#yelena answers 💕

[edsnewloveinterest]

You're funny, because all Buddie fuckers do is ragebait all day long, bashing anything that isn't Buddie. You get what you deserve, and what you deserve is to know that your shitty ship with your toxic and gross violent abusive stereotype of a Latino man will never be a canon queer ship. Go fuck yourself and take your never going to be canon ship with you. You love to play victim because you can dish it out but you sure can't take it. You want others to be nice? Then quit being utter fucking cunts.

You know what, I think there's a different between rage bait and calling out on really bad behavior. And you, my sweet pie, proved my exact point. Because you really should be thankful for tumblr machinism as block or tags filters. You could save your time simply by blocking me or the anti bucktommy and anti Tommy kinder tags. But you have to do the other way right? You have to look into that tags to see who you can harass people because let's say your language is harmful so that's the definition of harassment.

On the flip side, I could ignore you, delete your ask and block you right away. But I choose differently because idk ,to prove my point. But at least I take my responsibility for this choice. Maybe you anon already blocked me and here I am, wasting my time for nothing.

And here is the thing, I'm well aware of the anti buddie and even anti Eddie Diaz tags and I don't need them. Why? Because I don't need the negativity. I don't care about them and I certainly don't waste my time for sending hate anon to those bloggers in the tags. Sure there is some people but it's so small amount of people.

So really let's just not continue this useless vicious circle and just let each other live and love whatever we want. Separately .

And oh, obviously there's no point for me to address your writing because you are wrong and I'm right. Just saying..

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Sun or Moon

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note: this is specifically dedicated to @samwinchesterisawhore, @softpia, @rev-glut, @eywas-heir bc they were the emotional support I needed to make this a love triangle😭💕. This is gonna be really light, bc Ive never wrote anything with three people on it, but if u like let me know if you want something more...spiceiiiiii.xoxo

The lab hummed softly with its usual low-tech symphony — gentle pulses of light, the occasional whir of the stabilizer core, and your steady voice murmuring to yourself as your hands danced over the holographic interface. Blueprints hovered in mid-air, layers of your custom tech unfolding and reforming as you ran simulation after simulation. The machine wasn’t finished yet — it wasn’t even close — but it was getting there, and something about working in your dad’s old lab made everything feel more real. More personal. Like he was still here in the walls.

You didn’t hear Bob walk in — his footsteps were too soft. But you felt him, warm and familiar as he slipped behind you and gently slid his arms around your waist, the solid weight of his chest pressing against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, and his breath tickled your neck.

“You know,” he murmured, low and fond, “if this is what genius looks like, I’m in trouble. I’m falling for it. Hard.”

You laughed, instinctively leaning into him with a grin tugging at your lips. “Bob... you keep saying that. I’m starting to think you like me.”

“Oh, I’m way past like,” he whispered, brushing his nose just under your jaw. “You’re gonna have to invent a word for what I feel.”

Behind the glass wall of the lab, just outside the threshold, Bucky had stopped in his tracks.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. He’d come to ask you about access codes for a training module — something practical, normal — but when he saw the way Bob was holding you, the easy way you leaned into him, the sound of your soft laugh echoing against the walls… something deep in his chest seized up.

His eyes narrowed. His lips pressed into a hard line, and the exhale that escaped his nose was sharp, annoyed — almost like a growl.

Yelena, who had been walking beside him and chewing lazily on the last bite of her protein bar, caught the entire shift in his body language. She tilted her head and followed his line of sight.

“They’ve gotten really close,” she said, sounding casual, but there was a knowing edge to her voice.

Still staring at you, Bucky muttered, “They did.”

Yelena watched him for a second longer, then smirked. “It’s kinda cute.”

He didn’t answer. He just clenched his jaw and turned on his heel, walking away with a muttered, “Yeah, adorable,” leaving Yelena shaking her head behind him with a sly little grin.

Later, the lights in the lounge had been dimmed to cozy, and the scent of popcorn and takeout drifted lazily through the air. Someone had picked a classic — Back to the Future maybe, or something equally nostalgic — and the massive screen in Stark Tower’s entertainment room flickered with warm, vintage color as the team settled in.

Bob walked in beside you, your arms brushing with every step. You were still giggling about something ridiculous he’d said on the way there — something about how Tony probably had a secret hoverboard in the basement. As the two of you dropped down on the couch, he casually slung his arm across the backrest behind you, not quite touching, but close enough to count.

“Remind me to raid your dad’s storage,” Bob whispered. “Bet he’s got a real DeLorean somewhere under a cloaking field.”

You nudged his knee with yours. “Only if you’re prepared for it to be booby-trapped.”

At that moment, Bucky stepped into the room, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, looking around like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay.

You turned your head and spotted him instantly. “Hey, Bucky!” you called, smiling and patting the cushion on your other side. “Come sit with us!”

He hesitated — just for a second — then moved toward you, settling down stiffly. He didn’t look at Bob. He didn’t need to.

You leaned into him just slightly, happy to have him there, but the tension in his shoulders was impossible to miss.

As the movie played, Bob leaned over now and then to whisper something that made you laugh — sometimes a dumb comment about the actors, sometimes a subtle brush of his fingers on your arm. You were relaxed, comfortable, unaware that every one of those moments made Bucky’s jaw a little tighter.

He leaned over suddenly, voice low and close to your ear. “You cold?”

You blinked. “No... why?”

“You’ve got goosebumps.” His fingers lightly skimmed your arm. “Must be me, huh?”

You gave him a curious smile, a little surprised. He didn’t usually flirt like this — not with you. Not openly.

Bob glanced over, his eyes narrowing slightly before looking back to the screen. Bucky leaned back with the barest smirk on his lips, clearly satisfied that he’d been noticed.

And you, caught in the middle, started to feel the air crackle — something unspoken tightening between the two men at your sides.

The clang of gloves on punching pads echoed through the training room. Sweat slicked your back as you spun into a kick, blocked easily by Bob. You grinned, catching your breath.

“Getting better,” you teased, circling him. “Still a little slow on the left, though.”

“Yeah?” he said, wiping a bit of sweat from his temple. “You gonna correct me again?”

You feinted right, ducked left, and swept his legs — but he caught you, laughing as you both tumbled. When the dust settled, you were both on the mat, tangled, breathless — and for just a second, you were chest-to-chest, his face hovering inches from yours.

That was the exact second Bucky walked in.

His boots thudded hard against the floor as he crossed the room in long, fast strides. “What the hell is going on?”

You and Bob scrambled up, surprised. “Sparring?” you offered, a little confused.

Bucky didn’t look at you. His eyes were locked on Bob. “You think I’m an idiot?”

Bob stood, his hands raised slightly. “It’s training, man. Chill.”

“Training?” Bucky repeated, voice rising. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing? The little touches, the whispering, always crawling around her like a shadow?”

Bob’s expression hardened. “It’s not like that.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

Bucky shoved Bob, hard enough to make him stumble back a step. “I brought you here to protect you, to give you a place, and this is how you thank me? Trying to steal her from me?”

“Steal her?” Bob’s jaw flexed. “She’s not yours, Bucky.”

“No,” Bucky snapped, his voice cracking, “but she’s not yours either. So stay the fuck away from her. I’m not saying it again.”

Silence fell across the room like a dropped weight.

Bob looked like he was about to snap. His hands clenched at his sides. His body tensed, ready to strike — until he looked past Bucky and saw you.

You weren’t angry. You weren’t yelling.

You were just... hurt. Standing there quietly, watching with wide eyes and a deep sadness etched across your face. Like this was something you didn’t want — something you’d hoped would never happen.

Bob exhaled hard through his nose. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, his boots heavy on the floor as he disappeared through the doors.

Bucky stayed where he was, his chest heaving, fists still tight. You didn’t move. And when your eyes met his, something inside him cracked, guilt creeping in behind the storm.

The room felt colder after that.

The air was crisp on the rooftop, and the night was quiet — too quiet for how loud your heart felt in your chest. You pushed open the door, stepping out with hesitant steps. The familiar creak of the hinges made Bucky glance over his shoulder, but he didn’t say anything. He just went back to staring at the skyline like it was holding him together.

He knew why you were here. And honestly, so did you. But that didn’t make this any easier.

You crossed the rooftop slowly, stopping beside him at the railing. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You didn’t know how to start. He looked like he was bracing for a storm.

“…You okay?” you asked finally, voice quiet.

“No,” he muttered. “Not really.”

The silence that followed was thick. Uncomfortable. You looked down at your hands, fingers nervously twisting together. He still wouldn’t look at you.

“What happened earlier… with Bob… and you…” he began, then stopped. “I didn’t handle it right.”

“No, you didn’t,” you said softly. “You blew up in front of everyone.”

“I know.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “I couldn’t take it. Seeing him with you. Touching you. Making you laugh like that. It just—something in me snapped.”

You nodded slowly. “I noticed.”

He turned to face you now, eyes stormy and filled with something deeper than jealousy. Something that had been buried for too long.

“I need you to know that I didn’t say those things to him because I think I own you,” he said. “I said them because… because I’ve been in love with you for a long time. And I didn’t say it. And now someone else has your attention and I just—”

“Bucky,” you interrupted, your voice trembling. “Please don’t.”

He blinked, startled. “What?”

“I can’t… I can’t do this right now.”

His brows furrowed. “Why?”

You stepped back from the railing, giving yourself space. Breathing room.

“Because I don’t know what I feel anymore,” you said, eyes shimmering. “For so long it was just you. Ever since we got you out of HYDRA, I… I fell for you. Hard. And I waited. I gave you space. I figured you needed time, and I was okay with that. But then you were just gone. You barely texted. You left and didn’t say goodbye.”

Bucky looked pained, eyes searching yours. “I know. I was scared.”

“I know you were,” you said, gently. “I didn’t blame you. But then Bob came along. And he was just… warm. Kind. He talks to me. He listens. He notices the small things. And I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I started liking him too. And now I feel stuck.”

Your voice cracked, and you let out a small, helpless laugh.

“I feel like the most confused idiot in the world. Because I still love you, Bucky. I always have. But I’m starting to fall for him too. And I don’t know what to do with that.”

Bucky stared at you, stunned into silence.

“You can’t just drop this confession on me and expect me to be ready to choose,” you whispered. “Because I’m not.”

There was a long pause. His shoulders rose and fell with a heavy breath.

“…I’m not asking you to choose right now,” he said eventually. “I just needed you to know how I feel. I needed to stop pretending I didn’t.”

You nodded slowly, biting your lip.

“And Bob?” he asked, quieter this time. “Does he know how you feel?”

You hesitated. “…No. Not really. I don’t even know how to tell him.”

Bucky looked away again, jaw tight. “Then maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“No,” you said, stepping forward again, reaching for his hand. “You needed to say it. I needed to hear it. I’m glad you did.”

His hand curled around yours gently, fingers rough but familiar. Safe.

“Just… give me time,” you said. “Please.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand. “Take all the time you need.”

You leaned your forehead against his chest for just a moment — a soft, stolen second of comfort — before pulling away.

And as you walked back inside, heart still torn, you couldn’t help but wonder… which ache would hurt worse: losing the one who’s always been there in the shadows, or the one who made you feel seen in the light?

You froze.

It was his voice again — louder this time, strained and laced with something desperate. You turned, startled, and saw him sprinting across the rooftop toward you.

“Bucky, what are you—?”

Before the words could leave your mouth, he reached you.

His hands cupped your face, his breath hitched, and then—

He kissed you.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, aching, years in the making. It hit you like a wave, like all the pain and longing and love he had buried under silence and time had finally found air. Your body stiffened for a second before your hands instinctively reached for him — not to pull him closer, but to hold him in place, suspended in this second you never thought you’d get.

His lips trembled against yours when he finally pulled back, breathless and wide-eyed.

“I couldn’t let you go,” he said, voice hoarse, forehead resting against yours. “Not without knowing. Not without showing you.”

You were speechless, blinking at him with a thousand things you could say but none that felt like enough.

“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he whispered. “Since the day you walked into that damn Hydra facility and looked at me like I was worth saving. You’ve haunted me ever since.”

Your throat tightened. You couldn’t breathe.

“Bucky…”

“I’m not asking you to fix anything. I’m not asking for answers. I just… I had to know what it felt like. Just once.”

You looked up at him — at those impossibly blue eyes, that trembling mouth, that aching hope on his face.

And still… your feet moved.

You stepped back.

His hands dropped from your face slowly, like letting go of something sacred.

“I… I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I just— I need to think. I can’t— I don’t know what to do with any of this right now.”

He didn’t stop you. Not this time.

He only nodded once, jaw tight, eyes flickering with something you couldn’t name.

And then you turned and walked away again, your lips still burning from his kiss… and your heart in absolute chaos.

---

The tower was quiet.

It was late—past midnight—and you were curled up in bed, the soft lamp casting a warm pool of light over your sheets. A book lay open in your lap, one you’d read a dozen times before, your fingers gently skimming the page but your eyes unfocused. Your mind wasn’t on the words. Not really. It had been a long few weeks. The team settling in. The chaos of having both Bucky and Bob in the same space. The tension.

Especially the tension.

You sighed and turned the page, even though you hadn’t really absorbed the last one. The silence was calming, a rare moment of peace in the chaos of your days—

Knock knock.

The sound was soft. Hesitant.

You blinked and sat up straighter. “Come in?”

The door creaked open slowly, and there he was.

Bucky.

Hair messy, shirt wrinkled, shadows deep beneath his eyes. His hand lingered on the doorframe like he might change his mind.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough.

“Hey,” you echoed, warmth already spreading in your chest. “Everything okay?”

He hesitated. Then stepped inside, closing the door behind him gently.

“I, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “Had a nightmare.”

Your heart ached at how small his voice had gotten.

“Oh, Buck…” You shifted to the side instinctively, patting the empty space beside you on the bed. “Come here.”

He didn’t argue. Just exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all day and made his way over, climbing under the covers beside you. His body was warm. Solid. His metal arm stayed above the sheets, tense, like it didn’t know where it belonged.

You turned slightly, your head propped on your hand. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head. “Not really. Just… wanted to be near you.”

The words sat heavy between you, sweet and sad and full of something unsaid.

You nodded softly. “You know you can always come to me, right?”

His eyes flicked to yours. Blue and stormy. “Yeah,” he said. “I know.”

Silence fell again. Not uncomfortable, just charged. You reached over without thinking and brushed your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes at the touch, exhaling slowly like your fingers were rewiring him in real time.

“I missed this,” he whispered.

“This?” you asked softly.

“You,” he clarified. “Your voice. Your laugh. The way you always hum when you’re reading. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I had it again.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Bucky…”

He opened his eyes and turned slightly to face you. “I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

You were barely breathing.

“I liked you,” he said, voice low, vulnerable. “Since the tower. Since the quiet mornings in the kitchen when it was just us and coffee and the sound of the city. I just… didn’t think I deserved to say it out loud.”

Your lips parted, your heart racing.

“I liked you too,” you admitted, voice barely a whisper. “Since the moment we brought you back from Hydra. You were so quiet. But when you looked at me, it was like you saw everything. And I always felt safe with you.”

Bucky swallowed hard. “Then why didn’t we ever—?”

“I don’t know,” you said, shaking your head gently. “Fear? Timing? You disappearing on missions for months?”

He chuckled. “You ghosting my messages when I finally texted?”

You gasped, mock-offended. “I didn’t ghost you! I was—processing.”

He smiled. Really smiled. And it made your heart twist in your chest.

You stared at each other, the space between you warm and trembling. His fingers brushed your cheek. You didn’t pull away.

“I still feel like I’m dreaming,” he said softly.

“You’re not.”

“I wish I was brave enough to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched. Your voice dropped to a whisper.

“What if I wanted you to?”

His eyes darkened, lips parted—but he didn’t move. His thumb stroked your jaw.

“I’d probably never stop,” he murmured.

You smiled gently, heart fluttering. “Maybe we shouldn’t start just yet.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay. Just this for now.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, hands tangled loosely in the sheets between you.

You stayed like that for a while—together, finally, after all the time lost.

And when you both eventually drifted off to sleep, you were wrapped in Bucky’s arms, the world quiet again… at least for tonight.

---

The sun was just beginning to filter through the tower’s wide windows, golden light spilling across the marble floors like spilled honey.

You stood in the kitchen, barefoot, wrapped in one of your oversized sweatshirts, nursing a cup of coffee you didn’t really want. The night had been… intense. You’d barely slept, not from discomfort, but because Bucky’s arms had held you so securely, so tenderly, like you were something he’d lost and finally found again.

You’d woken up with your face pressed into his chest, his breathing slow and warm, the metal arm protectively looped around your waist. It had felt safe. Familiar. But also terrifyingly real.

Now, your chest felt heavy.

And then you heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind you.

Bob.

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice still thick with sleep, hair slightly mussed. His blue hoodie was slung over his shoulder, his eyes already scanning you like he could read your every emotion.

You forced a smile, warm but faint. “Hey.”

He came to stand beside you, grabbing a mug and pouring himself some coffee in silence. The tension wasn’t hostile—it was soft. Tired. Real.

Bob took a sip, leaning against the counter. “You didn’t sleep alone”

Your eyes flicked up to him. “No.”

He nodded once, he saw bucky going to your dorm in the middle of the night. His jaw tightening for just a moment before he looked down at his cup.

“I’m not mad,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

There was a beat of silence before you exhaled slowly, setting your cup down. “Bob… I need to be honest with you.”

His eyes met yours. Soft. Open.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admitted, voice trembling slightly. “I feel like I’m being pulled in two different directions, and I don’t want to hurt you. I never wanted to. But last night, Bucky… I’ve had feelings for him for years. Since Hydra. But you… you’ve been here lately. You’ve made me feel seen. Like I’m more than just Tony Stark’s daughter or the girl left behind. You made me feel like me.”

Bob nodded, his throat visibly tightening.

“I don’t want to lead you on,” you continued, blinking fast. “But I don’t want to lose you either. And I’m confused. I feel like my heart is trying to split itself down the middle and it’s not fair to either of you.”

Bob was silent for a moment. Then, with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he said, “You’re not leading me on. You're being honest, which is more than most people ever are.”

He looked down, then back at you. “I’m not going to compete with Bucky. That’s not what this is. I don’t want to be ‘better’ than him. I just want to be someone you want.”

“I do,” you whispered, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. “That’s the problem.”

Bob smiled, then gently took your hand in his. His warmth grounded you instantly.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “Even if you end up choosing him. I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”

You stepped closer without thinking, leaning your forehead against his chest. His arms came around you slowly, carefully, like he was holding something precious.

“I’m a mess,” you murmured against him.

“You’re my mess,” he said with a soft chuckle. “And I’m still hoping. Just... not pushing.”

You stayed like that for a while. Wrapped in something quiet. Uncertain. But safe.

And outside the kitchen, down the hall, Bucky leaned against the wall — hearing just enough to understand, and feeling that familiar ache rise in his chest like it always did when something he wanted was just a little out of reach.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT SOMETHING MORE HOTT, and even if you want to give me ideas of what kind of interactions you want between them, I want to make you wishes come true...and I also need help cause Ive never wrote something with more than 2 people on it.

[romanoffsbish]

Sex on the Beach

Wanda Maximoff x F!R (College AU)

Natasha x F!R x Yelena (found family)

Warnings: Alcohol | Possessive / Jealous Wanda | Mutual Pining | Shy / Awkward R | Natasha is a little shit 💕

Smut: Awkward/Sweet 1st time (Dialogue Breaks) | Mommy (W) | Thigh-Riding / Strap / Oral (R) | Marking | Oral (W)

With Natasha’s lover deployed for the holiday’s she takes an interest in her best friend’s pathetic love life. | WC: 8,676

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"Natasha, I swear to god I will never forgive you," you whined, hands clutching desperately onto your best friend's crossed arms, but she wasn't phased one bit.

That much was clear as she slowly rolled her eyes, "There are eight rooms, and eleven of us Y/N, there's no way around it. Val and Carol are sharing, I'm the one grouped up with Lena, so suck it up buttercup."

"I can bunk with Bucky!" Natasha laughed, "Yeah, and then when Steve sneaks in what will you do? Pretend to be asleep while they fuck like it's the closet, again?"

You quite frankly didn't mind such vile behavior. Anything seemed better to you than the alternative.

——

"Love is love," you used the mantra as a plead and the redhead nearly keeled over. "Nice..." You grinned then, with a doomed sense of glee. "Still not happening."

"Then why don't you make them bunk together?"

"Because they'd know we know, and it is rude to force people out of their clear glass closets Y/N/N." You simply huffed in reply, and pushed her slightly as you released your former death grip on her. Natasha smiled softly this time, but she refused to change her mind. It was her job as your best friend to push you in the right direction, even if you couldn't see the bigger picture just yet. "Hey! At least Wanda doesn't snore."

You knew from experience Natasha was making the biggest sacrifice of all with Yelena, but quite frankly you didn't care. Right now you are feeling spiteful.

Natasha cackled at the middle finger you threw her way, but it was more so because you tripped as you spun to get away from her. You never hit the ground though as two dainty, albeit mighty hands caught you.

Wanda's eyes had lit up, her nose scrunched as her lips raised joyfully. Natasha could see the hearts circling. So, the redhead took her cue to go, and that made the brunette even more pleased to have you all to herself.

"Falling for me so soon, kitten?" Wanda teased, her lips curled up into an obnoxiously hot smile as your uncrossing eyes peered up at her, you were paralyzed; unsure if you wanted to kiss her grin away or slap it out of existence. The way she never failed to leave you in a hazy state of mind infuriated you, like yes, she was a gorgeous woman, but did she have to crumble you?!

The answer was also yes, all you offered the girl was a weak thanks for saving you from scraped palms, then you quickly scurried off to the room she'd be in soon.

Just like every time, you didn't look up nor back at her, ensuring you missed her sad eyes and pouty lips. If you wanted her plenty, she wanted you even more. Nobody else interested her quite like you did. Wanda had seen you at a few frat parties before she then forged her way into your friend group through Carol and Valkyrie.

They were all on the same volleyball team, and they hit it off so well that they brought her to a game night. You weren't known for your silence, but when she entered that apartment you suddenly became mute. Natasha teased you for a week about your pathetic gay panic, she even tried to tell you it was a mutual crush, but you refused to believe her; she who would never lie to you, yet you questioned her loyalty, lost in a haze of fear.

Natasha was honestly offended; more so determined.

Which is why she had to resort to begging Tony not to book the bigger place for the winter break kick back you were having. None of you had family, at least not the kind worth visiting, so you celebrated together.

For a change of pace from snow and gloom, the lot of you saved up enough for getting passports and Tony refused to let any of you worry about the rest. Howard was not a good father, or man quite frankly, but his well of guilt money was something Tony appreciated.

The Fijian resort he booked was gorgeous, and resided on a private part of the oceanfront, but was still within walking distance of the communal areas. It might be winter vacation, but you were in a sunny paradise across the world, the palm trees swayed as the brisk breeze brought on by the ocean blew right on by.

It was warm and humid, just as you'd expect in a tropical paradise such as this one. After the awkward moment spent embarrassing yourself with your crush you made sure to not be there when she got to the room. Fortunately for you she was stopped by the long term lovers, Care and Val, so you had just enough time to drop your belongings off before exploring the island.

The island was beautiful and the people were friendly enough to even give you a tour of the not so common spots. It was peaceful talking to strangers, and unlike in the states you didn't feel like you were a bother.

After they'd been so generous with their time you thanked them with lunch before heading back to where your friends were all lazing about indoors. To avoid further embarrassment you settled down in the sand and before you realized it you'd spent hours out there.

Perched under a cluster of trees, lost in a nsfw book, honestly you could've stayed there until the sun had set but your friends never really could let you know peace.

"I'm not going," you immediately denied whomever it was that was sent to collect you. Fearful to see the brunette of your dreams after finally calming down.

"Y/N, you need to stop being such a party pooper!"

You sighed softly, knowing that of course Natasha would send the only other person who doesn't back down when it comes to your antics; a lifetime of friendship tends to come with these pesky advantages.

After a moment of anxious thoughts you sighed again, slid a bookmark between the nearly finished pages then held your hand out for the impatient blonde. Yelena grumbled, "took you long enough, I was getting tired of the pity partying," as she hoisted you up with a force that nearly put you right back on the ground.

"It's not a pity party," you weakly defended in offense but the blonde only cackled as she began to walk off, "Y/N, you are all alone reading a book about sex with longing eyes and a pout, totally unnecessary too since you have someone patiently waiting to rail you..."

"Oh my god, Yelena!" The blonde took off before you could berate her like her mom would, but not without shouting back that Natasha had picked your outfit out for you with express instructions on not deviating.

For a split second you considered dropping back into the you shaped hole in the sand, but you knew Yelena was only a warning. If Natasha came to collect you it would be more embarrassing and it was only day one of the trip, there were still nine left to go so you caved.

Once you got to your room you found it to be empty of the woman you feared being around, but her elegant scent lingered and left you in a state of contemplation.

Would it really be so bad to see if Natasha is right?

Could you really be oversimplifying her kindness?

The more you consider it, the more you see her point. Wanda never missed a chance to talk to you, even in the hallways of the massive university she said hello. You usually nodded your head or squeaked out a hi, which you now hope she didn't take offensively. The last thing you'd ever want would be to offend her.

Then there was the glaring proof of today, when she playfully insinuated you'd fall for her... Either she is just a full time tease or you are an oblivious idiot. Truthfully, it was likely a combination of the two.

Your thoughts of consideration died when you looked down to see clothes that were not from your luggage. Natasha had apparently gone shopping for, not with, you and laid out a swim suit and two overlay options.

There was a strapless, one piece swimsuit, which you were grateful for, but the fabric over the hips was cut out and only barely passed the test of your boundaries. After you slipped into it you were left with a dilemma, wear the sheer swim slip or the form fitting dress.

"Good choice," a raspy voice called, you didn't even flinch, part of you expecting the woman to be keeping an eye on you just in case you tried to bail. Natasha chuckled, "at least this time you aren't falling," as you'd flipped the redhead off once more, this time without turning to face her as you were getting dressed.

"Or was that on purpose?" Natasha teased, "Letting Wanda save you—the pretty damsel in distress."

"I hate you," you grumbled as you turned to glare at her. Natasha negated your phrase as her hands moved to pat down the fly away hairs ruined by the fabric sliding over your head, then she smiled proudly. "You sure clean up well when you are properly supervised."

"Now, now... None of that," Natasha scolded as you flopped back onto your mattress in a defiant manner, huffing angrily in Russian to get the point across. "You are getting better, the lessons with mama are working."

"Da," you smiled fondly thinking of Melina, who was one of the only of your friend's parents you liked. The woman presents outwardly as cold, but it's not true. You knew what cold was, you'd grown up with it and so the Russian's house was like a home away from hell.

When Melina said, "How's my baby girl been?" last year while moving to hug you first instead of Nat or Lena you nearly sobbed all over the woman's blouse. But with a petty quip from Lena, "what are we then? Just her daughters?" followed by a jab to her ribs from Natasha who smiled at you, the urge to break down was gone and you kept it together to celebrate.

This year their mom had gone back home, they were going to go along but she was adamant they focused on their friendships and hopefully partners soon. Yelena wasn't as hopeless as you, but Kate unfortunately was.

Nat had Maria—who was deployed for the holidays, and it was then that you realized her focusing on your love life was for her distraction and her mom's joy.

"Stop having googly eyes for my mom," she gagged, "Save them for Wanda." You stood up and pulled your friend's face into your hands, expression far too serious for the redhead to believe you were in distress. "We didn't want to tell you girls yet, but Melina and I are..."

"Don't you finish that sentence you disgusting freak!"

Natasha ripped her face from your hands so she could escape the torture that was your devilish humor. Just as she reached the door she turned to you with a fixed glare as you were wiping away humored tears. "What?"

"Stop standing there like an idiot and follow me Y/N."

You followed the redhead silently, but with a scowl so that she knew you didn't align with her view of you. The walk to the private cabana was silent, but soon the booming voices of your friends surrounded you as they practically cheered. "You two are behind on shots!"

Tony wasted no time after alerting you to the 'dilemma' before he was handing you two full to the brim with what you knew to be the most expensive vodka. The drops lost down your chin probably worth more than the beat up Camry that you drove around back home.

After the burn in your throat faded you stepped into the circle and clashed a third shot into your friends before the lot of you tossed them back with glee. You could feel your mind and body loosening up, it was a relief honestly but then you caught sight of the deep, vivacious green eyes that were raking over your body.

In turn, you followed suit and were not disappointed. Natasha dressed you more provocatively but Wanda looked like she was interested in a casual evening. The brunette didn't need the skimpy dress or makeup to attract the attention of others, at least not with you.

Currently, she was wearing a nude bikini, the top noticeable behind the lengthy patterned cover up. Yet it still turned your mind to mush without the flair and left you to ponder if you were ready to make a move.

Your eyes continued to shamelessly wander her body, a side effect of the strong booze you supposed. There was a thin gold chain that worked like a choker around her neck, with another chain that dangled down the front and drew your attention to the valley of her chest as it only stopped just above her navel. It took everything in you not to gawk at her breasts, so you trailed your eyes back up to find her staring at you, eyes full of tease.

You definitely knew then you weren't ready, the closest you came was to send her an easy smile and Wanda sent back a more enthusiastic one because to her that was still progress. If she played her cards right this trip and thanked the godsend that is Natasha for forcing proximity she might just leave Fiji with you on her hip.

Natasha sent you a soft glare when you excused yourself to the ladies room, where after using the restroom you decided you'd build your courage up a bit more before you would even try to start a conversation.

That's how you found yourself patiently waiting your turn at the bar, sitting sideways on the stool as you fondly watched your friends from afar with a smile.

"Sex on the beach!" Yes, most definitely you thought while giving Wanda another look over. Then you were brought back to reality when the bartender tapped your shoulder. Your body shook with fright, but you regained your composure as you shifted. Kelani, the bartender, smirked as you cocked your head to the side in question. "Courtesy of the lady at the end of the bar." You gulped, clearing your throat to thank the woman then turned to see Natasha in a cloak. The redhead winked, then slinked away to the restroom.

It seemed the persistent woman had a death wish, because if you didn't get to her first, Wanda might.

Unfortunately, you were whisked away before you could reach your shit head of a best friend, who you figured was planning something all day long. Shit head was beginning to seem like an understatement when you felt a body pressing yours into the side of a door.

How the hell did you get inside so quickly?

Wanda was fuming, she was no stranger to a one night stand, and there was no way in hell she'd let you follow the dead woman walking there. It actually hurt her to see you making your way through the crowd to do so.

Was the smile you sent her in vain? Were you merely trying your hand at letting the woman down easy?

There was no part of Wanda willing to accept that, even if you were free to mingle with whomever. She couldn't let you try before you gave her a chance, so she pulled you away from the public, prying eyes of the locals so that she could try her luck one final time.

A light flickered on and you saw your belongings, then you saw a tumultuous sea of green staring down at you, she looked hurt and that made your heart ache and mind nervous. "Wh-what was that W-wanda?"

"What were you doing following that woman Y/N?" She decided to answer your question with one of her own instead, and slowly tilted her head to the side. It felt like you were in trouble, so you remained quiet and it nearly infuriated her but then she saw your gaze.

It was soft, inquisitive in nature, but moreover dilated.

Something deeper than lust swirled; annoyance, and that's when she got the answer. Wanda already had her suspicion of who it was, and she silently thanked her before readjusting her position as well as her words.

"You don't have to be so shy around me, you know?" You did know, but the bashfulness wasn't something you controlled around the goddess, much like your mouth when tipsy, "I know, but like—I can't help but to be turned on by the sight of you."

Well, so much for remaining bashful, Wanda's cheeks warmed before your very eyes, but you missed it as you closed them due to embarrassment. It was taking all of her willpower not to give you what you were both in need of. You were far too special for a quickie, she fully intended to take her time with you, "You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?"

"F-fun?" Wanda's eyes fell to catch the trepidation of your throat, it bobbed out, almost unnaturally. You both knew there was no going back as her knee slid between your thighs to press into your wet swimsuit.

An airy chuckle left her as you whined, the woman knew for damn sure you'd barely made it to the bar so there was no way you'd taken a dive in the water first.

"Yes honey," she purred as she leaned in closer, "fun," her nose nuzzled against yours and her hot breaths mixed with your own. "Seems you're more than ready, so unless you want to object I'm going to kiss you.

"I-I," your voice trembled as your eyes watered and she lessened the pressure of her knee against your core, a sense of fear in her soul that she'd been too forward.

Wanda softly pressed, "What is it sweetheart?"

"I don't do one night stands," you squeaked out rather pitifully before finding some confidence. "I don't find anything wrong with the notion but it's not for me."

Wanda internally beamed, not only would you not have left that bar with a stranger tonight, but you were able to set a clear boundary; she not only respected it but she agreed with you. Wherever the night takes you two it would never be a once off for the brunette, who unbeknownst to you, was a total hopeless romantic.

Wanda responded softly, her tone free of pressure, "We don't have to sleep together Y/N, we can just lay down and get to know each other better if you aren't ready."

Her nose firmly pressed into yours as she continued, not leaving you a chance to reply before she laid it all out on the table. "I need you to know that as much as I crave you honey, it's not just your body, contrarily what I want most is for your heart to be mine."

With a confidence Wanda had yet to detect you gently pushed her back, initially her heart quivered at the thought of your incoming rejection, but it never came. Instead, you smiled a bit more bravely and pulled the outer layer you'd worn off to reveal just the one-piece.

"If you are being genuine, Wanda, then all I ask is that you take it slow please. I'm not the best at all of this..."

Wanda grinned, her hands quickly found purchase on your waist, unexpectedly rough thumbs ran over the bare skin and caused goosebumps to lay in their wake. Reminding you of the punk band she plays in with her brother and Clint on the weeknights at local bars. A small smile adorned your face, you began to get lost in the memory of the one time you watched them live.

Wanda tilted her head. "What did I lose you to, hm?"

You chuckled softly, "A memory of you performing."

"Oh," she sounded genuinely surprised, and that was because she never knew you'd gone to a show. A part of her was honestly embarrassed, but she covered it up with a tease, "If you were there, then why did I never see you amongst the groupies..." You rolled your eyes and she giggled, the follow up look in your blown out eyes told her she was taking too long to fuck you.

So the woman simply took a second to breathe in the moment, her head leaned back as she smiled broadly up at the ceiling from merely feeling you. "Wanda..."

Her soft, warm lips brushed over yours, cutting off your expected pleading, but she refrained from kissing you just yet. "Want mommy to take control detka?"

A deep, sensual chuckle sounded off the walls as you whimpered and pressed yourself into her. "Please."

The brunette slid her hands up, caressing your sides as her lips gently pecked your cheek, then they crossed over one another as she wrapped you in her embrace. Both of you stood there in silence, breaths mixing but neither of you moved to rid your life of the gap. Time stood still alongside you both until Wanda got her own nerves under control so that she could perform well.

"Is sex before a first date alright with you," she teased with inflection, but her eyes were genuinely inquisitive.

The silence paired with your adorable pout urged her to go on. With a heavy sigh, she did just that. "I ask, again, because once I kiss you Y/N, I don't know how quickly I will be able to stop myself. You just, you make me feel out of control detka, so just please be sure."

The look in her eyes was palpable, lust swirled and you felt a pulse of need between your thighs. You whined, "Mommy please," body too desperate for her attention for you to worry about the embarrassment anymore.

Wanda simply hummed, her thumbs gently dug into your skin and you obediently met her gentle gaze. You could see she wanted to, the way she gripped your hips even tighter a clear sign, but you could see that she needed more reassurance. "I trust you Wanda."

Wanda nods, smile soft as she finally broke the distance, her lips pressed to yours with an earnest need all while her hands returned to your hips so that she could aide you in getting off on her bare thigh. A part of your hazy mind still wondered when she had even removed her swimsuit cover, but the pleasure you felt from her choices left your mind incapable of thought.

The kiss was initially messy and awkward as the two of you got used to the shared affection, but once a rhythm had been set with her hands on your hips you were able to melt more easily into the lip lock. Your mind began to slip away, and the bubbling anxiety followed.

Eventually though, the pleasure became too much as Wanda swiftly slid your swimsuit to the side, the both of you groaned at the much more intimate feeling. It was suddenly tense, the brunette's lips had moved to kiss all over the skin you'd left exposed all the while her hands never stopped building you to your peak.

"Cum for mommy whenever you like," she purred, almost teasingly as she somehow knew you were close. Part of you wanted to feel embarrassed but you were too deep in pleasure to care that you looked desperate.

You came seconds after she left a mark on your neck, in the little juncture where it met with your shoulder. Wanda bit down harshly as she felt your delightful arousal ooze down her thigh, her own need now rising.

Wanda suddenly pulled away to catch the look of bliss on your face, internally cursing herself for nearly missing it; no way she'd waited all this time to see it just to miss it. Fortunately, she was just in time to watch your mouth fall open, and fuck if you weren't the most alluring beauty the woman had ever seen; a mess

The top of your suit had shifted down some as every time Wanda had roughly moved your body back the oak door would shift the elastic red fabric. A peak at your areoles had her mind positively spinning with the endless possibilities for the ways to have you.

The thoughts overwhelmed her while you slowly returned to a state of calm, your once tightly shut eyes fluttered open to catch sight of Wanda with her lip caught between her teeth as her eyes trailed over you.

You leaned in to kiss her slowly, it almost felt like a thank you and that made Wanda's heart swoon further. It lasted for a few seconds until you felt your lungs beg for the break they needed after your intense climax. In the moment of rest you decided to take a page from her book, and the first thing you did now that her body was nearly bare was to gawk at her perky breasts.

They sat so prettily in the cups of her bikini top and you just wanted to bury yourself in the shallow gap that lay between them. Wanda knowingly smirked, finding the look of awe on your face adorable; she was absolutely certain you'd be drooling on her in no time.

"You can touch me detka," she whispered, lips turned up as she met your eyes, "mommy doesn't mind..."

With a shaky hand you reached behind her, fingers gently laid against the clasp of her bra while your eyes searched hers once more for any hesitation. "Do it."

Her nude bra hit the floor, exposing her breasts to you, and just as you'd dreamed before they were perfect. It had always been your thought that all breasts were, no matter if they were lopsided, or small, nothing ever deterred your adoration for the warm, malleable tissue.

Wanda watched the way your tongue slowly licked over your bruised lips, you were hyper fixated on ogling her, but as her hand slid around your neck you realized she was just as desperate as you were to be touched. The worry you once felt melted away as you nuzzled your face against her breasts, lips grazing over the skin in a way that almost felt like teasing. But the woman knew you were just trying to admire the swell of her chest.

A soft sigh left her when you became more firm as your lips pressed into her heated skin. The brunette allowed you to blindly walk her backwards until she fell onto the bed, pulling your body right down with hers. You were lost somewhere in a haze as you suckled on her breasts, leaving behind marks without a thought to if she'd want that, but her moans quelled that rising fear.

Her back arched as soon as your tongue softly flicked over her pert nipple, there was hardly any hesitation as you swirled your tongue around her areola just before you pulled her nipple between your teeth and tugged. The way you suckled on her bud was almost feverish, a gentle laugh left her over a moan as she found your sudden wave of confidence to be a bit unexpected.

Unfortunately, that made you pull away with a crease between your raised brows. "Um, I-I'm sorry if I..."

Wanda replied by wordlessly pulling you back down, your face now hovering her other nipple, it had yet to receive the marvelous treatment and she desperately wanted you to touch her. "Detka, please continue..."

The woman found herself melting as you complied, her back slowly met with the mattress again as she fell into the comfort of your ministrations. Slowly, her hands began to glide over your bare sides, scratching at the skin as you built her arousal up to something painful.

The need to have you overweighed her desire for you to continue satisfying her. Cold hands soon slid beneath the elastic fabric overlaying your body, her nails slowly trailed faint lines over your skin until she finally cupped your breasts as you continued to suck on hers.

On instinct you ground your pelvis down into hers, a moan left you and reverberated around her nipple as you felt something hard rub against you. Again, you hadn't a clue when she had put a strap on, but in the lust of it all you didn't actually care much. Wanda smirked up at the ceiling at your shock, something you caught as you peered up at her from her chest.

"You know," she sighed rather amusedly, "I've dreamt of this moment for a while now and never once did you end up on the top of mommy like this kitten." You released her breast, ready to beg her to let you stay but instead you gasped as her hands groped your tits with precision, using the grip to flip you onto your back.

In a matter of seconds you regained your bearings and saw the consideration in her eyes as she played with the straps of your swimsuit. Wanda watched you gulp down your anxiety before giving her the go ahead, she wasted no time pushing her hands up and out of the top so that she could pull the offensive piece down.

"Holy shit," she chuckled, clearly a bit shocked as she found not only were your nipples pierced but so was your belly button. "My sweet girl is a secret deviant?"

"I was a rebellious teen," you quietly admitted.

"Nothing to be ashamed about kitten," she reassured you within an instant, she saw you internally prepared to shy away though so she shared her own experience with rebellion. "Actually, believe it or not but mommy was too; used to have her lips and nose pierced."

You believed it easily, she was in a punk band...

"I would've loved to see that," you dream aloud and the gorgeous brunette chuckled as she kissed her way up your body until her lips found a home against yours. "I'm sure Pietro will grace you with the evidence."

You cried out at the realization, "Oh god, Natasha..."

Wanda grimaced, pulling back to glare softly as her head tilted naturally. "No more screaming others names... Actually, how about no more talking at all." You were seconds away from combusting, an apology on the tip of your stuttering tongue. "I-I'm s—oh fuck."

Wanda had quickly shushed your apologies as her svelte fingers slid through your lips, collecting the slick warmth from within as she parted them. Her emeralds shone with pure accomplishment and joy as your eyes closed. "Mhm, mommy prefers those sweet moans."

"Tell me honey," Wanda broke her rule again as her wet fingers lifted up to her moving lips. Her thoughts effectively paused as she tasted you for the first time. Wanda moaned around her digits and sucked them clean before she found herself hovering over you. "Do you think you're wet enough for my cock baby? Or do you need mommy's fingers to stretch you out first?"

The crude question made your heart beat out of time, you felt ready for her strap but the idea of her fingers inside of you sounded so appealing. It was actually your attraction to her hands that told Wanda her crush was far from unrequited. You weren't slick with the way you stared at her during your ceramics elective.

Your mind had faltered too, so your thoughts faded. Her eyes dilated at the sound of your pathetic mewl as the tip of her thick strap nudged at your tight hole. Her fingers pressed the crimson cock to the side so that her fingers could enter you instead. The spit that remained helped to ease her in alongside your decadent slick.

Wanda had already decided for you, and it just so happened that she too had fantasized about just how good you'd feel around her fingers. However, in your mind it would have been at a faster pace, Wanda wanted to take her time and really get to feel you.

Her fingers kept a steady pace until your moans had calmed into occasional mewls, then she slid back in and scissored your walls further apart, a third finger entered you as her thumb began to circle your clit. You had gasped against her face and Wanda felt powerful.

"M-more please," you whimpered hoarsely into her ear, her fingers entered back inside you just as you pleaded further, "Mommy please, let me cum!!" Wanda curled her fingers into your greatest depths and you came with a loud cry as she grunted hotly in your ear.

Her fingers continued to sensually stroke and prod at that rough, yet tender spot within your greatest depths just so she could continue to hear your sweet gasps of a drawn out pleasure. The throb between her own legs was only intensified as you begged for her to stop but also keep going in the same breath as your hips canted.

Wanda whispered something in Sokovian, you'd never know but she was cursing you for being so hypnotizing. No one had ever made her this needy for a release, her hips followed yours so she ripped her fingers from your core. A satisfied hum garbled by her fingers sounded off above as she once again licked her fingers clean.

"I can't wait to taste you from the source kitten," she practically squealed and you found her giddiness to be so intimate with you endearing. Her lips pressed into yours and her velvet smooth tongue slid over yours without so much as a bit of resistance. You sloppily kissed the woman until her strap slid into you halfway.

There was a noticeable burn at the rapid stretch but you whined in disappointment when she pulled out.

To fuck you into the mattress was a dream, sure, but Wanda had other dreams for tonight's fun. "Mommy needs you to ride my cock, pretty girl..." Your eyes had widened but Wanda faced the fear for you by kissing you distracted as her hands flipped your positions.

You landed on top of her with a hmph, and a soft glare as the woman peered down with a smug grin. "I can take it Y/N, you aren't going to hurt me, so hop on."

A shuddered breath left you as you faced the concern head on, lifting your body to hover her raised strap. Wanda nodded and held onto your hip with her free hand as you slowly sunk down. Your walls clenched hard, preventing you from sliding down further so she lifted her now free hand up to stroke your lip on the way up to play with your throbbing bundle. The burn faded into white hot pleasure and soon you bounced; vigorously moving your hips and stealing the air from the woman beneath you's lungs as her clit felt the pleasure every time your bounces provided pressure.

A particular press of the hilt into her clit drew a moan you knew she'd tried to keep buried within her chest. It was so vulnerable and incredibly attractive, so much so that your walls fluttered rapidly around her strap.

"You're close," the brunette grunted with certainty as she began to rock her hips in time to meet your drops, desperate not only for her own release but to see you fall apart above her. "So am I baby, I just—fuck, play with your tits for mommy, please, we'll cum together."

"There you go," she encouraged with a sultry glint in her eyes as her hips unconsciously sped up, her eyes raptly focused in on the way you squished 'em together before moving to pinch your pierced, sensitive nubs.

A guttural moan left the woman when your work paid off, her orgasm sent tingles of pleasure down her spine in a perfect curve. The wave directly ended with the rise of her hips and the subsequent fall of yours. Your pleasure gushed on out of you and drenched Wanda as your upper body lurched forward and her face wound up buried between your breasts that heaved wildly.

There was a sense of satisfaction that charged the air on both of your ends, but it also felt unfinished as you laid on your back, with Wanda's smiling face gazing up at you from between your breasts, a parallel to your earlier, swapped position. "What's on your mind?"

"Am I that obvious," she teased, knowing damn well that her eyes were still desperate for you. Her lips kissed the sides of your breasts as she began her descent, "you know what's coming, so brace yourself."

Even with the clear warning you couldn't help but to moan like a whore and bury your fingers into her hair. Your puffy, overused lips were already so sensitive that the use of her mouth was never needed but she would be damned if she didn't use her tongue to please you.

Wanda preferred to live life on an even keel so she didn't stop when your essence coated her throat, nor when it dripped down her chin or when you pushed her head, desperate for reprieve. No, the carnal need to keep you cumming was enough to keep her munching until you came for the sixth time and yanked her away.

There was no remorse on her glistening face as she peered up at you with a scrunched nose and smiled. "Sorry sweetheart, but you are just so delectable." As expected, you did not reply as you were lost inside your scrambled mind. Wanda perched herself up on her knees and admired your body as it continually jolted. Her hands felt the way that the muscles in your thighs quivered beneath her fingertips from the overexertion.

You'd been fucked into a state near comatose so for now the brunette decided it best to lay beside one another as you recomposed. With an arm slid beneath your waist and her fingers tenderly walking down your body, starting from your face and ending on your hip where she'd swirl her finger into a few shapes before she traced her fingers all the way back to your face.

"Welcome back," she giggled when your eyes cleared as her fingers lightly tapped over your temple. Your eyes narrowed and you huffed softly as you burrowed close. Wanda chuckled as you loudly yawned against the side of her neck then kissed the skin as your lips met. You nudged her until she was flat on her back and suckled, you were tired but also determined to show her a good time. "Honey, we need to clean up and get some rest."

"Please mommy," you croaked sadly, "I want to taste you, just one lick then we can get cleaned up, please."

Fuck. Wanda realized that she couldn't say no to you when you looked so beautiful, eyes glistening under the  bright lights of the room with a post orgasmic glow. At the sight of her nod you kissed down her body happily, making sure to bite down on the bruising skin. Her grip on the base of your neck grew reciprocal as you chose to use pain to arouse her further. You already knew her body so well, it was the best feeling ever.

With a loophole in your mind you kiss her lips, soft enough to not collect much slick to constitute a taste but more than enough to make her cry out weakly. Wanda had about half a mind to rip you away for playing her so well but then your tongue stroked up and down her walls, you had found another cheat.

To you, a lick logically only ended when the stroke faltered but much to her shock it hadn't, not even once.  Though tired you powered through, plunging your muscle in and out of her without the intention to stop. Once her thighs slammed shut you moved your lips up to her clit and rejoiced as she drenched your chin.

"I'd say you very well know what you're doing," she huffed amusedly as she caught your gaze on her face.

"I'm not even sorry," you giggled as you trailed her slick all over her sweaty torso on your way to her lips. Wanda chuckled hoarsely, "Neither am I kitten."

After the both of you took a second to breathe you stared deeply into the others eyes, Wanda cupped your cheek and scrunched her nose as she, in true sapphic fashion, spoke her premature desires into the world. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful human I've ever had the fortune of knowing. I know we haven't spoken much but I want you to know I feel in my heart that you are the person I'm meant to fall in love with."

You gulped, "like soulmates? You think we are?"

Wanda nodded with a grin. "Most definitely, you are the only one who has ever been allowed to taste me."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull and she laughed boisterously at your shock; you were so cute.

"Are you serious?" Wanda nodded with a much more nervous smile. "So, when you hesitated, it was—."

"I really did want you to rest," she interrupted, "but then I saw the dark look in your eyes. They were so droopy and yet you wanted to please me in return."

"Has no one ever tried?" Wanda bit her lip at the question, it felt intrusive but she knew you meant well so she didn't deflect. "Not really. Just once but it felt wrong. I didn't want them to have the access to me."

You beamed with a sweet shine in your eyes, then you kissed her lips with a tenderness that made her smile. "Thank you for trusting me, and taking such good—."

Wanda cut your praise off with a deeper kiss, you lazily swirled your tongue with hers until she was satisfied.

"Don't ever thank me for doing anything for you," she commanded gently, "you deserve to be worshipped."

"I think we're soulmates too," you finally affirmed her prior notion and she looked at you shocked. She had never intended for you to share a response so soon after her aggressively-launched inquiry. But you did, and it was obviously heartwarming. "You're safe."

Wanda tightened her arms around you and just basked in the after glow of her dream come true for a bit. Then, when she felt you were about to drift off she sprung into action while she left you to take a cat nap.

When she returned to the room she lightly stroked your face until your eyes fluttered open. "I know you're tired love but we need to get cleaned up, come on." In a sleepy haze you accepted her hand and let her do it all. There was no visual recollection but you felt her every light touch and heard the sweet nothings as she took her time cleaning you both up to let your muscles soak.

Eventually you two made it back to bed after sharing a water bottle and a container of fruit and nuts that Wanda had snuck to the kitchen to steal for you both. Now you two were perfectly wrapped up together.

Neither of you were too familiar with love, the both of you having spent most of your adult life single, but it's something you felt budding as you melted into her. The brunette was far too content to sleep, with you on her chest her wildest dream had come true, so she was afraid if her eyes took the risk that you'd be gone. Then she felt your soft breaths, and her own exhaustion rise, her extensive exertion caught up to her quickly. Eyes of green trailed over your form once more before closing.

"Oh god," Yelena's voice cracked as she spoke through the door. "I can smell the nefarious things you did."

Wanda rolled her eyes, there was nothing cruel about the way she just made love to your body, but of course the blonde would make your encounter devilish. For a moment Wanda just ignored her presence, pretending to be asleep but Yelena was just too damn intuitive.

"Wanda Maximoff," she sang tauntingly, "We know you are definitely not sleeping. You are probably too busy staring at Y/N with love-sick puppy dog eyes."

Wanda threw the alarm clock that neither of you would use at the door and groaned when all the blonde did was laugh maniacally "Exactly, you are so whipped."

Her voice was strained, "What do you want Belova?"

"Natasha said she doesn't care if you are mid-fuck, the both of you better get dressed and join the bonfire."

At just the mention of Natasha your head popped up, you glared intensely out the window, Wanda giggled.

"Does someone want revenge?" You groaned and put your face back in the safety of Wanda's neck. The way you grumbled incoherently against her skin only made her laugh harder, the sensation having tickled her.

Then the pressure changed, you were no longer talking but instead you were suckling on her skin, returning the favor of visibly marking her until she moaned.

"Okay," Yelena chuckled nervously, "I do not want to have to hear the sinning, take this visit as a warning."

You rolled your eyes this time, knowing the truth to her words which made you pull away. Wanda could see the reluctance in your expression and it made her melt. To see you were eager for a round two focused on her was enough to make her want to ignore Natasha's threats.

It was never up to her though as you got up, Russian curses directed at redhead nothing short of amusing. Even though you presented as grumpy, the woman knew deep down that the meddling Russian sisters were the closest thing to family that you had. So, you rushing to get dressed wasn't in fear of the redheads daunting arrival, but more so you wanting to see her.

To thank her for the push, which you did moments later after the both of you arrived. You led Wanda to a chair big enough for two and left the brunette with a timid kiss, aware that all your friends were there. Tony went to tease you but was stopped by Wanda's glare.

"I'd rather watch this anyway," he chuckled as he turned away from your terrifying girlfriend. Wanda followed his gaze and couldn't help but to laugh, you were chasing Nat around the rough sand on wobbly legs, which only spurred her taunting on tenfold.

Once you caught up to her you tackled the redhead, nobody could hear you two anymore, but they could see you were mercilessly tickling the woman. After a torturous minute she called uncle and you both stood, her hand shook yours in a truce that relaxed you, but then she smirked and leaned in closer to taunt you.

"You're welcome for the fun," her eyes were swirling with mischief as they fell to the side of your neck. "Who knew the group's favorite nun in training had it in her."

"Bite me," you shot back and her eyes sparkled at the ease of her next tease, "Looks like Wanda already did."

Natasha cackled the whole way back to the group as she jogged to her seat to escape your next attack. It wasn't going to deter you though, sand flew from beneath your feet as you neared the group in a rush.

Two seconds before you could reach her though you felt your body being yanked down by what you believed to be gravity, but then you felt softness beneath you.

Wanda had shamelessly pulled you into her lap, she was sat with her legs crossed, and her eyes bore a playfulness to them alongside a bit of sternness. The entire group watched the way you settled, no words needed to be exchanged as you cuddled into her side. The brunette kissed your forehead, then followed it up with a peck to your nose and a languid one to your lips.

"Wow! The beast has been tamed," Tony cheered, the group of your friends giggled loudly and you frowned.

"Careful how you speak of my girl Tony," Wanda said with a tone that dripped with a warning, her eyes not even moving away from yours as she defended you. The sexual energy that oozed off the the two of you was always there, but the visible marks had never been.

Tony sighed at the direct confirmation, "I vote we remove them from the bet," drawing the both of your attention back to your friends who were anxiously sat.

Your tone was clearly confused, "The bet?"

"Catch up kid," the billionaire shot at you, you were just about to remind him you were older but he just continued on being a douchebag, "It was no secret you and the practicing witch would bone this trip. So, as opportunists we all bet on what night it might happen."

You looked to your family with a glare, "Nat? Lena?"

The sisters shrugged while their outstretched hands were collecting the hundreds. "It was an inevitability Y/N Y/L/N, so we obviously made it profitable."

You flipped the blonde off, then the redhead next. The bulk of your friends chuckled when they saw you try to shy away from their gaze by burrowing into Wanda. Everyone was more than thrilled to see you smile like that, all soft and obviously lovestruck for the woman and the brunette adored that you found comfort in her.

"It's okay detka," Wanda coo'd lovingly into your ear, with one hand on your back to soothe you while the other reached out to accept her cut of the bet money. "I'm sure our friends here will pay for our date..."

Tony gasped, but his rebuttal died on his tongue as your smirking girlfriend tilted her head a fraction to the right, her fingers wiggled and the man would swear for years to come he saw a flash of red spark at the tips.

Wanda smirked at the man before her lips fell into something softer as she regarded your sleeping form. Her gaze slowly drifted up to the pair of sisters to her right who stared at her intently. Natasha smiled at her, and in that moment they came to a silent agreement. All your sister by claim wanted was for you to be happy and taken care of, something Wanda promised with a nod. Natasha easily fell back into conversation after.

Yelena however had a much different approach as she glared at the brunette with all the contempt she had within. "Prichini yey bol', i ty umresh', muchitel'no."

(Hurt her and you die, painfully.)

This time, Natasha didn't jab her sister in the hip and Wanda didn't test her chances, she merely nodded.

——

The following morning came with disorientation on your end as you woke up to the sound of a muted buzz. Your mind was still lightyears behind your ears though so you subconsciously thought it was the yardmen on your campus as per usual. Then you felt a body pressed into your sore one and you remembered. You were halfway across the world, entangled with your crush.

It wasn't a fever dream but a glorious reality...

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to see Wanda asleep, with her lips pursed and nose pressed into your chest, the noise from before now had an official source. You wanted to giggle at her, but you merely rolled your eyes and softly cursed your best friend. "Chertov lzhets."

(Fucking liar...)

[forthebrokenheartedthings]

Keep Driving

You guys are now subjected to my backlog. Again most of these are from my Ash and After rejects, but figured they could stand alone. Thanks for reading, liking and sharing. I appreciate you all 💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes and ex!avengers reader

TW: Sexual content (fully explicit), Bucky Barnes 🤤

Try to ignore my mistakes 😅

Summary: When Bucky asks you to the gala, you say yes—even if he says it like a joke. You spend hours getting ready, dress picked just for him.

Then he shows up with someone else.

Sam shows up at your door fifteen minutes later. You go anyway. And when Bucky sees you—he breaks.

You let someone else flirt, let someone else touch, and Bucky finally stops pretending.

What follows is a confrontation, a confession, and a limo ride that doesn’t end until you both admit exactly what you want.

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You’re cleaning a rifle when he says it.

Leaning in the doorway like he always does—shoulder to the frame, arms crossed, that smirk on his face like he’s trying not to let anyone know he has feelings at all.

You’re in your tank top, oil on your fingers, and Yelena’s yelling something from the other room about why the fuck she can’t find her shoes.

“Hey,” Bucky says, “you wanna go to that ridiculous gala with me next week?”

You blink, mid-disassembly. “What?”

He shrugs. “I’ve gotta go. ‘Congressman Barnes’. Dress code. Shiny shoes. One of those things where they parade us around and pretend we’re not criminals with good cheekbones.”

You narrow your eyes. “And you want me to go?”

“Well.” His mouth quirks. “You clean up okay.”

You toss the oily rag at his chest. “Try that again, charm school.”

He grins.

But he doesn’t take it back.

And for some reason—your chest stutters a little.

You play it cool. You roll your eyes. You throw a sarcastic “Yeah, sure, sounds like a thrill” back at him and pretend like it doesn’t matter.

But when he pushes off the doorframe, walking away, he says:

“Cool. It’s a date.”

You don’t ask him what time. Or where. Or if he meant it.

Because if you ask—he might laugh.

And if he laughs, you’ll have to pretend it was funny, too.

————————————————————————————-

You don’t bring it up the rest of the week.

He doesn’t either.

You tell yourself it was a joke. You tell yourself you were joking.

But that doesn’t stop you from buying the dress.

And it sure as hell doesn’t stop you from sitting on Yelena’s sink the night of the gala, curling your hair and pretending it’s not for him.

“That’s a new one,” she says, watching you through the mirror.

You shrug. “Just a dress.”

“You keep telling yourself that.”

You pull mascara through your lashes. Your heart’s in your throat.

You check your phone.

No message.

No call.

No confirmation.

You still keep getting ready.

For him.

Even when the part of you that knows better whispers: he didn’t mean it.

————————————————————————————

You’re nearly done when Yelena walks back into the bathroom.

She’s not carrying your heels. That’s how you know it’s bad.

She’s holding her phone.

Her face is different now—flat, unreadable, like she’s bracing.

She doesn’t say anything at first.

Just hands it to you.

On the screen: a blurry photo from some entertainment gossip account. That carpeted entrance to the gala. A long staircase. Bucky Barnes in a suit.

And a tall woman in a gold dress holding onto his arm.

They look good together.

You don’t breathe for a second.

Then you hand her the phone.

Then you sit down on the edge of the tub and try really, really hard not to let your eyes well up.

Yelena sits next to you.

“You wanna stay home?” she asks.

You laugh—one bitter sound. “I think I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because—” your voice catches. “Because if I go… he’ll know.”

She’s quiet for a second. Then: “He should know.”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

And that’s when she pulls out her phone again.

“Yelena—what are you doing—”

“Calling Sam.”

“Why are you calling Sam?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Yelena.”

“I’m not letting you cry in glitter eyeliner. That shit is waterproof but I have limits.”

———————————————————————————-

She puts it on speaker.

“Yeah?” Sam answers, voice bright over the line.

“You’re going to the stupid gala, right?” Yelena says. No greeting.

“Uh, yeah—wait, what happened?”

“Bucky picked up some girl.”

A beat. Then: “You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Do I sound like I’m kidding?”

There’s a pause. And then: “Put her on.”

Yelena shoves the phone into your hand like it’s a mission brief.

You sigh, wipe under your eye, and say, “Hi, Sam.”

His voice shifts—immediately softer. “Fix that makeup.”

You blink. “What?”

“I’m picking you up in fifteen minutes. I don’t care if you’re barefoot. Fix that makeup, put on that dress, and let’s go show that guy the meaning of jealous.”

You laugh before you mean to.

It bubbles up, a little cracked, but real.

“Fifteen minutes?” you say.

“Fourteen now,” he says. “Clock’s ticking, gorgeous.”

You hang up.

And Yelena grins.

“Let’s burn this place down.”

————————————————————————————

Fifteen minutes later Yelena practically shoves you down the stairs.

Sam is in a sleek tux, crisp white shirt open just enough to be cocky about it, sunglasses on despite the fact it’s past sunset. His mouth drops open the second you appear in the doorway.

Then he whistles.

Loud.

“Damn,” he says, hopping out of the car. “You look like vengeance had a makeover.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips anyway. “You’re not allowed to be hotter than me tonight.”

Sam grins and offers his arm. “I’ll tone it down.”

Yelena leans into the open window as you slide in. “You get into a fight, text me. You get arrested, call someone else.”

You laugh. Sam doesn’t.

“She’s not getting arrested.”

“I’m not ruling it out,” you say.

Sam snorts and climbs in after you. “Let’s make a scene.”

————————————————————————————-

The car smells like leather and money and tension.

You smooth your dress for the fifth time. It’s a deep cut—elegant, sharp, like something that could kill if you moved fast enough. Your makeup is flawless. Your hair looks expensive. You feel taller than you are.

Sam watches you out of the corner of his eye. “You good?”

You nod. “You gonna let me use you for petty revenge?”

“Why do you think I wore this watch?”

You squeeze his hand once. It’s steady.

———————————————————————————

The gala is exactly what you expected—loud, elegant, suffocating.

The building is all glass and chandeliers and cameras. Music drifts from a live quartet tucked into a corner. Waiters float past with champagne flutes. Everyone smells like money and social climbing.

But it’s the staircase that hits you.

The one in the picture.

Wide. Gold-trimmed. The entrance to the ballroom just below.

You pause at the top, Sam on your arm.

And then you see him.

Bucky.

In a tux that fits him like he was born in it. Hair slicked back. Jaw sharp.

And beside him—her.

That same tall woman in the gold dress. Laughing at something he’s not listening to.

Bucky sees you.

His entire posture changes.

He’s in the crowd, drink untouched in one hand, his date chattering quietly at his side. But the second his eyes land on you—

He forgets how to stand.

His jaw slackens. His hand drops an inch. He doesn’t blink.

You can feel the silence crawl into his chest.

He looks at you like you’re not real.

Like you stepped out of some impossible dream in a dress that was stitched from the part of his soul he forgot how to want.

And Sam, bless him, leans into your ear and says with a grin:

“You know, Cinderella was my favorite princess. Looks like it’s his too.”

You almost laugh.

Almost.

But you’re too busy watching Bucky watch you.

Because he’s still not breathing.

Still not listening to a word his date is saying.

And the second your heel hits the first step—he takes one slow, stunned step toward you, like he might not survive this if he stays still.

You don’t stop walking.

Not for him.

Not yet.

The moment your heel touches the ballroom floor, people start moving.

Like water parting around something hot.

Like they feel it—your energy, your silence, your arrival. Even if they don’t know why.

Sam walks with you, arm still loose beneath yours, easy smile in place.

But he knows.

You feel his fingers twitch once. Not for him. For you.

He’s steady because he knows Bucky’s not.

——————————————————————————-

You catch him in the corner of your eye.

Still watching.

His date trying, still, to tug his attention back to their little corner. Her voice lifts, laughter forced, but his head doesn’t turn.

Not even a degree.

It’s glued to you.

You smile.

And then you let someone else approach.

He’s tall. Blonde. A little too eager.

He’s not Bucky.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, eyes already scanning your waist, your neckline, your legs.

You shrug. “You can try.”

Sam smirks. “I’ll be over there. Don’t start a war.”

“No promises.”

———————————————————————————-

The man’s name is Travis.

Of course it is.

He walks you to the bar with his hand already hovering too close to your lower back. You let him. You don’t flinch.

Because you know who’s watching.

He orders for you without asking. The drink is too sweet, but you take a sip anyway.

He leans in close when he talks. Tries to act like he’s charming.

You nod. Let him think it’s working.

You look past his shoulder.

Bucky hasn’t moved.

He’s standing statue-still, shoulders squared, eyes on you like he’s studying. Memorizing. Melting down.

His jaw flexes once.

Then again.

Sam stands behind him, now leaning against a pillar, sipping from a champagne flute and watching Bucky like he’s trying not to burst out laughing.

Then Travis does it.

He puts his hand back on your waist.

Lets it slide.

Lower.

Lingering at the curve of your ass.

And that’s it.

Bucky moves.

Sharp. Controlled.

Not fast—but everyone feels it.

Like something clicked loose and now it’s coming straight toward you.

He walks through the crowd with the focus of a sniper. No one touches him. No one tries.

The air around him changes, and the people near the bar instinctively drift apart like a pressure system just shifted.

Travis doesn’t notice. Not until Bucky stops right behind him.

And takes your hand.

Not rough. Not yanking.

Just claiming.

Cool fingers curl around your wrist like he’s trying to remember if you’re real.

And then—

“We’re leaving.”

His voice is low. Even.

But lethal.

Travis blinks. “Sorry—what?”

Bucky doesn’t look at him. He’s staring at you.

Like nothing else in the room exists.

“We were just talking,” Travis says, more defensive now.

Bucky still doesn’t look.

But Travis looks at him—and that’s enough.

The second he sees Bucky’s expression—

The absolute ice in his face—

He backs up.

“Oh—I didn’t realize she was with someone.”

You pull your hand gently from Bucky’s grip.

“I’m not.”

You say it flat.

Bucky flinches.

Just slightly. Like a punch that lands soft, but still hits.

And then—

“Don’t look at me,” Sam says from a few feet away, raising his glass.

Bucky’s eyes flick that direction.

Sam shrugs. “You had your shot, Barnes.”

You look back at Bucky.

He’s breathing harder now.

Not from anger.

From regret.

You don’t wait.

You walk past him.

Let him follow.

Let him catch up.

Because whatever this is—it needs to end before it kills you.

————————————————————————

The gala doors swing shut behind you with a whisper of silk and pressure.

The air outside is cooler. Quieter. Everything muffled under the weight of what just happened.

Bucky stops a few feet from the valet circle. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t reach for you again.

Just stands there.

Like the whole damn world is caught in his throat.

You cross your arms.

You don’t look at him.

“Don’t do that,” you say softly.

He turns slightly, brows pulling in.

“Don’t come get me like that,” you go on, voice flat. “Don’t pull me away from someone—don’t touch me—if you didn’t mean it.”

“I did mean it,” he says. Fast. Too fast.

You look at him now. Hard.

“Then why didn’t you come with me?”

He blinks.

And there it is.

The sharp flash of guilt in his eyes.

“I asked you,” he says.

“You joked.” You shake your head. “You made it a joke, Bucky, and I still said yes. And you still didn’t show up. You showed up with someone else.”

His mouth opens. Closes.

You press your hands to your sides like you’re holding yourself together.

“I spent hours getting ready,” you whisper, voice cracking. “For you. You didn’t call. You didn’t text. You didn’t even think I meant it, did you?”

“I—”

“I mean nothing to you,” you say, sharper now, louder. “That’s what it felt like. And I let it happen. I let you mean something to me, and you couldn’t even give me—”

“Is that why you think I did this?”

His voice stops you cold.

Quiet.

Wrecked.

He steps closer, slowly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“Is that really what you think?” he says again. “That I didn’t come with you because you didn’t mean anything to me?”

You don’t answer.

He takes another step.

“I didn’t show up because I didn’t think I was allowed to,” he says. “Because I thought if I saw you like that—if I saw you looking like you, and I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch you—I’d fucking lose it.”

You swallow hard.

“And yeah, maybe I joked. Maybe I chickened out. Because how the hell am I supposed to think someone like you would say yes to me?”

Your throat tightens.

“I’ve been in love with you since I saw you,” Bucky says.

Voice low. Shaking.

“And I have tried so hard to stay out of the way. To stay good. To not take anything I’d ruin. But I saw you tonight and I—fuck, I couldn’t do it.”

You just stare.

“I never thought I could have peace without fucking it up,” he says. “But you were peace. You’ve always been peace.”

And in the silence that follows—

You break.

You cross the space between you like it costs you nothing.

You grab his face with both hands.

And you kiss him like you can’t stop.

——————————————————————————-

The kiss is messy

Desperate.

Too much and not enough, your hands in his hair, his mouth on yours like he’s trying to apologize and possess you at the same time.

You feel it—how long he’s wanted this. How long you have.

And then the limo rolls up, slow and sleek, headlights glowing in the dark.

Bucky breaks the kiss with a gasp against your lips, one hand still tangled in your hair.

He turns just enough to signal the driver, breath ragged.

“Keep driving,” he says. “Until I tell you to stop.”

The door opens.

He helps you in.

You don’t let go.

——————————————————————————

The second the door shuts, you’re in his lap.

Straddling him. Dress bunched at your thighs. His hands on your waist like he’s trying to figure out if this is a dream he’ll wake up from.

“Tell me this is okay,” he says, voice thick.

“It’s more than okay,” you whisper.

You kiss him again, deeper this time, and his hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. You shiver, grinding down once against the hard line of him beneath you.

He groans—low, broken—and pulls the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

His mouth follows.

Hot kisses down your collarbone. Your chest. His tongue teasing around your nipple, then taking it into his mouth while his hands slide down your back and under your thighs, gripping you tight.

You gasp, fingers fisting the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Off,” you breathe. “Take it off.”

He moves fast. Peels his jacket off, then the buttons—clumsy, too rushed. You help, dragging your hands across his chest, down his abs, nails scratching just enough to make him hiss.

You slide back just enough to push your panties down your thighs, moaning softly when his fingers trail up the inside of one.

He’s watching you now. Wide-eyed. Reverent.

“Christ,” he whispers. “You’re beautiful.”

You stroke him through his slacks, then pull him free. Hard, flushed.

“Bucky,” you say, wrapping your hand around him, slow. “I’ve wanted this forever.”

He groans your name like a prayer.

You shift forward, guiding him to you, the stretch of him stealing your breath as you sink down—slow, inch by inch.

He chokes out a sound, grabbing your hips.

You roll yours once and he bucks up helplessly.

The car rocks.

You ride him like you’ve waited years for this—because you have. The windows fog, your skin sticks to his, and the only sounds are your moans and the sharp pant of his breath against your throat.

He kisses you between every thrust.

He says your name like he means it.

And when you fall apart around him—tight and clenching and shaking—he groans deep in his chest and spills into you with a muttered, “Mine.”

———————————————————————————

You don’t move for a minute.

You just breathe.

And he holds you like he’ll never stop.

The city rolls past in a blur of lights and motion.

The windows are still fogged.

Your dress is barely up on your thighs. His shirt’s unbuttoned, his hair a mess, one hand still gently trailing up and down your spine like he doesn’t know how to stop touching you.

You’re both quiet.

Not because there’s nothing to say.

But because everything that needed to break open already did.

Your head rests on his shoulder. His other arm wraps around your waist, holding you steady against him like you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip.

You shift a little.

His breath catches.

He kisses your temple.

“I should’ve said it sooner,” he says quietly.

You look up at him.

He’s not looking at you yet—his eyes are on the ceiling of the car like he’s afraid if he looks right at you, he’ll ruin it.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says. “I just didn’t think I deserved to be seen the way you see me.”

“You do,” you whisper.

He finally meets your eyes.

“I see you,” you say, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “Not who you used to be. Not the arm. Not the mission. You.”

He leans in.

Not to kiss.

Just to touch his forehead to yours.

“I thought if I kept my distance, you’d be safer,” he says. “That wouldn’t lose you.”

“You were already losing me,” you murmur.

A beat.

He nods, almost painfully.

“Not anymore,” he says.

You cup his face in both hands.

“Promise?”

His voice is a whisper.

“You’re not just mine tonight. You’re mine.”

He kisses you again—soft this time. Sure. Not desperate.

Certain.

And outside, the lights pass by unnoticed.

Because here, in the slow hum of the backseat and the quiet of everything finally laid bare—

You stay.

[maximoffgxrl]

hi i’m not sure if you still take requests but would if you ever have time a yelena belova x reader (platonic) with lots of cuddling and kisses? just a whole ton of fluff and it doesn’t need to be too long? if you can’t/don’t want to do it that’s totally fine but i have such a soft spot for sweet yelena <3

Home {Yelena Belova}

Pairing: Yelena x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: Yelena arrives from a mission and all she really wants is you

Note: yelena is the best i swear <3 hope you like it! this request has been sitting on my drafts for months, but now it’s finally here!!! so, enjoy 💕

You sighed as you flipped another page on your book, a pink highlighter on your hand and a bunch of loose pages resting in your lap. Were you studying on a friday night again? Yes. Sure, you had promised to yourself that this kind of nerdy behaviour would be left behind in high school, but who could blame you? It's not like you had anything else to do and you actually enjoyed studying.

- Oh, absolutely not. - a familiar voice with a thick accent sounded behing you and you smiled.

- Hey, Yelena. - you turned your head towards the voice, seeing the blonde girl climbing out the window. - Nice to see you're home again. And still unable to use the door.

- I already told you, sometimes I need to climb the window so I can make sure that no one else can climb the window. It is science. Just like your book. - she said, taking off her shoes and coat, her cheeks red from the cold weather. - Now, what are you doing reading a book? When I left, a whole week ago, you were doing that exact same thing.

- Well, I have to. It’s called studying. And if it helps, it was a different book last week. - you answered, watching as the blonde went straight for the kitchen. - But I wanna know about you. Your super secret mission went well? Where were you, after all? Now you can tell me, right?

- Bolivia. And yes, it went well. No one blew me up and it was not for lack of trying. - she said, frowning at the refrigerator. - Now, tell me, Y/N, this studying of yours does not require eating? There’s nothing in here.

- I was planning on ordering something later and I didn’t know you were coming home today. - you said, finally closing the book and resting your head against the armchair. - What do you mean they were trying to blow you up? Are you okay?

- Peachy. - Yelena said, sitting on the sofa. - I wasn’t even shot this time. It’s a big win.

- I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this. - you glanced at her with your eyes a little widened. You still remembered when, a year ago, Yelena showed up holding your announcement and asking if you were the one looking for a roommate. At the time, you didn’t knew you were getting a best friend and a giant headache all in one person. - You know, every time you leave I get worried sick.

- That is very sweet, Y/N Y/L/N, but you don’t have to worry. I am the best, so yeah, no danger here. - she smiled and you held back a laugh. Yelena could be so unintentionally conceited sometimes. - Now, will you please stop with the books, order some pizza and watch a movie with me? I missed you a lot.

- Own, Lena, I missed you too! - your heart melted at the russian’s words, smiling at her. - I’ll just bring this stuff to my room and then we can watch anything you’d like, okay?

She agreed with her head and you piled up all your books, papers and pens and carried them to your room, leaving it all on your desk. Fishing a blanket out of your closet, you picked up your phone and went back to the living room, sitting comfortably in the armchair again as you dialed the number of the pizza place you guys always ordered from.

- The pizza will be here in 40 minutes! - you yelled to make sure Yelena would hear you and went back to your phone, waiting for the girl to come back.

A few minutes later, she showed up in sweatpants and a My Little Pony white t-shirt, her hair wet and carrying a sweet lavender smell. She used your shampoo, but you didn’t really care, just watching as she practically fell onto the couch, resting her head against the pillows.

- So, what are we watching? - you asked, toying with the remote.

- Can we watch the one with the sirens again? You know, the one with the song that was stuck in my head for like a month? - she asked with big puppy eyes.

- Barbie A Mermaid Tale? - you asked with a laugh. Yelena was a big Barbie fan, but she specifically loved this one. - I think we’ve seen this at least five times.

- Please? It’s my favorite! - she pleaded, holding her hands together. - I love the evil fish.

- Okay, okay. But I’ll choose the next one.

- YES! - she exclaimed in pure delight, making you laugh again. If there was something you loved about Yelena, was her almost childlike joy about the little things in life. It was adorable.

You were about to press play when she cleared her throat, making you look in her direction only to find her already staring at you, brows furrowed.

- What? - you asked, a little confused.

- Aren’t you forgetting something? - she asked, rolling her eyes at your absolutely lack of perception. - Cuddling, Y/N Y/L/N, you’re forgetting the most important part of a movie marathon. Get your ass on this couch right now.

You couldn’t help but smile as you got up, laying beside the blonde on the couch and throwing your blanket over the two of you. It wasn’t long until Yelena’s arm was around your waist and the russian’s cheek was resting against your head. You hummed in contentment, feeling relaxed and warm and safe, like you always were with her.

- Now you can start. - she said simply as she placed a kiss against your forehead, making your heart melt all over again.

- It’s nice to have you home. - you said softly, grabbing the blonde’s hand and kissing her knuckles. - You know I love you, right?

- Yeah, you big softie, I love you too. - she said rolling her eyes as she kissed your cheek. - Now shush, my movie is starting.

You just smiled, too enthralled in the feeling of being in Yelena’s arms. She was home now, and it was all that mattered. After all, she was your home.

[hurtspideyparker]

I can't get the HC of Yelena never answering her phone out if my head (she would spam Nat messages ofc tho).

But she'll leave you on read and two days later appear in you house saying something like "omg that video was so funny" as if she couldn't have just texted you back.

Yelena is the type of person that even if you text her back within half a second she won't reply for 3 days.

With Natasha she will take great offense if she takes more than an hour to reply, and will start double texting after five minutes.

Nat can be in the middle of a life or death situation actively kicking ass and Yelena will go "oh so the mission is more important than your own sister? 🙄"

With everyone else she just does not feel the need to reply ever.

Yelena: I brought the sugar you asked for.

Kate: What? I asked for that two days ago when I was baking cookies, it's useless to me now

Yelena: So I buy you sugar for nothing?

Kate: I texted you saying 'need sugar ASAP u have any?' and then I made some very sad cookies when you left me on read

Yelena: Well I guess we are all just a disappointment to you huh

I freaking love the idea of Yelena just appearing randomly lmao. She just has no boundaries - you're brushing your teeth and when you go back to your room she's on the bed like "stop sending me jumping cucumber cats, I seen one I seen them all. Plus I am a dog person". And you're just there in your jammies like 🧍.

Even though she never replies she's on her phone allll the time just lounging around. You can see her open a message, laugh, then close it like nothing happened. When a phone call appears on her screen she just groans in annoyance and declines without even reading the caller ID because it's interrupting her doom scrolling.

"Yelena you need to reply to messages. Especially important ones"

"But I am with you now so why does text matter? We are speaking"

"Just because you will see me sometime in the near future doesn't mean you can ignore me? I told you my grandma died."

"Yes and now I say I am sorry. What, did you get over her in seven days? You're done grieving? Sounds like a you problem not me"

Thank you for the ask hehe she's so silly 💕

[ficsandgiggles]

A New Beginning - Prologue

Authors note: Welcome to my new series and a new era for my blog! I’m so excited to get this series going and to get this blog up and running again. I’ve missed you all so much, I hope you enjoy the run up to what I hope to be a great series 💕

Word count: 697 words

Trigger warnings: brief mentions of ab**e and ho**phobia

You were close to Yelena, the two of you were comfortable enough to open up to each other about every little thing that’s going on in your lives. You couldn’t believe what Yelena had to go through whilst growing up and then almost losing her big sister. You could understand why she just wanted to lead a normal life, starting with a typical 9-5 job.

The two of you were chatting as usual, feeling a little more comfortable talking about the deeper things since it was just the two do you in the office. Yelena noticed you almost broke down in tears.

“Y/N? Is there something you have not told me?” Yelena asked, you couldn’t meet her gaze, she did seem confused when you brought in a huge suitcase into work today, but she didn’t push, when she saw you almost break down in tears, she knew something was up.

“I’ve been kicked out…” you whispered. “I had an hour to gather out what I needed and I’m now on the streets…”

Yelena’s eyes widened, she instantly knew what happened. You wanted to come out to your parents, who you were living with, and she knew that you were going to try and come out to them, you probably did and they didn’t like it one bit.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry, was it the bisexual thing?” She asked, just to confirm her suspicions, and you nodded, breaking down in tears.

Yelena immediately engulfed you in a hug, squeezing you tight. She cared about you so much, you were a good few years younger than her and she took you under her wing as a younger sister almost, she knew she had to do something.

“You are not going to be without a home, I will be taking you back to mine and you are going to live with me, Natasha and Wanda.” She told you, already deciding that this was the best way to support you.

You bit your lip as your eyes widened, pulling back from the hug to stare at Yelena in disbelief.

“What? Yelena you can’t do that… I’ll find somewhere… even if it-“

“Nope,” Yelena said and poked your belly, causing you to bite back a smile and cover it. “It is decided, I will not have you living without somewhere to live. I don’t even want you to pay for anything, all you need to do is put up with our shenanigans.” She told you, and you just nodded silently, taking everything in for a moment as you played with your fingers.

“But… you’d be doing so much for me, I don’t want to be a burden.” You replied, but honestly, the thought of living with someone who you see as a big sister, and just your best friend in general, is quite comforting to you.

“You will not be a burden,” Yelena told you, looking around to make sure the room was empty before spidering into your belly and sides. “I will do this until you agree to come with me.” She smiled.

You squealed in surprise, stepping back and giggling as you covered your belly, but her fingers just crawled to your sides. “Come oooon, Y/N, we will be having so much fun.” She told you gently.

You were incredibly sensitive, so it didn’t take much for you to crack. However, you enjoyed this closeness, it was something you didn’t feel very often since you grew up in a household with parents who were constantly cold with you, so you decided to be stubborn for a little bit until you eventually giggled so much you pushed Yelena away.

“Okahahay I’ll come!” You smiled shyly, the blonde pulled you into another hug. “That is correct answer, now come, work time is over and we can go home.” She replied, grinning as she took your bag and walked you to her car.

You followed and helped Yelena get your bag into the car before hopping into the front seat, as you began the journey to your new home, you were of course nervous, but having Yelena by your side made you think that you were going to be okay after all.

[elixirfromthestars]

Hey lovely!! I just had to reach out and ask if you’d be willing to share a little something from your amazing Biker’s Tulip series in your WIP list 🤭🩷 I’m beyond excited to hear there will be around ten chapters, and I’m absolutely dying to know what’s in store for these two and how their world will unfold. I’m completely hooked by everything and utterly drooling for this man. Can’t wait to see more. 🫶🏻🌷

Take the time you need with answering, and I hope you’re doing well!! Sending you strength and warmth if you need it, and so much love 💖

Always remember you are so deeply appreciated!!

Oh, my darling, I got so excited when I saw this in my inbox and then I took forever deciding what to share 😂🩷🩷 This series is so important to me, and there’s so much I want to share, but at the same time I’m like... I need to be careful not to spill everything 🫣💕

So now on to sharing…🤭💖

The Biker’s Tulip, my Biker Bucky series, will now have around 12-14 parts & an epilogue! 🫶🏼 I have the entire thing plotted out, I’m just leaving a little leeway in case some chapters get too long and I end up splitting them! ✨

Usual, has now turned into a little Biker Bucky drabble instead of being a part of the series 🩷 It now goes between the events of Ch 2 & Ch 3. As to what we can expect in the series… 👀 We have the main trope of found family between Tulip & Bucky’s biker crew, especially with Tulip becoming like a big sister to our baby bikers: Joaquin, Bob, Yelena, Kate, & Peter. 🫶🏼 Bob & Tulip in particular will become real close and it’ll be a cute big sister/little brother dynamic 🥹🩷

And our little town will have lots of eventful moments 👀✨ A heartbroken ex, a fight, a summer festival, a break in, corruption, emotional confessions, secrets, homework, rivalries, mistakes of the past coming back to haunt our beloved characters, and so much more… 🤭 *events listed do not happen in that order 👀✨

Lastly, I'll give this little piece of dialogue Tulip says in Ch 5:

“So, Officer Walker—if I were to see something like... a fight,” you can practically see the way Bucky’s jaw clenches as you continue, “I should report it to you then?”

For now I'll stop my yapping, but I'm always happy to share more 🤭💕

Thank you so much for this ask, and all the kind words!! 🥹🩷🩷 Sending lots of love back your way!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

ask about my wips 📝✨

[natandwandaseries]

Reverse Q&A Friday!

In honor of the fourth anniversary of The Nat and Wanda Series, I am doing a reverse Q&A Friday where I ask you all the questions! I’m launching the questions today so you all have some time to think about it. And feel free to submit as few or as many answers as you’d like! You can submit today, anonymous or not, and all answers will be posted Friday!

1. 📚Favorite part of the series?

2. 📅What year did you start reading the series?

3. 👩‍👩‍👧Favorite character?

4. 💯Favorite line?

5. 💃🏽Favorite secondary character?

6. 🎬Best scene?

7. 🔪Favorite Yelena moment/line?

8. 📖Favorite Natasha moment/line?

9. 🪄Favorite Wanda moment/line?

10. 🖼️Most underrated scene?

11. 😭Time the series made you cry

12. 😂Time the series made you laugh

13.📓Favorite literary reference

14. ⛰️Favorite cliffhanger

15. 💻Scene that made you want to throw your phone/laptop

16. 🎢Favorite plot/arc

17. 👯‍♀️Best unexpected duo

18. 🩰Biggest plot twist

19. 🍞Best breadcrumb/foreshadowing

20.❤️Most heartwarming moment

21. 💕 Moment where you think Nat and Wanda became mother and daughter

22. ⌛️ Reader’s choice

[edsnewloveinterest]

*bucktommy voice*: wHaT bUdDiE bUiLd uP 🤨😡

tim minear himself: yeah we were gonna do it s4 but the network said no

There you have it! Like I myself didn't know about Tim said that but that's a huge evidence. Thank you!

Seriously though, the fact that they changed the network, to the one that more lgbtqia+ community is a big deal.

If that's not screaming buddie canon or buddie build up, then idk what else to say..

[mebitoronjil0807]

Confession of Love. Part 2 of 2

Note: I divided it into two parts because it was going to exceed the characters established by the application 🤠💕

••••

He looks at him silently, Zeke does the same. Zeke's blue eyes are captivating, they look like the sea according to Eren, he likes the sea, he likes Zeke.

"Well... it's... it's you." Eren mutters too quietly.

"What? I'm sorry Eren I didn't hear the last."

Bum Bum bum. Their hearts are beating fast.

Until the big answer finally comes, loud and clear: "That the person I like is you!"

Eren shouts looking at his face. And now Zeke allows his face to turn red, looking at him with an expression of surprise and relief. He is so relieved.

Eren looks at him, but Zeke's face doesn't cooperate, he has that somewhat surprised but still neutral expression that makes Eren worried and alarmed.

He makes him think that Zeke is searching for the right words to reject him and ask him to never even look at him again.

He has a small attack, Eren does not hold back and begins to cry, he loves Zeke so much that he does not want Zeke to push him away, he does not want to lose the sun from him.

"I-I don't know what happened I fell in love with blue eyes when you hugged me I-I wanted to get away and-I'm sorry for falling in love, please don't let me get away from you!"

"Eren calm down." Zeke stood up and turned the table to take Eren's face in his hands, "I don't understand what you're saying...calm down."

Eren continues to cry uncontrollably.

Yelena is alarmed from outside, wanting to enter again, but at the last second she does not do so.

"Please don't cry, Eren... my boy, don't cry, I would never take you away from me, and if you're afraid because you think I'm going to reject you..." he makes Eren's body face him, he kneels in front of him. the floor caressing the brunette's knees. "Let's say that the big brother likes a person whose last name is Jaeger... and who happens to be called Eren... my boy... do you know any Eren Jaeger?"

"Yes..." Eren responds, still wiping away his tears.

Zeke smiles: "Who is...?"

"I?" the unsure boy asked.

"Who else but you?" Zeke left a kiss on his brother's nose, took the aforementioned man's hand and brought it to his heart. "Who else but you can cause all this mess in here?"

Eren looks at him with bright eyes.

"Do you love me?" the brunette asks.

"I love you." is the blonde's soft response.

"You love me..." Eren whispers.

"Yes and you..?"

"You..." He looks at Zeke's eyes again, those eyes that look at him with tenderness and love. "I love you, big brother."

Zeke still on his knees hugs the brunette, Eren happily reciprocates the hug.

"Would you want to have a great, top secret relationship with many more secrets with me?"

Eren laughed: "Yes, I totally agree."

They both look at each other, they both feel that something is missing to finish this. So Zeke's lips slowly approach Eren's, until she rests on them, they both close their eyes, separate seconds later and look at each other again.

"Now yes." The oldest smiles satisfied.

" 'Now yes' if?" the youngest asks.

"Now if you are officially mine, no one can take you away from my side." Zeke pulls Eren's body closer to him, hugs him tightly, Eren feels like he's being crushed, but he doesn't really care.

"I'm officially yours." Eren repeats. "I like being yours..." the boy smiles as he strokes the blonde hair.

Thanks to this, Eren's sun will now be closer to him, allowing him more warmth in his arms.

Thanks to this, Zeke will be closer to Eren than he already was, and will be able to show him all the love that his heart holds exclusively for his little brother.

Thanks to this, Yelena can finally rest easy, she no longer has to hide 'The State Secrets' that Zeke and Eren entrusted to her.

And he realizes that this worked well enough since he hears how both brothers' lips collide with each other. Well, she's going to read a book while the two lovebirds profess their love for each other.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Is there any fics you decided you were gonna scrap? Don’t have to answer ofc, just wondering 💕🥰

Actually, there were a few stories I wrote then I changed my mind. I deleted the drafts. These were the characters I wrote…

- Lorraine Day & male reader (smut)

She is from the movie X. That Jenna Ortega plays.

- Natasha Romanoff & reader (fluff)

-Bucky Barnes & reader (fluff)

-Yelena & reader (fluff)

-Tara Carpenter & reader /green arrow

-Tara C & Reader/werewolf

I deleted the drafts because I thought, people would find it boring

[buckaroosboogara]

Here's a 💐💐 for you! Hope you are doing well 😊 and if not, here's a big hug for you 🤗 Love you 💜

HEYYYYY YELENAAA

Thank u for the love bestie 💕💕 and I'm also hugging you back like this:

I love you I love you I love youuu

[gayhoediaz]

Hey💜

Just know that you are beautiful and loved. Everything you do is perfect and appreciated. Everything you say is interesting and inspiring. Keep it up my beloved friend 💜 know that I love you so much and I'm thinking of you even though we don't know much about each other and talk to each other. And if we do, please know that I adore you so much, and you have a very special place in my heart, all of you 💜 just little me, reminding you how wonderful you are, in case you need it 💞

YELENA stop this is so sweet 😭 you’re gonna make me cry 💕💖 same to you, mwah 💕

[badassbabeparker]

Yelena :))

OMG REALLY? 😭😭😭💗 I am HONOURED

Tell me which fictional character I remind you of