#while nat is just sitting there so fucking tired just like

[buckyalpine]

TW: drugging, sa, Bucky x protective reader

I’m in a whumpy angsty mood where I want everyone, I mean EVERYONE to be protective and caring over Bucky, taking care of him and making sure he’s okay.  

TW: Sexual assault (not reader), drugging

Bucky takes a sip of his drink and immediately knows something isn’t right. He doesn’t get drunk, he can’t. So why did his entire body suddenly feel lax and his vision hazy. He blinks a few times, trying to focus but it only makes everything worse, his skin feeling warm. 

“Doll?” He tries to get up and look for you, only to stumble as he gets out of the chair. The rest of what happens in a blur when a pair of soft hands help steady him. 

-

“Has anyone seen Bucky?” You come around to the lounge area in search of your favorite super soldier, surprised when he wasn’t sitting with the rest of the team either. 

“Thought he was with you” Steve looked confused while Sam smirked; everyone knew the way Bucky trailed behind you like a lost puppy, so it was strange that you of all people, didn’t know where he was...

“Last I saw him was....he’s gone” Nat frowned, seeing the bar stool not only empty but also knocked over. 

“Where could he be” You scanned the room once more, feeling uneasy when you still couldn't find him. “Let me go check his room” You decided to make your way up to the elevator while Nat followed just to be safe, the both of you surprised to see the door slightly ajar. 

“No” 

The muffled sound coming from his room made your heart race faster, his strained voice barely audible. 

“Please, no” 

You saw red, striding over to his room, bursting through the door, gasping when you saw a woman straddled on top of him, her hands working at the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes grew wide, yelping when you ripped her off him, throwing her to the floor. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You spat, punching her across the jaw, your knuckles connecting with her teeth causing your skin to split while she cried out.  

“Well-well he wanted me too!” The woman spat causing another surge of anger to flow through you, lunging for her again. 

You were ready to tear her to shreds but a soft whimper pulled you out of your rage. You turned to see Bucky’s tear streaked face, waiting for you to hold him. Nat nodded for you to go to him, grabbing he woman by the hair, covering her mouth from screaming too much, not wanting to stress Bucky more. 

“Don’t make a sound” Nat hissed in her ear, pinching a nerve to keep her still while calling for he rest of the team to come up. 

“Doll” Bucky clung onto you like a small child, still struggling to understand what was going on, all he knew was that he was safe again when you protecting him. 

“Bucky, I’m here baby, it’s okay, I got you” you cooed, holding him tightly, covering him with the sheets, your heart breaking over his vulnerable state. He shook his head in confusion, while you stroked soft circles on his back to calm him. 

“Is he okay?” Nat tightened her grip around the woman while you blinked back tears, soothing Bucky. 

“What the hells going on” Tony frowned, approaching the room with Steve and Sam in tow after seeing Nat’s text message. 

“She drugged him. Tried to have her way with him” Nat snarled while Steve’s jaw clenched at the sight of he woman who nearly rolled her eyes while his best friend was in distress. He held back from doing something he'd regret, mumbling something to Nat before coming over to Bucky. Bucky stayed hidden in your comfort, whining whenever you shifted, terrified you’d leave him, needing you more than ever.  

“Stay with me?” He pleaded softly, still feeling so out of control, his head spinning, the touch of the other woman still burning his skin. “Don’t want her, want you”

“I know baby, it’s me, don’t worry, not going anywhere” you whispered, kissing his forehead as he relaxed slightly, closing his eyes. “Stay awake for me though Bucky, alright? I need you to stay up”  

“But m’so tired” Bucky slurred, his eyes growing heavy once again, your hand gently patting his cheek to keep him from sleeping. 

“I know baby” You continued to rock him while he struggled to keep his eyes open. 

“You’re gonna kick her ass for all of us, right?” Sam whispered to Nat, the redhead silently nodding, already planning on ripping the woman apart as she dragged her away. 

“Buck, you alright?” Steve spoke softly, his eyes filling with tears at the small nod Bucky mustered. Sam joined his side, gently squeezing Bucky’s shoulder. 

“We’re here for you, okay? Just stay awake for us Buck” 

Bucky let out a muffled hum, his body still running hotter than usual, making it harder for him to stay awake. 

“Sam, get him some water please” You whispered while he nodded, running off to grab some, coming back seconds later. You brought the glass to his lips, helping him drink before setting it aside. “Baby, can I take this off? I’ll help you feel better” Bucky let you take off the rest of his shirt, everyone leaving the room so you could help him with the rest of his clothes, covering him back up in your arms once he was just in his briefs. 

Tony brought over his suit to run a quick rest over the drugs that were now in his system using a needle to get a sample of blood to scan. 

“Its okay, it’ll be quick terminator, I promise” Tony whispered, doing his best to only take a tiny amount not stressing him more, so he could get an immediate reading on what Bucky had been given, breathing a sigh of relief when it wasn’t anything that would cause major harm or damage. “Standard narcotics. Just a fuck ton though. It’ll be out of his system without an issue but stay with him” 

You nodded, carefully monitoring Bucky until he was less groggy and disoriented, the both of you still wrapped up in the sheets. He blinked at the sight of your slightly bloodied hand, kissing your palm before pressing it against his cheek. 

“Are you okay baby” you whispered against his hair while he continued to nuzzle into you, not wanting to leave your warmth. 

“You protected me” He whispered, burying himself further into your hold, finally being able to fall asleep now that enough time had passed. “My angel” 

“I’ll always protect you my love” you whispered, holding him tighter as he closed his eyes, “Always” 

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[thewulf]

A Little Jealous || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - I was hoping if I could get one with Jake Seresin x reader where they're very close to each other and flirt with each other all day and makes everyone sick with their shenanigans but they secretly pine for each other... Read Rest Here

A/N: Good old miscommunication trope :) I love writing Jake. Keep on sending these amazing requests in and lmk what you think below! TY for the request @stuffingbuttsandshit

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.3k +

“You’re being dumb, and you know it.” Natasha rolled her eyes before turning back to the traffic light the two of you were stopped at, heading towards the Hard Deck. Your usual Friday night hangout spot after yet another grueling training session with Maverick. He was kicking all of your sorry asses right into shape.

Leaning back into the seat you refused to look at her instead keeping your eyes trained out the window, “He doesn’t like me like that. He’s not a relationship guy Nat. He’s said it a hundred damn times. Why would I be any different?” Sighing in frustration Nat noticed you toying with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit she picked up on after only you for a short while.

“Because you’re you? He told me yesterday how much he likes you.” She sighed in annoyance as she kept her eyes on the road even though she wanted to slap some sense into you. She often had to restrain herself from quite literally beating you up sometimes.

“As a friend! He likes me as a friend you doofus.” You added on knowing he couldn’t possibly return the feelings you had for him.

She scoffed while very visibly rolling her eyes at you, “Can’t believe you called me a doofus you dork.” She sighed before letting you continue the conversation, “Listen, all the two of you do is flirt. He’s constantly staring at you when you aren’t eye fucking him right on back. I haven’t seen two people get along so easily before in this line of work. Might as well embrace what you have while you have a chance.”

“Whatever. I’ll talk to him tonight.” You didn’t want to admit defeat, but you were growing rather tired of going back and forth with her on it. If there was one thing she was it was adamant, and this was the only way to get her to be quiet about it.

Her eyes lit up almost as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing from your mouth, “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah. If it comes up naturally I will.” You nodded your head thankful she was pulling into the bar already. There was a reason everybody from base went here after work, it was close. And you couldn’t be more thankful to be out of the car away from her prying eyes.

She shut the car off turning back to you, “Good enough for me. Now go in there and get your man.” She smirked knowing it’d set you off. She was right of course.

“Not my man.” You grumbled before happily hopping out of her car that was suffocating with her pressing you on the topic of Lieutenant Jake Seresin.

Of course, you’d love to take the next step with him. You practically threw yourself at the guy every time you hung out with him. But he never seemed to take your advances for what they were. Maybe you weren’t forward enough? Or maybe he just wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. You shuddered at that thought. He’d eventually be a relationship kind of guy. When he wanted to be. Why couldn’t it be with you?

When you walked through the front door and over to your usual spot you didn’t spot him right away. Instead, you spotted Bob and Rooster in the corner chatting away about something intently. Sitting down next to them you waited for their conversation to conclude before interrupting them.

“Hey Y/N.” Bob acknowledged you after a minute. You didn’t mind. Your eyes were busy scanning for Jake. Much to your annoyance you didn’t see him. Was he not here yet? That’d be off, he always beat you to the bar. Always saved a seat for you.

“Hey guys.” You nodded at the both of them with distraction written all over your face.

Rooster smiled over at you knowing exactly who you were looking for, “He’s on the other side of the bar with a friend.”

“Who is?” You couldn’t hide the blush that appeared out of thin air just at the thought of Jake. Were you really that easy to read?

“Hangman.” Rooster leaned forward challenging you, “The guy you’ve been looking for since you walked in.” Bob couldn’t help the small laugh that came from his friends joke.

“I have not.” Your eyes looked everywhere but his.

Bradley laughed, “Sure. Go on then. Go get a drink or something. Definitely don’t go looking for Jake or anything.”

You stook quickly, gracious of his out, “Am I that bad of company?” You mocked offence.

“Hardly.” He smiled shaking his head at your usual antics. Rooster had come to like you quite a bit. You were sharp as a tack, deadly in the air and kinder than they usually came. He’d be a fool not to befriend you. An asset he knew he’d need in the future, “It’s our company I fear that is not nearly riveting enough for you.”

You giggled shaking your head at him, “You’re something else Roos.” Before he could reply you walked over to the bar ordering a drink but also looking for the man who’d taken your heart so effortlessly.

When your eyes scanned the other side of the bar your heart nearly stopped when you finally spotted the guy you’d been looking for. He was sitting there talking, no laughing, with a beautiful blonde woman. Your mouth ran dry as your heart rate picked up at a rapid pace. She was absolutely breathtaking. Far, far more beautiful than you could ever hope to even come close to. If he was chatting her up so easily then how in the hell did you ever think you stood chance with man? Nat was right. You were just you.

You’d let Nat’s words get to your head and get yourself into thinking he’d actually want you. How could you have been so damn stupid? Your eyes watched them carefully as they both seemed overjoyed to be in such an intense conversation going on.

It was Penny who knocked you out of the longing stare that had your thoughts consumed so entirely, “Drink?” She asked.

“Uh, actually I’m alright. Thanks Pen.” You waved her off not wanting to get stuck here longer than you wanted.

She gave you a confused looked before turning away back to her paying customers. You walked out in a half daze thinking about the pretty blonde woman who had captured Jake’s attention whole so easily. You’d managed to avoid everybody on your way out including your ever so nosy friend. You decided to walk home, it was only about a half mile back to your apartment. You’d done it a hundred times before. You were just usually a little drunk and not so heartbroken.

In your mind it was best to simply turn your phone to silent and flip it over while you watched reruns of your favorite shows once you got home. You’d decided it was best to throw yourself a little mini pity party mourning a relationship that’d never be. So that’s exactly what you did. Ignored your phone and watched television. That was your first mistake. Your second was ignoring the knocks on the door. Instead, you turned the TV up just a little louder pretending you couldn’t hear it. Once the heavy banging on the door commenced you knew you could no longer ignore it.

You flung the door open in irritation not knowing who exactly it was but assuming it was Nat, “Would you quiet down? You’re going to get me in trouble…” The words stopped dead in your mouth as you observed Jake on the other side of the door and not Nat. Jake. Shit.

“You didn’t answer my texts.” He frowned giving you a once over scan that you would’ve missed if your eyes weren’t so trained on his. He was checking to make sure you were physically fine. You knew that.

“I turned my phone on silent. Wanted a night to myself.” You answered him before continuing with your own question, “What are you doing here?”

“Or my calls. You ignored my calls.” His frown deepened as he scanned your apartment behind you now. What was he looking for?

You sighed now, getting a little frustrated with his seemingly impromptu visit, “I told you. My phone is on silent in another room.”

That snapped him out of whatever he was doing. You usually didn’t have such a hostile tone with him. Everything with you was usually so gentle. The hostility was left for the skies, “Why? Why weren’t you at the Hard Deck tonight? Nat said you came in with her?” He looked so confused, almost hurt?

You nodded, “I did. I just felt, unwell.” It wasn’t an outright lie. Seeing Jake with that beautiful blonde woman made you more nauseous than you’d like to admit.

“Oh okay.” He frowned giving you another once over, “Are you alright?” He took a step to the side looking almost bashful. Not as confident as he normally came off. It was odd to see him so out of sorts. What was the reason? Surely it couldn’t have been you.

You took a moment to contemplate his question. You were fine, certainly. Just a little devastated for something that would never occur. A future you yearned for that would never begin. But you were fine.

“I’m alright. Why are you here Jake?” You asked once more not stepping away from the front door. Not letting him in but not shooing him away either. You’d usually let him waltz through without a worry, but something was stopping you.

“To check in. I got worried when you wouldn’t answer. You always do.” He answered without a beat. He didn’t look l

“Oh.” You nodded at him. That was kind. That was very much like him, “Sorry to make you stop by.”

He shook his head, “It’s alright.” He kept looking you over. You were playing with the hem of your shirt again. Things were awkward. Uncomfortable. You were nervous and he wasn’t saying what he wanted. Unsure of what to say you just looked down. Not ending the conversation but not making it move forward either.

“Well, goodnight.” You said after a few moments of painful silence. There wasn’t usually this much tension between the two of you. It felt wrong. There was never usually such an air of awkwardness such as there was now.

“No, wait.” He put his hand on the doorframe so you couldn’t shut the door. Not that you were planning to shut it in his face, “Is everything alright Y/N? I don’t… I don’t know what happened or what I did.” He paused giving you a genuine look of confusion and concern. A look you weren’t terribly familiar with from the man.

He was right. How would he know? You were being weird and secretive. And now that you knew he was probably dating that girl you couldn’t air out your love to him. That’d just ruin the friendship you’d grown to love with him.

So instead, you had to deflect a bit, “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

He turned his head in confusion at that, “Pardon?”

“Uh,” Might as well spit out some of the truth, “Tonight. Was going to tell you I was heading home but then I saw you talking to the woman. She was pretty.” You added the last sentence in almost silence hoping he couldn’t detect the jealousy radiating from your body. It wasn’t easy to hide, no.

He crinkled his eyes together, “Who?”

Was he playing dumb? Could the interaction have been so minute that he didn’t even recognize just how gorgeous the woman was? You bit the inside of your mouth to hide your dissatisfied frown, “The blonde woman you were talking to in the booth?”

He cocked his head to the side. First a wave of confusion crossed his face then recognition of the interaction must’ve crossed as his once confused face turned to realization, “You mean Amy?” His smile turned to a knowing smirk once he put two and two together. Jake was anything but dumb. In fact, he was quite intelligent. It hit him as to why your mood would have turned so sour towards him so quickly.

“Amy?” You asked playing right into his hand. He had you now and you didn’t even know it.

He nodded leaning onto the side of the apartment building, “Yup. She was my commanding officer back in Virginia. We were catching up for a moment.” He nodded his head watching you as he reveled in your realization of who he chatting with. He also knew how pretty she was. Jake had thought so since the moment he had laid eyes on her all those years ago. There was a slight problem though, she wasn’t exactly into men. And she wasn’t afraid to let those around her know it. Apparently, you hadn’t picked up on it though. And Jake decided he’d tease you about it for a bit.

“Oh.” You said again as you took a step back while crossing your arms over your chest. It wasn’t exactly an invitation inside the apartment, but it wasn’t not either. Jakes eyebrows quirked up quickly as he realized he was getting somewhere with you. It was cute. You were jealous. You’d been so good at hiding any emotion he wasn’t sure if you actually liked him back. Nat had assured him that you did, and you were just afraid at showing it. Afraid of the consequences once you dove headfirst in. But this was a sign, albeit a small one.

He bobbed his head up and down while taking a small step forward, “Oh indeed.” He gave you a wry smile as his eyes traced over your face, “She was just telling me about how she and her wife were looking at adopting once they get settled out here.”

Your eyes rose in recognition of what he had told you, “Her wife?”

He took another small step forward, shrinking the already small space between the two of you, “Of three years. I was invited to the wedding. It was nice.” He grinned knowing he had you now. Your little outburst and show looked a little silly. He knew you felt embarrassed because he knew you. He adored you. He had begun to love you.

You looked down letting a small sigh of defeat out. You did feel embarrassed. Mortified actually. This is why you didn’t jump to conclusions. This right here. You stepped away from the door officially inviting him inside. He’d done nothing wrong. And even if he was flirting with a pretty blonde girl he would’ve done nothing wrong. You didn’t have any claim over him. Crap. You’d just made an unknowing mess of everything.

Jake didn’t hesitate at your invitation in. A sort of nonverbal apology he happily accepted. He sat down on the couch opposite of you giving you a smile, “You don’t look sick.” He said to you.

“I feel better.” You gave him a quick nod knowing your cheeks were beginning to flush right in front of him.

“Did your illness have anything to do with Amy?” He pressed deciding he wanted to cross the invisible line between the two of you tonight. Your acting out showed him just how much you actually did like him.

“No!” You were quick to answer, far too quick.

His little grin grew into that signature Jake smirk. The one that was often reflected at you in a much different light. Not like this. Not like he’d caught you doing something because he actually did.

“You sure about that?” He leaned so far froward you were sure he was trying to touch you now. Egg you on. Press your buttons. Cross the line. Maybe Nat wasn’t wrong? Maybe he did have feelings?

With wide eyes you shook your head, “No.”

He scooted over on the couch, so he was sitting next to you now. He reached out, placing a hand on your knee, “You seem… a little jealous?”

Your eyes were staring right at his hand that seemed to engulf your knee. You tried to answer him, really. But when you opened your mouth not a sound would come out. You shut your mouth in an instant before turning to him knowing he was right. You were a little jealous. But did you really have to admit it to him?

He leaned a bit closer to you, running his hand just a touch up your leg, before whispering in your ear, “For what it’s worth, I think it’s adorable that you’re a little jealous.”

Thankful for him giving you a little relief you finally found your words again, “You do?”

The smirk turned down into a soft smile as he saw the lack of confidence in your face. Had he not done enough to assure you of how he really felt? He’d thought he made it pretty obvious.

“I do. I think it’s really cute. Wanna know another little secret I’ve been keeping from you?” He asked you.

Your heart rate involuntarily picked up at that, “Yes.” It sounded more of a whisper than anything else. But you couldn’t quite help it. You were nervous. He made you terribly nervous.

“I think you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever got to know.” He smiled watching your reaction. It was nice seeing you so expressive with him. You’d always been so cautious and reserved with him. Collected and calculated. But you no longer had to be. Not when he’d been so outright with it now.

“Now, I know you’re joking.” You laughed not so sure of his admission to you. But his face said otherwise.

“Have I lied to you before?” He asked knowing the answer was an easy no.

You shook your head in response, “No.”

He smiled softly moving his hand from your leg to your hand, “Why would I start now then?”

You gulped at the seriousness in his tone and through his expression. He wasn’t lying. He was out here admitting his feelings towards you. Damn. Nat was right. More than right. You were a fucking idiot.

Before you could stop the words that came out of your mouth you finally admitted to him how you’d been feeling, “I like you.”

He smile before capturing your face in his free hand, “A little jealousy always helps.” Brushing your lip with his thumb he studied your face intently, “I like you too. I like you more than you can even imagine.”

A breath of relief washed out of you as the words you’d been dying to hear left his lips, “That’s good to hear.”

He started laughing. A good old hearty laugh that filled you with your own sense of joy and giggles, “Let me take you out on a real proper date darlin’?” He asked once the shared laughter between the two of you had died down.

You nodded quickly, breathlessly as you took in his lovestruck gaze, “I’d like that.”

His other hand joined him as he cupped your face in his embrace. You were truly vulnerable as hell to him, a position you’d tried to avoid from the get-go. But you couldn’t help it. You were falling for him, fast.

“You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now pretty girl.”

You leaned towards him without a second thought, “Then do it.”

He thought for a second before shaking his head, “Can’t kiss you without taking you out first darlin’.”

You bit your lip knowing it’d drive him past his breaking point, “Please? You don’t have to be a gentleman tonight.”

He groaned, tightening his embrace on your face as carefully as he could, “How can I say no when you ask like that?”

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[rizsu]

graduated delusional boys shoyo, kuroo, sunarin.

-> tokrev & jjk version

it's a simple night out with the hinata family. after another successful karasuno match, shoyo's mother suggested a restaurant dinner and well some shopping.

busy on his feet, shoyo walk-runs after his sister. she's certainly a little too fast on her feet—especially if you don't hold her hand or use a leash like their mom usually does. finally reaching her, he lifts her onto his hip before ending the mini race with a little scolding.

“natsu! don't speed off like that!”

“but the candies!!”

shaking his head, shoyo shuffles his way through the sea of people until he makes it back to his mother's position.

“sho', natsu, come here!” motioning to her kids, their mother takes hold of the five year old before pushing shoyo to walk in front of her, “stay in my vision, sho'. you're still young!”

well, shoyo would've done as she said without complaints but the last sentence made him turn his head back one hundred and eighty degrees. immediately warping his face into one that expresses confusion, shoyo raises a counterargument.

“but i'm already a third year! with a girlfriend too y'know.”

nodding her head to act as if she's paying attention to his words, shoyo's mother argues back, “yes, yes, but you still live with me so—wait.”

from the tone of her voice in the last word, shoyo tries to speed up his pace but a mother's hand is always faster.

“what do you mean by girlfriend, young man.”

“whoops..?”

turning around on his heel, he raises a hand behind his neck trying to think of a way to properly explain. it doesn't take long before he starts his own sign language while giving his mother the detailed lore of your relationship—which didn't last for long because natsu had other plans.

“sho's not a loser!” she juts in her opinion, looking at her older brother with an open mouth covered by her hand.

“NAT-SU,” feeling shocked, betrayed and offended, shoyo goes to press his palm over her hand to seal her mouth shut. as the color red diffuses to all of his ear, he feigns a limp as he takes baby steps away from his family.

kuroo is not kuroo if he doesn't bother kenma after twelve a.m during the weekend sleepover. if there's a sleeping kenma, there's a wide awake kuroo waiting for the right moment to strike.

“psst, kenma, wake up.”

“please shut up.”

“KENMA!”

“NO.”

covering both ears with his pillow, kenma turns around to block off kuroo and whatever he's got going on at 1:43 AM according to his watch. but oh no, don't get it twisted. kuroo is not one to forfeit that easily—persistent may as well be his middle name!

“i was going to show you my girl but i guess not!” changing his tone to a teasing one, kuroo backs off kenma's bed and goes to his futon.

as if it was an auto-response, kenma sits up straight, sharply turning his neck to kuroo, “pause.”

and with that, kuroo adds one point to himself on his imaginary scoreboard. snickering to himself, he turns his back to kenma, waving him off by repeating what he previously said, “you told me shut up.”

“wait i'm sorry,” kenma says. slouching off his bed, he uses his right foot to nudge at kuroo's “sleeping” figure. it takes about five nudges before he speaks again, “you know i love knowing people's business. please, kuroo.”

adding another point to himself on the scoreboard, kuroo turns on his back with a grin and a phone to his face. raising the phone to kenma's height, kuroo shows him a picture of a girl and kenma thinks kuroo's gone delusional. maybe he's just tired.

“whose daughter did you find on pinterest?”

“okay fuck you.”

snatching his phone back, kuroo actually feels quite offended. is kenma implying he's not attractive enough to pull a pretty girl!?

“I WAS NOT FINISHED LOOKING.”

“privileges REVOKED.”

shoving a middle finger in the air, kuroo pulls his blanket over his head to quietly sob in peace (this is an exaggeration).

kenma, tired of kuroo's antics, steals kuroo's phone to look at your picture and find proper evidence that you guys are indeed together.

“don't go through our chats by the way.”

“ew.”

three adults, three cushions and one bottle. in osamu's living room sits him, his brother and rintaro. how'd they get here? boredom. extreme boredom. when they were no longer entertained by the alcohol, atsumu brought up the idea of truth-or-dare with using a bottle.

spinning the bottle, osamu watches it land on rintaro and immediately asked him a question he's been dying to know, “rin, is it true you're seeing someone?”

throwing his head back, rintaro groans. he knew it'd come sooner or later but he still wants to be mysterious.

“nosy much?” and to that, both twins responded, “SAYS YOU!?”

dragging his palm over his face, rintaro laughs before confirming osamu's question. he's twenty-six with nothing to lose and he thinks he's sexy—so obviously he'd not be single..!

osamu's jaw drops. although he was the one who asked, he's still shocked. to his defense, rintaro's always seemed like the type to stay in the talking zone.

“oh, that poor woman. save her now before it's too late.” using a napkin, atsumu wipes his crocodile tears only to be kicked by no one other than suna rintaro. cackling at rintaro's reaction, atsumu defends himself, “'m just messing with ya!”

rintaro rolls his eyes. turning around to grab his phone, he proudly shows off his lockscreen that's a picture of you from your anniversary date, “isn't she pretty?” with a small smile on his face, he feels his pride emotion being activated.

“i dunno...i've seen better,” atsumu states his (unwanted) opinion. tapping a finger on his chin, he squints at the phone.

and as for rintaro? his heart dropped. looking directly at atsumu this time, he questions him, “such as..?”

“like myself duh.”

one.

two.

three.

and cue the fight scene with rintaro and atsumu while osamu tries to catch his breath from laughing.

“I AM SICK OF YOU.” stifling atsumu with his cushion, rintaro makes sure to smother his face with the fabric. he, atsumu, must feel the pain.

“hey—HEY. GO EASY ON THE HAIR.”

#+ rizsu: haikyuu. #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #kuroo x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x you #hinata shoyo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #suna rintarou x reader

[imyourbratzdoll]

buck x reader where bucky is sad cuz he can't date nat and when frnd!reader asks him out he says yes even tho hes still in love/has a crush on nat, but when r asks he lies n says tht he's not n that hes just "protectivE" of her. later he gets drunk or maybe hes jus rly pissed off after something happens n when r tries to help him he gets angry and tells her that she's clingy n annoying n that he only dated her cuz he couldn't be w nat n that he almost says her name durin sex smtimes. you can escalate from there!1 love ur works sm btw, hope u hav a good dayy!!

okay, I'm hoping this is good! If not, I do apologise.

summary - bucky agrees to date you because natasha is already taken, how long can he pretend before he snaps?

warning - angst, swearing, unrequited love, near abuse but is stopped.

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

You smiled as Natasha encouraged you to ask out your long-time crush Bucky Barnes. You always thought he was into her, but then he started paying more attention to you. You decided to head over to Bucky when Sam came to collect Nat, his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed softly on her temple. You smiled at the affection and love the two have for each other, hoping you’ll have that.

“Hi, Bucky!” You grin, waving slightly as you stop in front of him. You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat when he looked up at you.

“Oh, hi, Y/n” He gives you a tight smile, watching as he continues to look back at Sam and Nat. You feel your nerves get the best of you as you fiddle with your fingers.

“I wanted to ask… Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”

Bucky shrugs. “Sure.” You’re too happy to see how uninterested he is, wishing him goodbye before skipping away to your room. 

It’s been a few months since you and Bucky started dating. At first, you were ecstatic. You thought he was really into you until you noticed how he acted around Nat. You walked into the room and watched him watch her and Sam for a while.

Walking closer, you sit next to him. Feeling your heart crack a bit when he scoots away from you. “Buck…” He hums, not even taking his eyes off her. “Do you still have feelings for Nat?” 

Bucky’s head whips around, looking at you like you grew three heads. “What? No! What kind of question is that?”

You look down as you play with the end of your shirt. “It’s just… You’re always talking about her or looking at her, and I just thought….”

“Jesus Christ, Y/n! I’m just protective of her. Stop being so insecure.” And with that, he stands and walks off. Leaving you to feel like shit, not noticing Nat and Sam looking at you with pity from across the room.

It had been a few days since Bucky snapped at you, and he’s become distant. You're currently sitting on your bed, feeling tired. You flip through a book you’ve been meaning to read but can never find the time. You’re interrupted by a knock at the door causing you to get up and head over.

When you open it, you’re met with Steve holding a very drunk Bucky. “I didn’t know where else to take him… Please be careful. He’s acting a bit off today.” Steve looks at you sheepishly. You smile softly, taking your drunken boyfriend off his hands, thanking him and closing the door.

“C’mon, Bucky, let’s get you to bed.” A whimper leaves you as Bucky pushes you off him, turning around and glaring at you.

“Jesus fuck! Why the fuck are you always so fucking clingy? Do you know how fucking annoying it is to always have you near me or talking to me?!” You blink, too shocked to move as he explodes. “Fucking hell! I didn’t even want to fucking be with you! Why would I want someone like you when someone like Natasha exists?!” Bucky stalks closer to you, and you quickly take steps back until you are pushed against the wall. “I only fucking said yes to you because Sam fucking took her from me!” 

“B–but”

“But what?! Did you think that I could love you, YOU?!” Bucky’s metal fist flies to the wall beside your head, causing a dent. “You’ve never even questioned me, always requesting to fuck you from behind! Is it because deep down you knew that I secretly wished it was her?! That her name nearly slips from my mouth when I’m balls deep inside you!”

You take a shaky breath, feeling tears roll down your face, but you’re too numb to move. Bucky's fist lifts, and you flinch, thinking he will hit you. You squeeze your eyes shut, only opening them when you hear someone yelling. 

Your eyes widen when you see Steve tackling Bucky, holding him down as he screams to let him go and how much he hates you. Steve turns to you and feels his heartbreak at the terrified look in your eyes. “I got him. Go to my room. I’ll be there soon.” 

You take off, heading straight to Steve’s room and throwing yourself into his bed. You bury your face into his pillows, crying into it before falling asleep. 

Steve enters his room, looking at you sadly before he crawls in behind you. His heart skips as your body curls into him. He wraps his arm around you and holds you close as he falls asleep.

thank you for reading!

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part 2

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[sh1-n0bu]

ok ik i said I'd stop bothering you but here's the fic !!

aether x amab!gn!reader <3

cw : angst to comfort(?), handholding while fucking :( <3, cumming inside of aether cause i said so!!, uses of the word cock, also crying. he is a crier, i stand my ground!1!1!!!11! also probably some other stuff idk im tired

was too lazy to format this tbh,, also this takes place after he gets tied into saving inazuma. didn't proofread, we die like real men /hj

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Aether walked into your shared room in his teapot, eyes angry and tired. He saw you sitting up, book in hand, and he assumed you didn't hear him enter. That is until he hears you pat the spot on the bed next to you. 

"Tell me Aether, love, what's got you so worked up already?"

timeskip🫠

"A-and then Paimon— UNGH! [Y/N]--" He moaned out, tears swelling up in his eyes as he continued to bounce on your cock.

"She what, love?" You cooed, running your hands through his hair.

"She managed t-to hiccup get me tied into all this nat- mmph-- nation s-saving stuff ag-gain... I don't want.. to.." He sobbed as he came again, his eyes rolling up and hot tears dripping down his face.

"Mmm.. I see. You should learn how to say no more often, you seem to be overworking yourself." You whispered in his ear.

"Do me a favor, be a good boy, and take breaks. I don't care what breaks you take, infact, we can do things like this—" You tugged his hair a little, making him whine and tighten around you— "during them. You've worked so hard for things that don't really help you out on your journey just to help people. You deserve a reward," You whispered into his ear pulling him impossibly closer.

"What do you think, my beautiful little prince?"

"mmmgh..." He moaned, leaning close to you, and you smiled, untangling your hand from his hair and down to his hand. You intertwined them and started bouncing Aether harder on your cock.

He moaned, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as you hit everywhere he loved and more.

You both could feel yourselves getting closer to your high, and soon enough, you did.

"HNGGGHH! [Y/N]!—" He cried, feeling you fill him up just the way he loved it.

"Shhh now, my love, you did so well. Rest now." You whispered, pulling him onto your chest softly, and his free arm wrapped under your arm and onto your shoulder.

"I love you, [Y/N]... so please take care of yourself too.." He said, his eyes slowly closing.

You chuckled, running your hand through his hair again, "I will. I love you too, Aether."

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aether :((( <333

AETHER!!1!!1!1!!1!!!1

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[inmyicyworld]

My everything

Summary: The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.

Words count: 6.8k

Warnings: I fucked up the whole timeline sorry, no civil war and no infinity war in my world, avengers live in their tower as a family, my baby Bucky has a lot of issues and regrets, lots of feelings, happy ending as always.

Author’s note: one of my works hit more than 1,000 notes and i’m so so so grateful to every single person who supported me.

I had this idea for a while, and I finally decided to write because I had barely seen any works with this plot. if y’all like it, might as well write the second part with smut🥰

*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*

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“Aren't you fucking tired of this?” Bucky growled as he burst into the common room where Sam, Steve, and Natasha were sitting. "If you set me up on another date, Wilson, I'll break your fucking wings."

Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Calm down, cyborg. Look at you, all angry and stressed out; you need to get laid! When was the last time you’ve been on a date?"

Steve raised his eyebrows in surprise as he glanced between his two friends.

"Sit down, Barnes." Nat nodded her head at the couch across from her. Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, as too many feelings were bubbling inside of him, but he obeyed and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now explain what happened.”

 "This idiot is trying to set me up again.” He said, nodding towards Sam. "And I told you I'm not interested."

 “But why? Don't you want to feel like back in the days and have some fun with pretty women? This Hydra shit clearly wasn’t good for you. You’re too tense and always mad. Go on a date, maybe you’ll find a good girl to spend some time with.” Sam genuinely wanted to help his friend, and he didn’t understand why Bucky was so mad about it.

The look on Bucky’s face was weird. Like he wanted to say something but, at the same time, didn’t want to share his thoughts. 

“Are you already dating someone?” Natasha leaned with her elbows on her knees and studied his face. There was definitely something that Bucky didn’t want to say.

Steve looked between the three of his friends, and when Nat asked Bucky a question, it was like a bulb turned on in his head.

 "Buck…" Bucky met Steve's eyes, holding eye contact for a few seconds, like they were talking about something that only they knew.

 “Hey!” Sam said, waving his hands. “What are you two doing? Do you know something, Rogers?”

 “Buck, is it because of her?” The blonde said it almost in a whisper. “You still remember, right?”

“Did you have a girlfriend before the war?” Natasha, as always, understood everything immediately, and it was funny to see how Sam’s mouth fell open in shock.

Bucky clenched and unclenched his hands in his lap, not sure if he should reveal the truth. He had kept it to himself for so long—ever since he escaped Hydra and the memories from the past started to flood his head. It was too painful to think about you. To think about the woman who was his whole life many years ago. He remembered everything, and now he sees you in his dreams almost every night. Sometimes in nightmares, sometimes in the good ones, about the life that you two would’ve had if he hadn’t gone to war.

“What the hell are you hiding from us?” Sam shouted again, trying to get attention.

 “I…” Bucky frowns, staring at his hands. “I had a girlfriend... before the army, before the Hydra.” He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. Just the thought of you hurt him, making him regret everything. That he left, that he didn’t marry you, and that the universe had this shitty plan.

 “And that’s why you don’t want to go out with someone?” Come on, man, how long has it been?  80 years? Get over it. It must have been another one of your girlfriends that you hooked up with when you were young.” He chuckled, looking between his friends, none of whom seemed happy with his choice of words.

 "Sam, don't—"

“You sound like an asshole.” 

 “Get over it?” Bucky didn’t let Steve or Nat finish their sentences before he barked at Sam, looking even more angry than before. “Just another one of my girlfriends? Do you have any idea what the fuck you're talking about, Wilson? " He looked like he was ready to kick his friend right in the face. “She wasn’t one of them. In fact, there was no “them”. In my entire life, I’ve never even touched another woman because I've been in love with Y/N since I was 14. We started dating when I turned 18, and I proposed before I had to go to the war.”

Bucky’s emotions quickly changed as the hot rage turned into a longing for memories and feelings. He felt a lump in his throat, so he reached into his pocket for his wallet, from which he pulled out your old and shabby photo, gently running his finger over your face.

“Y/N was everything to me. She said yes, and I promised her that I would return so we could get married. I imagined that I would spend my whole life with her, you know? I don't need any other woman. I do not want it. I still love her, and I don't care if either of you find it funny.

The room fell into heavy silence. Steve just looked out the window, remembering the times when the three of you went to Coney Island, and he was always the third wheel. You were his friend too, and the aching feeling in his chest was too heavy.

Sam felt a little bit awkward after saying these things about your relationships. He wanted to tease Bucky, not be rude.

Natasha was the one who took the first step when she stretched the arm so Bucky would give her the photo. “You two look so cheesy. She’s really gorgeous.” She smirked, looking at the old black-and-white photo of you two sitting on the bench. Your back was almost lying on Bucky’s body, and his arms were wrapped around you. It seemed like you were talking about something and enjoying the private moment. Bucky had the biggest smile Natasha has ever seen on his face, as he was looking at you with heart eyes.

 “Can I see?” Sam finally asked, nodding at the photograph in Natasha's hands. She passed him the photo and Bucky’s move in his place, feeling a little bit uncomfortable about revealing this part of his life. 

“You two look cute. Weird to see a smile on your face.” Sam chuckled.

“Where did you find this photo?” Steve leaned closer to the picture, immediately remembering the day you and Bucky took it and the way Bucky has had it with him ever since.

 “I took it to the war. Always had it in a jacket, even on missions. She was with me that day on the train. I think Hydra found this in my pocket. When I ran away from there, I found a box with my stuff; the photo was there.”

 “Have you… tried to find something about her?” Steve lifted his head, studying his friend's reaction.

 “Yeah,” Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know how, but I didn’t find anything. Two years after my fall, there was no record of her. No marriage certificate, no place of residence, no place of work. Nothing. Like she just disappeared.” He shook his head in despair. 

 “But it's impossible.” Steve frowned, giving the photo back. “A person can't just disappear and leave nothing behind.”

 "I don't know," Bucky shrugged, looking back at the photo for a second and then slipping it back into his wallet. "Maybe it's for the best. I don't know how I would come to terms with the news of her death.”

It’s been almost two weeks since that conversation, and luckily for Bucky, Sam didn’t attempt to set him up with anyone anymore.

Earlier that day, Tony announced that his new technology had spotted some weird activity in something that looked like an old and hidden Hydra base. It was pretty much abandoned, but there were signs of small energy consumption, as if something was still constantly working. That’s why the team of Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony had to check it out and destroy any possible danger.

After being free from Hydra, Bucky didn’t take part in many missions because the team agreed that it would be better for him to heal and stay far away from triggers. But this base brought up many concerns: it was hidden far away, there was no information about it in nonofficial papers, and even Bucky himself had never heard about it. Tony insisted that someone with knowledge of the Hydra system should go there too.

When the four of them arrived on the quinjet at something that looked like a well-hidden abandoned bunker, they decided not to split up and go through the main and only entrance.

“Be careful; we don’t know that they might hide in here.” Steve said, going in first with a shield in front of him. Bucky and Sam went after him, holding rifles and checking the big and almost empty room.

“They should clean in here, kinda dusty.” Tony chuckled in his usual playful voice. 

“It’s not a good time for your jokes, Stark.” Steve was always a little too serious during missions, and Tony really liked pushing his buttons. “I see the light in the other room.” He whispered, carefully opening the door. 

“Holy shit.” Sam and Tony spoke at the same time when all four of them entered the giant room.

There were five big glass machines that were a little bit foggy and had a little lightning in them.

“What is this?” Steve ran closer to one of them and saw that there was a man inside. “Oh my god, there is a man in here... It looks like he’s alive.”

“There is a folder called “The Winter Soldier Program” with personal information.” Sam said, picking up a file from the shelf in the corner of the room. “George Harris, 27 from New York. Kathleen Hill, 21 from New York…” He read, mumbling to himself.

“It’s a cryostasis chamber. Hydra used it to freeze me.” Bucky lowered his rifle, coming closer to one of the chambers. Another man. “It lowers your body temperature to the point that you can be kept like that for many years. Hydra– “ Bucky went silent when he got to another glass camera. 

“Barnes? Why is there—” Sam didn’t finish his words when the sound of Bucky’s weapon falling on the cold concrete filled the room. 

“No-no-no, please, no!” He whispered, moving closer to the glass. He couldn’t believe what he saw. 

You were right in front of him, with closed eyes and too pale skin. That was impossible. It’s not you. There was no chance that you somehow ended up with Hydra. 

Bucky felt like he was unable to breathe. He tried to inhale some air, but the lump in his throat was too big. The tears blurred his vision; he didn’t hear anything around him, as your almost lifeless body was the only thing that he thought about. You, his sweet girl, somehow ended up trapped with monsters, and he couldn’t do anything to save you from it. 

“Bucky!” Two pairs of hands dragged him from the chamber, and the blurry vision of his best friend was now visible in front of him. “Bucky, listen to me! You should calm down, buddy. Just breathe, okay?” Steve deeply inhaled and exhaled to help Bucky, and after a few minutes, he was finally able to speak.

“T-that’s impossible, Steve. She shouldn’t be there! She should’ve found another man and lived a happy life with her family!” He said in a shaking voice, angrily wiping away tears from his face. 

“I don’t know how this happened, Buck; I really don’t. But she may be alive there.” Steve supportively squeezed Bucky’s shoulder. 

“We can’t just take these people out. We should transport them to the tower and find the safest way to unfreeze them.” Tony said in a serious voice, not joking around anymore. He walked closer to the chambers, studying each of them. “It looks like they are working on their own power, and this one, “he pointed at the one that was dark and with water drops from the inside. “Doesn’t work anymore. The man is probably dead.” 

“Are there any chances of getting them out of there alive?” Sam glared at Bucky, who was just staring at your peaceful but haggard face through the glass.

“I don’t know, but me and Banner will do everything we can.”

It took another day to find a way to move four of the still-working chambers to the compound and ten more hours to defrost everyone. and to say that Bucky was completely stressed out and exhausted was an understatement. He didn’t sleep at all, staying in the room near the lab to get all the news as soon as possible. He walked around the room for hours, overthinking everything—what will happen if you die or if you survive? Is it really better for you to wake up and see all the damage that he has done for the past years? To see the empty shell of the person you loved in the past?

“Barnes!” Tony blasted through the doors with a grin on his face. “We did it.”

“You did it?” Bucky’s whole body was buzzing with energy and anxiety. “Where is she? Is she alive? Is she conscious? Can I see her?”

“Wow-wow, calm down. She is alive, but you can’t see or visit her right now. Dr. Cho has to run many tests to find out whether your lovebird is healthy or not.” Tony nodded his head toward the corridor so Bucky would follow him. “We put each of them into a different room, and your Blonde Bestie insisted on putting Y/N into the best and the biggest one. There is a special window through which you can see her, but she cannot see you from the inside. So you can be as creepy as you want to until she gets better.” Stark slapped Bucky on the shoulder to show some kind of support when they stopped in front of the said window. 

You were lying on the bed, surrounded by too many wires and monitors. Dr. Cho was standing above you, writing something down, and checking the device near your head.

She said something aloud, probably talking to FRIDAY, and came out of the room. 

“Oh, Mr.Barnes, I heard that Y/N was your girlfriend, right?” She smiled, and Bucky slightly nodded, not being able to completely drag his attention from your body. “I’ll tell you this: it’s my most difficult and unique case, but she’s a strong one. Her body heals faster than other people’s from cryo. I believe she’ll be fully awake tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, Dr.Cho.” Bucky felt a little bit better now that he had more hope that you could really be back. Dr.Cho gave him another smile and left to check on her other patients. 

“I have to find out if these people have families. Did Y/N have someone who might be alive?” Tony asked. 

“No, she didn’t.”

“I’ll go, and you, Barnes, will stay away from her for now, understood?” He pointed a finger into Bucky’s face. 

“Yes. I’ll just watch from here.” 

You were alive. You were awake. Bucky saw with his own eyes as your body started moving and you slowly sat on the bed, confused by your surroundings. He saw panic on your face because you were clearly disoriented and scared to be alone in an unknown place. 

As fast as he could, he found Dr. Cho, who was in the room with Steve and Natasha. When he, choking on all the emotions, told them about you, it was a mess. 

Dr. Cho and a few other nurses ran to your room to check your condition because you were the first one to open their eyes.

Bucky, Steve, and Nat stood on the other side of the window. Bucky wasn’t able to fully convince himself that it was true that he was so close to him. It felt like a dream, like a weird picture that his brain created to comfort him. 

“She’s okay, Buddy.” Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder because it seemed like he didn’t even blink or breathe. “You can see her soon.”

“No.” He mumbled.

“What?” His friend’s head shot in his direction.

“Someone else should talk to her first. Tell her about my past. Maybe she won’t even want to see me after everything I’ve done.”

“I can go and talk to her first.” Natasha softly smiled. She knew the feeling when you’re afraid that someone will leave you because of your past. “I think it’s better for Y/N to first find out that she woke up in the new century and that she was cryofrozen for many years. I’ll tell her that Steve is alive, and then me and you can both tell her about Bucky.” 

Bucky just nodded to her words, still not being able to look at anything besides you. He wasn’t sure that after you find out all the truth, you’ll allow him to even be around you, so for now, he tried to memorize you as much as he could. 

Since the moment you opened your eyes, everything felt unknown and different. You couldn’t explain it, but something had changed. You didn’t know where you were, what time it was, how you ended up in that place, or who all these people were. You felt scared as too many doctors crowded your room and fussed around, talking about tests and medical procedures. 

The young woman who seemed to be in charge was actually really sweet. After only you and her were left in the room, she sat on your bed with a pile of clothes in her hands and smiled at you. 

“So, Y/N, my name is Dr. Cho, and I’m here to help you heal faster and without any consequences.” 

“Where am I?” Your voice was too raspy and harsh. It felt like you swallowed a glass of sand. 

She sighed, looking at her journal. “It’s hard to explain, but I promise that there’s nothing to worry about. You are safe. In a few minutes, someone will visit you to talk about everything and answer any of your questions. Now, I was told to give you these clothes so it would be more comfortable for you. You can change in the bathroom right there; there is also anything you might need like a toothbrush, soap, and so on.” She pointed at the door in the corner of the room. 

You stayed silent until Dr. Cho left your room, and then slowly, feeling kind of scared to move around this place, you went to the bathroom to change out of the hospital gown. 

The bathroom looked even weirder than the main room; you had never seen such furniture and interiors. And when you unfolded your new clothes, it took you a few seconds to figure it out. It was some kind of soft pants and a large t-shirt. What kind of clothes was it? Yes, they were actually comfortable, but it wasn’t something that you saw in the stores. 

While you were brushing your teeth, your brain was working too hard trying to figure out what the hell was going on, until you heard someone calling your name. 

“Hey, Y/N, my name is Natasha.” The pretty red-headed woman was standing near your bed with a tray and food in her hands. 

“Please, tell me what’s going on. Where am I? Why does everything look so strange here?” You said in a desperate voice, you almost wanted to scream because you woke up several hours ago, but no one told you a single thing.

“Don’t be nervous, honey. Let's sit on the bed; you’ll eat your special meal, and I’ll tell you everything you want.” She was so nice and genuine, so you nodded and sat down. 

Natasha placed a tray near you, and you saw that it was your favorite food of all time. You took a bite, and your taste buds were immediately filled with the taste of the meal that James cooked you almost every day. James. It was his recipe. The tears flooded your eyes when all of the memories about your dead boyfriend returned to your head. Yeah, how could you forget that it had been at least two years since he was gone? 

“Y/N? What happened?” Natasha’s worried voice distracted you. 

“It just reminded me of someone. I felt like I was home, and it hurts me because nothing is the same anymore.” You wiped your tears away, taking another bite. 

“I promise you that everything is going to be okay. You are not alone here.” You frowned at her words but still nodded. “So ask whatever you want to.” 

“Where am I, and why does everything look so different?”

“You are at the Avengers Tower, located in Manhattan, New York City. I know that might sound ridiculous, but you were in the cryostasis chamber up until now. It’s 2023, and a lot of things have changed in the world; that's why it might be confusing.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, overthinking Natasha’s words. “It can’t be true. I can’t be more than one hundred years old now. And I look the same.” 

“This is how cryostasis works—iit freezes the body so it can survive many years without any changes. Now tell me how you ended up with Hydra. What is the last thing you remember before waking up here?” 

“Back in the 40s, I was a nurse. My– my boyfriend— he died during the war.” You stopped because of the lump in your throat. It was too hard to bring back these memories because it was the first time you said these words out loud. “He died, and then my closest friend died too, and I just had no one left. I was alone, and I didn’t even know what to live for because all of my dreams about family and a happy life with the person I loved died too.” Natasha put her hand over yours on the bed and gave you a supportive squeeze. “Then one day in our hospital, scientists were looking for people who would like to test new serums. I decided that I had nothing to lose, so me and a few other nurses signed in.” 

“Kathleen, Josh, Adam, and Frank, right?” The woman in front of you gave you a sad smile.

“Yes, how do you know that?” 

“We found them with you. Adam’s camera was broken, so he died a long time ago, but the rest of them are here too, but, unfortunately, they haven’t regained consciousness yet.” 

You nodded. Your food was now done and set aside, and you sat on the bed more comfortably, bringing your knees to your chest. “These scientists were running some tests on us in the lab that they brought us in. It felt weird, and I remember that Kathleen always complained that it was painful. The last thing that happened was that they told us to step into a weird-looking machine that was meant to be a part of some kind of experiment. That’s it.”

“It was Hydra. A terrorist organization that tried to rule the world. They were evil, and you were lucky to get out of there alive.” Natasha pursed her lips. “Thank you for telling me this.” 

You two sat in silence for a few seconds until she looked over her shoulder at the weird-looking mirror that took up almost a whole wall. 

“Is anything wrong?” You furrowed.

“I have to tell and show you something really important, but everyone is worried about how you are going to react to this.” She studied your face with a weird expression. 

“Is there anything more crazy than me being in another century after I was frozen?” You tried to smile, but Natasha just nodded. 

“I’ll be right back. Please, try to breathe, okay?” She stood from your bed, took the tray, and left. 

Natasha came back, and behind her was the last person you ever expected to see again. You jumped on your feet, feeling like your eyes were lying to you. 

“This—this can’t be true... No, Natasha—Steve, you died.” You mumbled under your breath. Your heart rate was way higher than usual, and it felt like you were drowning. You put your hand over your eyes. It’s just a dream. It’s just a weird fucking dream.

Two large hands wrapped around your body, pulling you into the hard chest. “Sh-s, Y/N, breathe, just breathe.” His familiar voice filled your ears, and you started crying harder, gripping his shirt. 

“What– how– how is this possible? You crushed the plane into ice.” You shattered, tears running down your face.

“The Super Soldier serum saved me. The S.H.I.E.L.D. found my body 12 years ago.” Steve loosened his arms around you, allowing you to look up at him. He was exactly the same. This blonde hair, these light blue eyes, and that soft smile that he always had for you. “Please, sit back on the bed. We have a lot to talk about.” His face was now more serious. Even though he was extremely happy to get back his second closest best friend, he knew that Bucky was dying without you.

Steve and Bucky both looked at your interaction with Natasha, and it was obvious that everything Bucky wanted was for you to be near him. He looked through that window without any distraction, and his face lit up with a small smile when you tasted the food that he cooked for you and became emotional. He knew that you would appreciate it.

“About what?” You wiped your face with the back of your hand and sat down, holding Steve's hand. Natasha, who was still standing in the middle of the room, passed him a thick folder and left. Steve sat near you and gave you a supportive smile. 

“Bucky.” 

You froze and snatched your hand out of his. 

“Steve, no. Please—” You wrapped your hands around your body, as if you were instantly trying to hide from the pain that was aching in your chest. “Please, don’t hurt me anymore. I can’t handle that. Talking about him w-when he’s not with me anymore.” The sods started to get out of you, and you hid your face from Steve’s soft and apologizing eyes.

“He is alive.” Steve’s hands fell on your shoulders, and he lowered his head, trying to make you look him in the eyes.

“Don’t lie to me! He is dead; I saw the reports; I got the letter from Phillips saying that he’s sorry for our loss!” You particularly yelled at your friend. 

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? Bucky is alive. He is here. Behind that door, he’s watching us right now.” You were shaking your head in denial. 

That was impossible. You knew all this story; Steve himself told you what happened that day. There was no chance for Bucky to survive the fall from that height in the middle of nowhere. Yet here was Steve, sitting right before you. His big blue and soft eyes were looking into your eyes, and you didn’t see a single sign of hesitation or lying in there. He was so genuine that you wanted to believe that your boyfriend was, in fact, a few meters away from you.

“How? And why? James– he would’ve been with me if he were alive. Why isn’t he here?” You sobbed, and then the realization came to you. “That food—the food that Natsha brought me. It tasted exactly like he made it.”

“Bucky thought that it might comfort you. He found you in that laboratory, he has been near you since that day, and he saw that you were scared and disoriented when you woke up. And that's why I am here. Bucky insisted that I should talk to you first and tell you everything. He is afraid that you might not see him anymore after finding out everything that is written here.” Steve picked up the folder and put it on your lap. 

“The Winter Soldier” was written on top of the old-looking piece of paper, and for some reason you felt something weird in your chest.

“I want to let you know that whatever is in here, it cannot make me hate him.” You mumbled, hesitating to open the folder. “What’s in there, Steve? Tell me everything.”

“These are the papers that S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra had on the Winter Soldier. Everything that happened to him: experiments, torture, assassinations, crimes. This is what happened to Bucky after the fall. This is what Hydra did to him over these years.” 

You felt a lump in your throat when you opened the first page and saw Bucky’s photo from the army. But nothing prepared you for everything you read and saw after that. He wasn’t even James or Bucky anymore. He was a Soldier. An Asset. Someone without an identity. All the detailed descriptions of the medical procedures, brainwashing, electroshock, torture, and punishments with attached photos made you want to vomit and cry hysterically. You couldn’t stop crying when your shaking hands took a picture of the love of your life sitting shirtless and unconscious on some kind of stool with wires attached to his head. 

How could someone do that? How could someone torture a person almost to death and then just write about it like it was a fucking dairy? 

“His arm, it’s metal. Why is it made from metal?” Your teary-red eyes shoot back to Steve’s face. 

“Bucky lost it during the fall. They gave him a new one, but it causes him a lot of pain. Physical and mental.”

“I don’t— Steve, I don’t understand.” You took another picture with Bucky standing in his full black costume and a mask, not a single emotion on his face. “Why did they do this? For what?” 

“Hydra wanted to have the perfect asset. Killing machine. To commit crimes, kill unwanted people, and basically rule the world.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, looking at the floor. “They made Bucky the best. They completely cleared his head from the memories of his past; they trained him to be invincible and invisible. They had a special combination of words to control him, so he would always come back and do as he was told.”

You closed the file and moved it aside, closing your face with your hands while you were crying.

“And he thinks that I can reject him?” You whispered.

“Y/N, please try to understand what such things can do to your brain. Bucky goes to therapy, but he probably would never be able to fully heal from this experience.” His hand fell on your shoulder and squeezed it slightly. “Bucky always was a good person; that's why right now he feels so much guilt that it’s unimaginable. Even if nothing of this is his fault, he can’t forgive himself for these murders and damage. He has PTSD, nightmares, and a lot of trust issues.”

“I understand, but I would’ve never rejected him. He’s everything that I had, and when I lost him, it felt like hell.” You took a deep breath, looking Steve in the eyes. “Please, let me see him. I need it, and he needs it too.” Steve’s eyes softened at you. He almost forgot the love that his two best friends had for each other. 

“Give me a minute, okay?” He smiled, kissed your head, and left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You were really going to see the man that you thought you had lost forever in a few seconds. It was almost three years for you, but almost eighty for him. A wave of anxiety washed over you when you thought that maybe he doesn’t feel the same anymore and doesn’t have the same feelings as you do. You almost went down a rabbit hole until the door started to open. 

You slowly stood up, feeling a little bit uneasy. Even though you and Steve were just talking about it, seeing Bucky alive felt unreal. Your eyes were sliding up and down his face to remember every little part. He looked different, more mature, with a broad chest and shoulders and long, silky hair. 

Bucky’s heart was pounding in his ears, and his mouth was completely dry while you were observing him. You had tears in your eyes, and your lower lip was trembling when you tried to hold yourself from crying out loud. You were in some baggy clothes that Nat found for you, but you still looked fucking gorgeous. Still the most beautiful girl on the whole planet. 

“Doll…” Bucky’s raspy voice filled the room, and it was everything you needed. 

In just a second, you ran to him, falling right into his body. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your face hidden into his neck. 

As soon as Bucky finally hugged your smaller body and felt that it was real and that you were real, he broke down. Every last piece of strength went through the window as the tears rolled down his cheeks, probably soaking your t-shirt.

He wanted to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness for all of the awful things that he had done. He didn’t deserve you anymore, not with this much blood on his hands. But Bucky couldn’t do what he wanted because your grip on him was so strong that he wasn’t even able to move away for an inch. 

“James…” Your quiet voice filled his ears, and it sent shivers down his spine. Only you and his ma called him that, and he missed it so fucking much.

Bucky’s hands moved from your waist a little bit lower, and you viewed it as an opportunity to get even closer. Your legs instantly wrapped around his body, and Bucky, making sure that you wouldn’t fall, went to the bed and sat down with you on his knees. 

“I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry for everything that I’ve done.” He sobbed, shaking his head. You pulled away a little bit, finally meeting Bucky face-to-face. 

“Don’t you dare apologize for the things that you weren’t able to control, James!” Your voice suddenly became rough, filled with so much anger toward the people who hurt your precious boy. His hand on your waist tightened, and you slid your own to cup Bucky’s face. “I want to kill every one of them. Everyone who hurt you, who punished you,” Soft fingertips traced the delicate skin of the templates where, as you remember from the photos, wires with electricity were placed. “You didn’t deserve to go through this, James. I wish I was there for you.” 

“You were always with me. Even when they wiped me, I still had someone in my head. A woman with a soft voice, who told me that I'm strong and that it will end soon. I would’ve died without it.” You both were looking into each other's teary eyes, both feeling too much love and desire. 

Your head slightly tilted towards his, connecting your foreheads, and for a few seconds, it felt like home. Like nothing happened and you two were just having a lazy morning in bed.

The calloused hand on the side of your face brought you back to reality. Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes were looking into yours, and, sharing one thought, you both moved closer and connected your lips. The kiss was so soft, slow, and gentle, like you had the whole time in the world. It was this type of kiss that said that you both were there and alive. It was a reminder of the love that you had for each other. Reassurance, that no matter what, you will be there.

“I missed you so fucking much, doll. Since the day I first remembered everything, all I could think about was you. Even tried to find you, but there was not a single document. I started to believe that you just found a man, changed your last name, and moved away from that mess.” You were so close to each other, not wanting to split up even for a second. Your hands were moving up and down Bucky’s hard chest while he was rubbing the soft skin of your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you joking, James? No one was able to replace you. The only people I talked to during that time were your mom and Becca.” His facial expression slightly changed at the mention of his family, and you placed a soft kiss on his stubble cheek. “I should’ve been the one who took care of them, but I was nothing without you, and Winnie almost made me move in with them. That’s why I jumped at the opportunity to be a volunteer for these tests.” 

Bucky shook his head, his eyes again full of regret and pain. “I hate that it happened because of me.”

“At least I’m here right now. With you.” You smiled, sliding your hand into his dark, long locks. “You know, James, you look really good for someone who’s older than one hundred years old. I like your hair. And stubble.” His eyes rolled back at the feeling of your nails on his scalp. It had been so long since someone touched him without an intention to hurt him, and the realization of that made your heart swell with the need to take care of your boyfriend. 

“You know that you’re one year younger than me, right?” Your favorite little smirk in the whole world appeared on Bucky’s lips, and you smiled, moving a little bit closer to his body. The metal hand on your waist tightened, and you realized that you hadn't seen it in person yet. 

Your right hand reached behind you, grabbing a hard wrist that was covered in leather. Bucky’s body immediately froze under you, and his eyes snapped open. 

“Doll, no… You don’t have to...” 

“I want to. Give me your hand, James.” You said without any hesitation. Bucky looked you in the eyes for a few seconds, but then brought his metal hand between your bodies. “It’s just me, okay? I’m not scared, and I want to know everything.” You wrapped both of your hands around his hand and then gently started to take off the glove. 

The dark metal with beautiful golden stripes was shining under the bright light of the room. Your mouth slightly opened when you moved each finger with interest. Your gentle hands slid higher, rolling up the sleeve of the red henley Bucky was wearing. It was so smooth, without any sharp details, just an amazing and mind-blowing mechanism. 

“That’s so beautiful.” You mumbled in awe. Suddenly the plates under your hands moved, and a quiet whirring sound filled the room. You shot your eyes back at Bucky in shock, only to see that he was already looking at you with so much love that you almost melted. “Did you do that?” 

“It’s a new arm, not from Hydra. It reacts to my emotions. No one ever touched it without any fear.” You almost missed that last sentence, but the hurt in Bucky’s voice made you grab his face with your hands to get his whole attention.

“Listen to me, James. I’m not afraid of you. I won’t reject you. You are everything that I want. You still have the biggest and kindest heart of the guy that I met many years ago, and I’ll do everything to prove to you this.” The metal hand carefully touched your hand on the side of his face. “I love you. I love you so much, James.”

“I love you too, Doll. More than anything in this life,” Your lips crushed into each other, now sharing a more passionate and deep kiss. You slightly tilted your head, allowing Bucky to part your lips with his tongue and playfully bite you. It was almost too overwhelming, and you both were completely lost in each other until you finally needed to breathe. 

“Stay here with me, please. I don’t want you to leave.” You whined, trying to push your big and strong super soldier onto the bed. 

“I won’t leave, baby.” He chuckled, allowing you to push him back. You happily giggled and laid near him, interlacing your bodies together. 

You two were just staying in your own little bubble on your bed for what seemed like forever, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, until you finally fell asleep, feeling happy and peaceful in each other's arms.  

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #one shot

[scatorcciogf]

omd lottienat x reader nsfw alphabet… 😇

omg i immediately thought of them too..not entirely satisfied with this because i'm tired from drawing all day but!! ¬ warnings: fem + sub reader, light bdsm, dom!lottienat :D mdni!!!

a = aftercare; what does aftercare look like with them? → nat is more verbal — telling you you did well, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, subtly reminding you she doesn’t mean any insults she might throw your way while fucking you. lottie is an actions over words kind of person — she’ll draw you a bath, cuddle you, leave gentle kisses all over your body while nat is talking with you. basically, you’re getting pampered.

b = baby; how do they feel about petnames/honourifics? do they change when in the bedroom? → i think lottie is more keen on them. she’d call you baby normally and a good girl during sex, and she’d absolutely get off on you calling her mommy. nat mainly calls the both of you by your name/nickname in both cases

c = camera; who likes to send nudes to the others? have they ever made a sex tape - would they ever? → nat definitely sends the most nudes, especially when you’re in the middle of doing something and she knows it’d be very distracting. regarding the sex tape, though, i think that would moreso be lottie’s thing. she’d love to have a video of nat and her fucking your brains out and make you watch it so you can see how pretty you are when you come.

d = dressing up; how do they feel about lingerie? who likes to wear it for the others? → lottie seems like she’d love a good lingerie set (either p̶u̶r̶p̶l̶e̶  heliotrope or black). nat is a bit more masc, and definitely not as into wearing it as she is into seeing it on you or lottie.

e = edging; is anyone into orgasm control? who is on the receiving end? → oh, both of them love torturing you. nat is more into orgasm denial — teasing and edging you for hours on end, while lottie enjoys the overstimulation that comes after more. they’re both there the whole time, it’s just that nat prefers making you squirm from the lack of touch while lottie is the opposite :) 

f = fair; does anyone like to tease? who doesn’t respond well to it? → again, nat loves seeing you get desperate as she teases you. i think she’d be a particularly big fan of dragging out the foreplay so you’re dripping by the time she actually decides to touch you where you need it the most. hearing you whimper and whine under her is possibly her favorite part of it

g = good; is praise something that’s used often? who does it have the biggest effect on? → i think lottie is a big advocate for verbal affirmations in general, and it definitely shows during sex. both in that she loves asking you to be good and then praising you if you manage to obey, but also in that it turns her on when either you or nat tell her how good she’s making you feel or how beautiful she is.

h = horny; who gets turned on the easiest/most often? how do they show it? → i think both nat and lottie have high sex drives, they just show it differently. nat is more direct. she’ll just sit on your lap or come up to you from behind and start doing whatever she knows will turn you on the fastest. lottie is more subtle — she’ll also do things to turn you on, but she’ll act innocent if you mention it, pretending like none of it is on purpose.

i = instigation; who, more often than not, is the one to instigate sex? → like i said, both of them have pretty high libido, so i think it’s an even split. maybe nat simply because lottie, like… actually has a job… and other things to do…

j = joker; who stays on the serious side, and who’s more lighthearted? → lottie takes it very seriously. she can be a tease when she’s in the mood, but she’s generally someone who considers sex to be very intimate and a way for you to be even closer. nat usually focuses more on the pleasure side of things, rather than the emotions, so if anyone would take it less seriously, it’s her. i feel like it’s always an intense experience either way though.

k = kinky; who’s the kinkiest? what are they into, and how do their partners participate (if at all)? → omg this might be a hot take but i genuinely think lottie would be kinkier. nat is maybe more open about being into stuff like bondage or dom/sub dynamics, but i can see lottie being really into some more fucked up shit 😭😭 what that entails is entirely up to you, but either way she would never want you nor nat to do something you’re not comfortable with

l = lick; who enjoys giving head? who likes receiving it? → it’s nat’s preferred way of being fucked, while it’s lottie’s preferred way of fucking you (+ nat). for nat it’s just about preferring it over the stimulation she’d get from fingers or a strap on, while for lottie it’s a way for her to worship your body.

m = middle; who likes to be in the middle of their partners? on the other hand, who prefers to focus on everyone else? → you’re definitely the one that’s bottoming most of the time, but since i see nat as someone who still enjoys being on the receiving end too, while lottie is more of a giver, i think it also wouldn’t be uncommon for nat to have you go down on her while lottie is fucking you from behind. maybe they’d also make you earn your orgasm by being a good girl and making both of them cum first :]

n = no; what’s off the table for each of them? → anything that reminds them of the wilderness. for nat that mostly means stuff like knives/blood, for lottie it’s that + any form of (body) worship.

o = overnight; what happens when they’re finished? do they like to turn in for the night, or do they stay up? → i think both of them are the type of person to stay up and talk after you’re done, but they tend to talk about different things. nat talks about random things, while lottie is more of a sap that talks about how much you both mean to her and how good you were.

p = place; where do they like to have sex? what’s a building/area that’s off limits for one reason or another? → i think the bedroom is just the most convenient place considering there’s three of you, and also because for lottie it adds to the intimacy, which is important to her like i already mentioned

q = quiet; do they like to have anything on in the background, or do they prefer silence? → i feel like lottie might be into some binaural beats type of shit playing in the background… but it’d be so quiet that you can barely hear it anyway

r = restraints; does anyone like bondage? who’s the one to tie them up? → they definitely both like tying you up!! i think nat also might enjoy getting tied up by lottie in the times when it’s just the two of them, but with you she prefers being the dominant one, so it’s not something you’ve done often

s = submission; who likes to submit? what are they like when they do, and what roles do the others assume? → they both like being dominant </3 lottie is usually gentle while nat is more rough with it, but i think she’d also enjoy ‘fighting’ for dominance with you. but if you expressed the desire to experiment and try something different they’d be up for it ofc

t = toys; are toys used? who uses them on who? → oh you know the lottienat strap game is insane… being on all fours for them so lottie can fuck you from behind while you’re sucking nat’s dick >.< or they’d take turns with you, fucking you until you can’t take it anymore

u = uniform; would they ever roleplay? if so, what’s the fantasy and dynamic? → hmm maybe it’s because it’s not a turn on for me personally but i also can’t see either of them being particularly into it either. if you DID do it tho, it’d still definitely be something based on a sub/dom power dynamic, like some teacher/student type of thing

v = voyeur; does anyone take pleasure in watching everyone else? → i think lottie would get a lot of pleasure out of watching you and nat, but i think they’d also definitely make you watch them and not be able to touch yourself as punishment if you’re being a brat

w = window; has anyone got an exhibitionist streak? what’s the closest they’ve come to getting caught? → both of them would find the idea of getting caught more annoying than arousing, so it’s a no for both. that’s more shauna’s thing hehe

x = x marks the spot; who knows their partners, and the way to get them in the mood, the best? → definitely lottie! she’s very analytical during sex, making sure she takes mental notes on what works best for both you and nat. nat also knows exactly how to drive you wild, but it’s based on instinct more than anything else

y = yours; what does dirty talk look like for them? → they have opposite approaches. nat would degrade you, call you a slut, lightheartedly make fun of you whenever you’d get really turned on from her teasing. lottie would call you a good girl, ask you if you’re going to be good for mommy, talk about how beautiful you are when they’re fucking you.

z = zealous; who’s most eager to please? you? 🤔

#🔞 — smut #nat scatorccio x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottienat #yellowjackets

[shaunamilfman]

Dating Jackie Taylor

pre-crash headcanons

nsfw mention

girl would make you drive her everywhere. you'd be like "doesn't shauna have a car?" and she'd pout and be like "it's not the sameeee". 

she likes to tease you so much. changes the radio station and is like "oh were you listening to that?". knocks your pen off the table and is like "you're so clumsy, baby". plays footsy with you under the table if she's sitting across from you or runs her fingers up your legs if you're sitting next to her. 

so so clingy. she'll get jealous of inanimate objects for holding your attention. picks the book your reading out of your hand and climb into your lap to cuddle instead. "it's like you don't even careeee" she'll whine. (she puts your bookmark in. don't worry, she's not an animal). you definitely won't get to read it for a while, though. 

she'd want to call you/want to be called the most ridiculous fucking nicknames man. she'd slip up in front of the team and you would be stuck getting called pooh bear for weeks before they let it go

Jackie def the type to be like "oh i don't want any fries" and you'd look away and she'd have eaten all of yours. she'd finish her Starbucks drink before yall even left the parking lot.

i feel like she would love getting gifts. she'd get so happy when you'd show up to pick her up with a coffee or like a snack or something. i think she'd love like mixtapes and stuff that show that you're thinking of her a lot. 

trying to include Shauna in hangouts because you're tired of being on the receiving end of her glares when you get too close to Jackie. 

"no I'm telling you she's plotting my death in her cunty little notebook". Jackie giggles and shakes her head. (Shauna's got a 7 step plan already) 

Jackie making a pep talk for the team and looking at you for support. "Yeah guys! go team!" you say unenthusiastically. Jackie rolls her eyes. 

laying on Jackie's bed with her head in your lap and playing with her hair. trying not to fall asleep as she drones on about strategy for the upcoming game. "are you still listening?" "yeah, totally. " 

finding her at her locker between classes to exchange some seriously hot gossip you heard in your science class. you don't really give a shit but you listen because you know she likes it. Jackie grinning and then running off to tell Shauna (who also doesn't care. poor Jackie.)

taking care of Jackie after she gets absolutely wasted after like one drink at a party. i feel like she's such a lightweight for some reason. running your fingers through her hair as she throws up later. having to leave early to take her home. (you usually got stuck being the DD) 

girl is such a little spoon. she loves laying in your arms. it makes her feel so warm and safe. 

Jackie is so small. i love the idea of putting her things on high shelves and making her pay the tax (kissing you) to get her things back. she'll pout so pretty but you valiantly remain strong. 

i feel like Jackie's such a pillow princess tbh. girly wouldn't lift a finger in the wilderness just like she wouldn't lift a finger to get you off. 

taking her side in arguments with the team and being like "girl wtf" afterwards. she's got to stop calling Nat a slut. it's getting tired at this point. 

big big romcom enjoyer. she'd definitely have like 3 favorites and make you watch them over and over again. I'd be surprised if you couldn't quote them word for word at this point. 

would lose her shit watching a horror movie. would definitely try to kiss you to distract you into turning it off. devious. 

anniversary dates would be extremely important to her. she'd bring it up for months if you forgot one. "happy seven months baby 🥰 🥰"

it doesn't come out til '99 but I desperately need to see Jackie's reaction to But I'm a Cheerleader. "it's easy to be a prude when you're not attracted to him". Jackie found dead

listens to music for vibes and not necessarily the lyrics.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #jackie taylor x reader

[abbyromanoff]

ok so it’s dark! gp nat x dark!reader both avengers and they kill someone on the team lol. they just laugh about it and kiss as they look at the dead body. nat always gets so turned on after they kill people so she just has her way with reader right there

Poor old Steve

Pairings: dark!g!p Natasha Romanoff x dark!reader

Summary: getting tired of seeing her ex friend flirt with you she takes matters into her own hands, but not without the help of her lovely fiancé.

Word count: 2,305k

Warnings: Dark fic, dark!Nat, dark!reader, killing, description of torture, knives and guns mentioned, smut, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, fucking against a wall, the words dead man used a lot

If you’re not comfortable with dark fics that involve torture, killing, and sex next to a dead body please do not read!!

No one is permitted to copy, steal, or reblog my fic as their own!!

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Nat watches from afar as Steve flirted with you, even if he knew the two of you were engaged he always took his chances. She got sick of just watching and went up to the two of you wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

“Steve, I see you’re still trying to talk up my fiancé.”

“And I see you’re still as overprotective as always.” He shoots back. The two used to be friends but when the two of them both liked you it was destined to end. Steve was still upset about the fact that she got you first and tried taking you away from her, even after telling him multiple times you’re only into women. Nat clenched her jaw as she was about to argue back only to be dragged away by you. You led her to your shared room and sat her down on the bed.

“What was that for? I already had everything I was going to say planned out, now he thinks he won.” She said with a hit of anger, she wasn’t mad at you but at Steve. How dare he continue to flirt with you and make you uncomfortable after you’ve already said no.

“Nat relax, if you continued you know he would’ve just ended up in the basement like everyone else.” It was true, every time she saw someone flirt with you they’d end up dead by the end of the week. It’s not like you were complaining, you liked that possessiveness she held over you but if she continued the cops would definitely be onto her. On multiple occasions the cops have knocked on your door asking if you’ve seen this person, even if you knew the two of you killed them last night you apologized and said you haven’t. You’ve had to move multiple times due to the cops coming too close to catching you both. At the moment you had a home downtown but had to stay at the compound for a bit due to mission and work.

“And is that such a bad thing?” “Of course not, but I’ve told you this multiple times, you have to wait a bit before you kill again.” You explained to the redhead. You knew she hated being wrong especially admitting that she is but it’s different with you.

“You’re right I know. It’s just hard when everyone wants to take what’s mine.” You smiled at her jealousy over you. That night was spent passionately fucking one another while she tried to get you as loud as you could so she could prove to Steve that you’re hers.

When you woke up you were greeted with little kisses out along your face. You giggled and tried to push her away which only resulted in her on top of you and kissing your neck as well. You both knew you had to get up eventually so you did, getting ready and packing up your things to head home. Saying goodbye to everyone you both left, getting into her car and driving off. When you returned home you told Nat you were going food shopping and that you’ll be back. While you were gone Nat took out her tools in the basement and cleaned them, getting them prepared for her next victim. Walking out in the rain she opened up the trunk and dragged the unconscious man into the lower floor. Sitting him down in a chair she tied him up all around to make sure he couldn’t get out, usually she wouldn’t spend as much time on this part but he had super strength so she had to be careful. She waited and waited until he finally woke up and looked around, seeing his scared face made her smile.

“I told you time and time again Steve, don’t touch my fiancé. And what did you do? You still flirted and touched up on her when she clearly didn’t want you to.” She was growing angrier the more she spoke, thinking about all the times he flirted with you. Hearing the door open and a ‘Babe I’m home’ Steve thought that you’d come to save him, he didn’t realize you were just as psychotic as Nat.

Nat yelled back up to you “Down here!” And the blonde man only grew more confused. Why would she tell you where she was if he’s right here tied up?

Putting the bags down you went downstairs to see what Nat was doing, not realizing that she earlier had drugged the man and put him in the back of your car. When you opened the door and saw Steve sitting there you just let out a small sigh and looked towards Nat.

“I thought I told you to wait till our next kill. And you could’ve at least told me, I would’ve helped.” You saw realization set on Steve’s face, you were a killer just like Nat.

She brought you to her by your hips and held you close, “I know but I couldn’t wait, plus I saved the best part for the both of us.” You couldn’t be mad at her. Your cute moment was ruined by the victim tossing and turning in his chair, trying his best to get out. You both looked over and shared a laugh at his attempts, admiring the way your fiancé tied him up so well that he couldn’t escape. Walking over to the man you grabbed a weapon of your choosing and spun it around in your hands. He was clearly trying to say something under his gag so you removed it and let him say what was on his mind. He breathed in as much air as he could, being limited to it before.

“Y/N, you’re not like this I know it! Whatever Nat did to make you do this can be fixed-“ Nat wouldn’t let him continue as she harshly put the rag back in his mouth, not wanting to hear the rest of what he was going to say. It was true though, before you and Nat dated you could’ve never imagined hurting a person. But once you saw Nat killing a man without any remorse you were fascinated. Instead of fearing the woman you asked her to teach you some of her own skills and you both went to work. It was more of a stress reliever to you, getting to take out your frustration on someone was relaxing. Nat adored watching you kill, it turned her on to the max. The first time you did your own solo kill she video taped it and still watches it over to this day. Watching the way you handle them so aggressively made her want to take you then and there.

“Sweetheart, would you like to take care of this one?” She asked as she put her hands on your hips from behind. You turned your head slightly to face her and answered her question.

“I think it’s best if we both do, I know how much you hate him and I want to get back at him for being so mean to you.” You gave a small pout when mentioning the man’s rudeness to Nat. She nodded in agreement and grabbed one of her tools as well, deciding between a knife, gun or wrench. She saw the knife in your hands and decided on using the gun. Walking back over to where you stood she muttered into your ear “Shall we get started?”

The next hour was spent torturing the man. Nat first shot him in the knee as you left little cuts and stab wounds all over his body. He was crying in agony as you both occasionally danced and laughed over his pain. At one point you even stopped to slow dance a bit while listening to his screams as a source of music. Once you two had your fun you both held the trigger and shot him in the head, finally killing him. Nat had made him watch as she made out with you right before ending his life and continuing even after he was gone. Lifting you up onto the table holding the weapons she still held your lips on her own. Her tongue licked at your lips asking to be let in, which you granted her. She snuck her hands into your pants as she played with the lace on your underwear, begging to just rip it off. She moved her head down to your neck as you played with her hair, staring at the body laying only a few feet from you.

“Seeing you do that to him just, turns me on so much.” She breathed into your neck while placing hickey’s in multiple different places. She pictured you stabbing the man once again getting harder as time goes on, she doesn’t know how she had enough self control to not fuck you right in front of a body before but she’s glad she is now. Grabbing the knife on the table to used it to cut up your shirt, making you gasp.

“Nat! That was my favorite shirt!” “I’ll buy you a new one.” Came her raspy voice that you loved so dearly. She ripped off your bra and manhandled your breasts, pinching your nipples along the way. You moaned in response to her abuse on your tits, you loved when she was rough with you, when she’d throw you around and treat you like a piece of meat. She lowered herself and took off your pants, licking you through your underwear.

“You want my mouth on you baby?” When you nodded she gave a slap to your thigh and continued speaking, “Words princess, I want to hear you beg for me to lick you up.”

Giving her what she wanted you pleaded her to eat you out. “Please Nat! I want to feel you tongue all over me, want you to make me cum all over your face. Please I’m begging you Natty, make me feel good!” She groaned and gave you exactly what you wanted. Ripping your underwear in half she threw it to the side and gave a long lick to your folds. She moved her tongue fast all over your pussy trying to savor every bit of you. She sucked on your clit and teased your entrance with her finger. She made eye contact with you as she slowly slid in her finger while continuing to play with your clit. You threw your head back feeling as if you would cum any second now.

She removed her mouth from your clit to speak, “Look at me baby, look at the way I’m fucking you.” Doing what she said you looked down trying to keep your eyes from closing. She stared into your eyes as she inserted another finger, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. You could hear your juices as she sped up in pace. Feeling your orgasm approaching you tried warning her, pushing her off of you to no avail.

“Can’t take anymore Nat! I’m gonna cum!” You yelled into the almost empty room. She stopped her sucking for a moment to speak once again, “Come on Y/N, cum for me! Cum all over my fingers and mouth.” She said in a moan going back to her previous action in a desperate pace. She needed you to cum for her, she needed to taste you. Feeling you clench around her fingers she let you ride out your high, slowly removing them once you were ready. Coming back up to meet you eye to eye she sucked the taste of you off her finger as if it was her last meal, exaggerated moans leaving her enclosed lips. She made you gag on her other finger, having you taste yourself. You stared at her while sucking, batting your eye lashes to seem innocent. She quickly removed herself from your mouth and picked you up, carrying you to the wall right next to the body of your old friend that you almost forgot about. She took out her painfully hard cock and ran it against your pussy lips, feeling your warmth from the slightest touch. She rubbed her cock over your core until she couldn’t take it anymore, sticking her length into your pussy she closed her eyes as your warm walls wrapped around her instantly. She slowly slid herself into you until there was no more left to take. Starting at a normal pace she basked in your whimpers and moans, using them as encouragement to go faster. She swallowed your noises with her mouth as she sloppily made out with you, trying to distract you from the slight pain. She took one hand to turn your head while the other helped hold you up.

When she turned your head you were greeted with the cold body in your eye sight. “See that? That’s what happens when someone try’s to take you away from me, they end up dead.” Her possessiveness only made you clench around her, feeling this she let out a loud moan.

“Gonna cum if you keep doing detka.” She said with her head leaned down onto your chest. She sucked your nipple as if milk was going to come out. Feeling herself getting closer to release the faster she went she tried bringing you as much pleasure as she could so you’d come with her. She didn’t get to speak as spurts of cum started to come out, your own orgasm was triggered and you finished all over her cock. You both stayed there, you cockwarming her and her holding you up still. You were the first one to break the silence, looking over at the blonde headed man you asked, “How the hell are we supposed to get away with this one?”

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Wait, What? 2

Bucky x pregnant reader, Avengers x reader (platonic) 

A/N: A little back story for you and Bucky + the birth of baby Barnes! Did I throw away all my wips to write a quick part two of this? Yes, yes I did. Did anyone ask for this? Nah. Thank you to  @slutforsexyseabass  for the original concept and @xcaptain-winterx​ for sparking this idea for me, I live for this au.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, swearing, pregnancy

Word count: 3.1k 

Part 3?

You woke up, feeling like you were by a furnace, your husband’s thick arm slung around your growing tummy. Bucky stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer to him as best as he could in the small hospital bed. You smiled, kissing his forehead softly before gently wiggling out of his hold, not wanting to wake him. The team sat around the waiting room, grinning as you took a seat beside them. Steve handed you a steaming mug of your favourite chamomile tea which you always drank each night when you lived at the compound.

“You guys waited here?” You hummed at the way the tea relaxed your nerves; you had been on edge ever since Bucky had been taken to the hospital.

“Obviously,” Nat sassed, pulling your hand to inspect the ring that sat on your finger, “He definitely has taste” she grinned, admiring the simple gold band with a round cut diamond and two smaller diamonds on either side.

“I mean we can see that, given his taste in women,” Tony smirked, still trying to wrap his head around how you had not only dated Bucky for 4 years but been married to him for 2.  “Also, you still have to explain so much, how did this even start, Mrs. Barnes”

“Yup, I’m curious too” Steve smiled, shaking his head thinking about every time Bucky took a detour during their jogs, assuming he just needed alone time, clearly not.

You giggled, “I’m really sorry you guys had to find out this way, we wanted to tell you closer to the due date.  It’s been killing him, having to hide everything from all you”

“Don’t sweat it, now spill”

4 years ago

2:50 am

You groaned in your bed, tossing and turning for a good four hours before accepting sleep would never come. Now you were just bored waiting for the hours to pass by. You scrolled through you phone landing on a muffin recipe; you weren’t accomplishing anything in bed right now anyway. You made your way down to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes as they landed on a beefy broody figure sitting at the kitchen counter. His long hair covered his face as he sipped on some coffee, his body tensing as you entered the kitchen.

You knew Bucky was having a hard time adjusting, usually locked away in his room, only leaving if he was by Steve’s side. You decided not to say anything, letting him drink his coffee while you pulled out the ingredients you needed for the muffins. Bucky watched you curiously, relaxing a little when you didn’t try to talk to him. You were in your own little world, flitting around the kitchen, measuring and mixing, placing liners in the muffin pan before pouring the batter in. You sat at the counter across from him, scrolling on your phone waiting for the oven timer to go off.

Bucky wasn’t one to look at women, he wasn’t Bucky from the 40’s anymore. Still, he couldn’t help sneaking a few glances as you sat across from him, your messy bed head, your over sized t-shirt with a faded picture of Minnie mouse, your tired eyes, the way your nose scrunched when you giggled at whatever your were watching. He appreciated that you hadn’t tried to bother him, giving him his space; he hadn’t felt this comfortable with anyone else other than Steve.

You got up from the stool as the oven dinged, grabbing the hot muffins and placing them on a cooling rack. You wordlessly pushed one in front of Bucky, setting the rest away in a container for the team in the morning before heading back to your room. It was the best fucking thing he ever ate.

It started becoming a regular occurrence; you’d bake while Bucky sat and drank his coffee or read a book. You had your first conversation after he mumbled a quiet thank you, trying his best not to moan, biting into the chocolate chip muffin. “I- uh, these are so good” You froze, surprised he continued talking, hiding your shock with a soft smile. “So so good”

“Thank you James” You giggled as he inhaled the muffin in less than 2 bites. “Call me Bucky”

Over the next few months, your night time conversations became something you continued in each other’s arms at when everyone else was asleep. Bucky would sneak in and out of your room, whispering sweet nothings, falling asleep peacefully, relishing in the warmth of your bare skin wrapped against his. You noticed a change in him after your first night together as he stroked your hair, his mind tormented as he stared at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I love you doll” Bucky looked at you with glassy eyes, his heart racing as he rolled on top of you letting his body weight rest on you. “I love you so much”

You kissed his forehead, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks as his lip trembled. “I love you too Bucky, so so much, what’s wrong baby”

Bucky let out a shaky breath, resting his forehead on yours. Falling in love with you was not something he anticipated, and being with you meant people after him would now target you as well.

“I- fuck- we can’t be together doll, I won’t live with myself if something happens to you because of me”

You sat up shaking your head, holding his face firmly in your hands making him look at you. “I don’t care, I love you”

“Baby, its too danger-

“No. Do you love me?”

“More than anything y/n, you’re my everything babydoll”

“And you’re mine. I love you James”

You’d both decided to keep the relationship a secret, only interacting with each other on missions when necessary. He knew he wanted to marry you right then and there.

2 years later in Louisiana

You both walked hand in hand by the lake, giggling over the latest excuse Bucky had given Sam and Steve to sneak away so he could be with you instead. It wasn’t really difficult, he gave them a grumpy stare until they left, giggling like a school boy afterwards when he texted you to meet him by the pier. You watched the sunset, as your arms wrapped around his waist, your head resting on his chest. His heart beat was erratic but he gazed at you with calm blue eyes.

“Y/n”

“mm?”

He closed his eyes resting his forehead on yours, taking a deep breath before taking your hand in his, getting down on one knee.

“Um, I- I’m not great with words but you make my heart complete y/n. You’ve been my light, my absolute everything, I never felt like I belonged here, in this time or deserved this kind of love but you changed all of th-that,” Bucky’s voice cracked as you choked out a sob, clinging onto his hand. He chuckled, struggling to hold back tears himself.

“Baby, if you cry, I’ll start crying,” Bucky sniffled as you whimpered, nodding for him to continue. “I love you so much, y/n”

“Even when I first wake up?”

Bucky chuckled nodding his head, “Especially when you first wake up with your messy bed head” “Even if I steal all your sweaters?”

“I want to run out of sweaters because you keep taking them”

You giggled between sobs, as Bucky pulled out a small black velvet box with a beautiful golden ring.

“Y/n y/l/n, I promise baby I’ll protect you for as long as I breathe, I’ve wanted this for so long. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

You flung your arms around Bucky, knocking him over as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you. He slipped the ring on your finger, peppering your face with kisses all over, “Let’s get married tomorrow? Right here?” You sat up, butterflies erupting in your tummy with excitement.

“How Buck?”

“I’ll figure it out, say yes baby; I don’t want to marry you anywhere else”

The soft white material of your wedding dress flowed in the breeze as you stood hand in hand with Bucky, in front of the wedding officiant, the same sweet elderly man who worked at the floral shop you got your bouquet from. Your hair was in soft waves eyes glistening looking at your gorgeous soon to be husband in his black suit. You whispered your vows to each other, exchanging your rings, kissing each other sweetly, excited to start your life together.  

4 months ago 

“Fuck baby, right there Bucky”

You whined under him as his hips rocked into you, struggling to keep your moans low. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, desperate to feel all of him after he came from a particularly long mission away from you. As soon as everyone was asleep, he was in your room, clothes thrown on the floor, no teasing, nothing separating you. You spread your legs for him as he lay on top of you, pushing his cock in, stretching you perfectly every time.

“Needed this babygirl, needed this so fucking bad” Bucky moaned into your neck, his arms wrapped around you holding you close to him. He wanted to make love to you slowly, feel every inch of your skin, breathe in your scent. “I missed you so much”

“I-I love you” You held his face in your hands, kissing him deeply, swallowing his moans as his thrusts sped up.

“Just like that baby, James please” Buck groaned feeling the way you fluttered around his cock, your nails clawing down his back desperate to be as close to him as possible. He pinned your hands against the bed, grinding his cock into you making you cry out as your came undone under him. “Fuck I love you, I love you” Your walls squeezed and milked his cock, making it difficult for him to move.

“I love you too baby, so fucking much” His forehead rested on yours as he started to feel his climax build, “Baby, fuck you feel so good” He bit own on your shoulder to keep from  moaning loudly, stilling as he spilled his cum into you, not bothering to pull out.

3 weeks later

You stared at the ceiling as Bucky lay beside you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Y/n?”

He looked up at you, your eyes looking off into the distance, as his hand cupped your face to look at him. You wanted this more than anything but you never discussed anything and you didn’t know how Bucky would take it.

“What’s on your mind baby?” You shook your head, hoping to avoid the conversation but Bucky persisted. “y/n? You swallowed thickly, your eyes stinging with tears unsure of how to get the words out. “You’re scaring me baby, tell me what’s wrong”

You silently took his hand, pressing it on your tummy, blinking up at him. Bucky looked at you for a moment before sitting up wide eyed.

“Are you…?”

“I’m pregnant”

His blue eyes sparkled as he moved to your tummy, kissing you all over, nuzzling his face in, holding you close.

“I’m going to be a dad?” His voice was muffled as he kept his face there, buried in your tummy.

You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks as Bucky smiled at you with excitement, snuggling into your stomach, sniffling, whispering sweet nothings while you carded your fingers through his hair.

“You’re okay with this Buck?”

Bucky nodded, crawling up to kiss every inch of your face, his body shaking with excitement. You’d shown him love, purpose, everything he could ever dream of and now you were giving him a family.

“More than okay babygirl, thank you, you’ve given me everything”

Present

“And that’s that!” You smiled, watching Steve reach for a box of tissues, passing it around the team as they quickly tried their faces, pretending nothing happened. Except Sam who hiccupped a few times before getting his sobs under control. “Now Bucky comes over when he has time and-

“You’re moving back to the compound now, no if’s, ands or buts” Tony stated, uninterested in any possible excuse you could think of.

“Tony, I can’t-

“Look, we’ll make your room and Bucky’s room into 1 unit. There will be more than enough space for you both and the baby and if you need more than that, we’ll kick capsicle to the next floor and you guys will have the entire area to yourselves”

“But Fury-

“Can suck it” Sam stated, “C’mon, just move back y/n”

“I still have my desk job-

“Fuck that, your job is with us. You have what, 5 months left till your due date?” You nodded and Tony thought for a moment. “Give me a week to get the room ready, Manchurian candidate should be discharged by then and you can move in. Just come back, it’ll be better for you and Barnes can stop pretending to go on jogs just to see you. He walks around like a kicked puppy when Sam decides to tag along and now it makes sense”

You threw your arms around Tony, not wasting another second.

“Okay”

5 months later

“C’mon baby, push, you can do it”

Bucky held your hand as you screamed, searing hot pain shooting through your body as you struggled to push. You gasped; your body exhausted having struggled for the past hour.

“I-I can’t” Your head fell back, tears and sweat pouring down your face. Bucky placed his metal hand on your forehead, stroking your hair as you cried out.  

“You can babygirl, almost there, just a bit more”

“It hurts, it fucking hurts Bucky” You whimpered, your body feels like it was being torn open.

“I know angel, almost there”

Your chest heaved as your blood pressure started to drop. Bucky’s eyes stung with tears seeing you in so much pain, looking to Dr.Cho as she checked on you. “You’re doing good y/n, breath in and one big push, almost there”

“You can do it mama, I love you, I love you so much” You screamed out, grasping Bucky’s metal hand, pushing as best as you could, pressure radiating through the lower half of your body.

“That’s the head y/n, keep doing, give me one more” Dr. Cho nodded at you as you took a few deep breathes before pushing again. The sounds of crying filled the room as she placed your baby on your chest. You cradled your tiny son while Bucky cried beside you, kissing you, completely in love with his little baby, his heart completely full. Dr. Cho momentarily took your little one away to clean him up leaving you and Bucky together.

“So proud of you babydoll, I’m so proud of you, you did so good, so fucking good” He kissed your forehead as you leaned against him exhausted, closing your eyes.

“I love you James”

“I love you mama”

Dr. Cho came back, a tiny bundle in her hands. You cradled you baby in your arms, kissing his tiny chubby face. You looked at Bucky, nodding as he hesitated for a moment, taking his son in his arms, cradling him, tears welling in his eyes. “He’s so small”. You smiled at the way Bucky’s huge arms engulfed the baby, making it almost difficult to see he was carrying anything.

“I can’t believe he’s here” Bucky sniffled, kissing his son’s tiny forehead as he sat down beside you, rocking him. Bucky peppered your face with gentle kisses, nuzzling against you, still in shock. “We didn’t talk about names doll”

You giggled, snuggling closer to Bucky as you traced your finger over your sons tiny nose, little pouty lips and a full head of hair, a dark chestnut brown just like his dad’s. “I thought of a name”

Bucky looked at you curiously as you whispered the name you picked. He looked at you, tears brimming his eyes again, “It’s perfect y/n-are you sure doll?”

“After my favourite people” You pulled Bucky down, kissing his nose before taking your son back in your arms.

“How are you feeling, up for some visitors?” Dr. Cho smiled at you as she walked through the door with Steve, Tony, Sam and Nat following behind, with balloons, flowers and gifts in tow. You giggled at the giant floral arrangement Tony set beside you, along with a basket filled with baby clothes.

“I had these made myself” Tony grinned as Bucky picked up a tiny black onesie; the left sleeve dark grey with tiny gold accents resembling Bucky’s arm. A picture of two tiny silver dog tags resembling a chain was printed on the front. Bucky snorted seeing a tiny iron man onesie with a matching bib that said Ironman is the best.  “There’s more in your room, we just couldn’t bring all the presents down here” Tony and Thor had custom vibranium and Asgardian baby toys made; keeping in mind the baby would likely have Bucky’s strength early on. Peter had bought a mini library of baby books. Bruce had patented a baby formula specially made for the tiny super soldier.

“Guys, you didn’t have to-

“Shh, yes we did”

Sam placed a soft white wolf and falcon plushie on your lap, grinning at the tiny bundle sleeping in your arms. Nat brought you your favourite bath salts and bubble bath along with a little teddy bear that had a t-shirt with “I love my Aunty Nat” embroidered on the front. Steve held two giant teddy bears that were nearly the size of him, one in a Captain America suit, the other in a black leather jacket with a plush metal arm, along with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The team stood around you cooing at the tiny bundle in your arms.

“So did we decide on a name yet? I heard the name Anthony is pretty popular these days” Tony smirked as Nat groaned smacking his arm. You looked at Bucky before nodding, turning to everyone.

“Meet our son, Steven Grant James Barnes”

Steve gasped, tears welling in his eyes, wiping them away poorly as more continued to spill. His voice cracked as he spoke, hardly above a whisper, “Y-you named him after me?” Bucky nodded, hugging his friend, the one person he had for family before he met you or the team.

“Do you want to hold him?” You smiled as Steve sniffled, taking the tiny bundle in his arms.

“Hey little guy, it’s your Uncle Steve” He cooed, his thumb tracing over the baby’sf features. “U-uncle St-Steve will always protect y-you”. He choked out a sob looking at the tiny baby that was a perfect mix of you and Bucky.

“Actually we wanted to ask you something else”

Steve looked at you both curiously, stuttering ad he spoke “W-what p-punk?”

“Would you- will you be the god father?”

Steve hiccuped a few times before nodding, his body trembling, holding your son close to his chest.

“Alright enough, time for the fun uncle, Uncle Steve needs a moment to get it together” Sam smirked, discreetly wiping his face before picking up the baby, rocking him in his arms, smiling “Hey little man, Steve Junior. You’re gonna have lots of fun with Uncle Sam, I’ll teach you how to fly, I’ll teach you how to throw your uncles shield, we can steal daddy’s arm together ”

“Hey! Steal the shield, leave my arm out of this Tweety bird”

“Yeah, that’s enough, Aunty Nat’s turn” Natasha squealed at the little baby in her arms, blinking away tears, feeling unexpectedly emotional. “Fat”

“Best for last obviously” Tony grinned, looking at the little baby in awe, “Worlds first baby super soldier, Uncle Tony is going to give you the coolest gadgets, and take you to cool parties and buy you everything you want and then you’ll forget all about crying Uncle Steve, flying Uncle Sam and mean Aunty Nat”

“Hey y/n?” Sam smiled at you sheepishly, holding your hand, attempting the same puppy pout Bucky used to get everything he wanted. “When will you bake muffins again?”

You burst out laughing as Tony handed the baby over to Bucky before smacking Sam upside the head.

You snuggled against Bucky, falling asleep as the team continued to take turns passing around the little bundle. Bucky gently wrapped his arms around you as best as he could, the coolness of his metal arm soothing you.

“Baby, you gave me everything”

It was perfect.

Everything was perfect.

Part 3

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If You Met Me First - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Warrant Officer!Reader (Callsign: Echo)

Word Count: 3.0k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warning: Confession of Feelings; Seemingly One-Sided Feelings; 'In Love with Someone Already in a Relationship' Trope; Bar Fight; Physical Fight; Threats of Violence; Not Healthy Relationship Dynamics; Jealousy; OC Boyfriend of Reader; Rooster Isn't Innocent Either; Female Reader with Callsign (Echo)

Summary: Rooster confessed to Echo that he was in love with her before the mission. One minor problem: she has a boyfriend.

A.N. This was inspired by "If You Met Me First" by Eric Ethridge, if y'all wanted to set the mood while reading this.

Part 2

Master List

Rooster leaned on the standing table on the edge of the Hard Deck, staring over at Echo in the corner. The warrant officer, who also just happened to be the love of Rooster’s life, was chatting with her boyfriend, Luke, who came to visit her after the Dagger Squad was officially stationed in Miramar for the foreseeable future.

“Stop looking at her like that, or he’s really going to knock your lights out,” Phoenix warned Rooster, keeping her voice low. “I’m serious, Bradshaw.”

Rooster broke his stare at Echo and turned to Phoenix, who shot him a knowing look in return. Rooster let out a light scoff and shook his head at her before reaching for his beer.

“Stop fucking around with her,” Phoenix continued, not letting it go. Not with that look in Rooster’s eye. “She’s in a relationship. With another guy. Not you.”

“I’m aware, Nat,” Rooster huffed, taking an aggressive swig of his beer.

“Evidently not.”

Phoenix glanced over at Luke and Echo, studying their interaction for a moment, before turning back to Rooster. Her gaze hardened a bit. She was growing tired of having this conversation over and over again with Rooster. The man wasn’t going to lose hope. Phoenix wasn’t even convinced that Echo actually getting married officially would. Not really.

Look at Maverick and Penny. The tenacity was in Rooster’s blood.

“You’re lucky that he hasn’t knocked your front teeth out for telling Echo that you’re in love with her.”

“You know that she told him?” Rooster asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

“It’s Echo. Of course, she told him. You know how much she values honesty,” Phoenix muttered, shaking her head at Rooster.

“I was just being honest. We all thought that we weren’t coming back from that mission,” Rooster doubled down, even if it made him into a bigger asshole. “I don’t regret telling her how I feel before the mission. I don’t.”

“And how would you react to some other guy telling your girlfriend that he was in love with her?” Phoenix countered, causing Rooster to look away. “Exactly. So, drop it.”

“I really do appreciate the reminder,” Rooster muttered, kicking at the ground.

“Rooster, you . . .”

Phoenix trailed off when she spotted Luke and Echo in the middle of a disagreement. Fanboy and Bob, who had been sitting with them earlier, seemed to have slipped away to the bar to get refills, leaving Luke and Echo by themselves. Luke was clearly agitated and Echo was trying to calm him down, but she seemed to be failing at that.

Because Luke stood up from the table and started stalking over to Rooster with a fairly murderous expression on his face.

“Oh shit,” Phoenix cursed, straightening up.

Rooster, however, maintained a sense of calm and stood at his full height when Luke reached him. Luke was fairly well built, but Rooster did have a bit of a height advantage between them, which only seemed to stoke Rooster’s own ego and ignite Luke’s fury.

“Can I help you?” Rooster asked sarcastically, squaring his shoulders.

“Luke,” Echo called, hurrying after her boyfriend. “Stop it. Now.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Luke replied, instantly causing Rooster’s blood to boil. “I just have to ask him one little question and then we can go.”

“Luke, this isn’t funny,” Echo demanded, grabbing his arm. “Let’s just go home.”

“Did you tell her that you loved her?” Luke snapped, ripping his arm out of Echo’s grip. “Back before this ridiculous mission that you all worked on. Did you tell her that you loved her?”

“Whoa, whoa, fellas,” Hangman drawled, sauntering over.

He wore an amused smile, but it was clear by the glint in his eyes that he wasn’t playing around. He could sniff a bar fight brewing between Luke and Rooster and he was quite sure that it was going to be a fight to the death. And, so, the best thing for everyone was to prevent a fight from breaking out in the first place.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Because the second that Penny glances over here, she’s going to throw both of you out on your asses,” Hangman continued, gesturing over at the bar.

“Yes, thank you, Hangman,” Echo spoke up, grabbing Luke’s arm again. “Which is why we should just home, Luke.”

“Do not escalate this,” Phoenix warned Rooster. “They’ll pull your wings if you get in a fight.”

“Come on, let’s go,” Echo tried again, tugging on Luke’s arm. “Please, Luke.”

“Don’t play so fucking innocent,” Luke snapped, rounding on Echo. “I saw the way that you look at him.”

“Don’t fucking yell at her,” Rooster demanded, coming to Echo’s defense.

“Bradley, I don’t need—” Echo told him, which only set Luke off again.

“—Why do you call him by his first name, but not anyone else here?” Luke countered, causing Echo to frown slightly.

“Why did you even come here if you were just going to yell at me the whole time?”

“Because I’m trying to fight for our relationship, which you seem to have given up on. Because he,” Luke jabbed a finger in Rooster’s direction, “told you that he loved you and you got all fucking confused because you like him and you just won’t admit to it.”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?” Echo replied, standing up for herself. “And you know what? He did. But I turned him down and told him that I just thought about him as a friend because I was committed to our relationship. And if that’s not good enough for you, I don’t know what you want me to do. I can’t control what other people do.”

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you have zero feelings for him,” Luke demanded, gesturing over at Rooster.

“That’s fucking ridiculous—”

“—Do you love him?” Luke interjected, causing Echo to glance over at Rooster. “Do you love him?”

“I don’t love him,” Echo replied, her tone and expression completely unconvincing. And the glance that she shot in Rooster’s direction all but sealed the deal.

Luke, his assumptions confirmed, whirled to face Rooster again with his fist clenched. And, in seemingly slow motion, he raised his fist, about to swing to break Rooster’s nose. But luckily, for Rooster’s sake, Hangman was faster than Luke.

And that was when chaos broke out.

Hangman all but tackled Luke to the ground to prevent him from swinging at Rooster, which immediately alerted the bar to the ruckus, if they weren’t already. Echo was about to step in to try and get Luke to stop but Fanboy, who she knew for the longest time, came up behind her and dragged her away from the scene before she could get hurt.  

Phoenix yelled at Rooster to stay back as Coyote ran over to help out Hangman with Luke. The bell rung and Maverick arrived at the scene with Payback right behind him. Bob hurried around Maverick to help Phoenix with Rooster while Maverick diffused the situation.

“Stop, or we’ll call the fucking cops,” Maverick warned Luke, who simply glared up at him. “Are you alright, Hangman? Coyote?”

“Not my first bar fight,” Hangman returned, keeping a tight hold on Luke.

“You’re all such fucking sell outs,” Luke cursed, glaring up and around at the Dagger Squad. “If any of you were in my position, you would understand where I’m coming from.”

“That’s no reason to throw a punch and start a bar fight. Talk it out like adults. And you owe Echo an apology for your conduct,” Maverick scolded Luke. “Are you alright, Echo?”

Maverick, the rest of the Dagger Squad, and Luke glanced up for any sign of the warrant officer, but Echo was nowhere to be found. And neither was Fanboy. Bradley looked around frantically for any sign of Echo when Payback cut through the tension.

“I’m going to make a call,” Payback stated, pulling out his phone and stepping away.

“Take him outside,” Maverick snapped, gesturing for Hangman and Coyote to throw Luke out onto the sand for starting a bar fight. As Hangman and Coyote dragged Luke away, Maverick rounded on Rooster, who was still tense. “What the fuck is going on, Bradley? Telling Echo that you’re in love with her? What were you even thinking?”

Rooster opened his mouth to speak, but Maverick quickly cut him off with a wave of his finger.

“Don’t you dare,” Maverick warned Rooster, serious.

“It was right before the mission,” Rooster mumbled out as Bob and Phoenix finally released him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Maverick sighed, rubbing his face tiredly.

“I heard from Fanboy. He took Echo to a safe place,” Payback announced to the remaining Dagger Squad. “But he’s not saying where that is.”

“To me, you mean?” Rooster guessed, causing Payback to shoot him a look.

“Who else?” Payback replied, somewhat coldly. “I’m going to meet them with the rest of their stuff.”

Payback walked off as Hangman and Coyote returned from outside, having deposited Luke onto the sand, and made sure that he left on his own accord. Rooster slumped down into his seat, holding his head in his hand, as the rest of the Dagger Squad stared at each other.

“Shots?” Hangman suggested nonchalantly, earning an immediate smack on the arm from Phoenix.

~~~~~

On Monday, the Dagger Squad reported for duty like normal. But the dynamics were clearly off.

Fanboy spent the duration of their classroom time glaring holes into Rooster’s head. Phoenix seemed to still be on Rooster’s side on things, but more on a technicality than anything else. It was clear that she still thought that he was an idiot. Payback, who knew Echo through Fanboy, also focused on glaring at Rooster with his WSO.

But the most startling difference was the fact that Echo wasn’t standing beside Hondo like normal.

It ate away at Rooster for the entirety of the day, until he found his boots leading him towards the offices. Passing various personnel, Rooster burst into Maverick’s office without so much as a preamble knock.

“Bradley, what—”

“—Where did Echo go?” Rooster asked, causing Maverick to sigh.

“Bradley—”

“—Please, Mav,” Rooster begged, sounding desperate.

Maverick slowly looked up at his godson. Frankly, with all the escapades that Maverick had during his life, he was really not in any position to criticize Rooster for his choices. But Maverick knew better than to mess with an existing relationship. Hell, he attended Penny’s wedding, even if he felt like someone was repeatedly punching him in the gut through the whole ceremony.

But seeing just how desperate and quietly broken up Rooster seemed to be about it, Maverick relented.

“She asked for a transfer. Filed the paperwork with Cyclone and it got approved immediately. She’s no longer part of the Dagger Squad. Not officially, anyways.”

“What?” Rooster breathed out, feeling his heart crawl up his throat. “Where is she going?”

“I don’t know, Brad. Really, I don’t. But, you should—”

Before Maverick could finish speaking, Bradley had already turned and ran out of the office. Glancing at his watch, Rooster ran through scenarios in his mind and sprinted faster through base with a set destination in mind. He spotted Fanboy and Bob walking out of their specific WSO training and made a beeline over to them.

“Fanboy!”

The WSO in question turned at the sound of his callsign, but immediately frowned when he spotted Rooster running over to him. It seemed that he still wasn’t a fan of Rooster after the shenanigans from the weekend. Bob and Fanboy shared a look before Rooster finally stopped in front of them. Though he was a little out of breath, Rooster quickly got to the point.

“Echo’s transferring?”

“Yes, she is. Because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut,” Fanboy snapped, causing Rooster’s chest to cave in just a little more.

“Where is she transferring to?”

“I’m not telling you,” Fanboy replied defensively. “You’ve put her through enough.”

“I know I have, okay!?” Rooster yelled out, probably a bit louder than he intended. “And now I’m trying to fix it before she runs off and I never see her again!” Breathing rapidly, Rooster took a step closer to Fanboy, who continued to glare at him. “Please, Fanboy. I just . . . I just need to tell her that I’m sorry. I need the last moment that I see her to not be her crying because of me . . . okay?”

Fanboy stared evenly up at Rooster for a long moment. He noted the dark circles under Rooster’s eyes, the slightly fidgety way that he stood. The way that his breathing was still rapid and uneven. He looked like he was in rough shape and rightfully so, in Fanboy’s personal opinion.

But Fanboy never liked Luke and after what Echo confessed to him last night, he wavered for a moment.

“Her flight leaves in a little over an hour. Terminal 2. If you’re fast enough, you might be able to make it to see her before she leaves.”

“Thanks, Fanboy, I—”

“—Move, dumbass! You don’t have time!” Fanboy yelled, gesturing towards the parking lot. “What the hell are you waiting for? Go!”

And without another word, Rooster turned and sprinted off.

~~~~~

Echo was sitting by her gate, just scrolling on her phone. She had been texting back and forth with her mom, updating her on her flight so that she could pick her up from the airport, when she saw a familiar mustache hurrying down the hall.

With her heart nearly beating out her chest, Echo stood up from her seat and stared down Bradley, who seemed to instinctively feel her gaze on him. Still dressed in his flight suit, Rooster spun around to see Echo.

Calmer now that he found her before her plane started boarding, Rooster walked over to Echo, a softer expression on his face. Echo wrapped her arms around herself and stared up at Bradley, trying to keep up a face of calm.

“Hey,” Rooster breathed out, stopping in front of her.

“Hey,” Echo returned, just as awkwardly.

Rooster opened his mouth to speak, but he seemed to immediately lose his train of thought. Breathing in and out rapidly, Rooster stared down at the ground for a moment. Finally turning back to Echo, Rooster seemed to finally find the words.

“I just needed you to know . . . that I’m sorry,” Rooster replied softly, causing Echo to nod. “I . . . I didn’t mean to confuse you and I didn’t mean to put you in that position.” Echo nodded slowly, pursing her lips together nervously. “It was my fault. And I’m sorry, Echo. I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you,” Echo spoke softly. She glanced down at the ground before turning back to Rooster. “I’m sorry about Luke.”

“Don’t apologize for him. He’s responsible for his own actions,” Rooster stated, causing Echo to nod slowly. “He left you alone, right?”

“He left me a nasty voicemail and sent me a video of him with some other woman, so I’m pretty sure that’s over and done with,” Echo replied quietly, not looking that broken up about it. “I . . . we made it work for a lot longer than we should have. I should have broken up with him a long time ago.”

“I . . .” Rooster paused for a moment. “. . . won’t comment on that.”

Echo breathed out a quiet laugh and looked away from him for a moment. Turning back to Rooster, Echo stared into his soul, and Rooster stared right back at her, practically bowling over with how much he was drawn to Echo’s physical presence.

“Flight AA79344 will begin boarding shortly. Passengers, please . . .” the gate agent announced, shattering the moment.

“You’re not going to tell me where you’re being stationed, are you?” Rooster guessed, causing Echo to nod softly.

“I just need some space and some time. For myself,” Echo replied, causing Rooster to nod.

“Of course.” He glanced over at the gate before turning back to Echo. “But, if you . . . if you change your mind or clear your head . . . I’m all ears, Echo.”

“I know, Bradley,” Echo returned genuinely.

Pulling him into a hug, Echo buried her face into Rooster’s chest, memorizing the familiar feeling and the mix of gasoline and his faint body wash. Rooster rested his head on top of Echo’s own, holding her as close as he possibly could. He didn’t want to let her go. And she didn’t want to let him go. Not when the both felt like they finally found a bit of peace.

“We’d like to welcome our passengers who are active-duty service members to board.”

Reluctantly, Rooster released Echo, who took a step back from him. Gently cupping his cheek with her hand, Echo smiled painfully, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. Rooster grabbed her hand with his own for a moment before she slipped away. Echo walked up to the till with her backpack and scanned her ticket. Shooting Rooster one last pained smile, Echo headed down the tunnel for the plane.

Rooster watched, in near physical pain, as the plane backed away from the airport and turned for the runway. He stood there until he watched her plane take off and fly out into the great blue sky and didn’t turn away until he couldn’t make it out among the clouds.

Finally turning away from the glass, Rooster tried to discretely wipe his tears away before heading for the exit.

Part 2

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[thornsnvultures]

natasha romanoff x f!reader 18+

1.8k words, domestic fluff, smut, oral, top!reader, breast worship, pussy slapping, tw food mention, tw scars

You're vegged out on the couch in the living room when Natasha comes home. She's not surprised to see you there, work's been kicking your ass lately and you've taken to disassociating to the sounds of Great British Bake Off as stress relief.

"I'm home!"

"Howdy."

She chuckles and shakes her head at your lackluster greeting. "I picked up garlic bread from the store, thought we could do pasta tonight."

"Sounds good."

Nat preheats the oven and walks over to where you're sprawled out, garlic bread still in hand. You're in just an over-sized tshirt and sleep shorts, long legs exposed and begging to be touched.

She pokes your leg with the bagged bread instead. "You alright, sunshine?"

"Hmm?" It takes a second for you to register what she's asking and you have the decency to look sheepish when it does. "Sorry, Nat, it was a rough one today." You sit up and crawl up the couch until you're face to face with her. She cups your cheek, her worried eyes take in the bags under yours. Your stupid boss has been working you too hard, pushing you to exhaustion and Natasha doesn't like it one bit. If she had it her way she would've had a less than cordial meeting with the old creep by now, made it known you were dating a deadly assassin and weren't to be fucked with. But you refused, you said you could handle it.

"Don't apologize for having a bad day, angel."

"Yeah, but you're out there kicking ass and saving people and I'm, what, sad that I have to sit in a meeting for an hour longer than I wanted to?"

You pout into your lover's hand, and let your eyes drift shut. Nat coos at her sweet, tired angel, pulling you close so she can press a kiss to your forehead.

"Just because you didn't maim anyone today doesn't mean you didn't have a hard day."

You giggle and wrap your arms around her trim waist. "How do you know I didn't maim anyone? I have great maim potential sitting just under the surface, ready to strike."

Nat leans back to look at you and cackles. "Sure ya do, killer."

You pout even harder now as your girlfriend wiggles out of your grasp and heads back to the kitchen to start dinner. It's late for both of you, but a routine that neither of you can skip. Eating together, watching mundane TV shows, feeling normal and domestic in a way neither of you thought you could. It was important, no matter the time of day.

So you stand behind Natasha at the stove, wrapped around her back like a sleepy koala bear on a tree, as she stirs noodles in a pot. You tell her all about your day and she shares as much as she can of hers that isn't classified information. You trace the scars that litter her shoulders with your lips and she bats your hand away from the sauce pan so you don't burn yourself. Again.

The oven dings when the garlic bread is done and the two of you eat in companionable silence, taking precious moments to simply exist in each other's space.

When you're done you fight Natasha to leave the dishes for tomorrow.

"I need cuddles. You better put down that scrub brush, I swear to God."

So you resume your position on the couch. Sprawled out with an arm over your head, your toes touching the opposite end and a cat-like Natasha curled up mostly on top of you. 

She has such a presence, a dominating, commanding force of a woman when she's out there in the world. But here in your little one bedroom, in the space your arms make for her, she shrinks, like a porcupine lowering its spikes.

The tv plays in the background but neither of you are paying attention. Your right hand rests behind your head while your left runs a steady course up and down her back, soothing in a figure eight that you know she likes. Her hands find their way under the hem of your shirt, grazing your tummy in a soft, tickling touch that makes you shudder and huff an indignant laugh.

"Don't you dare."

"I didn't," she protests into your neck. "They're about to judge the last cakes. I'm not distracting you, am I?"

"Brat," you chuckle and kiss her head where it's laying on your chest. The two of you lay all snuggled up until you start to fall asleep, gentle snores blowing through the red curls by your cheek.

"Nope. No falling asleep on the couch, too uncomfortable."

You whine and wrap your arms tight around Natasha, rolling until she's under you. She shouts like she's hasn't been trained how to overpower someone doing what you're doing fifty times over. No, she loves letting you crush her and you love feeling her under you.

With a hand on her cheek you lean in slowly, your gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips where her tongue darts out to wet them.

"Do you want me to take you to bed?"

Her eyes flutter shut and she nods her head. It's been a long day, but those words light a fire in you both.

You press a kiss to her forehead and climb off the couch, pulling her up with you by the hand as you go.

She protests when you push her into the bathroom to shower, but you know she needs it. Some time to herself to wash off the day, to unpack and make peace. That and the unscented soap at the compound just isn't the same as your lavender vanilla body scrub. It settles you too, smelling you on her like that. Mixing with the scent of her shampoo and something distinctly...Nat.

You're ready for bed when she comes back out. The shower was short this time and you know why when she doesn't bother to put her pajamas on, or even fully dry off.

You watch from the end of the bed as she drops her towel. Rivulets of water run from her collarbone and down her chest as she walks toward you.

To anyone else she would look fierce, like a lioness stalking her prey, confident and lithe in her movements. And she does look stunning, your breath catching as your eyes meet when she moves to stand between your spread thighs. But you see her. You can see the hesitation in those pretty green eyes that search yours from under thick lashes.

It's still there. The fear that she's not worthy of your time, your love. That she's too broken to be what you need.

You'll spend the rest of your life showing her that's a lie if she'll let you.

Her hands run the length of your thighs, pushing up the hem of your sleepshirt as you hold her face in your hands.

"So beautiful." You capture her mouth with yours, hungry and desperate to feel her against you.

Your hands caress her jaw before moving lower, grazing her shoulders, brushing away whatever laid heaviest there, before sliding further down to her breasts.

Natasha gasps into your mouth as you pluck and pull at her nipples, tugging on a line that runs straight to her core.

"Please," she groans against your lips.

"Please, what?" You tug harder on her nipple until she gasps and whines, pouting that you're making her use her words.

"Need you. Please. Touch me."

Her skin is soft and dewy against your lips when you wrap your lips around her breast. The sweet taste makes your eyelids flutter shut and you groan around your mouthful.

"Oh, fuck," she cries out and pulls at your hair as you lick and suck at her breast.

"Taste so good, baby. So perfect. Perfect fucking tits."

Her head falls back, mouth open and breathing heavy as her wet red hair tumbles down between her shoulder blades.

Your hands palm her ass cheeks, tugging her closer, squeezing the plump mounds between your fingers.

"Yes, baby, please," she moans when her exposed folds rub up against the cotton of your panties. You can feel how wet she is through the thin fabric.

"What do you want, baby? Want me to make you feel good?"

She looks down at you, at where you've been busy sucking new bruises into her skin. Doing your best to mark her as yours.

"Fuck yes. Make me feel good, baby."

She squeals when you grab her hips and throw her down on the bed. You know your grin is positively wolfish as you climb over her, tugging off your sleep shirt. Natasha's eyes fall to your breasts as she scoots back on the mattress, her mouth open and practically panting as her gaze skims your nearly bare body.

"Like whatcha see?"

"You know it, baby."

You laugh and fall to your stomach between her legs. Her thighs are creamy and soft and spread for you so beautifully.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy." You kiss down the inside of her thighs, nipping and sucking little love bites into her soft skin.

She inhales sharply when you ghost over where she needs you most to press kisses to her soft tummy. The scars there hold so much of her shame, the most uncomfortable parts of her past. It's a blessing, a gift, for her to show those parts of herself to you. And you treat them as such, every scar, every mark getting its own soft, loving kiss.

Her hips twist under your steady hands, trying to push you towards her center.

"Alright, alright," you laugh and nip at her hip, kissing your way down to her mound.

"You can spend all day down there another time, you sap. I wanna come all over your- ahh!"

Natasha cries out as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

"Oh fuck, baby. That's it."

You run your hands down her thighs to get knees and push them up to her chest, keeping your mouth on her pussy, licking and nibbling at that sensitive bud.

"Open up for me. Lemme see."

Nat gasps, her nails digging into her thighs as you spread her lips open with your thumbs and fuck her right hole with your tongue. She's so fucking tight, clenching around the muscle as you lick into her.

"Tight, creamy little pussy. This is my pussy. Right, baby? Say it."

You slap your hand down on her messy cunt.

"Yes! Yes, baby, it's yours. Your pussy. Fuck!"

Satisfied, you dive back in, licking and sucking at her lips, her clit until her legs are shaking around your head.

"I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna-"

You pull back and slap her pussy again and again.

"Ahh!"

"Come for me, then. Fucking come."

Natasha screams and comes when you shove your tongue deep in her pussy. Her juices spill over your tongue and you lap up all of it, as much as you can.

"C'mere."

Nat pulls you up by your chin and licks you clean, your chin, your cheeks. She kisses you, moaning into your mouth at your combined flavor.

"Good?" She nods her head, practically purring. "Want more?"

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me."

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[abbysbunny]

I dont remember if you write smut BUT if you do, I would like some delicious Antler Queen Natalie hurt and comfort smut. Like, y/n feels like shes being neglected by Natalie cuz of her Antler Queen duties and when y/n tries to talk to her, one of the girls pulls Natalie away from her. I need like a breakdown and then soft sex.

MISSING YOU

warnings: fingering (r!receiving) oral (r!receiving)

notes: this is my first smut so don't be mean!!!!!!!!!!!!

natalie was slowly distancing herself from you and you could tell . you didn't know if it was on purpose or not but you knew you hated the feeling, you felt neglected to say the least, you knew she was busy and had a big job but she could still pay attention to you right? you decided you needed to talk to her, you couldn't live like this anymore, you couldn't live without her attention .

you waited for a moment where she was alone, you lightly knocked on her door and stepped in, she smiled and stepped closer to you, 'hey' you smiled back at her

'i wanna talk to you for a sec-' your sentence was cut short by someone on the team rushing into the room whispering something and pulling her away . your heart dropped to your stomach and you quickly felt your face get hot and your eyes sting, you didn't get why you just couldn't talk to her . someone always needed her or she was too tired to talk, but she never even tried to make time for you .

you went up into the attic in a fit of rage and sadness . you laid on the floor, letting your thoughts swallow you whole, you suddenly heard someone creek up into the attic . you raised your head and saw natalie climbing up the latter, you sat up with your knees to your chin as she quietly made her way to you from across the small space

'hey are you okay' she said she sat beside you, she put her arm around you and put her head on your shoulder, 'I'm fine' you responded witb a flat tone . she raised her eyebrow and moved off of you, she changed her position so she was sitting in front of you, staring into your eyes

'whats going on? you can tell me' you scoffed and rolled your tear filled eyes, 'you never spend time with me anymore nat! it's like you don't even care about me' you voice shook as you yelled . 'awh sweetheart' she leaned in to give you a hug, she hugged you tight while leaving small kisses on your neck

'msorry I haven't been taking care of you' she laid you back as she continued to leave a trail of kisses down to your cleavage, you propped yourself up on your elbows and ran your fingers through her hair . 'i love you, you know that right?' she looked up at you and you nodded

'i miss you nat' you confessed, 'let me make it up to you yeah?' she started to un button your pants, you grinned and stroked her cheek with your thumb . a small whimper slipped out your mouth as she stared to draw tight circles on your clit, she slid your panties off and laid her tongue on your wet core, she pulled her mouth away and slid two of her digets into your slick covered hole

'fuck nat!' she grinned at your whiney voice and proceeded to pump her fingers in and out of you, she sped up her pace and latched her mouth onto your clit, carefully sucking on it . she continued to pleasure you until you felt a familiar sensation build up in your stomach . 'nat I'm gonna cum' you said panting

'c'mon let it out for me' you moaned as you painted her fingers white, she continued pumping in and out of you till you came down from your high . she pulled your panties and pants back up and buttoned them, she laid down next to you and began stroking your hair . she sighed and cuddled up closer to you and soon fell asleep

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Accidents Happen

Authors Note: This one wasn't super popular on ao3, but I figured I'd post it here anyway cuz it got decent attention.

Summary: What Y/n witnesses at a party makes her angry enough to leave, without her girlfriend Wanda. Not to mention she's been at this party all night so she's completely trashed. Driving drunk doesn't end well, as Y/n, Wanda and their friends Natasha and Yelena find out the hard way.

Warnings: somewhat graphic depictions of accident/injuries, angst(happy end), hurt/comfort

Word count: 2414             Wanda Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist

The music that blared through the house almost seems to disappear completely as you take in the sight before you. Wanda, your girlfriend pushed up against the wall as Visions hands hold her hips, his tongue deep in her mouth.

Your hands form fists as your jaw clenches as you stand there, too stunned to even move. You never thought she would do something like this to you. Her vibrant green eyes go wide as she spots you and she struggles to push him off her. You shake your head as you turn, making your way to the door. You’d seen enough, you didn’t want or need to hear whatever excuse she had to say.

You let the door to the house slam as you leave, your hand fumbling to find your car keys in your inebriated state. You register the door opening before quick footsteps follow you down the sidewalk.

“Y/n, wait!” she yells after you

You scoff, “No thanks.”

“Baby please.” she begs

You turn on your heel, anger boiling in you. “Don’t. You don’t get to call me that, not after what you just did in there!”

“I-” she tries

“I don’t even wanna fucking hear it Wanda!” you shout before walking to your car again

You stumble as you attempt to open the driver door, her hand quickly grabs ahold of your arm. “Y/n, you can’t drive.”

“Oh fuck off and go back to your boy toy.” you seeth as you pry her off you, slamming the car door in her face before locking it.

“Y/n, please! You've been drinking all night, you can’t drive like this!” she shouts as her hand tries the door handle, tears starting to form in her eyes

After several tries you finally manage to get your key into the ignition and start the car. You ignore her pounding on the window as you get your seatbelt on. “Find your own way home, or go back home with him for all I care!” you shout through the glass. Not wanting to deal with her anymore you pull away from the curb and speed down the street. She anxiously watches as you leave, already starting to swerve slightly.

“Y/N!!” she shouts as your car disappears from view. Shit, shit, shit!

She runs back into the house, frantically searching for her best friend. She spots the redhead sitting on a sofa, watching over her younger sister on the dance floor. She makes her way over and when Nat sees her she immediately spots the panic and tears on her face.

“Wanda, what's wrong?” she asks

“Vision, he-”

Nats brows furrow, “Did he hurt you?”

“He forced me into the wall and kissed me. Y/n saw and now thinks I'm cheating. Nat she left, I couldn't even explain myself. She's completely trashed and is driving home! ” she quickly tells the Russian

“Shit.” she replies, “Ok, I’ll grab Yelena and we can all get in my car and head to your place. Just to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Well, more stupid than drive drunk.”

As you speed away from the party you slam your hands against the steering wheel as tears spill from your eyes. Your mind reeled as you thought about your relationship with Wanda, you loved her more than anything and you thought she felt the same. She even told you so. Hell the two of you just got an apartment together last month. Was any of that true or was she just pulling you along, using you? Was this the first time she kissed him, or has it been going on for a while?

“Damn it!!” you shout, punching the radio, causing it to turn on. You jump slightly as If Tomorrow Never Comes starts playing. Your tired focusing your eyes on the road ahead of you but it remains blurry no matter what you do. Guess you had more to drink than you thought.

You find yourself singing, or rather, screaming along to the radio as you get closer to your apartment. You let your mind wander back to the things you'd yelled at Wanda. Had you been too harsh with her? I mean you didn't even let her say anything, maybe it wasn't what it looked like.

"Yeah, right." You mumble to yourself

You realize you haven't been paying attention to the road and quickly look up in time to see a deer dart out of the woodline and stand right in the middle of the road. It looks at you with the same startled expression Wanda had minutes ago.

"Fuck!" You shout as you quickly turn the steering wheel to avoid the animal.

You lose control, the car breaks through the barrier on the opposite side of the road, sending your car down the incline, crashing through the small trees and brush. The car flips twice, before coming to a stop. The radio continues playing as you hang upside down, a sharp pain in your ribcage with blood trickling from your nose and the gash on your forehead as your arms dangle, allowing you to touch the roof which is covered in shattered glass.

Everything is spinning and even more blurry than before. You're vaguely aware of the sound of Wanda's ringtone from somewhere in the back seat, or the ceiling of it at least. You turn your neck to find it, only to have pain shoot through you before you pass out.

"She's still not answering" Wanda says after the third time

"Maybe that's a good thing?" Yelena offers from the backseat

Nat only hums, something doesn't feel right to her. She knew how you acted when pissed off. If you were so angry with Wanda then surely you would simply hang up so the phone didn't continue ringing, if not block her number or turn the phone off completely.

"She should be home by now" your girlfriend replies, "There shouldn't be anything stopping her from picking up."

Yelena's hand rubs her shoulder in an attempt to give comfort, "Don't worry, we'll find her and once you explain Y/n will feel so stupid for even thinking you would cheat."

"I hope so" she replies as Natasha's car turns onto the long lonely road leading to the apartment

"Oh no…" she whispers, Wanda only just catches it. Her eyes follow Nats ahead of them to see skid marks across the road that lead to the broken barrier, the back bumper of your car caught on it. They know because of the decal of Budapest that Natasha and Yelena had gotten you on their vacation.

"Isn't that Y/ns?" Yelena asks in a hushed tone, the seriousness of what she sees sinking in

Wanda panics, “Natasha, stop the car!!"

She quickly pulls over to the side of the road, switching her hazards on before opening her door. “Yelena, call 911.” she says as Wanda bolts from the car, heading for the broken area of the guardrail.

Nat is quick to catch up to her and as they look down the embankment, they both still at the sight of your crumpled car. Parts and pieces of it litter the ground, leaving broken trees and dug up ground in its wake. The hum of your radio can just be heard. There's no sign of you however, and that worries both of them.

Wanda carefully begins to make her way down to the car, but Nat grabs her arm. “You can’t go down there. We don’t know what kind of shape the car is in, it's too dangerous.”

“Natasha, my Y/n is down there!” she shouts, dread and panic filling her

“Damn it, ok. Let's go.” she replies, following the brunette down to the car

They can hear the approaching sirens as they finally make it to the bottom where your car rests. Wandas heart thuds in her chest, everything looks so much worse up close.

“Y/n?” Nat calls out as they circle the car making their way to the driver side

Your door is smashed and wide open, they can both see you dangling there, still strapped into your seat. Blood drips to the ceiling from various scrapes, cuts and gashes caused by broken glass and shards of metal.

“Baby?!” Wanda shouts as she rushes to you, tears falling freely. Her hand brushes against your scratched cheek, "Come on baby, please. You have to be ok."

Nat joins her by your side, her hand frantically searches your neck for a pulse. Wanda watched her, her eyes beg her to find it. To find proof you were alive.

"Found her pulse. It's pretty weak." She solemnly says

No. No, this can't be happening. Please don't take her from me. I love her. I can't lose her.

Wanda's head swims with worry as the paramedics finally arrive on scene and begin to descend to your car. They manage to get you out and onto a stretcher before getting you into the ambulance. They give Natasha directions to the hospital and she follows right behind them.

They're close enough that they can see that something is wrong as the one in the back with you suddenly stands and moves to you.

A sob leaves your girlfriend as she realizes what's happening. You're bleeding badly. Tears stream down Yelenas face as she tries to muffle her crying with a hand over her mouth. Nat wipes tears from her eyes, she needed clear vision to drive and Wanda needed someone to be her rock right now.

The paramedic continues to apply pressure to your abdomen as they pull into the hospital. A team is ready to receive you. They rush you in and into a private room. Wanda attempts to follow you but isn't allowed past the locked double doors of the back hallway. Instead she is made to sit in the waiting area.

She continues to cry, having no idea if you would be ok or if she would ever see you again. Yelena and Natasha hug her from either side, offering her much needed comfort. But she wouldn't be ok until she knew you were ok.

When your eyes open you quickly shut them again, the light coming into the room from the open blinds mixed with the uv lights is far too intense for you. You try again, just squinting as you take in your surroundings. You can tell multiple bandages adorn each of your arms as well as your neck and face. Your head is absolutely pounding and you aren't sure if it's from the obscene amount of alcohol you had or the head injury. Probably both if you were being honest. You don’t even have to look to know your rib cage is bruised, you can feel that much everytime you inhale. You're fairly certain there's a cast on your lower left leg, and three of the fingers on your right hand are taped together in a splint. Not to mention the harsh pain you can feel in your abdomen.

You open your eyes fully, they finally adjusted to the lighting of the hospital room. You glance around the room, mapping it out. Heart monitor, bathroom, the door, and the couch with a sleeping Wanda on it.

You're torn between being grateful she was there and also confusion, wasn’t she cheating on you? So why was she here? She shifts suddenly, her eyes open to find yours looking at her. She sits up immediately.

“Baby?” she asks, moving closer to you

You furrow your brows at her, if she kissed Vision why was she still using terms of endearment on you and acting so concerned for your well being? You didn’t want to actually have to ask her those questions. You didn’t want to have the conversation about why she didn’t love you anymore.

You sigh, “I wish that could have killed me.”

Tears stream down her face, “Please don’t say that. Please, I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

“You did the moment you kissed Vision.” you reply coldly

“Baby- Y/n, I didn’t kiss him. I promise. I would never, and could never do that to you. I love you, and I only want you. What you saw was him forcing me against the wall and kissing me after I already told him no and was trying to find you. I would never cheat, I promise.” she explains, her eyes looking at you with nothing but the truth shining in them

And you knew. You knew she was telling the truth, in your drunken state last night you’d simply jumped to the worst conclusion and not letting her explain hadn’t helped your anger. Wow, you felt like an asshole for thinking this sweet and incredible woman would do that to you.

You nod, “I know. I’m sorry I thought that of you, my head wasn’t with me last night.”

“It’s ok, I understand why you thought that.” she admits, though it did hurt her for you to think that she knew what it must have looked like from your viewpoint.

You can only imagine how scared she must've been when she learned of your accident, especially when you left the way you had.

You scoot over in the bed as best you can and lift the blankets up, “Come here princess.”

She wastes no time in joining you, gently resting her head on your shoulder as she carefully cuddles into you. Your arm wraps around her and holds her, it comforts her greatly to be in your hold once more. Especially when only a few hours ago she didn’t even know if you'd wake up.

“I was so scared.” she suddenly admits

“I’m so sorry Wan, believe me it will not be happening again.” you assure her

“I love you so much.” she tells you, kissing you softly

You smile into the kiss, “I love you too.”

You can hear someone's throat clear and your attention is brought to the room's doorway where two very relieved but angry Russians stand.

“Oh good, you're alive.” Nat says with a cool and calculated look that makes you shrink in on yourself and swallow harshly

“Yeah, how nice.” Yelena says, “A teper' slushay syuda, ty, tupoy idiot, zasranets, yesli ty yeshche raz sdelayesh' chto-to podobnoye, my s Natashey ub'yem tebya sami!(Now listen here you stupid idiot asshole, if you ever do something like this again Natasha and I will kill you ourselves!)”

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https://www.tumblr.com/yelenasdiary/716709431072768000/i-will-be-closing-my-requests-in-24-hours

Could I request dkol where Dylan finds out a little smth about what his beloved auntie Nat does? Like obviously not the whole truth but maybe he finds out a little bit about her darker side, and r and nat need to scramble to hide it from him or smth? Idk HAHA if nothing comes to mind no worries! Thank u for all ur amazing writing!

Drabble || Questions

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Single Mom! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: After Dylan listens in on one of Natasha’s calls, he has a few questions for his favorite aunt!

Angst? | Comfort | Dark! Nat | Slight Language Warning | Mentions of Blood | Keep in mind Dylan is a child so dialog is meant to be a little off | 0.7K | 

Notes: It’s been a while since I revisited this little AU! I hope you enjoy this x 

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"I don't fucking care!" Natasha shouted from her office, causing Dylan to stop playing with his toys almost instantly. You'd gone out for coffee with a friend and of course, Natasha was more than happy to watch Dylan to give you some time to really enjoy yourself. "I want my money!" Nat shouted once again. 

Curious as to why his aunt was yelling, Dylan crept down the hall to the room he was forbidden to ever enter. The door was opened a slight crack and the little boy was just wanting to make sure his aunty was okay as he pressed his ear against the door to listen more about the conversation. 

"If you care about your life, you'll transfer me the money. If not, I promise not a single fucking soul will ever find your body!" Natasha spoke with deep anger. "You have until 7pm tonight, I won't warn you again!" she added before slamming the phone down. Dylan slowly pushed the door open and looked at Natasha with worried eyes. 

"Aunty Nat? everything okay?" he asked, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. 

Natasha looked up from her desk and saw the young boy looking at her with his big, worried eyes and scared body language and instantly she knew that he had heard her harsh threats towards the businessman. "Hi love, everything is just fine. Come here" she opened her arms wide for him. Dylan ran to her, crashing into her arms as she picked him up and placed him on her knee. 

"What are you doing down here?" she asked before gently brushing some of his locks of curls back out of his face. "I heard you yelling at the phone" he replied, still playing with the hem of his t-shirt, "why do you yell at the phone? Did somebody hurt you aunty Nat?" he asked before slowly looking up at Natasha. 

She shook her head, "no baby, I was just a little angry. You know how sometimes you get a little angry at school when somebody doesn't share the coloured pencils with you?" 

Dylan nodded, "well, that's how Natty feels" she assured him. 

"But you said nobody was going to find the person's body" 

Just as the words left his lips, Natasha heard your voice announcing that you were back. "We're in the office!" Natasha called out before swallowing the lump in her throat while she tried to think of a way to explain to Dylan why she was so mean to the man on the other end of the phone. 

"Hi!" You smiled as you saw Dylan sitting on Natasha's knee, "were you good for Aunt Nat?" you asked. 

"He's been great" Natasha replied but you could sense there was something wrong, Dylan didn't look like his normal happy self. "Is somebody tired?" you asked your son who shook his head, "Aunt Nat was yelling at the phone" he replied. Your eyes shifted to Natasha, "I was just explaining that sometimes people get mad at others and we say things we don't mean" Nat explained but Dylan was buying it. 

"But what about the blood on your shoes?" Dylan asked. 

"What blood?" both you and Natasha asked in sync. 

"You asked the maid to clean the blood off your shoes" Dylan explained. "Oh, that? Well som-"

"Aunty Natty helps training people in boxing" you interrupted, your eyes shot open as to hint to Natasha to go along with it. "That's right, and the man on the phone hasn't paid for his training session and I got a little too mad" Nat added, going along with your lie. 

"I thought you worked with mommy?" The little boy questioned. 

"I do, I have two jobs" 

"Why don't you have two jobs mommy?" Your son looked at you. You couldn't help but chuckle, "I don't need two jobs baby, if I had two jobs, I would never have time to spend with you. Aunt Nat is lucky because she's mommy's boss so she can make her own hours and she also makes sure that mommy doesn't have to spend too much time away from you" you explained.

There was a moment of silence before Dylan spoke again, "I hope I can have two jobs when I grow up!" he said as he slid off Natasha's knee, and ran towards you, "can I please have a strawberry milkshake now?" Dylan looked up at you. To your relief, it seemed that Dylan was no longer worried about the activities that Natasha kept in the dark. 

"Of course, come on" you smiled, taking his hand.

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[darkwaveho]

Damage control

Part 2

Summary: Natasha’s phone call ruined your day so why not go and ruin hers as well?

Parings: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+. Dark themes, violence, blood, detailed body torture, domestic abuse, cursing, cheating.

A/n: I had to chop this down, it was getting too long. My first attempt at a one shot 😩 all grammatical errors are my own. Not proofread.

“I didn’t ask you for your opinion, did I?” She applies more force against his neck when he doesn’t respond back to her fast enough.

“Did I?” She says with more force causing the knife to break skin.

“N-no” she tuts and grits her teeth “No what?” She tilts her head waiting expectantly for the correct answer. The correct way to address her at all times. “No, you didn’t ask for my opinion boss.” She releases the hold she has on him and puts her switch blade away for the moment. 

“Just because you’re new here doesn’t mean you get a pass. In fact, that means I’m gonna check you ten times harder, you would be nothing without me, isn’t that, right?” she says rhetorically. sending him a deathly glare when she sees that he was actually going to interrupt her and answer the rhetorical question.  Otherwise, you’d still be on the streets scraping for food. Don’t forget who made this possible for you. I wouldn’t want to think of you as ungrateful.”

“No, of course, not boss.” she smirks at him quickly learning his place and how to address someone at her level. She moves the knife away from his neck and mockingly pats his cheek while she gives Yelena a quick head nod. “Glad we got an understanding.” When Yelena comes back, she’s dragging a solid black box along with her; the faint sound of a muffled scream can be heard from inside of it. Natasha turns to the young man nodding her head in the direction of the box.

“Open it.” Was all she said, no emotion present on her face. He looks at her in terror while his mouth goes dry. “What- what’s in it?” Natasha rolls her eyes, could he not piece things together? Did the muffled scream not give it away? She was starting to lose her patience with him, but she swore she would put more effort into working on her impulsive behavior to kill without explanation. He stands there waiting for Natasha to answer his lingering question. He gets knocked out of his thoughts when Yelena’s fist collides with his face brutally until he’s on the cold concrete floor.

Natasha allows it to go on for a moment, wanting him to truly understand the power she has over him now, she owned him, and he could easily be disposed of if he was going to be useless to her. When Natasha feels like he’s had enough she releases a distinctive whistle noise that makes Yelena stop her attacks immediately. Natasha lightly chuckles at her sister’s frustration with being cut off early. She mumbled under her breath about “Natasha never letting her have fun like she wants to.”

“When I tell you to do something, you do it! No questions asked.” she hisses at the young man while gripping the collar of his shirt. “Now open the goddamn trunk and strap him in the seat. Don’t make me tell you again. I won’t be so lenient next time you fuck up.” She shoves him to the floor. She didn’t want to be here today she had plans with you. Plans about going on vacation away from the chaotic life of being involved with mob ties. As her phone rings it seems like the universe is synchronized in her mind. She sighs as she pulls the phone out of her jacket. Not bothering to look at the screen she answers it. 

“Where the hell are you?” You say through the phone loudly. 

“Hello to you too my love. Listen I was going to call you but-“  you cut her off knowing how this was going to end. 

“I’ve been sitting here in the living room with my luggage waiting! I don’t want to hear your excuses Nat.” you go on a rant about how tired you are of this, how you’re always the last to find out about changes. you ask her aa question that Natasha isn’t even paying attention to, too focused on the new recruit handling the dirtbag who stole from one of her many businesses. “Natasha are you even listening to me?” she slightly jolts from the loud pitch of your voice in her ear. 

“Yes, my love I hear you, it’s the new recruit, he needs to be broken in.” Natasha was just as upset about it as you were, but shit had to get done. she could have let clint in charge of the new recruit but she’s the only one that can truly break someone in the way she likes.

“And why can’t someone else handle that?” you question. it seems like that wasn’t a good enough excuse, she literally had crew and henchmen for this reason. doing things, she didn’t want to do. This wasn’t even a serious situation that needed her presence. She sighs slightly growing frustrated with having this conversation again, let alone in front of everyone waiting on her to give out the next orders. “You know I like things done a certain way and-“ she hears the Dow tone on the other end of the line. You hung up on her. Definitely not a good sign for her or for you. Natasha puts her phone in her back pocket and shove the new recruit out of the way. 

“You really just ruined my damn day all you had to do was follow instructions!” She punches him so quick he couldn’t even see it coming. As she falls to the ground clutching his bloody nose Natasha moves forward standing directly in front of the man responsible for stealing from her bar. Clint rolls a side table on the right side of Natasha and unfolds the cloth revealing the many sharp objects she had the options of choosing from. She didn’t have time to think much about it today all she felt was anger and she needed someone to take it out on. This was an excuse to be crueler than she normally was, and she was going to take advantage of that. She takes her blazer off, handing it to Clint so she’s just standing in her black tank top. 

She picks up the sharpest knife on the table it isn’t a butcher’s knife just something light and fun. She wasn’t looking to chop off limbs, well not at the moment. She’d have to be furious to do that unwarranted. She digs the knife into his skin deeper, ignoring the gut wrenching scream he releases in her face. She decides to take it further. Her whole day was just ruined. Doing things by the book was no longer on her mind at the moment, as she thought about how pissed you sounded on the phone and how she’d be in the doghouse when she made it back to the gated mansion you two live in. Just thinking about the hole, she would have to dig herself out of had her acting on auto pilot. Natasha digs the knife into his flesh and starts making intricate movements. She calmly raises the volume in her voice for someone to get her a bowl and place it on the side table by the other torture instruments. She takes each piece of flesh and drops it into the bowl unfazed by the sight in front of her of the blood shooting out at her. Yelena slightly pouts in the corner.

“Why couldn’t I do that? She gets to have all the fun.” Natasha turns back to the young man as she points to the bowl she placed on the floor.

“And you better eat every single last bite, especially since I hand carved it for you.” Natasha turns to Clint. “And you make sure he eats it. If he vomits, make him eat that up as well.” Natasha didn’t have time to stick around today, she was too busy trying to come up with ways to make it up to you. She hates it when you’re mad at her. She would do anything to be back in your good graces. Yelena pulls a face when she sees the flesh in the bowl and at the fact that the new recruit would have to eat it, maybe she had a little sympathy for him she wasn’t as cruel as her sister, so she made him an offer. 

“Psst.” she says lowly to man trembling on the ground next to the bowl. he looks up at her with furrowed brows. “You want some hot sauce to go with it?” Yelena says while holding up a small packet of host sauce.  Natasha whips her head back around to her sister. 

“Yelena! put your hot sauce in your pocket and sit your ass down in your chair.” Yelena scuffs and sulks her way to her assigned seat pouring herself a glass of vodka in the process. 

“I was just trying to help things go down easier Satan.” she sticks her tongue out at her, Natasha thought about to asking her sister if she wanted to let out some steam and trade a few punches. lord knows she needed it herself nothing was going right for her today.

She gets pulled from her mind when a few gunshots are popped off within the metal walls of the warehouse. Acting on instinct she turns toward the sound where the gunshots were coming from and raises her own gun at the culprit. She releases her grip on the gun when her eyes are met with yours. She sighs in relief, but she can still see how pissed off you are. She still wasn’t off the hook for ditching you earlier, and you never show up at the warehouse unannounced so she knows you must be beyond upset.

Has she really been cutting into him that long or did you speed all the way here? It seems like she just got off of the phone with you. She checks her watch for confirmation. It’s only been about fifty minutes. “Honey, What are you doing here?” Natasha asks as you scout the room. You see some of the usual crew here, Clint, Yelena, and Bucky. But when your eyes land on an unfamiliar face you tilt your head at him. You hold your gun out for Bucky to take. He instantly grabs it and sits it on a crate next to him.

“Who might you be?” you say calmly. He stutters while trying to answer you. You scared him with your guns blazing entrance. “New recruit I presume?” You circle around him like a shark in the ocean until you stop directly in front of him. “I-Uh.” He stutters out, not able to form any words in that dumb brain of his.  You grew rather bored waiting on his answer, and you’re also still upset. He was one of the causes of your postponed trip, he’s part of the blame you thought as the bottom of your Louis Vuitton boot makes contact with his face multiple times.  Natasha is quick to step in pulling you away from him, she still needed him alive he was just a recruit after all unlike that bastard that was bound to the chair in the middle of the room.

You shrug her off not wanting to be touched. “He’s nobody, now what are you doing here?” You continue to ignore her while taking a seat next to Yelena.

“Hey, Lena.” You smile at her as she gives you a playful look. She knows you’re trying to push her sister’s buttons by ignoring her and she loves it. Call it payback for not letting her carve into the lowlife’s flesh.

“Y/n, my favorite person! I didn’t know you were joining us today.” She smirks at Natasha before turning her attention back to you.

“Yeah, I wasn’t originally but you know I got tossed to the side like some type of garbage.” You raise your voice when saying that word before continuing. “And I had nothing else to do, so I thought why not, ya know?” She nods her head in understanding before her sister stands in front of you both.

She leans down to softly whisper in your ear. “I need you to get up and head to the office.” You raise an eyebrow up at her. How did she think she was in the position to make demands when she’s the one that canceled on you? She scuffs at your defiance while grabbing your arm and pulling you from your chair. 

“Finish this up.” she turns to bucky and clint. “Me and my sweet face, have some things to discuss.” She doesn’t wait for a reply as she leads you out of the room, when you walk down the hallway you pull away from Natasha not wanting her to touch you. The sounds of her clicking heels and the stomping of your feet can only be heard through the silent hallway. when you reach the office Natasha opens the door for you waiting on you to enter. 

“C’mon, I don’t have all day baby.” you walk into the room standing firm in your spot near her desk. Natasha shuts the door and walks behind her desk, taking a seat in her Italian leather custom made office chair. she smirks at you from across the room. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

“I’d rather stand.” you give her a tight-lipped smile. Okay, sweet-talking you was not an option at the moment. That’s okay she can try something else, you always forgave her in the end anyway. she stands from her chair and stops directly in front of her desk leaning on it.

“Listen baby, I know you’re upset but you can’t just show up here letting off rounds.” You focus on your newly pedicured nails finding it much more interesting than whatever is coming out of her mouth at the moment. She grabs your chin harshly.

“When I speak to you, you answer me. I don't give a damn how mad you are. When you’re here in the Place, in these walls, and around my crew you do as you’re told!” You push her hand away from your chin. “I’m tired of your empty promises, I don’t give a damn about your ego and in case you forgot I don’t fucking work for you!”

I have never made empty promises. What are you talking about? And I suggest you watch how you speak to me.” You let out a humorless laugh, she really did believe that maybe it’s the cause of her inhaling all the fumes when she has to be present for a clean-up. “Let’s go down the list then, Shall we?”

“Don’t worry about it, baby, I’ll get someone else to do it.” you pick up the closest thing next you. A glass ashtray. And throw it in Natasha’s direction. she dodges it but she still didn’t expect it to come her way. 

“Okay, you’re more upset about this than I thought.” Natasha releases a deep breath

you get angrier seeing her dodge it. At first you just wanted to let off some steam, but you feel like she deserves to be hit with something, if not your fist than this crystal figurine would have to settle for you. “I’m going to take a break.” you say as you finally launch the figurine at her wall. 

“Buttercup I need you to stop throwing things at me and talk like a normal human being.” Natsha was really showing restraint right now, she wouldn’t hit you. she would never, but if you thought doing this was acceptable you were out of your mind. sometimes she entertains your tantrums as she likes to call them, but today her energy was drained, and she would much rather just talk things out.

“We can go on vacation soon.” you don’t even know what you threw that time. “Y/n, I’m not going to tell you again to stop it.” Natasha says through gritted teeth.

“You’re so full of shit!” You say, while not even realizing the decorative egg you picked up and launched in Natasha’s direction behind her desk. “Y/n I swear to God! You throw something else and it’s not going to end well for you!” She shouts while pointing her blood-stained finger at you.

You roll your eyes at her being more concerned with material objects than your feelings right now. you turn your back to Natasha wanting to walk out the office, but she grabs you before you can move even further. pressing her front to your backside and snaking her hands around the front of your waist. “I’ll make it up to you, Okay?” She husks in your ear while softly kissing and nipping at your skin. “Go home, and I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make sure to fill up all your holes just the way you like it and then we can re-discuss our trip. how does that sound?” She ends her proposal with a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth you were too quick for her lips to land upon yours. you shrug her off your body causing her to drop her hold on your figure. “Sounds like you’ll be getting off from your hand from now on.” you say and open the door letting it slam against the wall as you walk out the office.

“I hope you get rid of that attitude by the time I get home honey.” Natasha shouts to you down the hall. You keep walking, settling on flipping her off in the process of leaving. She was just about to run after you for the action until Bucky tells her she’s needed in the room again, something about Clint throwing up at the sight of the new recruit throwing up as well. She releases an exhausted breath and follows him back into the room. 

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You’re too busy mumbling curses under your breath to notice the figure approaching you as you near your car. “Y/n!” you turn around in shock, seemingly hitting them in the face. when your anxiety calms down you notice it’s just Rumlow.

“Rumlow? What the fuck are you doing sneaking up on me?”

“I didn’t sneak up on you. I literally called your name five times.” he hisses in pain as he grabs his nose. 

“Shit! you have a mean right hook.” you chuckle slightly feeling bad for hitting him in the face. “Sorry, my mind was somewhere else at the moment.”

“Yeah, I figured, anyway I just thought I should inform you about something that happened.”

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Natasha was dreading coming home, not really but she hoped that you cooled down a bit since your stunt earlier today. she shuffles her keys and stops noticing that the door was unlocked. “How many times do I have to tell her to make sure all of the doors are locked.” She sighs, opening the door, pocketing her keys and walking through the living room. She for sure thought you would be in your normal sulking spot on the couch, watching some shitty reality tv show she never wanted to watch despite your many requests for her to join you. She keeps moving, deciding to check in the kitchen. empty. She checks the wine cellar. empty. She was starting to get frustrated now, her anxiety starting to kick in at the thought of you leaving her.

She would hunt you down no problem if you did but it’s the principle. you shouldn’t be leaving her no matter what. She goes upstairs to the master bedroom thinking maybe you wanted to do your sulking in the comfort of your queen-sized bed for a change. seeing another empty room caused her to quickly pull her phone out to call Yelena so they could track you down. She was a second away from pressing on the contact until she heard a faint noise coming from her home office. Furrowing her brows, she moves her feet quickly not even caring that her footsteps could be heard. When she nears the door, she pulls out her pistol ready to blow a hole in whoever is intruding her home. opening the door her face falters and she relaxes again seeing you sitting in her chair at her freshly polished marble desk.

“Baby, what are you doing in here? I was looking for you.”

“Sit down Natasha.” your voice comes out surprisingly calm to Natasha she was expecting you to blow up at her like you normally do but you’ve proven once again that today you were unpredictable. 

“What’s this about?” you do a great job of containing your anger. you want her to think that you’ve calmed down when in reality you became even more furious with the information Rumlow revealed to you. you don’t answer her, you just wait for her to take the hint that you’re not in the mood for explaining. She clears her throat and sits down in the chair.

“You can’t seriously still be mad at me, can you? I said I was sorry and that I’d make it up to you.” she reaches into her pocket and throws a bulk of cash on top of the desk. “Here go get something nice and pretty to wear for me, I’m sure you’ll forget about this whole thing by the morning.” you clench your jaw at your girlfriend thinking money could solve this problem, okay maybe in the past you let her off the hook when she planted her black card in the palm of your hand or when she gave you that new purse filled with cash, you had been eyeing it whenever you went to the luxury store but never bought. This was different: you felt betrayed, foolish and insecure? you grab the Wad of cash causing Natasha to smile thinking she’s won this battle, but then you toss the money back at her seated figure making her jaw drop. 

“I don’t want that.” she scuffs before bending over to pick up the cash and placing it back into her pocket before focusing on you again.

“That’s a first.” Natasha is actually amazed at you refusing her money.

“When I asked you about your whereabouts last night, what did you tell me?” Okay Natasha was royally confused what did this have to do with anything? “What does this have to do with what happened today?”

“Answer the question, Natasha.”

“I told you already.”

“And I’m asking you to tell me again.” you slightly growl at the end of your sentence hoping she didn’t catch your anger, she caught it though. “I told you we had unfinished business with Tony at his club.”

you nod your head before taking a sip of your wine. “What kind of business? signing papers? going over contracts? re-negotiations?” you say while narrowing your eyes at her you want to see if she knows that you know or if she’s playing dumb. “Uh yeah that’s normally what happens at these things, you know that. Now what’s going on? I don't have time to play games with you.”

“And I don’t have time to listen to your bullshit lies!” she’s about to reprimand you for once again speaking out of term while addressing her but you continue on with your rant no longer being able to hold it in. “I’m curious, does having a desperate whore flaunting herself in front of you on your lap fall into the category of business? or was that just for added pleasure.” you don’t miss the flash of shock on her face no matter how quick it came and went.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t know what I’m talking about?”

She shrugs her shoulders and says it again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she says it slowly as if she was speaking to a child.

you swallow more of your wine not wanting to have this conversation sober any longer. you slide your phone on the table. she leans forward and curses under her breath seeing the photo on the screen.

“That’s what I thought.” you stand up grabbing your wine and leave the room. Natasha is too focused on who took this picture and how this picture got in your possession. she gets up from the chair and follows you into the bedroom. “Baby, listen, it’s not a big deal. We were at a strip club for God sakes what did you expect to happen?”

“If you went there for business, it should’ve been for business.”

“That!” you point towards your phone in Natasha’s hand. “That’s not business!”

“It doesn’t mean anything, why are blowing this out of proportion?” She says while sitting the phone down on the dresser.

“So why the hell did you lie about it then? Are you fucking her?” you wait for an answer and when she takes too long for your linking to answer you throws the remaining glass of wine in her face. her breath hitches from the unwanted contact, the stinging sensation she feels in her eyes and nose. it gave you enough time to move away from her. when she finally opens her eyes, she grabs you forcefully.

“I told you I went there for business, stop acting like a goddamn brat because we’re not going on extravagant trips.” you try worming out of her hold but it’s useless, so you try a different approach.

“Maybe I should go there for business next time, have a private dance or maybe I’ll ask Tony for the special room.” she chuckles at your attempt to get her enraged. “I’d like to see you and Tony try; he wouldn’t go through with that baby. Nice try.” she pats your cheek mockingly.

“Maybe, but I’m sure I could find a replacement, someone who I already know has their eye on me and you’re too blind to see it. Maybe I should give them a taste of-'' her grip on your throat cuts your sentence short. “Be mindful of what comes out of your mouth next Y/n.” you smirk at her jealousy now she knows how you feel about that whore she had on her lap. “It would’ve been nice to know we were in an open relationship.”

“We’re not in an open anything!” She grows frustrated with you more and more as the day goes by. “I’m yours.” She says while gently caressing your neck. “And you’re mine.” She lowly growls.

“Did you fuck her; you didn’t answer the question.” she looks away from you, closing her eyes for a moment before she directly answers. you already know the truth, you just wanted to see how long it would take her to confess if she even did that.

“Yes,” she finally says. you laugh causing her confusion. “Look it was only once, and when I went to the club Tony thought it would be funny to call her over and give me a dance. You know how much of an asshole he can be.”

“Only once.” you scuff and push at her body she doesn’t move. “Despite how much of an asshole he is, you still allowed her to sit there! you entertained it!” finally letting her words sink in you realize something else. “And that means you fucked her way before that picture was taken!” you swat at her body.

“I’m sorry.” she tightens her hold on your figure trying to calm you down. she didn’t intentionally plan on cheating on you, it just happened.

“Keep your damn sorry, I don’t want it.” you try again at pushing her body away from you succeeding this time as you walk towards the dresser to grab your phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Rumlow.” you say dryly.

“Why would you be texting him? You’re not going out until we finish talking about this.”

“I’m not texting him for an escort.” you look up at her with a smug smile.

“Then what on earth would you be texting him for?” you got her right where you want her, she walks closer to you waiting on your answer. 

“I’m texting Rumlow because I know he wants to fuck me.” you say with much pride in the way her breath hitches and her face falters. you obviously don’t want to fuck Rumlow it’s just to push her buttons so she can feel your pain the same way. that was a huge mistake, you thought maybe she’d rough you up a bit, threaten you even, but never did you think she would do this to you.

The next thing you feel is her hand harshly slapping the side of your face. you know you really pissed her off for her to use her full force against you. As if you were someone off the streets like that guy in the trunk you saw earlier today.

When the ringing in your ear stops you take notice of the liquid running from the corner of your mouth. You’re bleeding. You’re not sad, not at all you’re more angry than sad. Natasha didn’t mean to let her anger take control, she said she would never hit you and she meant it but today you just pushed too many of her buttons and the mentions of someone else fucking you, someone being Rumlow, pushed her over the edge.

She wanted to reach out to you and hold you while she uttered apologies, but she saw the slight flinch when she moved towards you. it was far too late to take it back now she knew nothing would solve this at the moment. She can say sorry later and part of her didn’t even feel the need to apologize you were being beyond disrespectful to her, bringing up fucking one of her hench men?

“I’m not talking about this anymore, I’ll deal with Rumlow in the morning, and you’ll be waking up bright and early since you love tagging along with me at work”. She yanks your head back so you can properly look at her. 

“Now get up and clean yourself up for dinner, I expect you downstairs at the table, don’t make me drag you down the stairs because I will.” she says while leaving the bedroom and heading back to her office to cool off she’ll use the shower in her office knowing you wouldn’t want to be in the same space as her at the moment. She wouldn’t have dinner alone knowing you’re in the same house, she didn’t care if you were still mad at her you were going to be at the table the same time she was and that was final. 

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