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aimmyarrowshigh · 6 months
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Sapphic September 2023
053. Wistful - Okoye/Natasha Romanov - Marvel Cinematic Universe
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mrs-johansson · 26 days
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Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration
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Part 2:
We slowly moved inside, taking down guards one by one. Natasha secured the security room and Sam got the armory room.
Us 5 had successfully reached the entrance and the only thing we needed to enter was Nat’s signal of a clear path. “How are you guys doing?” I asked in the comms. “There are about 50 guards left inside. Klaue is at the top of the building,” Natasha informed us. “How’s our way inside looking?” I asked. “Just a second…” She said, clearly focused on what she was doing. “You’re clear, go get him.” “I’m planning on it.”
We made our way through each level quietly. Collected all the files we found, searching for Vibranium and Klaue.
In no time we were nearing the top floor. We were left with 7 men and Klaue. “You get the guards, I have Klaue,” I looked at the agents, and once they all nodded we broke in the door, not leaving a second for them to escape.
Our agents were on Klaue’s men quickly and I spotted Klaue at the other side of the room. “Sam get over here and collect the Vibranium, Nat get all their data from the main hardware, and send your team over here. I’ll get Klaue,” I said and ran to Klaue. As he saw me coming he held up a different-looking gun and he aimed at me. Kicked up a metal table and threw it at him, making him fall back into a door and roll down some stairs. I followed him to the stairway and before I got to him, he started running down the stairs. Sent a fireball in front of him, trying to stop him, but it didn’t bother him, and jumped over the burning area and continued running.
Trying to stop him I tried to fire at him but somehow he managed to run out of the building. I followed him closely and finally hit him with a fireball, making him fall to the ground. “Who are you working for? Who needs this much Vibranium?” I asked as I stood over the man. “A lot of people,” he said with a devilish smile. “Who are you providing this for?”
He looked behind me and the next second someone jumped at me, sending me about 100 feet away from Klaue. I rolled in the dirt making me cough. I looked up and saw a man in a black catsuit, helmet covering his head. “What the hell, man?” I got up and when I looked to Klaue’s way he was gone. “I lost Klaue,” I said in the comms. The cat man didn’t waste time and started punching me. I tried to block his moves, and when I grabbed his arm I burned him but it seemed he didn’t even notice. “Why are you stealing Vibranium?” He asked and I frowned. “Stealing? I’m trying to get it away from Klaue!” I explained while we kept fighting. “How do you know him?” He asked not even bothering to stop. “I’ve been after him for months, he’s supplying someone with Vibranium, I’m trying to find out who! Stop fucking punching me,” I said angrily and with a big kick I sent him back.
He got up and took his helmet off and my eyebrows shot up. “Aren’t you the Prince of Wakanda?” I asked and he frowned. “Yes, I am. And who are you?” He walked closer. “I’m Y/N Stark. I’m part of the Avengers.” His face dropped and looked where Klaue had been laying a couple of minutes ago. “I blew that up, didn’t I?” He asked and I spread my arms. “Yeah, kinda. This was the first time in 6 months that we had eyes on him, so thanks for that. Why did you even stop me?” I asked frustratingly. He seemed like he didn’t know the answer either. “I’m sorry, I thought you were with him.” “Y/N I think we found the person he’s supplying, you’re not gonna like this,” heard Sam over the comms. “Yeah, and I bumped into the Wankandan Prince. I’ll be there in a second,” I said then turned to the Prince. “If you’re after him, come with me,” I said and he nodded.
“So what is this cat thing? Are like a… Cat-Man?” I asked, not really sure what he was supposed to symbolize. “I’m the Black Panther. It’s been the protector of Wakanda for centuries, once I become king I’ll be the official Black Panther.” He explained. “Right and what’s your name?” “I’m T’Challa.”
Once we got up to where the team was I explained what happened and Natasha wasn’t happy at all to lose Klaue. “I can help you find Klaue if you hand over all the Vibranium you found so far. It belongs to Wakanda,” T’Challa said and Nat looked at me questioning if he was trustworthy. “That’ll work. Sam, what did you find?” I asked and he handed me some files. “Hadria Folks. She has an army of super soldiers with Vibranium armor. Klaue has been supplying her for the last 3 months,” he explained as I looked through the pictures of the armor and the amount of Vibranium she got her hands on. I looked at T’Challa and handed him the papers. “You’ve got a bigger problem than just stolen Vibranium.” He looked at the information splattered on the files and he glanced at me with a weird look. “Send your team home, you three come with me back to Wakanda, we’ll get to Klaue that way.”
We made our way to the Quinjet and I tapped Sam’s shoulder. “Take the files back to the Compound and look her up. We need every information we have on her. And look up this Black Panther guy too just to be sure,” I said and he sighed. “Why can’t I go with you? Wakanda must be so cool,” he whined and I chuckled. “You’ll get there, Wilson.”
Natasha and I followed T’Challa to his plane which looked very cool. “How did you lose Klaue?” Asked Natasha. ���This guy jumped on me and when I got back up he was gone. I really hope he can get us to Klaue because if not I’m gonna be very angry.”
We got the plane and the technology was very advanced. It looked amazing. I stepped one step closer to a sand table and suddenly a blade was by my neck then I heard a gun being held up by someone. “I wouldn’t do that,” Natasha spoke and I carefully looked to my side to see the woman who was holding a long spear. I guess Natasha was holding a gun at her. “Okoye, they’re Avengers, lower your weapon,” T’Challa spoke and she took a look between Nat and I then pulled back the spear. I looked at Natasha and glanced at her gun, signaling that she should withdraw too. “Okoye, this is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff. Ladies, this is Okoye, the commander of the Dora Milaje,” introduced us, the Prince. “Dora Milaje?” I asked. “Special forces of Wakanda,” said the woman with a straight and intense look.
Once we got off Natasha and I sat down, she still looked very unimpressed with the situation. “It’s gonna be fine, trust me,” I said to her and she just sighed, and I saw the look she gave me and it seemed she was trying to make an effort. “I trust you, not them,” said Natasha, and I put my hand on her thigh in a second, slightly squeezing. “Natalia, we know about Wakanda and they are trustworthy,” I explained and she looked at me with a tense expression. “She held a spear to your neck, Y/n.” “She didn’t know who we were.” Natasha sighed and leaned back in her seat. “I really hope you’re right.”
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As soon as the jet landed T’Challa went ahead and then us two, Okoye followed behind. When we all reached the ground, I saw the King and Queen of Wakanda with two other women, one younger than all of us. “Baba,” he bowed slightly, then looked at us. “This is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff, Avengers,” he said and we bowed too. “King T’Chaka, a pleasure to meet you,” I said and he nodded. “Likewise, welcome to Wakanda.” “Thank you, didn’t think this would be the reason for our first visit,” I said and he nodded. “Yes, it’s very unfortunate. In the meantime, this is my wife Ramonda, and my daughter, Shuri. And Nakia, member of the War Dogs, also the girlfriend of my son,” said the King, and T’Challa was quick to get flustered. “Now, I think we should get to work,” T’Challa said, trying to avoid the topic.
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We made contact with Sam at the Compound and as he was on video call with us, we saw all the information on Klaue from what T’Challa and the others had so far. “We unintentionally found one of Klaue’s hiding places around six months ago. He had a full cabinet of Vibranium but we didn’t know who he was at the time. Then we went after him and retrieved over 100 million dollars worth of Vibranium in the last six months. And today was our first time locating such a big amount that led us to Klaue. Then we found out why he needs this much. Sam, what did you find?” I looked at him on the screen and the next second he sent over everything on the bigger screen in the room. “Hadria Folks, ex-KGB. She has approximately 15 super soldiers with Vibranium armor and weapons. There were multiple attacks in Europe, but nobody got them in time. Police can’t handle them obviously and Folks haven’t been seen in 2 months. Her station is said to be in Siberia, a familiar place, don’t you think?” Sam said and I looked at him immediately. “He’s not there,” I said, crossing my arms. “Who’s not there?” Asked Nakia and I just kept staring at the screen. “Another super soldier, he was a Hydra weapon until we got him and now he is hiding, keeping himself off the radar. Maybe he could help us,” I said and Sam interfered quickly. “We couldn’t locate him for a while now, how are we planning to do this?” He asked. “You haven’t been able to locate him. He sent me a letter about two weeks ago, saying he was in Romania. He’ll know where to find her. Nat and I will go to Romania, get Barnes and you find Klaue. I’ll get you all the Vibranium we retrieved. Are you familiar with super soldiers?” I turned to the Wakandans. Shuri typed it into her computer then multiple images came up on the screen. One particular picture is of James. “Captain America is one of them, right?” Asked Nakia. “Yes.” “Why not get him involved with this?” T’Challa suggested. “He’s got other stuff to deal with. And besides, I think we’ll be just fine doing this.”
After some discussion, they flew us back to the Compound and I was ready to go home. I really thought that this could be a promising opportunity for us to get more allies and maybe get James out of hiding.
“When will you pick up Rina?” Walked into my office Natasha but stopped at the door. “Dad picked her up already. I asked him and Pepper to watch her for a while. I don’t know how long this thing will last,” I explained and packed up all my stuff, ready to leave. “So, you’ll be alone?” She asked with a gentle but clearly seductive tone. My eyes lifted in her and the smirk on her face was undeniable. I began to walk past her and before I stepped out of the room, I looked her up and down. “Care to join?” Natasha didn’t answer, she just grabbed onto my hand and kissed me on the lips. “Great choice.”
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temperature play ; marvel women (18+)
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kinktober day nineteen extra
pairings ; carol danvers x gender neutral!reader, hela odindöttir x gender neutral!reader jane foster x gender neutral!reader, gamora x gender neutral!reader, kate bishop x gender neutral!reader, mantis x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, okoye x gender neutral!reader, valkryie x gender neutral!reader, wanda maximoff x gender neutral!reader, yelena belova x gender neutral!reader
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carol danvers
when it comes to temperature play, carol tends to lean towards acts based around heat and heated objects - partly because of how accessible it is to her and because she enjoys leaving faint marks on your body
though she’s also the type to be extremely cautious and reluctant to start engaging in this type of play because she’s all too aware of the types of risks it can bring - though with some thorough convincing she’ll certainly give it a go
hela odindöttir
hela is much more open to all types of play from the get go and has plenty of experience with it from her time as the true heir of asgard - meaning that she’d likely be the one to introduce temperature play to the bedroom
she takes on a dominant role with this, as she does with most things, and tends to use both extreme heat and cold as a form of punishment or as an extension of pain play
jane foster
jane is the type to do extensive and thorough research into temperature play once you’ve brought up wanting to partake in it - what toys she should use, where she should touch you, how she can safely heat/freeze them, etc.
she primarily uses this as a way of teasing you with toys made specifically for this type of play - with two main examples being a reinforced glass dildo for cold play and metal toys for heat play
gamora
gamora isn’t the most familiar with the concept of temperature play, but after doing some research she finds herself being open to giving and receiving it (with a distinct preference for the cold side of things)
she’s very squirmy when receiving this treatment and, likewise, tends to be very messy when performing it on you - ending up being impacted herself whilst trying to maintain her usual domineering demeanour
kate bishop
kate tends to get rather skittish and flustered when it comes to introducing anything non-vanilla to your sex life, so this particular kink would have to be introduced in a very slow and mutual manner
that being said, she has no particular preference between heat and cold items during play — so long as there’s an open line of communication that allows her to bow out whenever
mantis
mantis is an assured novice when it comes to most sexual activities, so it’s safe to say that you’d need to be the one to bring it up
she’s also more submissive leaning and would prefer for you to make use of heat rather than cold (the latter being more uncomfortable and unpleasant than pleasurable for her)
natasha romanov
nat is open to the idea of temperature play so long as you’re on the receiving end - and, consequently, she’s happy to make use of whatever you suggest
that being said, she will tend to lean towards using the heat or cold to tease you during foreplay more than anything else (e.g. tracing ice around your nipples or near your sex)
okoye
okoye is incredibly calm and collected in most aspects of life and, thus, tends to be very confident and guiding in the bedroom — which extends to any experimentation you do
though she prefers cold play, she’s also comfortable with heat and will be very vocal with both; making sure there’s an open line of communication and you’re both comfortable and enjoying yourselves throughout
valkryie
valkryie takes a very casual and relaxed approach to most things in the bedroom; she’s had a long time to experiment and she’s confident enough to say she knows exactly what she’s doing
she’s happy to use whatever you propose but she’s more comfortable using these items on you than vice versa (e.g. heated/cooled items)
wanda maximoff
wanda is a veritable switch in the bedroom and is happy to do whatever you want at least once — though with this type of play she’d need a great deal of assurance and guidance so she doesn’t hurt you more than intended
when receiving she prefers heat (cold startles her more than anything), but when giving she prefers to use cooled items as, to her, there’s more leeway before you get hurt
yelena belova
yelena is very methodical and precise when it comes to anything that could cause either of you harm — both in and outside of the bedroom — and because of her history she’d much prefer to be the one exposing you to the play rather than receiving it
when she does use it, her preference lies entirely on what you ask for, and either way she’ll be very slow and observant, making sure that you’re comfortable and at ease throughout and taking care to watch for any signs of genuine distress or pain beyond your agreed upon limits
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loelysian · 1 year
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⠀  ࣪⠀⠀⊹ about — naifa she/her eighteen jewish writer
notice — i am 18 so if you are younger than 16, i will not follow back for my own level of comfort. thank you.
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✯ masterlist
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marmoris — namor x reader
metanoia — moon knight system x isis!avatar reader
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n/a
game of thrones:
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✯ requests — i do take requests from any of the tags i have here on my pinned. if you don't see a fandom you'd like me to write for, chances are i've probably forgotten. feel free to ask me about it! with requests, the more detail the better.
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awakandanavenger · 1 year
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I Am Now Taking Requests!
I’ve been absent on here for a long time since I’ve been busy on Wattpad! But anyways, here are the characters I take requests for. NO SMUT REQUESTS THOUGH! They will be ignored! 
Shuri x female reader 
Queen Ramonda x female reader 
Nakia x female reader 
Okoye x female reader 
Riri Williams x female reader 
Wanda Maximoff x female reader 
Natasha Romanoff x female reader 
One other thing, my fanfics are for everyone of every skin colour as I never specify that! And if I claim you are a daughter of an Avenger such as Wanda you can pretend you’re adopted if your skin colour is different! I want my fics to be for everyone like I said.
Hope to see your requests soon! :)
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waltermis · 4 months
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Stay, Stay, Stay
Summary: You & Natasha share a comforting moment
Warnings: hurt/comfort
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader (romantic)
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATASHA!! ❤️❤️
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Natasha sighed, cutting her peanut butter sandwich. She listened to Rocket, Nebula, and the rest of the remaining avengers argue from across the universe. It’s been five years since the snap. Five years since Thanos. Five years since the Avengers officially split up. Five years since she lost Yelena. Five years since everything… But no matter how much time passed, she couldn’t let this life go. 
“Carol, are we seeing you here next month?”
“Not likely,”
“What? You gonna get another haircut?” Rocket teased.
“Listen, fur face. I’m covering a lot of territory. The things that are happening on Earth are happening everywhere. On thousands of planets.”
“Uh, all right. All right. That’s a good point. That’s a good point.”
“So, you might not see me for a long time.” 
“All right. Uh well, this channel's always active. So, if anything goes sideways… anyone’s making trouble where they shouldn’t… comes through me.” Natasha stated, before Rocket, Okoye, Carol’s channels disappeared, leaving Rhodey. “Where are you?” she asked him.
“Mexico. The Federales found a room full of bodies. Looks like a bunch of cartel guys never even had a chance to get their guns off.”
“It’s probably a rival gang,” Natasha denied quickly.
“Except it isn’t. It’s definitely Barton… what he’s done here, what he’s been doing for the last few years. I mean, the scene that he left…I gotta tell you there’s a part of me that doesn’t even want to find him.”
“Will you find out where he’s going next?” she asked, taking a bit of her sandwich, tears filling her eyes, threatening to spill.
“Nat?”
“Please?” she asked, quietly. She looked so vulnerable, her eyes glassy and nose red from holding back tears.
“Okay,” he sighed, before leaving the channel.
Natasha sighed, trying her hardest not to cry. She missed him, Clint, he was her best friend. One of the first few people that truly trusted her. When she met Clint’s family, they welcomed her in with open arms. They were like her second family; finding out that they were blipped broke her heart. She couldn’t imagine what Clint was going through. 
‘God, this is a fucking mess.’ She thought, wrapping her arms around herself. Taking a bite out of her sad excuse of a sandwich, Natasha’s senses picked up the sound of wheels rolling against the hardwood floor. Natasha furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, watching you hauling two big blue luggage, she’s never seen before, through the common room. “Moya lyubov’, where are you going?” You ignored her, continuing to grab the luggage’s outside. “Detka? Are you okay?!” Still nothing. Natasha began to panic; thoughts of you finally realizing that you deserved better clawed their way into her brain. “Dorogaya? Can we talk about this? Please!”
“Babe?” you asked, coming back. “What’re you doing in here? I thought you were gonna use Meeting room A today… W-why’re you crying?” you asked, wrapping her up in your arms. She didn’t even notice the tears that streamed down her face. 
“Please don’t leave me! I promise I’ll spend more time with you, just please don’t go…” she cried into your chest, her words muffled as she tugged you into her, her grip tight.
“What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere,”
“Then why are you taking your luggage outside?!” she wailed, her nails digging further into you, afraid that you’d leave the second she loosened her grip.
“What? Those aren’t mine.”
“Huh?” she sobbed out. “Then whose are those?”
“They’re Tony’s, from when he and Pepper used to live here. They still have a bit of stuff here they haven’t moved to the cabin yet, he wanted me to finally bring it over for him.” you explained slowly, knowing that the lack of sleep was finally catching up on your redheaded girlfriend.
“Then what about you ignoring me?” she asked softly, her grip finally loosening.
“I was listening to music,” you showed her the air pods still in your ears. “I couldn’t hear you. I didn’t even know you were in here. I thought you decided to use one of the meeting rooms instead. You know I would never intentionally ignore you,”
Natasha nodded; her eyes grew heavier listening to the soothing sound of your voice. “Promise me you’ll never leave me.” she begged, tilting her head up to look into your eyes.
“I promise, there is nothing in this world that would make me leave you. Ever.” you promised, pecking her on the lips.
“I love you; you know that right?”
“Of course, I do, and I love you too. To Vormir and back.”
“Where’s that?” she asked sleepily, her head thudding on your chest again.
“Not sure… just came into my head.” you laughed, picking her up in your arms. You brought her back to your shared bedroom, placing her underneath the covers.
“Stay,” she said, grabbing a hold of your arm.
“Of course.” Bringing her into your arms, you placed a firm kiss on her head, letting sleep envelope the two of you.
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writing-house-of-m · 7 months
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Endgame
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: The group talks about the fight against Thanos
A/N: Three for three! I hope this one makes up for the angst posted yesterday 😊 For those who care, here is the request. Comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated!
Prompt: "That was the night I nearly lost you."
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It is the end of another party. This time, one thrown in celebration of successfully defeating Thanos once and for all.
It didn't matter where you were hiding Vision from him, Thanos kept finding him. So, when a plan was formed to hide Vision in Wakanda, everyone was ready to make it the last stand. It was a good thing Strange and Wong were able to gather so many people.
Most of those who helped in the final battle were still here, dotted around in the lounge area.
Everyone was exchanging stories about their version of events. All of you were in agreement about being in awe when Carol destroyed a ship single handedly.
You wouldn't have believed Bucky when he spoke about the raccoon he was fighting alongside if you didn't see the creature with your own eyes. You along with Thor and Peter had to corroborate his story. Especially to Tony who was sceptical.
Okoye spoke about the relief she felt at seeing the King again after he was thrown across the field. King T'Challa commented, saying the experience was not one of his finest moments making everyone laugh.
There were no major casualties and no deaths so it felt easy to joke about such things. You can only imagine what it would have felt like to fail such a risky plan.
It was Wanda's turn to speak, "That was the night I nearly lost you," she says, looking at you and squeezing your knee as she leans more into your side.
You and Wanda had each other's backs the whole time, fighting alongside one another. You have always worked well together. Finishing off enemies for the other left and right.
"I left your side for like, a second," you scoff, cinching your eyebrows, everyone laughing and looking amused at the scene.
Knowing Wanda could hold her own you left her so you could help Scott who was covered with aliens, like an apple overthrown by ants. Because she didn't notice you leave, too busy 'kicking names and taking ass,' as Mantis put it, Wanda was worried you were hurt. That was until she heard you compare Scott to Godzilla through her comms.
"I know, but I thought you were hurt," Wanda pouts.
You smile at her antics and begin to lean in to kiss her saying she is being ridiculous but you are cut short with all the jeers you hear from everyone in the room.
"No one needs to see that, lovebirds," you hear Natasha's disgust, loud and clear.
The conversation swiftly moves on to Thor talking about his new axe, Stormbreaker, and all the things it can do. Your attention is turned to Wanda as his voice drones on in the background.
"Hey," you whisper to get Wanda to look at you. When her green eyes meet yours you think of how lucky you are to be able to call her yours.
"You know I'm never gonna die, right? I still need to marry you," you say quietly while grinning.
Wanda smacks your chest, her grin matching yours. Before her next action she quickly looks around the room. You don't have time to ask what she is doing because in the next second her lips are on yours but gone just as fast.
"That's all good and well but you have to propose first," she says, centimetres from your lips.
You want to rebuttal but your attention is sucked back into the discussion around you when Scott says your name, recounting his events on almost being drowned alive by 'smelly aliens'. Hope, who is sitting beside him, shakes her head giggling at his explanation.
Conversations and drinks keep flowing long into the night.
Steve makes a heartfelt speech about everyone doing a good job in keeping the people on this planet safe. He goes on to say everyone who showed up for the fight has given everyone on Earth and even life beyond the stars a chance to appreciate their loved ones and live another day.
You always wondered what the endgame of this superhero life would be for you. But it's this. You're holding it in your arms and are surrounded by it.
The next step in your life is to make Wanda your wife, which you will do as soon as you perfect the proposal you have been planning. Together you will build a real life together and your friends will be there to witness it all.
Resting your head against Wanda's, your mind drifts to a normal life filled with white picket fences, crying babies, school pick ups and drop offs, regular home cooked meals. The stress of PTA meetings, bake sales, sports tryouts, college options. It all has you smiling to yourself.
You can't wait.
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Wԋαƚ Iϝ Iƚ’ʂ Uʂ?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader
Summary: After an incident involving the Quantum Realm brings forth the Zombie Apocalypse, you are forced to comprise a team of survivors to reach Wakanda, the only human sanctuary left. But is the apocalypse really a great time to develop feelings for a Super Soldier?
Warnings: Themes of death, hurt/comfort, angst. Side/main character death?? (Not Bucky or Reader) Fire, violence. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!
Note: This very loosely follows the relative idea of the What If..? episode. Thank you to @buckylattes for sending me this idea!
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“This is day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”
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The sound of the leaves crunching under your feet filled the warm and crisp air as you trudged through the forest. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow through the air, which felt quite nice in comparison to the autumn warmth.
"So..Steve and Tony got in some kind of fight?" Bruce stuttered out, breaking the silence.
"Yep." You confirmed.
"And..the Avengers broke up? Like One Direction?"
"Yep."
“And then got back together?”
“Uh-huh.”
"And there are zombies now?"
"Seems like it." You sighed.
“And the Avengers are zombies, too?”
“Dr. Banner.” Okoye chided.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just—y’know, it’s—“
“Weird?” Peter Parker guessed, smiling softly. “Yeah. We know.”
You frowned at the kid’s statement. You, Bucky, and Peter were the only Avengers on Earth to not be affected. Or at least, to your knowledge.
“Go find the kid. We’re..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Tony had mumbled to you. Steve nodded, pursing his lips. 
“I’ll call Kate and Yelena,” Clint said, looking at Natasha. Wanda grasped Vision’s hand, looking up at him anxiously.
“Anyone know how to get in touch with Thor?” Steve looked up from his feet, arms crossed.
“That’s a negative, Captain Rogers.” Vision’s voice was smooth and neutral. “Mr. Odinson does not have a communication device to contact us.”
You gave Bucky’s right shoulder a friendly and comforting squeeze before you walked out of the room. You knew Peter’s address, you’d visited his apartment before with Tony. 
Before you knew it, Earth was basically gone. That was over a month ago. You’d quickly found fellow survivors and made somewhat of a team with them. Peter, Bucky, Okoye, some guy named Kurt, Sharon Carter, you, and John Walker. And now, Bruce Banner.
“We need to find a base,” Bucky said, just loud enough to be heard.
“Sergeant Barnes is correct.” Okoye agreed. “Nightfall is approaching.”
“Pete, where’s that camera thingy you recorded your video on?” You asked, looking back at him. He’d made a little movie on how to survive the apocalypse soon after you’d saved him from the hoard of zombies outside of his apartment. It was a cute video, though the circumstances weren’t exactly great, or even good. It would’ve made a good school project, though.
Part of it was about hygiene, and Bucky starred in that section, albeit unwillingly. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you could see the discomfort on his face when Peter showed you all the finished product. Bucky had been in the shower, rotated in a way where you luckily couldn’t see anything. He’d been ambushed by Peter and Kurt, the latter being lifted off the ground by his own neck, which had Bucky’s metal fingers wrapped around it. In private, Bucky had hinted that he was uncomfortable with the clip, and you’d gone to talk to Peter about it without saying anything.
You’d explained to him that ambushing anybody, but especially a Super Soldier—particularly a traumatized one who also happened to be a veteran—in the shower was not cool. Peter had apologized profusely, going back and removing the clip. You’d asked him not to say anything to Bucky, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t have wanted attention to be brought to it.
You could tell by the way Bucky’s eyes flicked to you when Peter showed the clip to Bruce that he’d noticed.
“Oh—uh—here.” He said, pulling the small camera from a pocket before tossing it to you. You caught it with ease. The apocalypse was no place for a lack of hand-eye coordination. You tucked it in the front pocket of your backpack.
“Won’t that thing run out of battery?” Bruce questioned, and you chuckled. “No. Peter and Stark made it a while back. It runs on an extremely tiny arc reactor. I’ve been keeping logs of every day—sometimes twice a day—since two days after the apocalypse started. So..yeah.” Sometimes others would make them, but none were as detailed or formal as yours.
“Jesus Christ," Bruce mumbled out. "Oh. I just realized--I haven't properly met most of you. I'm Bruce." He stuttered, picking at his fingernails.
"John Walker, Captain America." The annoying blonde spoke up. You were surprised he hadn't already shoved that fact down Bruce's throat yet. Normally, he wouldn't shut his mouth.
"I'm sorry--what?" Bruce looked at you, brows furrowed, wanting to see if you were agreeing or not.
"Turns out the government really doesn't like their favorite child going against 117 countries. So they gave the title--and a non-vibranium dupe of the shield--to this asshole." You explained, rolling your eyes.
"Right.." Bruce processed. John looked like he was going to say something, before Bucky shot him a glare, silencing him.
"I'm Sharon Carter. Former SHIELD agent." Sharon introduced herself, and Bruce smiled at her. Peter, Okoye, Kurt, and even Bucky introduced themselves, but you mainly focused on choosing where to go.
For some reason, you ended up being the 'leader' of the group. Maybe it was because you found everybody, maybe it was because you were the one who'd been an official Avenger the longest.
"Where are we going?" Bruce questioned. He'd followed you and the rest of the group into the woods.
"Well, the end goal is Wakanda. Right now, we're somewhere in New York. Phones don't work, and we come across maps every so often. Unfortunately, it's not like people posted map-selling stands in the middle of forests. Public spaces aren't the best places to be anymore." You spun around to look at everyone, walking backward.
"Wakanda may be the last human sanctuary on Earth." Okoye filled him in. "Our force fields would prevent the..undead from ever reaching our people."
"You sure did pick an odd time to visit the States," Bruce noted.
"I swore an oath. My king disappeared along with the Avengers." She replied.
"Right." Bruce exhaled.
"There should be an old Avengers safehouse up ahead. We stayed there after that one mission in February last year." You nudged Bucky with your shoulder as he caught up to you. He nodded slightly, chewing on his bottom lip.
"You okay?" You lowered your voice, trying to at least make the conversation slightly private. He glanced at you, before giving you the smallest of shrugs.
"Come on, it should only be a little farther." You called over your shoulder, beginning to pick up the pace. The sun was going to set soon, and night was not a time to potentially fight zombies.
You breathed out a sigh of relief when you could finally see the safehouse in the distance. It was a cabin in the middle of the woods, which made it a great place to stay in an apocalypse, at least for a little while.
"There's two bedrooms, two bathrooms." You announced. You put the code into the tiny pad by the door, before stepping inside.
You let out a sigh as you set your backpack on the floor against the couch. Everyone else followed suit, John and Peter sitting on opposite ends of the old couch.
Deciding to raid the pantry and see what you had, you rubbed your hands on your face. You'd risked it and went to a grocery store a few days ago, all of you filling your bags with as many non-perishable food items as you could.
"Okay, there's peanut butter, canned corn, some dried fruit, rice, bottled water, some trail mix packs, and canned..pineapple." You listed off. "And then whatever we're carrying."
"You wanna go through it all?" Sharon asked, and you shrugged. "Not really. I'm fucking exhausted." You held your forehead in your hand, closing your eyes.
"I can do it if you want." She offered, and you nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Sharon. I'm going to shower." You told her, opening your eyes and lifting your head up.
"You should take one of the beds. No offense, but you look like you need it." She smiles slightly, and you groan. "Wow, thanks. And I'll be fine. One of you should take it."
"Y/n, take the damn bed. Share if you want. But you're sleeping in a bed tonight." She decides, and you're too tired to argue with her. You accept your defeat and sigh. "Fine."
"Wonderful. You and Bucky can share that room. Okoye and I will take the other one, and Peter can take the couch. Kurt, Bruce, and Walker will be fine on the carpet." She assured.
“How’s your leg?” She’d injured herself yesterday, falling from the roof of a one-story building.
“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be fine. And don’t try and distract me. Go shower.” She smiled at the end. It reminded you of Natasha, in a way. You missed Natasha dearly.
"Okay." You agreed finally, taking out any food you had in your bag before taking it to the bathroom with you. You had a few outfits, just enough for maybe three or four days, and then a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You could stretch that to a week and a half if you felt clean enough to not wash your clothes.
You showered quickly before getting dressed in your shorts and tank top, walking into a bedroom.
Bucky sat on the bed, messing with his dog tags. His hair was wet.
“How was your shower?” You attempted to strike up a conversation. He shrugged in response, clearly tired.
“Did Sharon finish seeing what food we have?”
“Yeah.” He bit his lip, looking down at his hands. “Do you think he’s alive?”
You nearly asked who ‘he’ was, but after a second you figured it out. “I..don’t know, Bucky. But Steve’s strong. You and I both know that.”
He nodded, but it was clear that he wasn’t convinced. You pulled back the covers of the bed, before laying down.
“C’mere.” You said, the only light in the room was the tiny lamp that barely worked. You made room for him in your arms. Though you and Bucky weren’t anything more than friends, you’d gotten used to sleeping like this. It helped a little, in more ways than one. It helped him with his nightmares, and it helped with your anxiety.
He rested his head against your chest, draping his right arm over you.
The two of you fell asleep like that, comfortable in each other’s embrace.
Until Bucky started mumbling something, waking you up. “What the hell..” You grumbled before you realized what was happening. Right before he started screaming himself awake, you shook him.
His eyes flew open and he gasped, gripping your shoulders tightly. You waited for him to realize that he was safe and that the ‘danger’ was gone. His eyes began to water, though he tried to blink away the tears.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. Promise.” You reassured him. He let himself calm down, exhaling slowly.
“Good job. Do you..want to talk about it?”
He looked at you, unsure. “Not much to talk about.”
“I’ll always listen. You know that.”
“I wasn’t there for him.” He confessed, eyes watering again. “Steve. I didn’t..I couldn’t..” He reached for his face, wiping at his eyes.
“Bucky, none of that was your fault. None of this is your fault at all. You didn’t start the fucking apocalypse.” You began to rub soothing circles into his back.
“All I had to do was shoot.” He made eye contact with you. Your heart burned at the sight of his pink nose and teary eyes.
You didn’t really know what to say. In theory, you could say the perfect thing that comforts him immediately. But the truth is that whenever you’re actually in a situation like that, all of that stuff goes right out the window.
“Close your eyes. Okay? I know this stuff hurts, but you really do need rest.” Your mind went back to Natasha.
He nodded finally, closing his eyes. You did the same.
It was the smell of burning wood that woke you up.
You blinked yourself awake, eyes stinging from the smoke. You gasped, choking on air as you took in your surroundings. The room was on fire. You shook Bucky awake, and he took a second to register what was happening.
“Shit!” He exclaimed, kicking the blankets off the two of you.
Without thinking, he busted down the bedroom door, revealing the slightly less burning living room. Peter’s face was the first one you saw, and you raced to him. “We have to get out of here!” You screamed over the sound of rooms collapsing.
“There’s hordes of them out there!” He shouted back, clutching your arms.
“The Spider-Child is right!” Okoye called to you as she threw Sharon’s arm over her shoulder, supporting the blonde’s weight.
“Well, would you rather try and get out of here or would you like to burn to death?” John cut in. “I would rather not burn!” Kurt pointed out, and Bruce nodded beside him.
“Okay. Okay. Come on, we’re gonna bust through the side door. Are they surrounding the house?” You began to plan, though you were panicking on the inside.
“I don’t know. I only saw them from the front door.” Sharon wheezed.
“I hate those odds and I don’t think our chances are even decent, but there’s no other option. When I say go, race through that door!” You directed. Checking to make sure everybody was accounted for, you gave yourself a final nod of encouragement. John was able to get Sharon onto his back.
“Go!” You shrieked, making sure that you were the last one to bolt out.
“I see them!” Peter screamed.
“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” Bucky commanded, but they were only getting closer.
The sound of something crashing against the forest floor made you gasp.
“They can knock trees over?!” Peter kept glancing over his shoulder.
“They are getting a bit close!” Kurt yelled out. You looked over your shoulder, seeing John struggling to run with Sharon on his back. You stopped, and when Bucky began to slow down to see why, you put your hand on his back, guiding him forward. “Go.” You told him, as you went to help John.
“You can’t carry me and I can’t run,” Sharon said darkly. “John, put me down.”
The crowds of zombies chasing you were only catching up.
“Sharon, we’re not leaving you.” Your voice raised in pitch, anxiety settling in.
“Sharon.” John panted. “Come on, we gotta keep going.” He tried to stabilize her, to keep her still against his back, but she managed to break his hold on her.
“Sharon—stop! Stop, Sharon, please!” You begged, your eyes watering up.
“I can’t lose another friend. Come on, don’t be like this.” John grabbed her wrist, but she pulled away.
“Take them all to Wakanda for me, okay?” She asked, giving you a soft smile.
“Sharon!” You cried out as John gripped your wrist, keeping you from chasing after her as she staggered into the horde of undead.
“We could’ve..that—she didn’t have to—“ You gasped, beginning to hyperventilate. “Yeah, I know, but we have to keep going.” John’s hand remained wrapped around your wrist. It felt too tight. It hurt.
“Let go of me.” You said as you sprinted with him.
“There’s only more of them!” Bruce stressed, and you wondered how he didn’t get whiplash from looking around between you all so fast.
“Go right!” Bucky took charge, and everyone obeyed. You kept pace with Bucky, knowing that he was running slower on purpose. The serum enhances his speed, so there was no reason he couldn’t have just bolted and gotten to safety. You admired his loyalty.
Everyone—minus you and Bucky—made it away from the main group of zombies before a large tree fell. It was burning. The only thing that you’d noticed was burning was the house.
“Zombie enhanced. Not good!” Bruce shouted.
“What do we do?” Peter tried to find a solution. You took a deep breath.
“Run!”
“What?” John, Okoye, Bruce, and Kurt all looked back at you and Bucky.
“We’ll find another way! We’ll find you!” Bucky agreed.
Peter shook his head, mouth opened slightly like he was about to protest. You hoped that this didn’t fuck him up too bad. He already had enough trauma.
“Come on!” Okoye filled in the role of ‘leader’. She was a general, after all. She was born for this.
You turned to Bucky, grabbing his arm and trying to find a way around the zombies. “Move! Move! Move!” Your voice went higher in pitch every time you said it. You wove through clusters of them, though you were still in your pajamas.
You ran through the woods, but it was still dark out. The moon was the only thing keeping you from not being able to see anything at all, and you were thankful.
“How fast can they go?” You shrieked as they began to pick up the pace.
“Y/n, go! I’ll hold them off!” Bucky began to slow down.
“What? No!”
“Just go!” He stopped suddenly, and you tumbled to the ground, trying to do the same.
“No! Not without you!” You howled, and he accepted his defeat, racing back towards you and grabbing you as you stood up.
Not without you. I love you.
Bucky and you ran through the dark woods, breathing heavily, palms sweating. You managed to trip over a tree root, pulling Bucky down with you. Just your luck, you managed to trip at the top of a hill, and you rolled down it with Bucky. Dirt and dead leaves crunched under you and scratched at your legs and arms, pine needles getting stuck in your hair and in Bucky’s.
“Fucking hell..” You groaned as you stopped rolling.
“This is not as pleasant as those fall candles said it would be.” Bucky breathed, and you laughed. You’d shown him some fall candles in a store you were raiding, one being Rolling in Leaves.
“Yeah. I agree.” You choked out.
“Come on, we gotta find..” He trailed off.
“They’re long gone, Buck. We’ll..just have to meet them in Wakanda.” You stood, helping him up.
“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” You said after a moment of walking. “What?” Bucky looked at you, not knowing what you were talking about. “That sacrifice bullshit.” You clarified. “Never fucking again.”
“Okay.” He said blankly.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” He made direct eye contact with you as he said it.
“Good. We should find somewhere to stay for the night. I’m exhausted.”
The two of you walked for maybe an hour more or so before Bucky pointed something out in the distance. “There. Those are caves.”
You looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, they were caves.
Another hour later and you’d been able to sort through the bags and see what you had. Bucky had been smart and saved the bags from the fire.
“Why do you care? About..my life?” He broke the silence.
“Why would I not?” He shrugged in response. “Because you’re one of the only people I have left. And..I care about you, Bucky. A hell of a lot.”
“I care about you too.” He breathed, and it was clear he meant it. His gaze drifted down, towards your lips. He cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes shifting elsewhere.
“Bucky—“
“Kiss me.”
“I—what?”
“I want you..to kiss me.” The former Winter Soldier, one of the few Super Soldiers on the planet, wanted to kiss you. And who were you to say no? You felt the same way.
You leaned it at the same time, your lips against his, both of your hearts beating faster than they ever have before.
The kiss ended when you pressed your forehead to his. Bucky’s fingers tangled with yours, your knees pressed against his.
“If I have to be with anyone in this situation, I’m glad it’s you.” You whispered.
“Me too.”
“Wait a second. Can you check the front pocket of my bag and see if the little camera thing is in there?” You asked him, and he nodded, reaching over to open the front pocket of your backpack. He handed you the small device. Maybe it was weird to end a moment like that with asking for a camera, but you needed to be sure.
“Think it survived the fall?” He questioned.
“Let’s find out. If it does, maybe we can use the parts to make some kind of communication device. Maybe we can contact someone in Wakanda with it.” You pressed record. A small little light came on off the side of the camera, and you grinned. “It works.”
Now that you were recording, you realized that you might as well film your log.
“The safe house burned down. We got split up from the group. Sharon..Sharon’s gone.” You said grimly. “We have no contact with the rest of the group, and no way of knowing if they’re alive or not.” You spoke to the camera, eyes never really staying focused on one thing for more than a minute.
“This is day..forty-nine?” You glanced at Bucky, who was nodding. “Forty-nine. Day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”
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Bucky x Reader: Wakanda
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Let's face the fact that Wakanda Bucky is a dandere. He's soft and shy, and basically blushes if you talk to him
You'd be: A) This Wakandan person, whether native or adopted by SoMeOne, or B) You're this CIA agent who gets to tag along with Ross during the Wakanda-opens-up-to-the-world thing
cough cough that's the best thing to do with an OC shipped with Bucky cough cough
You're anyhow amazed at the place. It's not every day you see friendly rhinos, a black panther, a genius princess, and female warriors with Starbucks cups
I also headcanon that Okoye almost quit the Dora unless T'Challa made a Starbucks in Wakanda
And Bucky is on the list of amazing things
The first time he saw you, he was pretty sure he was hallucinating or something, you looked...different than the Wakandans he met
Shuri is the first one to catch one, you guys
"Oh! Y/n! Meet Bucky! He's this brainwashed ass-"
"Shuri!" He gets really flustered
"Y/n Y/n/l, work at CIA"
He vaguely might recall you from the area
"Pleased to meet you...Y/n"
He doesn't realize it's a crush till Steve and Natasha and Sam visit, they immediately start teasing (Nat and Sam) laughing randomly (Sam), and giving advice (Steve and Nat)
He shows up with small excuses like 'Um...Zazu the guy from the coffee shop said you missed the coffee break, and I got it for you' and 'Shuri said you have to go back to the lab...you want me to come with you?'
It's adorable
But one night you accidentally hear him while having a nightmare, you were walking outside peacefully. And you heard him, of course, you're a good person. So you went over and woke him up.
And of course, Bucky is god damned embarrassed, and he doesn't sleep with his arm and shirt on.
But you're more worried about him than the arm and the shirt, you ask him a bunch of questions
"Are you okay Bucky?"
"Yeah...I'm fine, I'm fine"
As you start to leave the blurts out if you could stay with him. Which makes you stop in your tracks. He curses himself for talking and tries to apologize.
But you accept to his surprise. Why wouldn't you?
He doesn't have to wake up all night. Best sleep ever, and you KINDA cuddle.
It would be an awesome moment to just...say you both really like each other
It slips away
But! He does come to you when he has nightmares, and you come to him with problems. Ending up spending so much time together.
He can't ask you out, not now, he's afraid of scaring you away, you're his whole world.
But you LOVE him, not like him.
Bucky and you start getting closer, hugs get a bit more common, and he actualy kisses you one time, on the forehead, a surprise for both
Shuri literally is going to die, she's gonna resort to stalking
"JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO!"
"But Shuri, we do."
"WAHTTT-"
"Platonically Shuri."
Also, headcanon that Ramonda adopted Bucky
At this point, every single person in Wakanda ships you two, even the goats seem determined to push you two tougher, literally.
"Which was this ass?"
"Uh...I think it's Rumlow...?"
"You named a goat after a HYDRA agent??"
"Rumlow was the first jerk I thought of."
Finally, he asked you out. T'Challa threw a massive party in the palace, Bucky steered away and bumped into you on the top floor of the palace you looked...amazing, as you always did though
So, he manages to get himself together before talking to you
He's still shy, and he's probably gonna ramble for a bit before getting to the point.
"I really like you- Actually...I think...I love you..."
Your brain takes a minute to process it, and he's already apologizing
"I mean, you really don't have to do anything, I just had to put it out there an-"
"It's okay. Cause...I love you too."
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missvelvetsstuff · 8 months
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The Wrong One
Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Reader meets Steve while hes on the run and stands by him thru thick or thin. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.
3. Wakanda
In Wakanda, Y/N was happy to finally meet Bucky, who Steve had told her so much about, not to mention he was her high school crush. She was quickly introduced to the Royal family before Steve gave her a quick kiss and disappeared with the rest of the heroes. Queen Ramonda was very gracious showing her to a room in the palace and giving her some clothes to change into after getting cleaned up.
Once she was cleaned up she waited in her room for, anything. Watching videos on her phone of Iron Man and some people she didn't recognize, fighting aliens. In NYC. Again.
She realized how serious this threat was and couldn't just sit in the room and wait. She wandered around trying to find any news of the fight before she heard a huge ruckus and ran towards it without thinking. By the time she saw the hole in the wall and went through it the room was empty, Windows smashed. She had a great view and could see the fight from above.
Y/N couldn't tell who, if anyone, was winning when the aliens suddenly withdrew, the fighting stopped and she breathed a sigh of relief until she saw people disappearing, turning to dust all over the battlefield.
Her heart seized and her legs folded under her until she hit the floor. "Steve" she whispered and broke into heart wrenching sobs until she felt like she ran out of tears.
Y/N wiped her face and crawled to a chair then pulled herself up. She looked around and couldn't see anyone, it was all too still. She went back to the hallway and turned in the direction she thought her room was, walking slowly with one hand on the wall. She kept moving until she ran into one of the Dora Milaje, who stopped and looked at her in confusion.
Y/N struggled to speak "Okoye, right? I, I'm with Steve Rogers."
The woman nodded so she continued
"I'm Y/N, I'm Captain America's girlfriend. Do, do you know if he's alright?"
The woman nodded "They are in the throne room. Follow me."
Y/N followed her, getting even more turned around, until they came to a pair of ornate double doors. The woman opened them and Y/N saw an ornately decorated room with a number of people. Some were crying, others arguing. Steve and Natasha were both staring out the window looking defeated.
"Steve!" She half shouted before running into his arms.
Steve pulled her to him so tight it was almost crushing and held in his sobs of relief. After a few minutes he pulled back and looked her over with eyes full of tears "You're still here! Oh god, you're ok, aren't you?" He wiped the tears off of her face and kissed her desperately.
When he pulled away he looked at her sadly "Bucky, Bucky, he's" and hugged her again, crying into her shoulder. "He's gone."
She held him close, rubbing his back gently, whispering words of encouragement that she knew were meaningless. So many people had simply disappeared, she didn't know how they would be ok but she swore she would find a way.
That night there was a ceremonial mourning dinner, hosted by Queen Ramonda. It was very somber, too many lost to be anything else. Most wakes include some laughter through the tears as those who were lost are remembered but with so many gone, no one in attendance was able to find any joy in their memories.
Steve barely ate and kept Y/N as close as possible, afraid that she might disappear as well. She did everything she could think of to get him to at least eat a little and didn't leave his side all night.
When they went to bed, Steve couldn't hold back, he needed her. Ripping her clothes off he pushed her into the wall of their room, touching and kissing her everywhere he could reach. Trying to convince himself that she was really there and that he hadn't lost her too. He went from soft and gentle to rougher and dominant, like he was trying to claim her, permanently imprint himself onto her.
In the morning, Steve was up and went for his run before Y/N even started to wake up. She heard her phone buzzing and groaned and rolled over without even trying to reach it. Her body felt like she had been hit by a truck, or a super soldier who was trying to work out some of his grief. She had bruises around her neck, on her upper arms, ass and thighs. Then there was the ache between her legs. That good, kinda sore, that got laid real good last night kinda sore. She wasn't complaining, she felt the weight of the loss and would do anything to help him.
As Y/N stretched and sat up, she realized her phone had buzzed, meaning someone tried to get in touch with her. Private caller and they didn't leave a message, she groaned "Not my problem."
Steve came back and joined her in the shower, fucking her against the wall. It stung and she didn't get off like usual but he cried on her shoulder when he first entered the shower and she couldn't tell him no.
They met everyone else at breakfast which was a huge buffet and even though there was a good sized group of people, few had any real appetite.
Natasha finished eating. "After we're done eating we need to get back to NY. There has to be some way to fix this. In the meantime people will need help dealing with our new reality and sociopaths still lurk."
She looked at Y/N "You're welcome to come stay at the compound, plenty of space. We'll be there to help you if there are any legal issues."
Y/N nodded. "That would be great, I don't have any family to look up or anywhere to stay."
Nat looked to Steve "I spoke with Ross, he's willing to talk pardons with the president and the Accords are trash."
Steve sighed "I suppose that's something. We can go home at least."
Chapter 4
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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BC (1) - Meet the good girl
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Summary: You meet two cocky men. Biker. How can you not fall for them?
Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Biker!Bucky Barnes
Characters: Ayo, Okoye, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: none so far
A/N: I decided to turn this one into a collection of drabbles about Biker!Stucky and our reader.
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“Nice bike,” Ayo swoons as another biker slows his bike down to park next to his friends. “I bet it costs more than my car.”
“What is that guy doing? Why is he pointing two fingers at me?” you cock your head as a brunette biker points two gloved fingers at you. “Did you see?”
He smirks while running his fingers through his short strands as you talk to your friends.
“He’s hot,” Ayo hums to herself. She’s not talking about the guy looking in your direction. She points at an even bigger man, with long blonde locks. “Uh-look at the other one.”
“Ayo, stop staring at them,” crossing your arms over your chest you huff. “I don’t think you want to get involved with a biker. Those men are dangerous, and you don’t know if they are involved in crimes or stuff.”
“Just look at him,” you roll your eyes as Okoye agrees with Ayo. “Yeah, take that leather jacket off. Show off your muscles, babe.”
“Okoye, stop,” she snickers. “We don’t know these men.”
The guy points two fingers at you again. He chuckles as you stare in his direction. “Do you think he’s flirting with me?”
“Maybe,” Ayo says. “Go over there and ask him.”
“No way,” you huff. “If he wants to flirt with me, he should come over here. Pointing two fingers at a woman won’t make her fall for you.”
“Ladies,” you squeak as a tall blonde suddenly stands next to you. He points two fingers at the brunette, laughing as the biker gives him a wink, “sorry but that cocky guy greeted me. He didn’t want to scare you, doll.”
You look up at the tall biker. He’s running two gloved fingers over his thick beard, humming as you huff next to him. “I wasn’t scared. I just didn’t understand why he was pointing his fingers at me.”
“That’s how we greet each other,” the blonde explains. “Especially when we drive past a fellow biker. Bucky just likes to mess with me.” He chuckles loudly. “That man will make me lose my mind one day.”
“He’s your man,” Okoye sighs deeply. “What about the guy next to him? You know, the sexy man candy.”
“Sam? He’s single for a few months,” the blonde shrugs. “If you want to, I can introduce you to my club. What about you, doll?”
His eyes search yours. “I’m good over here. If my friends want to talk to your gang, it’s fine by me.”
“Y/N don’t be such a spoilsport,” Ayo teases. “I’ll go over there and say hi to that tall blonde hunk. Okoye, you are coming?”
“Count me in. Y/N, come on. You need to loosen up for once. No one can always be the good girl," your friends make their way toward the little group of bikers while you are glued to the spot. 
“Don’t you want to get to know Bucky?” the blonde still stands next to you.
“Good girls don’t do biker,” you snap back at the biker. “I think you should leave me alone.”
“Doll,” he dips his head to purr in your ear, “Don’t you know. Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught yet. What do you say? Let me introduce you to Bucky. You know, he has a thing for good girls. He loves to ruin them.”
You whimper as the brunette walks toward you and the blonde.
“What?” you choke out while staring up at the tall blonde biker.
“We both do…”
>> Part 2
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kissingmilfs · 1 year
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✏️book club: bells and whistles au 📚
cw: pet play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation (kinda), cockwarming, overstimulation, mention of alcohol, slight violence, degrading, brief mommy kink
a/n: switched a lot between referring to reader solely in third person (buttercup, she/ her + they/them pronouns) or in second person (you). so a warning <3
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wanda maximoff x reader
other characters mentioned/interacted with: natasha romanoff, valkeyrie, okoye, kate bishop, monica rambeau, agatha harkness
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wanda planned this day weeks in advanced. the book store is closed on sunday’s and once a month, she holds a special book club. it´s not entirely too different from any other book club. they pick a book for the month then meet the last sunday of the month to discuss. there’s snacks, tea, and some of wanda’s treasured companions. the only key difference about book club is wanda can freely discuss all matters pertaining buttercup. some of her friends have pets of their own, all various levels of ownership. both buttercup and wanda feel most comfortable engaging in the full extent of their relationship around wanda’s book club. the ladies of the book club are more than fond of wanda’s kitten. you receive your fair share of attention, pets and treats. there’s always someone willing to dote over you. most times wanda allows, as long, as people are respectful and appropriate.
buttercup was in a particularly antsy mood of all days. wanda hadn’t anticipate having a hard time today. but honestly…she can never predict what type of mood you’ll set on for the day. it started first with your clothes. wanda picked your outfit for the day, laid out perfectly on the bed. she does it every morning—it’s part of buttercup’s routine. immediately, you decided against the outfit. wanda walked in on buttercup halfway dressed in a completely different ensemble. she desperately wanted to lash out and force you into the outfit. but her plans for the day were enough punishment as is. plus butercup’s reluctance meant wanda presented you with only two options.
wearing the outfit or you’d be naked for the entirety of book club. you decided to test wanda today. she couldn’t be serious, right? would wanda have her most prized possession on display for all her friends? buttercup refused to believe wanda would treat her with such little care. wanda already knew which option buttercup would pick — thinking wanda would not follow through.
wanda’s words rung true and so did the instant regret for buttercup. wanda made you a comfy bed by the front door. only wearing the pretty pink collar with wanda’s initials engraved on the heart pendant. she originally only intended on making buttercup cockwarm a dildo for the entire book club meeting. but wanda’s a little upset with her kitten and intends to further extend the humiliation. buttercup’s entire body heats up the closer it is for bookclub. wanda’s last minute punishment, she decided to position a vibrator — on the lowest setting — pressed directly on buttercup’s clit. she instructed buttercup not to move, no noises and no begging the guests for attention. wanda’s positive buttercup will fail in some way. buttercup’s surprised wanda never mentioned not coming. though with the lowest vibrational setting, both wanda and buttercup know, it’ll take her a frustratingly long time to cum.
another detail buttercup could not see is right above their head, wanda printed out a sign, “Property of Wanda Maximoff. No touching today.” wanda knows her buttercup a bit too well. with your head cloudy from arousal and embarrassment, you’d rope some sucker into giving you attention. monica couldn’t make it today. wanda didn’t have to worry about her and her soft spot. natasha tends to mock you more than dote on you, leaving you even more frustrated. though, wanda might keep an eye out. she’s caught natasha on multiple occasions—letting you rut away on her boot. even when she’s explicitly told you, you’re not allowed to bother nat.
okoye mostly spoils you with treats. wanda’s comfortable with you being fed today. agatha’s, well, agatha. sometimes a wild card, but wanda can trust her to heed the sign. agatha likes messing with you. agatha refuses to spoil buttercup like the others do. agatha prefers reminding buttercup of her place. the only two people wanda’s suspicious of today are kate and val. kate, completely harmless, but gosh is she obsessed with buttercup. wanda’s guaranteed, at least, one text a day from kate about “the baby.” kate’s main focus throughout book club is normally finding you and making you sit next to her. with val, wanda can never tell.
sometimes val can behave. on another day, val is chaos in human form. regardless, wanda’s prepared for either of them. the penalty for touching you is a three month ban from book club.
wanda’s guests start trickling in. they open the front door and greeted by your flustered form along with sign above your head. you’re too out of it to notice people pausing to read the sign either. you flash everyone the biggest pout with saddened yet lustful eyes. but no one seems to care about you. natasha laughed after she read wanda’s sign. she never likes getting on the woman’s bad side though.
natasha returns buttercup’s fake pout. ���im sorry, buttercup. i’d love to play with you. but book club starts soon.”
you’re devastated by nat’s words—emotions heightened by your vulnerable state. your fingers clutch the blanket covering your thighs, holding back tears. natasha, instead, peels the blanket off of you. gasping, natasha shakes her head at how you’ve completely soaked your kitty bed. she leaves you even more uncovered for everyone to see. you desperately wish you could reach out for her, wrapping yourself around her leg, and begging her for quick relief. you might have done it. if wanda weren’t watching every last second of the interaction. wanda’s eyes never left buttercup. every time someone entered the bookstore, wanda made sure they followed her rules. it would teach buttercup and everyone else a lesson. at the end of the day, buttercup belongs to wanda.
wanda thought, maybe, kate successfully keeping her hands to herself and not falling for any of buttercup’s tricks was a good omen. she even gave kate a sympathetic pat on the back. her younger friend felt dismayed leaving you all by yourself. not peppering your face with kisses ruined her mood. she sulked for the most of book club, casting you sad looks every few minutes. but wanda should have known. she should have known kate wouldn’t be the issue. no, it would be the person that’s always ten minutes late. always reeking of a bottle of jameson and some woman’s perfume.
val disregards the sign above you and squats to your eye level. a hazy smile flashes on your face. she’s the first person you’ve gotten a proper look at. one of val’s handsome and dashing smile is plastered all over her face. it reeks of trouble. but you don’t care. maybe she’ll give you what you want. you don’t bother uttering a word — there’s no way you can formulate a coherent thought. val cups your cheek, immediately you’re leaning into her touch for more.
“wanda must be keeping you here long, buttercup. you smell…deliciously sinful. i can smell how needy you are. wanna play a little game, kitten?” you barely nod your head in response, but val knows. “my guess is mommy cuts off my fingers.”
you’re not sure what she means yet her hand’s in your hair and tugging your head back. something flashes in her eyes before she sinks her teeth into your neck. the pressure feels too utterly good. it makes you even needier. somehow wanda’s instructions leave at the same moment. somehow your hips start moving on their own. rocking back and forth on the toy, grinding your clit into the vibrator. somehow your hands reach out for val, silently begging for more. you’re not even sure what more means. val chuckles against your skin and within two seconds wanda’s pushing her off of you.
you’re in such a state of shock. wanda’s hurling some pretty nasty insults towards val. most of them pertaining to val’s drinking habits. not that val seems to mind much—she’s used to gorgeous woman yelling at her. val salutes wanda once the woman finishes and tells her she’s banned until further notice. the three month ban extends longer, until wanda’s blood doesn’t boil at the thought of val attempting to mark you.
once val leaves the bookstore, wanda focuses her attention on buttercup. some of buttercup’s senses has returned, promptly stopping the rocking of her hips. you’ve done a lot of stupid things before, but this might take the cake. wanda’s hardened stare definitely shouldn’t be turning you on. but she can see you squeezing your legs shut. “you’re a pathetic slut. maybe i should throw you out on the streets. you’ll survive if you keep offering your cunt to any random person.”
the thought alone leaves your lips quivering with fear. but you don’t dare say anything. wanda loops her finger into your collar, forcing you to keep eye contact with her. “do i need to brand your silly little cunt, so you have a constant reminder of who you belong to? hm? would that help your dumb little brain remember? or maybe i should let you live with agatha for a bit? she’s house broken a few pets.” you immediately shake your head, no. overhearing how agatha trains and treats her pets puts fear in you.
“i thought so, buttercup. too bad you’re not the one in charge. mommy can do whatever she wants.” wanda emphasizes the point by kicking you in the stomach. the pain shatters throughout your whole body. flopping down on your kitty bed, you let out a sob of pain. it’s music to wanda’s ears. wanda makes you crawl into the center of the circle with all her friends. she made you kneel there until the meeting was done, never once acknowledging your presence again.
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silver-pieces · 2 years
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Marvel Girlfriend May!
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Pairing: mcu!women x reader (both gn! and fem!)
Synopsis: One Marvel girlfriend for each day of the month of May!
Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, general warnings for smut, angst, fluff, content will vary so please read the individual warnings!
A/N: I don’t know where this idea came from, but here we are!
Starting with May Parker and ending with Melinda May, I will write and post a drabble for a different marvel woman for each day.
Please feel free to tag me in your mcu!women x reader stories - even if we’ve never interacted before, I’d love to read and reblog any mcu!women x reader stories that come my way!
Divider ❊ Guidelines ❊ Masterlist ❊ Taglist
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1. May Parker ~ a friendly neighbour ~ 2.1k
2. Wanda ~ you will beg ~ 4.3k
3. Sersi ~ firelight tryst ~ 405
4. Kate Bishop ~ purity curbs my tongue ~ 890
5. Maria Hill ~ sleight of hand ~ 1k
6. Claire Temple ~ tunnel of you ~ 1.4k
7. Natasha Romanoff ~ you could do better ~ 3k
8. Sarah Wilson ~ my best friend’s sister ~ 940
9. Okoye ~ these abundant skies ~ 677
10. Sif ~ bathed in light ~ 868
11. Ravonna Renslayer ~ again ~ 461
12. Jemma Simmons ~ a cute dress ~ 593
13. Misty Knight ~ onto you ~ 2.6k
14. Carol Danvers ~ divine gifts ~ 1.2k
15. Nakia ~ fresh water ~ 2.1k
16. Jessica Jones ~ burn eventually ~ 1.6k
17. Makkari ~ blue ~ 588
18. Bobbi Morse ~ who’s your daddy? ~ 493
19. Karen Page ~ kiss me? ~ 554
20. In progress
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sunandsstars · 10 months
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THE AVENGERS
Steve Rogers ‘Captain America’
Tony Stark ‘Iron Man’
Natasha Romanoff ‘Black Widow’
Clint Barton ‘Hawkeye’
Bruce Banner ‘Hulk’
Thor ‘God of Thunder’
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GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY
Peter Quill ‘Star-Lord’
Gamora
Mantis
Nebula
Adam Warlock
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WAKANDA FOREVER
T’Challa ‘Black Panther’
Erik Killmonger ‘N’Jadaka’
Shuri
Nakia Shauku
Okoye ‘Midnight Angel’
M’Baku
Namor ‘K’uk’ulkan’
Namora
Attuma
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SPIDER-VERSE
Miles Morales ‘1610’
Gwen Stacy ‘Ghost-Spider’
Peter B Parker
Miguel O’Hara ‘2099’
Hobie Brown ‘Spider-Punk’
Peter Parker ‘Spider-Noir’
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ETERNALS
Ajak
Ikaris
Sersi
Thena
Druig
Makkari
Kingo
Gilgamesh
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X-MEN
Charles Xavier ‘Professor X’
Raven Darkhölme ‘Mystique’
Erik Lehnsherr ‘Magneto’
James Howlett ‘Wolverine’
Jean Grey ‘Phoenix’
Scott Summers ‘Cyclops’
Ororo Munroe ‘Storm’
Peter Maximoff ‘Quicksilver’
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EXTRAS
Loki ‘God of Mischief’
Valkyrie
Wanda Maximoff ‘Scarlett Witch’
Pietro Maximoff ‘Quicksilver’
Bucky Barnes ‘Winter Soldier’
Scott Lang ‘Ant-Man’
Stephen Strange ‘Doctor Strange’
Kate Bishop ‘Hawkeye’
Peter Parker ‘Spider-Man’
Yelena Belova ‘Crimson Widow’
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doasyoudesireandlive · 11 months
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Found
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers (set in the beginning of endgame)
Summary: after five years of feeling lost, Natasha wants to be found.
word count: 450ish
warnings: angst, fluff, possessiveness, sad Nat, supportive Steve, happy ending.
authors note: This is my take on Jen (@late-to-the-party-81) Challenge Yourself - challenge! Thank you, Jen - I hope I did it justice!
(english is not my first language, so im sure there will be mistakes!)
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Natasha looks at Nebula, Rocket, Okoye, Carol and Rhodes.
"All right. Uh well…This channel's always active. so, if anything goes sideways…anyone's making trouble where they shouldn't…comes through me."
Everyone nods in agreement and the video call ends, making the holographic figures disappear. 
Natasha slumps down in the chair, the sadness and the desperation washing over her. She, the expert assassin, felt lost at sea. Hopeless, abandoned, alone. 
Hiding her face in her hands, eyes welling up with tears. 
"You ok?" Steve's voice is soft and mellow. Natasha quickly straightens up and try to blink the tears away.
"You here to do laundry?" Natasha tries to sound mocking, but the tremble in her voice gives her away. 
"And to visit a friend" Steve walks towards her, sitting down in the opposite facing chair. 
They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes. The only sound heard is their own breathing and the slight humming of electronics. 
"You know, you don't have to hide from me, Nat." Steves voice breaks the silence. Eyes blue as the summer sky meets Natashas green ones. 
"Yeah… I know" a faint smirk ghosts over Natashas lips. She clears her throat and looks down, hiding her sadness once again. 
A warm, big hand cups her cheek. Steve slowly tilts her head up, until they are facing each other completely. He's closer now, faces only inches apart. 
"Stop. Hiding. From. Me." The dominance and tenderness in his voice makes the redhead shiver. 
Reaching out her hand, she places it on his chest. 
"How could I ever hide? You always seem to find me" 
Natasha can feel Steve's heart speed up under the palm of her hand. Steve's eyes flicker back and forth between her eyes and her lips. 
Natashas eyes once again wells up with tears. "Please Steve, find me." 
The words are barely a whisper.
Steve wastes no time, crashing his lips against Natashas. There is no room for softness, or any kind of gentleness. It's raw. Two bleeding hearts, beating as one. 
For just one moment they forget. They forget about everything and everyone. Just for once, their only focus is each other. 
Steve takes Natasha into his arms, the gentle touch welcomed like rain in a draught. 
Pouring all his love into the kisses and touches, Steve wants Natasha to know. To know that he loves her. That she deserves better. That he wants her to be his. 
"Mine". 
Natasha pulls back, looking at Steve with shock in her eyes. Steve looks right back at her, pulling her back.
"Mine" - he's louder this time.
Natasha feels her heart beating fast, threatening to jump right out of her chest. 
Silence.
A breath. 
"Yours."
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dividers by @saradika
moodboard/header by me.
taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81
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