy test.”
Her cunt quivered at the thought.
“You okay with that?”
She nodded, her scalp burning between the friction of the wall.
“Words, mama. I need words.”
She involuntarily whimpered at the nickname, her sex grinding down on his jean-clad thigh that resided between her legs, “Yes- god, yes. I want you to fuck a baby into me.”
Her pleas were so angelic, Bucky dropping to his knees without a second thought. He tugged her jeans down, grunting at the stiff fabric that encouraged her legs to stick together. He chuckled darkly at the wet patch seeping through her panties. His middle finger circled her nub through the pink lace, eagerly pushing the fabric aside once he earned a soft moan.
“Gotta be quiet, baby.”
His lips latched onto her cunt, tongue flicking back and forth effortlessly. It seemed as if he were a starved man enjoying his first meal after a very long time. His tongue showed no mercy to her throbbing core, sending shocks of ecstasy through her body. Her fingers carded themselves through his hair, smiling through the pleasure as her fingers were stopped by the hair tie keeping his hair back. He could only imagine the little fingers that would soon be tugging at his hair endlessly, turning his silky mane into knotty pellets.
“Fuck-” she whined, his fingers soon joining his mouth.
“You’re doin’ s’well for me, honey,” he praised, his free hand stabling her leg over his shoulder.
Her climax sat just around the corner, her back arching when his fingers grazed against her cervix.
“C’mon, baby.”
He coaxed her toward her impending orgasm. His fingers curled inside of her once before her climax came crashing down. He stood to his feet, groaning when she took his fingers into her mouth without him commanding her to do so. His cock was freed from its confinement, Y/N’s hands working quickly to drop both of his bottoms.
“Impatient now, are we?”
“Just fuck me already,” she mumbled against his lips.
His hands grasped either of her hips, spinning her effortlessly so her upper half towered over the sink. Her nails scratched at his lower abdomen as his fingers tugged at her hair.
“I had to make mommy feel good before fucking a baby into her but it seems like she’s just being a whiny bitch.”
With an expeditious thrust of his hips, her mouth hung open in a silent moan. His hips snapped into her behind, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls and echoing through the room.
“Buc-ky,” she stammered, catching his eyes in the mirror.
He easily stuffed his fingers into her mouth, his calloused skin fucking her throat as to keep her quiet.
“Gotta be quiet for me, doll-“
He hissed when she clenched around him, his hips staggering momentarily.
“We don’t want everyone knowing just how much of a slut you are for my cock, right, honey? Their sweet, precious little baby, Y/N, with my cock balls deep in of you. ‘M gonna make you a mommy ‘nd show them just how good I’m fucking you, doll.”
Her eyes rolled back, her back now against his chest as his cock ultimately ruined her. His fingers tugged at her shirt, hoisting the fabric to bunch just above her breasts. He yanked at the silky cups covering her supple flesh with much force, squeezing harshly at the mounds before pinching her nipples between his fingers. He stood flabbergasted, just imagining being able to watch her stocked tits bounce as he fucked her senseless.
“Your fuckin’ tits are gonna be full of milk. And you’re gonna share some of that with daddy, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded, nails scratching at any given acre of his skin, spewing out chants of, “yes, daddy!”
“Good girl.”
He grew rougher with time, one hand wrapped around her neck to keep her against the cool ceramic, and the other relentlessly stimulating her clit.
She saw flashes of white, a scream threatening to rip from her throat as she came around his cock, soaking both of their lower halves.
“Wanna let your brother know that I just made you squirt on my cock, too?”
Her eyes welled with tears as he didn’t stop once. There was a goal set in his mind, and hell, when Bucky set his mind to something, he wasn’t going to let it fail. His cock slid between her walls with ease, his tip simultaneously prodding at the spongy spot far into her pussy.
“Gonna shoot a fat load in you, doll.”
A whine ripped through her, her walls flexing harshly as she came once again. He grunted at the overly tight hug around his cock. Bucky’s hands flew to her hips, his thrusts lagging whilst slowly filling her with every drop of his cum. They panted, remaining still near the other as they came down from their highs. Bucky watched in awe as he pulled out of her, a combination of their release binding the two through a string.
“Was I too rough, honey?”
His voice was so smooth. So silky. No one would have a clue that he’d spent the last fifteen minutes absolutely wrecking Y/N.
“N-no,” she stammered, her current state screaming otherwise.
He helped her get dressed once he’d cleaned her, using a handful of toilet paper to soak up the soppy mess. She hummed against his lips after he too had gotten the chance to clean himself, her hands getting lost in his hair.
“Mm, I’m far from done with you, baby. When we go home, I want you to get your ass straight to our room so I can fuck you into the mattress. Clear?”
“Sounds delightful, Soldat.”
A few years down the line
“Mom, how did you and dad have me?”
Bucky nearly choked on the steaming coffee in his mug, coughing up a storm due to both the coffee and their child’s question.
“What do you mean, honey?”
“Like...when did you and dad decide that you’d have me?”
Their five-year-old was far too pure to endure the explanation, Y/N taking a shortcut as she thought back to five years ago.
“Well...” she looked over at Bucky who simply smirked to himself at the memory. “It all happened when daddy saw me holding your older cousin.”
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Lollipops and Rainbows, Latex and Whips.
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Warnings: fluff, suggestive themes.
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"hmm, Maria?" Yelena asked.
"Hill? Or Rambeu?" You said as you took a bite of your chip, Yelena looked at you curiously and then got angry when you laughed.
It had been three hours since she had been trying to get you to talk about who you were having a date with. She had already told you the names of all the women in Shield and SWORD, but she still insisted.
"Oh come on. Su-ka." Yelena blurted out. "That leaves only me, Natasha and Wanda."
You don't know what had happened, however, some expression you made as Yelena gave a shout and clapped her hands.
"I knew it, I knew it was the little witch." Yelena said with a proud smile.
"I don't know what you...are talking about." Damn voice that gave you away;
You watched from afar as Natasha and Wanda arrived at the compound and as they passed you, Wanda smiled.
"Don't look in her eyes, she might steal your soul." Yelena sighed as she saw you returned the smile.
Wanda followed a corridor with Natasha, and as the two of them left your field of vision, you hit Yelena in the rib, who jumped. Yelena slapped you back and looked offended, pretended to wipe tears from her eyes and made a dramatic beak.
"Why she? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her." She faked a crying voice, making you roll your eyes. "Okay, but seriously now, she may seem like lollipops and rainbows, but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips."
You laughed, denied your head, grabbed your things and walked away from Yelena heading toward the hallway.
"You have no idea." You shouted to Yelena. "I hope you bought noise-cancelling headphones, or you'll be imagining things at night."
You followed in the corridor only to hear Yelena cursing you with all the things the Russian language could give you.
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I Can't Lose You Again (Part One)
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“Who was she?” Loki asked as the reel came to an end.
He had just witnessed his entire life play out before him, ending long before it should have and having accomplished nothing he thought he wanted. He recognised nearly everyone shown, his mother, father, the Avengers, Thor…but there was a woman that he had no recollection of, clearly not yet meeting her but important enough to his future self for her to be included.
“She was one of the few people who saw the good in you. One of the very few people who thought you could be more than the villain, who saw the potential in you.” Mobius said, causing him to screw his eyes shut and shake his head.
“As if there could ever be such a person.” Loki scoffed. He knew what he was, the film reel only highlighted that.
“Her name is Y/N. Thor brought her to Asgard during your time spent there as prisoner. She wandered down to your cell despite being told never to go by Odin. She was there for the battle, saw all the destruction and chaos but still she asked you for your side of the story.” Mobius said, pausing as Loki interrupted him.
“Why on Earth would she ask for my side of the story?” Loki asked bitterly, his eyes still wet with tears.
“That’s exactly what you asked her.” Mobius smiled, “You dismissed her, told her to leave but she didn’t listen. She stayed and sat with you in silence and continued to do so as the days went on, sometimes she brought books and read to you. Eventually you caved and told her your side of it. Somehow she decided that you weren’t all bad.”
“Then she is a fool.” Loki snarled, finally turning to face mobius.
“A fool,” Mobius chuckled fondly, “I don’t think so, I think once upon a time she was the villain and she was given a second chance. I think that made her kinder. Besides, she’s a fool you love more than anything, she’s a fool you lived for, a fool you would’ve died for without hesitation.”
Loki stayed silent for a few moments, processing the information. It seemed utterly impossible for anybody to love him, the thought of it was ridiculous. How could someone see good in him, he was the villain…he was always destined to be the villain.
“What happened to her?” Loki asked eventually.
“After Thanos was defeated and the Avengers brought everybody back, she hoped you’d be brought back too. When you weren’t, she was lost, broken. She had lost the one person who truly believed in her and she couldn’t deal with it. She used the time machine and went back to the moment before Thanos attacked you, she tried to warn you, she tried to change the future but that future couldn’t be changed.”
“What happened to her?” Loki asked again, this time more harshly, a dangerous edge to his tone.
“The TVA stepped in; she was to be pruned but then the decision was changed. We’ve been looking into you for a very long time, needing information and trust me when I say nobody knows a Loki better than Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Mobius said with a smile that Loki didn’t understand.
“She’s here?” He asked instead.
“She’s here.” Mobius confirmed.
“You dare to hold her here, for what? Because she knows me? Let her go.” Loki ordered, stepping close to Mobius who just chuckled in response.
“If it makes you feel better, she hasn’t given up any information about you. Refuses to speak to any of us, so they put her in a time cell hoping that’ll convince her to talk but I don’t think it’ll do any good. Even when she knows you’re dead, she’s still protecting you, consequences be damned.”
Loki thought she sounded foolish, to you he was dead, why wouldn’t you bargain for your own life? Give them information and make them let you go. A small part of him was pleased though, loyalty like that was almost impossible to come by.
That small part of him wanted to know you but he knew that was impossible.
Loki sighed, too quiet for Mobius to hear, before taking a seat on the step.
“I can’t go back, can I?” He asked, knowing the answer. He was never going to get to experience the things he’d seen. “Back to my timeline.”
Mobius looked at him, he really did sympathise with the God, watching how you had held up against the interrogations for him, well he must have been worth it.
In a moment of weakness, Loki confessed everything that only he knew…well things he hadn’t told you yet at least. He admitted that he didn’t enjoy hurting people, didn’t enjoy being the villain, admitted how weak he felt so conjured fear to feel powerful, he explained everything to Mobius, he explained the illusions, how he wanted to control.
“You do know yourself.” Mobius said, pleasure in his voice.
“A villain.” Loki admitted in defeat.
“That’s not how I see it.” Mobius said, watching as Loki looked down, not giving away what he felt about that statement. “That’s not how she saw it either.”
“I can’t offer you salvation,” Mobius told him, “but maybe I can offer you something better. Like I said we’re holding Y/N here because she knows Loki’s better than anybody.”
“What do you mean ‘Loki’s?” He asked, it hadn’t occurred to him that the plural had been used earlier either.
“A fugitive Variant’s been killing our Minutemen.“ Mobius told him, causing Loki to raise his eyebrows.
"And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?” He asked as he stepped closer to Mobius
“That’s right.” He nodded.
“Why me?”
“Because” Mobius began, “the Variant we’re hunting is you.” Loki’s eyebrows raised in confusion at this.
“I beg your pardon?” Loki said, they were hunting him?
Loki agreed to help and was quickly tasked with watching educational videos about the TVA, their policies and protocols but his mind kept wandering back to you. You were here somewhere, risking your life by withholding information. He admired you more than he wanted to admit and knew he had to meet you.
“Hey.” Mobius greeted as he walked up to his desk to see Loki sat with his feet up.
Before he could say anything else Loki spoke:
“I went to see her.”
It wasn’t a surprising statement to Mobius, in fact he’d been waiting for Loki to ask since he first heard about you. After the first outing with Loki to track the Variant down, he admitted he was growing fond of the God, so despite restrictions he nodded.
“I thought you might want to. Leave it to me, I’ll sort something out.”
You sat on the floor, eyes dry as you’d long ran out of tears.
It isn’t real.
You kept repeating the statement to yourself, not wanting to forget. It was so easy to forget that this wasn’t real. If you let yourself you could pretend Loki was alive, you could give in and lose yourself forever in this fake world they had conjured up for you.
Somehow you resisted, though as the days dragged on it was getting harder.
Every few minutes the scene would reset itself when you didn’t play your part.
Loki would stroll in through the door, calling out for you.
You remembered the moment they were playing for you, you were supposed to meet him at the door and he would bring you in for a soft kiss. He had had a long day at the Grandmaster’s side, playing his part so the two of you could escape.
It had been weeks since you had first arrived, breathing a sigh of relief when Loki stood in front of you. You were welcomed immediately once the Grandmaster found out you knew Loki and since then he had been working his way up in the man’s good graces.
After the two of you pulled away from each other you were supposed to go over to the sofa where Loki would wrap you up in his arms, tucking you in so your head rested under his chin. He’d place soft kisses on your forehead and let his fingers dance along your skin.
It was a moment of peace for the pair of you.
Then the scene diverged from how it should of continued, instead Loki told you how you were merely a pawn in his game, you had run your course and he no longer needed you, he told you how glad he was to be rid of you, how you were a villain just like him, he told you to stop playing the hero, reminded you of all the people you’d hurt, all the lives you ruined until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Right now, Loki was berating you, you wanted to cry, you wanted to scream and punch the walls and beg him to stop. You had done all of that in the early days and it made no difference, the scene always played on no matter how much you begged.
They said if you told them about Loki they’d let you go but you refused to talk. He might be dead but according to them there were other Loki’s out there and whilst none would ever come close to your Loki, you wouldn’t betray any of them.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, it could’ve been mere minutes or years, but the orange light appeared in the shape of a doorway and a man was stepping through.
You liked him. He was always nice to you even though you knew it frustrated him when you wouldn’t give any information up, he never hurt you like the others.
“Hello Y/N.” He said, his voice soft and smile friendly.
“Mobius.” You greeted, voice empty of emotion.
Mobius hated seeing you like this, he really did. He remembered you when they first brought in, so full of fight and spirit. Seeing you this broke didn’t sit right with him.
“C’mon.” He said, holding out a hand for you to grab, frowning when you flinched.
After an awkward pause you did take the offered hand and let Mobius take you through the doorway.
“No.” You said as you stepped out, turning to go back through the door but it was already closed.
“Y/N,” Mobius began, his voice changing to resemble that of how someone would talk to a frightened animal.
“No, not here, only in there,” you said, gesturing to the empty space where the door was only moments before. “He’s never here.”
“Y/N, this is Loki.” Mobius tried again but before he got the chance to give you an explanation, you exploded.
“My Loki is dead, Mobius!” You yelled pushing Mobius away, the fight you had thought long gone coming back stronger than ever, you felt the anger build inside of you, it felt like it was going to burn you alive. You hadn’t cried in a long time but the tears came pouring down rapidly now. “He’s dead, I watched him die! So don’t stand there and tell me he’s my Loki. Whatever kind of torture this is, it won’t work. You hear me, I hope the Loki your tracking finds you first, I hope he burns this place to the ground.” Despite the anger and the yelling, Mobius couldn’t help but smile as you echoed some of Loki’s first words to him.
“Y/N, is it?” Loki said, taking a hesitant step towards you.
You turned away from him, refusing to play whatever game Mobius had set up.
“I’m afraid I don’t quite know what to say, it feels like you know everything about me and I so little about you.” Loki confessed, he really was at a loss but seeing you so sad, so broken, so tortured…it pained him.
“You’re not my Loki.” You whispered harshly, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself rather than him.
“No, I’m afraid I’m not, for I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet. Though I do envy my future self for having got so much time with you but perhaps it was better that way, I don’t think you would have liked this version of me as much.” Loki was shocked to find he believed the words wholeheartedly.
“You’re not my Loki.” Was your only reply.
“I know.” Loki repeated. “I am from your timeline though. I’m the Loki that just lost to the Avengers in New York.” Here he watched as you looked to Mobius, who gave you a sincere smile whilst nodding.
Then you turned to look at him.
“2012 Loki?” You asked, wiping at your eyes.
“Yes. I was captured and Thor was ready to take me to Asgard when the tesseract was released and I made my escape.” He watched as you played the information over in your head, matching it up with events you remembered.
“That’s when the TVA got you?” You asked, hesitant to believe it but Mobius was the only one who hadn’t lied to you yet.
“That’s when the TVA got me.” Loki confirmed, shooting you a small smile. “I heard they got you because you tried to save me.”
“Tried being the key word,” you scoffed, “I was so close, but they whisked me away and reset the timeline. I’ve been here ever since.”
“Staying loyal to a dead man?” Loki asked, causing you to smile.
“My Loki might be dead but there are other Loki’s out there, I refuse to betray any of them, especially one causing the TVA so much trouble.” You said, missing the way Mobius grinned.
“Your Loki must have meant an awful lot to you to inspire so much loyalty.”
“My Loki meant everything to me.” Was your reply.
There was a pause in the room and Mobius was quick to gesture to the chairs around the table. You hesitated for a moment which Loki noticed and he moved to pull a chair out for you. You couldn’t help but smile at him, the gesture was something you had become so used to, God you missed him.
“So, this Variant?” Loki asked, looking away from you to Mobius.
The three of you spent the next few hours going over the information the TVA had on the Variant and if Loki moved closer to you…well who could possibly blame him?
“Oh, my goodness. Don’t tell me the Variant ambushed and killed another team of Minutemen?” Here Loki paused to let out an exaggerated gasp causing you to laugh silently into the palm of your hand. “And stole their reset charge as well.” You couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter causing Loki to grin widely before the two of you were shushed.
You both froze as you locked eyes with Loki, you raised your eyebrow at him causing him to smirk. Slowly he turned around to see the librarian and shushed her back.
You couldn’t have wiped the smile off of your face if you tried.
“Wait, I’ve got it!” Loki exclaimed after a long silence were the two of you continued reading the files Mobius had left.
“What?” You asked, looking up at him.
You watched as Loki scooped the folders up before reaching a hand out to you, you didn’t hesitate as you took it and let him pull you along.
“Where are we going?” You laughed.
“To show Mobius.” He told you, looking back to smile at you before hurrying over to Mobius who was sitting with a lunch tray.
“I found something.” Loki said, placing the files on the table and taking a seat, dragging you into the seat next to him, so close your knees brushed together.
Mobius ignored his words as he replied, “No, I said don’t bother me until you’ve read all the files.”
“We have read them all.” You and Loki said together, pausing to look at each other with small smiles and turning back to Mobius who watched the two of you with a raised eyebrow.
It wasn’t long before you were hiding a smile as Loki demonstrated how his theory worked using Mobius’ salad as Asgard and another worker’s drink and some salt. One of the many things you loved about Loki was how expressive he was when he was explaining something, especially when it was something he was passionate about. The hand gestures, the demonstrations, even just how elegantly he spoke…you loved watching him talk like this. There was an ache in your chest at seeing this again, but you managed to push it aside.
“There’s the apocalypse.” Loki said with a proud smile.
“That’s the apocalypse?” Mobius asked looking down at his, now ruined, lunch.
“If everything around you is destined to lead up to that one moment then whatever you do won’t have an impact,” You said looking from the salad to Loki who was nodding at you with a pleased expression, “right?”
“Exactly!” He exclaimed. “So, the Variant hides out in these apocalypses,”
“And nobody would ever know because whatever that Loki is doing can’t affect anything, whatever they do doesn’t stop the apocalypse.” You finished and Loki looked so pleased as he turned to face you.
“Not bad.” Mobius said, causing you and Loki to quickly look away from each other, making Mobius chuckle.
As Loki and Mobius tested the apocalypse theory out, you were forced to stay behind. Whilst you were allowed to help out with the research work, Renslayer had denied you access to leave the TVA.
You were sort of glad for the opportunity to be alone. Seeing Loki again was hard, he was so much like your Loki which made sense because technically he was your Loki just an earlier version of him. His mannerisms were so similar that sometimes you had to pause to catch your breath as the ache in your chest grew.
Sometimes Mobius sent Loki on a task when he saw you were getting overwhelmed and in the few minutes of Loki’s absence, Mobius would sit with you and talk just above a whisper, sometimes he praised you, sometimes he told you stories, whatever he did always grounded you and you were so thankful to the man.
Some days it was almost like the time cell they had you in were you just wanted to pretend that he was the Loki you knew, pretend that he knew you too. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you and just let the world fall away. It would’ve been so easy to do it but you pushed through it and carried on with the helping find the other Loki.
“So, tell me where you’re going again.” You asked Loki as Mobius spoke with somebody.
“Earth, more precisely Haven Hills, Alabama, 2050. It’s a corporate town owned by Roxxcart until it’s wiped out by a hurricane.” Loki told you.
“And that’s where you think Loki’s hiding?” Loki looked at you watching as you nervously bit your lip. He frowned seeing how worried you were.
“Hey,” Loki said, placing his hand under your chin and guiding you to look up at him. He let his palm rest against your cheek. “What’s wrong?”
You sighed as you let your eyes fall closed. You didn’t know what was wrong, you just knew something didn’t feel right.
“What if something goes wrong?” You asked instead of answering.
“It’s going to be fine.” Loki assured you with a small smile but you just shook your head before moving away from him to pace.
“You don’t know that Loki, you don’t know it’ll be fine!” You exclaimed, causing Loki’s eyes to widen in concern.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Loki whispered as he reached for you, pulling you close so that your head rested on his chest. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into him and he let his hand rub comfortingly up and down your back. “Tell me what’s wrong, darling.”
That seemed to be the final straw for you and before Loki knew it you were sobbing into his chest, gripping him tightly like he’d disappear if you let go.
“It’s ok, you’re ok.” Loki continued to whisper soothing words into your hair as he held you.
Mobius turned to call Loki over, the task force ready to leave but when he saw the two of you huddled together he gestured for everyone to move away to give the two of you some privacy.
“Tell me what’s wrong, love, so I can fix it.” Loki said after you began to calm down. He pulled you away from him, frowning as you whimpered but relaxed as he just wiped your tears away, keeping you close the entire time.
“The last time I…” You trailed off, taking a shaky breath, “The last time I lost you, you told me everything would be fine. You were lying of course; you knew you were lying but I didn’t. I didn’t know just how bad it would be and now you’re going to face another Loki, one who has been avoiding and killing minutemen for longer than I’ve been alive. I can’t lose you again, I can’t lose you.” You rushed out, your voice breaking at the end as another round of tears fell from your eyes.
Loki paused for a moment and just watched you, feeling his heart clench in sympathy. He hated his future self for dying, for leaving you alone but he also knew how much he loved Thor, he’d rather the both of you live without him than him having to live without either of you. Maybe that made him selfish but he could see why his future self had made the sacrifice.
“I’m sorry, darling,” He said as he pulled you back into his arms, “I’m so sorry that you were left alone, believe me if I could change it I would no matter what I had to do but if it comes down to you or me, I’m always going to choose you. I know that after only knowing you for a short amount of time so the Loki you spent years with….well I can see why he wouldn’t hesitate. You can come with us, I’ll convince Mobius, if it’ll make you feel better, but everything really is going to be ok.” Loki promised as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
As he turned his head, he saw Mobius who gestured that they needed to go. Silently, he pointed to you and then to Mobius, pleading with the man to let you go. He watched as Mobius frowned before looking down the hallway and back to the two of you before reluctantly nodding and mouthing “quickly.”
“Let’s go.” Loki said as he linked your hands together and led you to the task force.
Mobius smiled at you softly and you mouthed a thank you towards him before you were all being ushered through the doorway.
The rain was…well it was apocalyptic. You watched as Loki looked up at the sky as it thundered dangerously with a small smile, your Loki did that too, just looked up at the sky and thought of Thor when the weather was stormy.
Once the task force was inside Loki used his magic to dry the two of you off causing you to jump slightly, it had been so long since you’d been around magic.
“Thank you.” You said and Loki just smiled down at you.
“The hell was that?” One of the agents asked, causing Loki to grin cheekily.
“That was me using magic to dry our clothes so we don’t announce ourselves with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you.” You couldn’t help but snort, causing Hunter B-15 to glare at you.
“Take both teams and sweep the storm shelter.” She said to the rest of the task force and everyone was quick to move.
“Loki and I are gonna check out the Green House. We’ll meet…” Mobius began but was quickly cut off by Hunter B-15.
“No?” He asked in confusion
“You go with D-90 and take Y/L/N with you. He stays with me.” She said, causing Loki to glance first at Mobius then you, you watched him with a concerned look but eventually nodded.
Mobius and Hunter B-15 bickered back and forth before Loki cut in.
“Mobius, it’s fine. It’s fine. You can trust me. I understand I have to earn that, so, I will.” He said, again looking from Mobius to you. You smiled at him, causing him to smile back.
“Why is it the people you can’t trust are always saying, “Trust me”?” Mobius muttered to you before turning to Hunter B-15, “Okay, try to hang on to your Time Collar this time. We’ll see you in the showroom.”
And with that everyone went their separate ways.
“You can trust him, you know.” You told Mobius once you were far away enough from the others.
“No, you can trust him.” Mobius said with a fond smile. “Me however, well we’ll see.”
The two of you walked behind the group following as they led you into a room full of people seeking refuge.
“Check the bag for reset chargers.” One of the hunters said and everyone was quick to set to work as the people around you panicked.
“Hey! These people are scared.” Mobius snapped at one of the hunters who was being particularly vicious towards the people, looking at him now you recognised him as one of your harsher interrogators.
“They’re about to die. They should be scared.” He snapped back causing your eyes to widen in horror at the harshness.
“Not of us.” Mobius said calmly.
“Please we’ve got women and children.” A man said as he gently grabbed your arm and pleaded with you. You looked at him with tears in your eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” You whispered before Mobius led you away. “You’re really going to let these people die?”
“Our job isn’t to save them.” Mobius said sadly, sympathising with you. The first few missions are always the hardest.
“No,” You scoffed as you moved away from him, “your job is to make sure they die.” You hissed before stalking out of the room.
Tears made their way down your face as you left the room but you angrily brushed them away as you tried to find Loki. You had always thought something seemed off with the TVA but seeing their work up close made you nauseous.
A thud snapped you out of your thoughts and you peeked around a corner just in time to see Hunter B-15 hit the floor. You spared her little thought; Mobius would find her and instead you followed Loki.
You saw Loki standing alone but talking to somebody.
“I see, that’s your plan, lure us all here so you can blow the place up.”
You watched as a giant of a man came from nowhere and kicked Loki in the chest sending him flying backwards. The man, a Loki perhaps?, just thanked him for helping stall for time before hitting him again sending him further back. Loki used his magic but still the man showed no signs of slowing down.
“Stop hiding.” Loki commanded, causing you to raise an eyebrow. More than likely the Loki variant then, hiding in the bodies of refugees.
A sick feeling suddenly came over you as you watched the Loki variant choke Loki, images of Thanos and Loki invaded your mind and it took everything for you to stay quiet.
You breathed a sigh of relief as he let Loki go though it was short lived as Loki went flying again, smashing into one of the stands.
The Loki variant’s eyes turned green before the man hit the floor with a laugh, suddenly there was a hooded figure with glowing green hands standing behind him. As Loki’s voice bounced around the room, the Loki variant pulled his hood down.
There stood a woman. Loki in her true form.
“This isn’t about you.” She snarled.
“Right.” Loki said, sounding dubious before the power shut down. The last thing you saw was a smirk on the Loki variant’s face.
The lighting turned red as the Loki variant picked up a tempad, you watched as the familiar orange doorway appeared and that bad feeling you had about Loki coming here grew painfully.
This wasn’t going to end well for anybody.
She waved at Loki before stepping through the doorway and moments later Mobius, Hunter B-15 and another Hunter where running down the hallway shouting for Loki to stop.
“Loki, wait!” Mobius pleaded and Loki actually looked torn before shaking his head and walking towards the door.
“Loki!” You yelled, finally stepping out from behind one of the isles.
Here Loki paused before turning to you, his eyes were wide as he looked at you and, in that moment, you knew what would happen.
“Please.” You whispered and he looked crushed.
Mobius was near him now, nearly within distance to grab him, to push him away from that damned doorway but he was too late.
‘I’m sorry darling.’ Loki mouthed before he ran through the doorway.
The orange faded to nothing just as Mobius reached it and you could do nothing but stare at the doorway with an aching heart.
Read part two here!
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soldiersweiner · 5 months ago
Recs 3
(Decided to move all my 2021 reads to another post since the last one was getting too damn long) 
Am lowkey nervous when I see my scroll bar getting smaller and smaller with each fic I add to my personal table of contents LMAO (tumblr, please don’t crash on me now!) Recs 3 is a compilation of all the fics I’ve reblogged for 2021 (I won't even attempt to include next year's reads/finds here bc that's going to be too long). You may also notice that there are some works that not here anymore - I removed them since they’re "non-existent" according to Tumblr.
Created this to not only share the wonderful works made by these amazing authors, be it the simplest of their works, but because I also do a lot of rereading of my faves so it’s a win-win! Newly added works and authors will be tagged while previously added works and authors will be linked because the tags and this post itself shows an error when saving (because it’s already the longest allowed or because I may be at a limit of a post?) If works are made by the same author, I can only tag 1 and link the others so tumblr can still allow me to tag others.
All works linked here are completed unless stated otherwise or I wasn’t aware that it is in progress. All fics are arranged alphabetically because I like it neat that way lmao
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Originally posted: 25 May 2021 | Updated: 2 October 2021
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03:35 - buckystarlight
5:32 AM - buckyhoney
107 - barnessupremacy yelanasbelova(New URL, masterlist under works)
A Kiss of Wine - jobean12-blog
A Helping Paw - river-soul
A Mutually Assured Attachment - cacoetheswriting
Adore You - cupidsbarnes
Always You, Forever - pellucid-constellations
Amnesia - sergeantbuckybarnes 
Among the Layers - starsvck
Breathin - mischiefmanaged71
Brighter Than the Sun - gigglygiddybarnes
Buchanan - @barnesmurdock
Buzz-cut Szn - whirlybirbs
Can I Steal Your Fries? - untiltheendoftime
Citrus, Miniature Sun - babycap
Click - constantwriter85
Codename: Last Resort - lovelyavengers 
Cool - itsapeterthing
Cracking More Than a Smile - buckys-blue-eyes
Crawl Home to Her - nexusnyx
Dares & Coffee Dates - moonstruckbucky
Devotion - @avecra
Divine Retribution - pellucid-constellations
Drawn to Love - jobean12-blog
Dream a Little Dream of Me - blissfullybarnes
Drunk - coffeecatsandcandles
Don’t Look Back - belowva
Doodle Hearts - jobean12-blog
Dream on Me - @margowrites
Drunk on You - wkemeup
Fairground - softlybarnes
Falling For You - itsapeterthing
Favourite Person - parkersdoll
First Name Basis - baroquebucky 
Flirtin’ - wannabeschyulersister 
Greatest Neighbor - maybepointlessthoughts
Happy Birthday - theimpossibleg1rl 
Heal - statticscribbles 
Here to Help - itsjustmelainey
Hey Doll - allydrabbles
Hide & Seek - angrythingstarlight
Hideouts - xbuchananbarnes 
History - bitchassbucky
Home Comfort - justatirednightowl
House Warming - imagines-hoarder 
Housesitting - emwritesstuff 
I Can Save You This Time - pellucid-constellations
I See You - constantwriter85  deactivated :’( 
It was Only a Kiss - navybrat817 
I've Got You - starks-hero 
Jamaican Me Crazy - moonstruckbucky
Lavender, Yellow & You - loveaffaire
Lay Here With Me - all1e23
Life Before You - world-of-aus
Lights - barnestuff
Looney Tunes - 19ana45
Marriage Story - sunmoonandbucky 
Meet Cute - spilledkauffie 
Midnight Aid - greekgodwannabe
Never Again - houseravenclaws
Nice to Meet You - itsapeterthing
Peace - scarlvtbitch
Pear Conditioner and Scary Movies - wasianhermione 
Playing Cupid - constantwriter85 deactivated :’(
Please Notice - nexusnyx
Plum - creme-bruhlee 
Pretty Boy - gogolucky13
Purgatory - wkemeup
Right Here Waiting - celestialbarnes 
Safe - barnestuff
Safe Place to Land - sunlightdances 
Shadow - bubblebuckys
Secret Girlfriend - buckyhoney-library
Singing in the Rain - bucky-bucket-barnes
Stay - barnestuff
Staying Past Dawn - puffberries 
Suburbia - wkemeup
Swinging - the-wintershade 
Tag! You’re It - jobean12-blog
Tap - houseravenclaws
Tell Me Something Good - navybrat817
Thanks for the Memories - sunmoonandbucky
The Barnes’ Are Still Loud - jbarness
The L Word - babyboibucky
The Mess I Made - wkemeup
The Midnight Coconuts - bitsandbobsandstuff
The Night Shift - cjsinkythoughts
The Offer - wkemeup
The Only Kindness - wkemeup
The Power We Hold - thestarssalign
The Right Partner - bucky-bucket-barnes
The Shot Heard Round the Tower - pellucid-constellations
These Hands are Meant to Hold - vanderlustwords
They Know - sparklefics
Three’s a Crowd - itsapeterthing
Throw Back your head laughing like a little kid - honeyhargreeves
To the Rescue - lovelyavengers 
Touch Starved - @shurisneakers
Undercover - buckysknifecollection 
Understudy - wkemeup
What Would you Give for Love - buckystarlight
Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - msmarvelwrites 
Where I Belong - constantwriter85 deactivated :’(
Who’s She? - itsapeterthing
Winter Solstice - writersbuck 
Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox - pellucid-constellations
You’re the Best Book I Ever Read - mickey-henry
Your Protector - buckys-broody-muffin
Your Touch - marvelettesassemblenow
X - avenging-fandoms
X - baroquebucky 
X - bemine-bucky
X - bemine-bucky
X - bemine-bucky
X - buckyblues 
X - buckysknifecollection
X - gogolucky13
X - thefanbasewhore
X - modern-vellichor
X - modern-vellichor
X - sunlightdances 
X - thefanbasewhore
X - wkemeup
X - wkemeup
#Bittercoffee - whirlybirbs (ongoing?)
3B - @softlybarnes
A Half Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas - urimaginespimp 
As You Wish, Ma’am - aescapisms 
Baby Fever - barnxsromanxff
Baby Fever | Little Beginnings | Mini You | Dance With Me - youlightmeupfinn 
Bingo | Game Night - spilledkauffie
Bucky x Pregnant Reader - spilledkauffie
Everybody Loves Somebody - ladylibby
Flashing Lights - pellucid-constellations (ongoing?)
Harmless - @shurisneakers
I’ll Take Care of It - touchstarvedirl
Ignoti Nulla Cupido - persephonesinfernos (ongoing)
Misfire - @shurisneakers
No Control | Flight Risk - wkemeup
Stay Still - buckysknifecollection
The Holiday Hack - gogolucky13
TFATWS Series - cjsinkythoughts 
We’re Fools - achillieus 
Weird Way of Flirting - buckysknifecollection
Actors on Actors - youlightmeupfinn 
Papa - chanelfaerie nakedrogers (URL change)
Prună - chanelfaerie nakedrogers (URL change)
Thirst Tweets - nev3rfound 
This section contains 18+ content as warned by the writers on their posts.
Minors, get out.
3:1 - nialls-flute
Again - theimpossibleg1rl
All Shook Up -  jobean12-blog
Baby Fever - jurassicbarnes 
Best Man - navybrat817
Break Lights - boxofbonesfic
Burya - constantwriter85  deactivated :’(
Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself - angrythingstarlight
Caring for Bucky - angrythingstarlight
Chase Away the Nightmares - angrythingstarlight
Cockblocked - borkingbarnes
Come as You Are - gogolucky13
Cool You Down, Heat You Up - angrythingstarlight
Dead of Night - bucksfucks
Destroy - navybrat817
Don’t Fear the Reaper - gogolucky13
Don’t Flatter Yourself, Doll - tricksters-captain 
Dream a Little Dream of Me - sugardaddytonystark
Ever Since -  syntheticavenger
First and Last - navybrat817
Forbidden Fruit - bucksfucks
Fruitful - bubblebuckys
Heat Waves - bucksfucks
Hurricane - syntheticavenger
I’m begging for you (Take my hand) - cupidsbarnes
In Two Years - starbuckie
Intentional - buckycuddlebuddy 
Interrupted - sxbby-barnes 
Just One Taste - angrythingstarlight
Let Me Give You a Hand - angrythingstarlight
Like It Rough - navybrat817
Mean It - gogolucky13
Midnight Delight - bucksfucks
Night and Day - navybrat817
On Eve of Destruction - threeminutesoflife
Partition - angrythingstarlight
Peaches and Cream - river-soul
Please - buckybarnesdiaries
Pour Some Sugar on Me - buckycuddlebuddy
Sexual Healing - gogolucky13
Stolen Comforts - bonkywobble 
Sweaty - coffeecatsandcandles
The Staring Contest - jobean12-blog
The Wedding Date - river-soul
Vowel sin Marble - pellucid-constellations
Wine & Dine - witchysoldier  (deactivated)
X - angrythingstarlight
X - angrythingstarlight
X - angrythingstarlight
X - angrythingstarlight
X - angrythingstarlight
X - angrythingstarlight
X - navybrat817
X - sableseb
A Tender Heart - river-soul (ongoing)
All That’s Best of Dark and Bright - ursulaismymiddlename 
Burn the Witch - dreamwritesimagines
CTRL - @bitchassbucky (KAYE SRSLY WTF)
Deadweight - loving-bucky-is-easier 
Fake Boyfriend Real Orgasms - bucksfucks (ongoing)
H.C.M.C. - lokithealligator
Just Friends | Rollercoasters - writingcroissant
Let Me Come Home - buckysho
Lost | Found - sunshinebuckybarnes
Love, Honor, and Obey - constantwriter85  deactivated :’(
Peaches - buckycuddlebuddy
Play Pretend  - wkemeup
Project V - babyboibucky (ongoing)
Rescue Me -  constantwriter85  deactivated :’(
Sanctioned - imaginedreamwrite  (ongoing)
Something More - tellmealovestory 
Stark Hub - world-of-aus (guuurl I kennat) 
Swallow - all1e23
Sweet as Cinnamon Sugar - propertyofpoeandbucky
The Barnes’ AU - agentofbarnes
The Coupon Book - tuiccim
The Match - babyboibucky (ongoing)
The Unseen One - extremelyblackandwhite
To be a god or a hero - spiderbitchspiderbitch
Unbroken - constantwriter85  deactivated :’(
Vacant Mirrors - whirlybirbs
Water Over the Dam - constantwriter85  deactivated :’(
Wide Awake and Still Dreaming | Red Cherry Lips - syntheticavenger
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winter-soldier-101 · 24 days ago
Omg this was just so 🥺
(Not my TikTok)
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eloquenceflores · a month ago
* ・ ゚𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀➷
𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟 | 𝗻. 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗳𝗳
「 SYNOPSIS 」 / the day finally comes where your deepest fantasies comes true ♡︎.
「 PAIRINGS 」 / milf!natasha x fem!reader
「 WORD COUNT 」 / 2113
「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, sexc blonde!milf!natasha, age gap (reader is of age), ma’am kink, dirtttyyy talking, some fingering, a tad of oral, use of a dildo, use of a lottt of pet names, overstimulation, just filth, language, porn with little plot, d/s dynamics, cheating (i do not condone!) that’s it?
➪ author’s notes : ❝ yooooo so here’s the long awaited second part to the first fic i had made as promised. i hope u guys enjoy & as always i love u <333 ❞
part one
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“you made me feel so good, pretty girl. i promised to fuck you and i will keep that, you deserve it. how about you finish yourself off in the bathroom and make sure y/f/n is sleep and come into my room when your ready”
“i’ll be waiting for you”
and you did exactly that.
when you had made it into the bathroom upstairs, it had barely taken you two seconds to make yourself cum right there while sitting on the sink counter. legs spreaded wide open while your fingers rubbed at your clit fastly, making sure to slap your hand right against your mouth when you came because if you didn’t you were absolutely sure you would echo the whole entire house even from the locked bathroom.
when you were finished, you had cleaned yourself a bit before heading back into your friend's bedroom where she laid, talking on the phone; the tv was long forgotten as it sat there blasting netflix with no audience watching. your friend had heard the bedroom door open and whipped her head towards the noise to find you just walking in. “girl where the hell have you been?” she exclaims, wait were you really gone for that long? you thought to yourself. you sat in silence for a quick second before answering her.
“your mom saw me walking around and decided to make me a little snack” you shrugged carelessly, just lying straight through your teeth. as you spoke the words you were smirking internally; the addictive taste of natasha’s pussy still alive and electrocuting your tongue. a fucking snack it was indeed.
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it took about 30 whole minutes for your friend to finally fall asleep but to you it felt like at least 20 hours max. you had to keep persuading her and telling her you both should go to sleep and it eventually worked. you really want your time with natasha, and you were thanking the heavens that it wasn't one of those days where your friend would pull an all-nighter and stay up until the sun rose. when she had fallen asleep you had to stay in place for another long couple of minutes to make sure she was absolutely in deep slumber before you began to get up to exit the room as quietly as you could.
you had made it successfully out of the bedroom and into the hallroom, your gaze instantly zeroing down to natasha’s now intimidating bedroom door just a few feet away from you, the bedroom light casting a glow from underneath the slit of the door. with little steps you started to walk towards her bedroom door, wanting to run full on but cancelled the thought; deciding to take your time and not cause any floor creaks.
once you made it to the door you quickly took in a huge amount of air before raising your hand to gently place two slow knocks against the wood, and almost immediately you received an answer. there the woman of the hour had stood, right in front of you. completely naked, the lacy nightgown she once wore an hour or so ago was gone. you couldn’t help but let your eyes zero in on the older woman’s beautiful sculpted body with desire and starving lust swimming in your irises. natasha raised a sharp brow at you, laughing slowly at your awestruck face that was too busy looking at the area where her breasts laid upon her chest. all it took was a little wave of her fingers motioning you to come inside for you to immediately follow like a little puppy wanting a treat.
when you made it into the beautiful bedroom of hers you swore it felt like it had become so quiet. so quiet you thought if a water bottle cap dropped everyone would be able to hear. you stood in the middle of the room with your hands clasping at your arms. you just couldn’t help but feel nervous with the gorgeous woman standing in front of you completely nude. how come you didn’t even feel like this when she was knuckle deep inside of your pussy earlier? you contemplated yourself. nat saw your nervous figure awkwardly standing there and chuckled before she started to walk over to your body and push at your shoulders. causing you to fall back and sit on the front of her bed.
“no need to be so nervous, babygirl. what do you think i’m gonna do huh?” the woman questions, her finger absentmindedly moving a strand of your hair away from your face so she could look at you directly and clearly. you looked up at her with those shiny, doe blinding-like eyes which natasha internally groaned at. gosh, she absolutely loved when you hit her with that look.
“you’re gonna, f-fuck me..?” you tried to state but it came out more like a question instead.
natasha smirks widely at your answer, “that’s exactly what you want huh? you want me to fuck that pussy into my mattress, baby?” when you nodded at her words nat copied and gave you a searing kiss on your pouty lips before she got up and walked into her walk in closet, and quickly you could see her start to move things around and dig.
a couple of seconds had passed before she finally walked out and what she held in her hand made your mouth go dry. it was an average length, silver silicone dildo clutched tightly into her hand, the other hand twirling at the head of the toy teasing as she made her way back to you. natasha’s husband worked a demanding job and always went on business trips so of course the woman needed to have something to keep her from losing her mind all the time, along with her vibrator but that’s for a whole different time.
“scoot up on the bed” you moved quickly as soon as the command left her lips. your body scooting back up further on the bed so you were sitting right in the middle. nat next commanded you to get undressed which you followed to as well without any questions which she praised you for. natasha then crawled up on top of the bed until she’s right in front of you, rising up to sit on her knees before lifting up the toy to your face. a coy smile dancing on her plump lips as she slapped the toy against the flesh of your own lips.
“open up, doll. gotta get it nice and wet for your ma’am”
as soon as your lips parted, natasha shoved the dildo into your mouth and started thrusting it down your throat until you started to gag. your little hands grasping at her wrist to signal you needed a breather. she listened and pulled back and away from you, bringing the toy along with her. she then placed a peck on your forehead, “such a good girl, now spit” the blonde moved the tip of the fake cock towards your awaiting mouth, groaning loudly when she saw your spit dribble down onto the cock while your eyes held contact with her lustful ones. when you finished getting the toy wet enough to nat’s preference she motioned you to turn around on all fours.
“good, good. arch your back, ass all the way up honey” nat guided, and after some final adjustments she was fully satisfied with your position.
the woman then placed her hand over your whole pussy, cupping you in her palm. a little gasp leaving her lips at just how wet you were in her hand, you were absolutely dripping. “goddamn, baby. all of this for me?” nat whispers in awe, her fingers now toying and rubbing at your clit. just getting you more wet and ready for her.
“yes ma’am, i’m so wet for you and you only” you whimper, the feeling of her digits playing with your throbbing clit making you go drunk that quickly and she barely did anything. natasha chuckles with a shake of her head, “fuck you’re such a good girl for me, such a perfect little thing. you ready for me, dollface?”
you made noises of agreement and that gave nat the greenlight to start inserting the toy inside of you. “you barely fit my fingers in that tight pussy of yours earlier, i don’t think it’ll fit babygirl” nat teased with a faux pout on her lips, grinning widely when she had got the reaction she wanted out of you. “no no! ma’am it’ll fit, please fuck me” you whined and begged with a little kick of your legs as well.
“alright alright, calm down. i promised i would, didn't i?” you nodded and nat smiled at you, finally pushing the toy inside of you.
the wetness you kept leaking made the intrusion much easier to do, your pussy swallowing the silicon almost immediately. when nat bottomed out the toy and had it completely inside of you, she started to do some slow testing thrusts. “mm, how does that feel?” she asks you, deep emerald eyes flickering up to look at your facial expressions. “it feels so good, ma’am. please go faster now?” nat smirks and obeys your request with grace, her hand tightening around the end of the fake cock before she lifts her wrist up and slams it back down repeatedly, fucking you with the toy now.
and soon the only sounds that could be heard in the room was the dildo fucking into you and the wet squelching sounds coming from your soaked pussy. oh and the loud moans and cries you couldn’t contain. “doll, the walls aren’t soundproof. you have to keep it down” nat scolds you while continuing to fuck you with the cock roughly. “ma’am, i can’t. it feels so, so good” you cried, eyes shut tightly as the waves of pleasure washed over your body with each thrust she inflicted into you.
the older woman tsks, “if you can’t be quiet, i will force you to”
her stern words made your lips pucker up into a wounded pout. of course you didn't want your friend to hear but what makes her think she can fuck you so good and thinks you’re not about to moan like crazy? it’s utterly impossible.
the blonde haired woman then suddenly bent down, her hand continuing to pump the toy into you while she opened her mouth to place an open, wet kiss at your swollen, puffy clit. the action making you squeal at the sudden stimulation she just endured on your clit, both of your legs twitching right beside her head. as soon as the loud surprised sound left your lips she lifted her head up from your pussy, her free hand coming up to your messy hair; gripping it before pushing you face down into the pillows.
“could've sworn i told you to shut up” she spat, her other hand now staying locked into your hair, keeping your head in place as she fucked you even faster than before. your muffled moans and whimpers now buried and trapped into the softness of the pillows.
nat then noticed how much wet you’ve gotten, your essence now dripping and landing on her sheets. she also noticed how your legs began to shake and twitch, indicating how close you were to becoming a straight putty in her hands. “fuck princess, youre so close aren’t you? hmm? gonna cum on my cock, pretty one?” she lifted your head up from the pillows so she could hear your replies, “yes! please ma’am, i’m gonna cum so fucking badly. please, please. ‘m so, close”
natasha cooed, her wrist speeding up its pace. “oh yeah? cum for me then, cum for your ma’am”
at the quickening pace of the dildo and her other hand coming away from your hair to rub at your clit fastly, you were cumming like an absolute mad woman. your mouth opened and gaped in a silent scream, both legs of yours shaking and thrashing. your lower body trying to move away from natasha as she kept pleasuring you during your release only for the woman to grab you and place you back into position. when your hands scrambled to hers and tried to push them away from your poor core she decided to have mercy on you.
finally pulling the toy out of you and backing away, making sure to run a hand along your back to calm you after the mind-floating orgasm you’ve just received.
“i’m making sure you’ll never stop being friends with y/f/n, you’re mine now.”
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