#marvel stories

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A murderous game of cat and mouse

prologue

The first kill

Summary: Just a little pre story of Wanda's and Y/n's first interaction (through a murder and note)

Not proofread again, living life on the edge again

Part 1 here

Words: 1,454

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ knife kink talk (of course) swearing, Wanda being a murderous stalker

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx thanks for your tags! I keep rereading them Y/n is defiantly the bottom in this story 😂

"Please please! I haven't done anything to you why are you doing this?!" The man spat some blood onto the desk his head was just slammed against "pathetic" the voice said

"You can't even fend off a woman half your size" a stab to his chest had him screaming again making the woman roll her eyes "It's a good thing this room is soundproof because you're screaming like such a little bitch" she kicked him down to the floor watching the blood pour out of the multiple stab wounds on his body.

"Now before you die" kneeling down to the bloodied man he tried moving away but the grip on his leg prevented much movement "I need you to tell your boss it was the scarlet witch who killed you, okay? She needs to know it was me"

"Oh she'll know! I-I'll make sure so she'll catch you and kill you" he thought it sounded threatening and it was so funny to the redhead because that's exactly what she wanted "I'm counting on it, now you've got about 45 minutes left until you completely bleed out, keep your strength" she fished out his phone from his pocket sending a text to his boss

"She'll be here in 10 minutes, it's been a pleasure, thank you for being so cooperative" she left him with a swift kick to the stomach making him scream out in pain "now you have 30 minutes"

"Jarvis!" You burst through the door to your office seeing the man lay still groaning in pain "who did this?!" You knelt down trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use he had nearly bled out but a few whispered words were all he managed out "Scarl-scarlet Wit-witch"

"Is that who did this?!"

"Y-yes" he suddenly went limp, the light leaving his eyes and you dropped him to the floor standing up and pacing around the room "how did they get in?! Where was my security?!" You were pissed off clearly but even more so at your security, why did they let this murderer into the building?

"Y/n!" Natasha bursting through the door brought you out of your thoughts nearly tripping over the man's lifeless body "what the fuck happened?!"

"My right hand man was murdered in my fucking office" your voice was above a whisper trying to control your anger which was getting hard to do "the scarlet witch"

Nat didn't hear you "who?"

"Some bitch called the Scarlet witch! She killed him, I want to know everything about her, tell Tony to get on it" you stepped over your dead friend and sat at your desk looking through some papers

"Er...I know you don't like showing much emotion to the men around here because of this feminist thing going on but a man is dead" the Russian was cautious approaching your desk knowing how impulsive you were, her broken shoulder was a testament to that.

You sighed throwing the papers to the floor "I just-I knew this was going to happen, that stupid note I got the other day literally said 'I'll kill someone close to you to show much I love you' I ignored it because it sounded ridiculous, I'm a fucking idiot"

"Okay" she stood behind you and started to massage your shoulders even when you tried to pull away you were pulled back against the chair "let me help you relax, yeah okay Jarvis is dead and will need moving soon because in a few days he'll start to smell, but hey, least it wasn't me right?"

You were quiet, a little too long for Nat's liking so she gripped your shoulders harshly making you wince "ouch! Fine just stop i'm glad it's not you laying dead and emptied of blood on the floor in front of me"

She smiled and relaxed her grip returning to the nice massage she was doing "thank you" she said sweetly remaining silent as she continued her massage

"Do you want to go home?" She whispered to you when she saw that your eyes were dropping, you nodded and let the woman pick you up in a bridal carry which made you giggle "such a strong Russian mob assistant"

"You're such a brat I don't know why I put up with you"

You shrugged "because I'm the best and the only friend/sex partner who puts up with your bullshit"

Nat rolled her eyes but agreed "yeah I guess, you're still a brat though, what are we doing about him?"

Your eyes snapped to the floor realising the whole reason you were here in the first place, the murder of your right hand man, great you'd need to find a new one now

"Call Bucky to take him away, luckily he didn't have a family so there's no funeral needed" was it harsh? Yes, but you didn't need to hassle right now "I get it, okay I'll call Bucky later, now come on let's get you home my sweet little ice princess"

"Never and I mean never say that to me again, in fact put me down you've made everything weird and I feel uncomfortable" you pretty much jumped out of her arms falling to the floor

"I thought you loved baby talk" she laughed watching you scramble off of the floor "shut up Natalia"

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You arrived at your apartment after telling Bucky about the murder and picking up some burgers since you hadn't eaten in forever, however your small amount of happiness was short lived when you saw the front door with a note on it signed by 'The Scarlet Witch'

"Are you gonna read it?" Nat peered over your shoulder while you were deciding what to do, you sighed and snatched the note opening it

"A beautiful soul like yourself shouldn't be beating yourself up over the man who didn't even respect you, please know that I killed him out of love for you, I've watched you for months and my infatuation only grows with each passing minute, you need respect and loyalty which is something only I can give you, maybe one day in person I can do that"

💋 The Scarlet Witch

"She sounds psychotic" Nat shuddered pushing past you opening the door and laying the food out on the side, she fell onto the couch where no doubt she would stay the rest of the night.

You however and for some sick reason were still reading and re-reading the note tracing your fingertips over the kiss mark she left and talking to yourself "a little cat and mouse chase never hurt anyone right?"

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Scarlet Witch titled the knife around her fingers admiring the present she bought for you, would you accept the gift? Maybe you'd also twirl it around your fingers or maybe you'd run the blade across your tongue when it's covered in the blood from your victims, either way she was excited to find out

"Oh moya krasavista if only you were here, I'd carve you up for myself, leave pretty marks all over your body and listen to the soft whimpers that would leave your pretty lips" she had started tracing the knife along her own neck and then past her chest imagining it was your hands doing it but before her thoughts could go any further she stopped herself "no, no, just a few more of her men, need to stay focused before I can start enjoying myself a little more"

She put the knife down onto a picture of you she took secretly when you were in the park, you looked so beautiful in her eyes, sat all alone on a bench in the park eyes closed so in your own head you didn't notice her with the camera, so cute and vulnerable. God she couldn't wait until the day you both met, how sweet it would be.

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"Are you serious?! You think this psychotic bitch is hot? You don't even know what she looks like or even if she is a woman" obviously Nat didn't take the news well about how you were feeling about this killer that was out to get you and your men

"Oh come on Nat, this is the most exciting thing that's happened in months! I'm allowed to have some fun"

Nat finished the bottle of vodka she had been drinking throwing it to the ground smashing it to pieces making you jump, she was so dramatic.

"Natalia! Calm the fuck down will you?! Nothing will happen to you, just the riff raff that can't handle a killer woman"

The redhead groaned knowing she wouldn't get through to you and instead got a dustpan and brush to clean the broken glass on the floor "I hope you know what you're doing"

You sighed "so do I"

[itsagentromanoff]

Marvel Studios' Iron Man among the 25 motion pictures selected this year to be inducted into the National Film Registry

[clintbartonslover]

A Tense Atmosphere

Summary~ not sure how to summarize it, just a random story in my mind I’ve started hope you like it

Word Count~378

Warnings~ None

   Well, that went better than I had thought. As I go to sit down to wait on him, my anxiety heightens. Waves of doubt flood my mind as I sit there. I stare off into the distance as I play with my hair. I shouldn't have come back; this was a bad idea, and of course, the first time I came back, I had to choose Clint's and my anniversary.

   Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up and see Tony. "Hey, you alright, you look like you feel sick." Nodding as I get up, I start to pick up my bags, but he stops me. "I can carry your luggage, but are you sure you are feeling well? You seem a little pale." He looks over at me, trying to hide the concern in his voice, but I could hear it. "Yeah, I feel alright; thanks for picking me up." He nods as we walk to his car. "Of course, but I'm a little surprised that you chose today to come back."

    I watch Tony as he puts my luggage in the back of his car. "I didn't come back, Tony; I'm just visiting, and what is so important that you couldn't tell me over the phone?" I see as his mouth tighten in a hard line as he finishes loading my stuff in his car. Deciding not to say anything else, I just get into the car. Hearing him slam the trunk, I watch as he gets into the driver's side. As he gets in, he looks over at me. "Now really isn't the time; I'll tell you when we get back to my place."

•Acceptance

•Familiar Stranger

•A Broken Heart and A Broken Dream

•The Weight Of Doubt

[visionsofmagic]

|| masterlist ||

― being the God of Mischief’s favorite human [chapter 5]

a/n: it has been a long time since I wrote new chapter to this, so sorry for waiting you so long. I hope other chapters will come often.

& as I said, there will be a little bit jealously in the this chapter

warning!: some of the places, characters and religion names are created by me. they are not in mcu asgard universe nor mythology.

[Requests are open as well for other marvel characthers! feel free to request your wishes!]

summary: loki tries to understand your relationship with thor and thor looks like he has a great plan (as he says)

word count: 1.5k (I know it is not that long but I will try to update often.)

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“Do not worry about your war with Arien people. Our sons, Thor and Loki are always here to help you with their friends.” Odin showed Thor, Loki and their friends; Fandral, Lady Sif, Hogun and Volstagg. They were Thor’s friends and you weren’t so sure about their friendship with Loki. They seemed like ones but you knew that Loki’s only friend was Thor. You could include you a few days ago but now it is hard to tell what you can call your new relationship with Loki. You were so scared to think about it. Fear of mean nothing for Loki was eating you alive. Instead of thinking worse things again and again you turned to Thor who was eating his meal like he hadn’t eat for years.

You said, “My lord,” as low as only Thor would hear. “I think I should not be here.”

He looked offended for a moment before turning to eat his meal, “I thought I said you should call me with my name, not with my title.” You nodded shyly, “I thought it would be better because your family and friends are here.”

He shook his head in a negative way, “Y/n, you are my first and only Midgardian friend. There is no need to be acting like we don’t have a relationship.”

From the corner of your eyes you saw Loki’s furrowed eyebrow. Was he listening you? No, he wouldn’t do that. He doesn’t want to hear you, see you or anything include you.

“And you should be here since all of my other friends are here as well. That’s why stop thinking about this and enjoy your meal.” He smiled widely, pointing the meal in front of you, “Look, you even got those little cute fishes!” He sounded so bright. He was making you feel good with his happy attitude towards little things like having fishes on your plate.

“Thank you, Thor.” You said, half smiling. He smiled back and turned to his meal.

You tried to not look at Loki who was sitting right in front of you. When you began to eat your meal, you could see his long fingers with slightly prominent veins. Fingers that once you touched, felt. You were able to caress them in those times. Now, the whole thing looked impossible. Although it didn’t take long since you were able to do this with him, you felt like days and days passed. All the times you could touch him but denied it made you feel regret. You had your chance but you didn’t use it wisely.

You took a deep breath, hoping this dinner would end soon. Passing times in his presence were hard to adjust. Voices from others on the table passed from your one ear to another. Without giving attention to any of them, you finished your meal in peace by trying your best to not look at Loki’s face or any part of his body except his hands. Yes, you felt his gazes from time to time but you weren’t brave enough to respond his gazes with yours.

“Oh, you finished your meal!” Thor said joyfully, sounding proud of you.

“Yes, the meal was great, thanks.” You were sincere. This meal was your best one since you came to Asgard. They didn’t give you bad meals in the kitchen that prepared for works of the castle. It was just you were being so exhausted most of the times. So, you were skipping your dinner meals for so many nights. Also, you weren’t except them to give you same meal as they give their Gods, their protectors.

When you lifted your head, you saw there were a few people on the table now. Odin, Freya and their guests already left. Just Thor, Loki, you and their friends were on the table. All of them looked like they finished their meal except Loki. From what you saw, his plate was looking as if no hands had been touched. His mood was worse than your expectations. Confusion hit you. Why he was acting like you ended your friendship? Or if you could call it as a friendship.

“It’s time for me to leave, I guess.” You wanted to say this to yourself but it came out aloud for Thor to hear. He put his right hand to your right shoulder, making your left shoulder hit his powerful chest. This was so close, “No, no, my friend. It’s time to visit Heimdall!” His sound was so loud.

Lady Sif said, “We have a meeting tomorrow Thor. We should rest, and we definitely shouldn’t disturb Heimdall. He has job to do.” She was the only one who makes sense in their friendship circle. Of course the smartest one was Loki but you didn’t want to call his name even in your mind.

Thor said, “C’mon Sif, it will not do any harm to neither of us. It will be fun and Y/n will see Heimdall!” without moving his hand from your shoulder. You could feel his burning skin under your shoulder. Lady Sif told something more and others participated in the discussion. However, you couldn’t catch up any of them because your confused brain kept looking at Loki who was literally looking at Thor’s hand and your bodies where they connected with each other. His expression was unreadable for you. Only thing he couldn’t hide was dangerous green radiances that began to reveal themselves from the depths of his blue eyes. With the wisdom of having spent so long together, you could see the danger and irritation underlying in these radiances. But why? This was the only thing you could think about. You wondered why he was irritated your proximity with Thor.

Innocent and hopeful voice echoed in your mind by saying, ‘Because he cares about you. He could be the one who touched you in this moment but he can’t. It's getting on his nerves that Thor can touch you so close while he can't. Even a little bit.’ And without your own self, other poisoned voice responded, ‘Don’t be such an idiot. He is angry because he doesn’t want to see you but you are here, having close moments his brother. He probably thinks how you dare doing such a thing.’

Dilemma of whether believing the bright or dark voice inside you made your stomach crumble. Why your world destroyed in one day.

“Okay, it is decided.” Thor’s powerful voice filled your left ear. “Me, Loki and Y/n will visit him today. You will go to resting.” Without waiting for others responds, he stand up, fixing his clothes, “Let’s go Y/n and Loki, my brother. The fun of the night beings right now!”

You were so occupied looking Thor disbelief that you didn’t realize Loki came beside you. He was standing, his eyes focused on Thor who was leaving the room with his friends. Your heart beats stopped for a moment. He was not looking at you but he stopped beside you to say something. You knew it and curiosity what he will say made your hands shake. If it was going to be bad, you didn’t want to hear it at all. You closed your eyes. Thoughts began to travel in your free and scared mind; ‘He will say you are such an idiot.’, ‘No, he will say you are disobeying him and you should stop what you are doing.’, ‘Or he can say something about your position in the castle. He even can kick you out of the Asgard right now.’. All of the voices filled your mind. ‘He will say nothing. He will put your stupid ass down.’ Oh, this was so much to handle. So, you opened your eyes to see his profile. He looked so handsome.

‘Damn, Y/n. He just about to end you and this is all you think about?!’ Your logical side spoke and a low voice chuckled, ‘He is still cute and handsome though.’

While you were trying to squelch your thought Loki turned to you and he said something you didn’t except at all, “Do you want to keep me waiting for a few more minutes or you want me to leave you here, making you find Heimdall and Thor on your own.”

He didn’t say anything bad. He didn’t say about your presence, your disobey or your stupidity. He just offered you to walk beside him to catch Thor and go Heimdall’s place together. He was being nice to you at this moment.

Without your control, your lips rose up. You were smiling at him. You wiped the smile off your face with the sudden realization and swallowed. He didn’t look like he saw your smile but you saw his impatience. You stand up. Your height difference hit you because now, you looked small compared to him. “We can go. Sorry for waiting you my Lord.”

Using the nickname you used before the intimacy between you increased caused him to look at you sideways. For a moment, this event seemed like a dream to you due to how fast his looks were. You didn’t mind it though because you were walking side by side towards Thor who had gone without waiting for you. You hoped it wouldn’t take too much way to reach Heimdall.

This night feels like it will never end, especially when you have Loki on your side.

love, rose. ♡  

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

Spotify Wrapped Ask + 1

"Speak of the Devil" by Magic Whatever (ft. The Score)

You burn me up with every touch So poisonous, I think I'm in love Yeah, there's seven deadly sins And you're every one of them Stuck in a fire that's not gonna die Speak of the Devil and I shall arise

Okay, I went back and forth on this one a bit, but ultimately I'm going with Penny and Matt. There are too many lines that just play with Catholicism and describe their relationship perfectly. I could put so many quotes here. "Walking on your wire only for the thrills." Literally a daredevil. "We're kinda tragic, a dangerous habit." They definitely have an off-again-on-again hook up history that's dragged on for years in secret. I can definitely hear Matt describing Penny as "a dangerous habit." The list goes on.

But, for the record, the other couple I was considering—which I actually thought of first—was Sadie and Theo. Because Lord knows that's an unhealthy relationship!

Send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song on my Spotify Wrapped Playlist which of my characters or ships it reminds me of.

[mobius-m-mobius]

#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches

[nerdpoe]

Danny, due to his biology of being half dead, can eat very questionable things and not die. He decides to start a youtube channel with this.

He buys obvious shitty supplements online, clear and obvious scams, and takes them as directed for a month.

Then he reports what they did to him, and sends the samples to get tested. He's gotten more than a few scammers arrested by providing solid evidence that they used hazardous materials to make their product.

He gets away with this by claiming to have the power of abnormal metabolism, or an "iron stomach", so toxins aren't as likely to hurt him.

One of his viewers sends him an unmarked bottle of pills, saying that if he doesn't take the entire bottle on a livestream, they'll blow up a city.

Danny does his livestream, and goes out of his way to use the entire bottle of pills in extravagant recipes. By the end of it he's created a five course meal, all with the pills cooked/melted in, and it's become a mukbang.

The villain who sent it is watching the livestream pissed off, because they didn't specify how to take the pills, so this technically counts. The heroes they have trapped are losing their minds with concern.

[fla-t-line]

Lonely God

[somelittleplacebetweenthestars]

superhero franchises are OUT. gay little anti-elite detective franchises are IN

[tardisdeancas]

what i want for Loki season 2 finale

[dreamsuvivor]

I don’t think you all grasp the depth of the finale and the show as whole: Loki used to be a side chracter who was killed off several times and often used only as a comic relief, and now he’s one of the most important character in the whole mcu… His character arc is incredible, one of the best in the whole mcu.

And all some of you seems to care about is that your ship didn’t become canon. Are you kidding me?!

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A halloween nightmare

summary: You were being escorted home by some police officers because you were covered in blood, I mean it's halloween, why are people surprised?

Luckily your favourite witches are there to greet you and indulge you

Warnings: mentions of blood 18+ minors DNI

You didn’t know why people were staring at you, wasn’t it October? The Halloween month, being covered in blood shouldn’t be a new or strange thing

Some men approached you cautiously and you offered them a reassuring smile “do you need something officers?” You asked them “may we ask what you’re covered in blood ma’am?”

You laughed “it’s Halloween! I’m on my way back home from a party, I promise not to scare any children on my way home”

The men looked between each other and then back at you “we should escort you home, make sure you don’t do anything to hurt yourself”

You shrugged “of course officers I understand, well let’s get going! My girlfriends texted me a picture of them in lingerie so you know it’s going to be a good night!” You pushed through the pair of them giggling at their shocked expressions

When you finally reached home you bid the men a farewell and quickly entered the house sighing happily “well! Apparently being covered in blood at Halloween isn’t normal, which is strange”

Wanda appeared from the kitchen smiling at your return but quickly frowned realising just how much blood you were covered in “Y/n what the fuck have you done!?”

You pushed away from the wall “princess we’ve been through this, Halloween is the only month I can freely kill humans without any repercussions”

Wanda sighed as you wrapped her into a hug “just please be careful, I don’t want anything bad happening to you” she whispered into your ear placing a kiss there “you’re so cute worrying my love, now where’s Scar?”

Wanda pulled away questionably “why?”

You shrugged “She lets me feed from her every now and then”

“Oh…why didn’t you ask me?” You sat down bringing the mopey redhead with you “my love, you know I drink from Scar because she can handle it, but you are my sweet princess who needs to be treated like such”

Wanda was surprised “you can drink from me detka I can take it!” She demanded making you laugh “no you can't, but if you behave you might get some neck bites”

Your lips moved to her neck softly kissing the spot before baring your fangs scratching the skin hearing Wanda whimper “wait wait” you pulled away giving her a knowing look “I knew it, sorry hone-“

“No no it’s fine! I just-I just-“ Wanda was rambling and it was adorable, of course you wanted to drink from her, the sounds you could pull from her, you were getting hot just thinking about it “Okh moya lyubov I want you to pull those special sounds from me, but maybe stick to Scarlet” she finished the sentence sadly and you kissed her cheek

“I love you Wands, but this blood is starting to stick and I’m getting hungry again, that human I killed before made himself stringy from running away”

Just then the witch you were looking for appeared in the room “well well what a pretty hot sight, I never tire of seeing you both like this, I prefer you both naked though” Scarlet plopped herself down onto the couch kissing Wanda then you “so not that I don’t love you covered in blood but you’re staining the couch”

Wanda reluctantly removed herself from your lap but your hands remained on her body “you can stay princess”

Wanda sent you a smile “it’s okay babe, I’ll go and pick up dinner”

“Ooh how about pizza!” Scar piped up “we’ve had pizza four nights in a row, are you pregnant?” You joked and the redhead rolled her eyes “not unless either of you are magically able to impregnate me, not that you don’t try, my back is killing me”

“What are you? An old woman?” you laughed but the redhead just smirked "says the 1000 year old demon"

That stopped you laughing and you're sure if you could blush you would be "just-just stay there so I can drink from you"

Scarlet laughed when you near enough dived into her neck biting the same spot you always do the delicious red liquid satisfying you immediately.

"Mmh krasivaya devushka not so hard, it still stings a little" Scarlet adjusted you both so you were straddling her and she was hugging you leaning her head back.

Wanda looked up from her phone after she'd placed the order for pizza and sighed, it was missed by you but Scarlet heard it "Wands I'm sorry she doesn't want to drink from you, but it does hurt"

Wanda laughed shaking her head "no no it's fine it's silly, I still sleep with her so its not too bad"

"That's it Wands, keep your head held high" she laughed, Wanda flipping her off in return

You reached your hand out behind you for Wanda to take which she happily did, you then reluctantly removed your head from the witch's neck "sit next to me Wands, I'll give you another go in a minute"

"Wow so romantic" Wanda sat down again still holding your hand while you continued on Scar's neck.

A few minutes later Scarlet had to push you away "princess I'm getting light headed, drink from Wanda for a bit"

"You're always so moody after I drink from you" you moved away from your moody witch and pulled your sweet brunette back into your lap "okay are you ready?" you brushed a piece of Wanda's hair behind her ear and pressed two fingers against her pulse point "I'm going to bite here and then suck, it will hurt but I promise it'll be over in a flash"

Wanda took a deep breath agreeing to the terms "just-get it over with" she bared her neck to you and you smiled "I'm just trying to be romantic love, but okay" without another word you pulled her down and sunk your teeth into her neck forcing out a squeal from Wanda "shit" she whispered and Scar laughed "better than what I said my first time"

This was amazing, Scarlet tasted good but Wanda god Wanda she tasted even better! You couldn't describe it but you'd taste her everyday just to have it engraved in your mind forever, why did she taste so damn good?

"Babe?-Babe I think that's enough" Scar tried pulling Wanda away when she noticed her going limp but you growled low digging your nails into Wanda's sides keeping her from moving

Wanda groaned when you sucked harder, she was lightheaded and tried her best to pull away "no!" You growled again louder this time not realising Wanda was going limp against you.

Scarlet had had enough, waving her fingers magic forcing you to let go of your girlfriend who fell back onto the couch "hey! I wasn't finished!"

"Yes you are! Look at her!" Scar shouted back and you quickly looked down to Wanda shaking and whimpering "oh god"

"Is that all you have to say?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" The witch picked up her counterpart kissing her forehead and moving her into the bedroom so she could be more comfortable.

What had you done? You promised not to hurt her...but she tasted so good you couldn't stop!

Standing up you wiped her blood away from your mouth and quickly ran to the bedroom "Wanda?"

"She's passed out Y/n" scar whispered standing over Wanda searching her mind for anything to help.

You tried moving closer but were stopped by the increasingly angry witch "haven't you done enough?"

You stopped and rolled your eyes "she's my girlfriend too Scar stop being dramat-"

"Don't. Just don't, I tell you to stop drinking from me and you do, why didn't you do it with Wanda?"

You huffed "I don't know okay?! She just tastes so good I couldn't help it" you tried defending yourself but Scar didn't believe it "so what, you were just gonna drink from her until she died was that it?"

You frantically shook your head, you'd never hurt Wanda like that "no no! I would never hurt Wanda!"

"Sure as hell looks like it though"

"I-" before you could try to defend yourself again Wanda started to move around on the bed and open her eyes "Scar?"

The redhead softened looking down at her "hey sleeping beauty, how do you feel?" she flashed her a smile and received a little one back "feel like I've been hit by a bus..."

You butted in "baby I'm so sorry I just couldn't help it, you tasted really nice" you knelt down beside the bed holding her hand as she closed her eyes again "honey please, please tell me everything's okay"

You felt her squeeze your hand and open her eyes to look at you "please don't drink from me again"

You laughed a little agreeing hoping to lighten the mood "okay deal! Is there anything else you want me to do?"

She closed her eyes again moving her hand from yours and turning over in bed "just, just let me rest for a while"

If your heart worked you were sure it would've just broken into a million pieces "Wands?" you tried but there was only silence on her part

"Come on Y/n let's leave her to sleep" Scarlet pulled you up and dragged you out of the room "I didn't mean to hurt her I really didn't" you pleaded with Scar "you did drink a lot of blood detka, she'll be out of it for a while"

She kissed your cheek leaving you stood alone while she went back into the room "you should probably have a shower too, I doubt Wanda wants to wake up to you covered in blood still" she closed the door and you sighed heavily

"I'll just stick to killing the homeless and drinking their blood from now on, no one will miss them"

[marvelouslizzie]

One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants. 

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it. 

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time. 

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again. 

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears. 

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.” 

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.” 

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about? 

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh… what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look. 

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.” 

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes. 

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.” 

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly. 

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” 

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

[notafunkiller]

What if I am too much?

Summary: When Sam's girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, teasing, language, pet names, spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.2K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I want to thank @marvelouslizzie for her help!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

“Oh, you’re alone?”

You turn your head in the direction of the voice and smile politely. You don’t recognize this woman, but she looks at you like she does.

“Uh, yes. Hello!”

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

You instantly blush, ashamed, and search for Bucky’s face in the crowd. Nowhere to be found. Damn it!

“No, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says before coming next to you. “I’m Misty.” Brunette, tall and beautiful.

“Where did we meet?”

“Sam’s birthday, but I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. You were too busy clinging to Bucky’s side all night.” She sounds serious, and you freeze, having no idea where this came from. She simply laughs, grabbing your arm with some kind of bionic cold hand for a second before letting it go.

It’s not like Bucky’s. It’s more... robotic.

“Clinging?” You ask confused.

“Yeah, you know, always sitting with him, holding his arm, following him around.”

You puff, already annoyed by this random woman. “Following him around? I’m not a dog!”

“Didn’t say you are a dog, honey. Just pointing out the obvious.”

You try to hold your tongue, pushing aside the impulse to start a fight. This is a night about Bucky. Not you or your discomfort. And she is his ex-co-worker-friend’s girlfriend. Your anger can wait.

“Alright, but how does my clinging affect you, though?”

“Oh, don’t take it so personally! I just meant to be friendly. It’s a girl’s advice. Live a little, being insecure is not gonna save your relationship.”

A piece of advice no one asked for. A take you never even considered. You’re not insecure and you’re definitely not keeping Bucky to your side all the time. You don’t… He is free to do whatever the hell he wants.

“Thank you.”

She has the audacity to laugh. “Don’t be so defensive, honey! Gonna get a cocktail, want some?”

You shake your head, feeling a hole in your stomach after she leaves you alone, and you basically run to the bathroom, trying to calm down. What if she is right, though? What if Sam heard or saw something? Maybe Bucky is extra grumpy or unhappy. Maybe he even complained…

You never thought sitting with Bucky is a sign of clinginess. You thought it’d help... he is not the most comfortable person at events. He gets stared at a lot, he hates small talk, and you really like being close to him. Gosh, you are clingy!

The rest of the night passes like a blur. When you come back, Bucky’s waiting for you, and despite your instinct to wrap your arm around his back and let him hold you, you keep a little distance, giving Sam and his nosy girlfriend a fake smile, while Bucky keeps staring at you strangely.

You even manage to avoid touching him all week somehow, except for a few kisses now and then. Your period came, and as he tried to hold you, you had to fight tears while telling him not to. You’re sick and tired and you miss him, but you want to give him some space. You’ve been suffocating him for so long... You make sure to cry only when he’s out because he might hear you even in the shower. He has super hearing after all.

You thought it would become easier every day, but quite the opposite. Every time you’re close to giving up, you remember Sam’s comment that he made a week after you met him about how Bucky always likes his space and what Misty told you, so you fight against your wish.

Until Sunday afternoon.

You’re in bed, scrolling down on Instagram as Bucky comes out of the shower. You try not to stare at him, but how can you not? He looks absolutely incredible.

What you don’t expect is him trying to get on top of you to tickle you with a huge smile on his face. He’s so adorable.

“B-Bucky, stop!” You laugh as his hands get under your T-shirt. He loves making you laugh no matter how he does it. “N-no.”

“Oh, I will,” he says playfully.

But what he failed to tell you is that stopping means sneaking his head under your T-shirt, which starts to rip a little because of the stretch, and resting it on your boobs.

“Bucky!”

He puffs, annoyed. “Why the fuck are you wearing a bra in the house, bubba?”

“Cause it’s a bra?” You ask back sarcastically, but you know this is weird. You always complain about needing to wear it outside. But inside? It’s even worse.

“Unacceptable.” He quickly rips your bra in half, not bothering to unhook it, and you feel his beard on your breast all of a sudden, making you shiver. Fuck, you really miss this.

“B-Bucky, come on, your hair is a little wet!”

“Bubba, please...”

“Bucky! Why did you do that?” He immediately takes his head out of your T-shirt, and you almost cry. He looks do lost and scared.

“Baby, do you not want me anymore?”

“What the fuck?” You groan. This is the last thing you wanted him to think. All you tried to do was to make him happy and feel less pressured.

“You don’t let me touch you. You don’t want to cuddle with me. You don’t wake me up with kisses. You don’t get on top of me You don’t hug me! What did I do?”

Your heart aches for both of you. “Wasn’t that better?”

“Better for who?” He cries. “This was the worst week of my life since Hydra.”

“Unfortunately, that cannot be true, Bucky.” You sigh, getting closer to him. “I thought you like space...”

“I do, but not with my fucking baby!”

You melt at his words, truth be told. He said it so passionately, but you’re so confused.

“I thought I was being too clingy, touching you too much, you know?”

“What? Where did this come from?”

You close your eyes. How are you supposed to answer this without sounding like a petty bitch?

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” You feel his hands grabbing your face so you can look at him. “It means I did something wrong.”

You frown, upset that he thinks that. He’s been nothing but kind, understanding, and loving to you, and you hate how he feels like he failed you or something.

“Sam’s girlfriend told me I am clingy... always with you, never leaving you alone to breathe basically. And it reminded me of Sam saying how much you love your space, and I just...” You try not to cry, you really do, but you cannot hold back the tears this time, which Bucky immediately reaches to wipe with his flesh fingers.

“Jesus, baby! I don’t give a goddamn shit about what they say, you aren’t allowed to listen to anyone! Just let me touch you.”

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, and Bucky lifts you a bit so you can sit on his lap. You can hear his heartbeat, and you find that so peaceful.

“I thought you’re gonna break up with me, honey.” He whispers in your ear. “I was terrified when you didn’t let me cuddle with you.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” You don’t know what else to say. You hurt both of you for days just because you let some woman get inside your head, but you had good intentions. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“I should be the one saying that, not you, bubba.” He leaves a kiss on your shoulder. “God, I missed you so much, it feels surreal to touch you.”

“I love you, I’m sorry.”

“Promise to never do this shit ever again!”

“I’ll try,” you murmur. “I didn’t realize you want me to touch you so much.”

Bucky lifts your head. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”

“Punish me?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah, for believing some stranger over your man. For pulling away and giving me a heart attack. And for depriving yourself of my cuddling skills.”

You giggle. “What if I let you suck my nipples for a whole week anytime you wanted?”

“I already do that!” Bucky lifts your T-shirt as he speaks, and you gasp.

“You do not!”

“Yes, I do. Remember when I came home from the last mission and I made you come by-” He lowers his head and licks your right breast, avoiding your nipple.

“Fuck you, tease!”

“I am the tease?!” He snorts, continuing to lick.

“You’re always the tease. Now kiss me and gimmie your cock.”

“I won’t give you anything until I punish you.”

“Jamie!” You scream when he turns you around, ripping off your shorts in half, along with your underwear before placing you on his thighs. “What the fuck?”

“What the fuck to you for keeping yourself away from me.” You feel him caressing your ass for a few seconds before slapping your right cheek with his flesh hand. You squirm, gripping into his hip.

“F-fuck!”

“Count.”

You groan. “Jamie...” He spanks you again but harder, and this time you moan. “T-two.”

“Nope, we start over.”

“O-one.”

“Good girl!”

The third and fourth aren’t as hard as you want and you find yourself wiggling your ass in the air.

“Harder.”

“Harder?” He snorts, amused, and before he can bring his flesh hand in the air, you grab his metal arm.

“Please, daddy, use this one!”

Daddy? It didn’t take too long for you to get back in the mood.

“Can’t use it, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No!” You cry. “I need it, pleaseee. I’ll ride your face as many times as you w-want.”

Bucky still doesn’t agree. “Baby, it would hurt.”

“Let it hurt!”

You want it to hurt because this pain is not unbearable, quite the opposite. It pushes you over the edge faster.

He sighs and listens to you, bringing his metal hand to your ass, but you barely even feel it when he slaps. You groan, upset.

“I said slap! Do you want me to hover?”

“I can fucking hurt you.”

“I told you to hurt me!” You beg. “Please, honey! Please, please, please.”

He does it again, not hard enough for you, but you count anyway. Again and again.

“Jesus, you’re making my thighs so wet. You’re such a little whore for me.”

“I’m your whore. Always, daddy, please!”

Bucky’s moan comes somehow from the back of his throat, and the last spanks are perfect. He gently caresses your ass, cooling it off with his metal hand, and you smile. “You’re so dirty sometimes, but also such a good girl taking your punishment perfectly.”

“I am sorry,” you whisper.

“For what exactly?”

You pout, grabbing his face. “For all of it. But you’re you, Bucky. You’re the greatest guy in the world, I just didn’t want to be annoying.”

“You were annoying when you didn’t let me even hug you.”

You know that, but sometimes you can’t help but do dumb things, thinking about him. “I wanted you to be happy.”

“Well, I wasn’t happy, obviously. And neither were you, bubba. Promise me you’ll talk to me first next time.”

“I was just stupid…”

“No.” You feel his thumb all over your lips. “You were worried. I love you and I really need your touch, okay?”

“I noticed,” you laugh.

“Good, now feed me my boobs, and then I wanna see you riding my face as you negotiated.”

You fake sigh and grab your boob. “Open up.”

*

You’re not sure how to react when Bucky drags you straight to Sam and his girlfriend as soon as you get inside the museum.

“Hey, Buck-”

“Who do you think you are?”

Misty gasps while Sam and you freeze.

“Wow, wow, wow, man. Hold on a sec, what is going on?”

“What is going on, Samuel?” Bucky asks rhetorically through his teeth. “Ask your little girlfriend where she got her audacity from to tell my girl she is clingy. That she basically spends too much time with me. Who the fuck gave her the permission to even speak to her? So she either apologizes and keeps her mouth shut, or we’ll have a big problem.” Bucky turns his head to look at Misty. “From one metal arm to another. Wanna try me?”

“You did what? What the hell?”

Misty frowns, staring at you. “You went to complain to him for giving you a friendly, harmless advice?”

Bucky instantly grabs her metal arm wrist before you can answer.

“You got three seconds to beg for her forgiveness before I snap your hand in half. And I am not bluffing.”

Sam doesn’t even try to get between them, simply watching, and Misty immediately gets teary.

“I’m... sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, squeezing her wrist. Holy shit! You haven’t seen him like this in ages. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I am sorry. I should have minded my own business!”

“Yes, you should’ve,” you say without regret. “But I forgive you.”

Bucky lets go with a grunt before nodding to Sam and bringing his hand to your hips, leading you toward the exit.

As soon as you are outside, you don’t even care if someone can hear you as you speak. “Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so badly!”

Bucky laughs. “I see. In the car… is that okay for you?”

You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Perfect.”

[visionsofmagic]

― the soul of a magician [chapter 2]

a/n: mostly of the events will not follow same order and same scenes with the movie. so, read with this knowledge. and enjoy!! (and the chapters will be exiting with each one.)

The feeling of fear haunted you like a wild animal, whispering your biggest fear again and again like a deep moaning; losing Stephen in a battle you don’t stand by his side, lefting him all alone, and not be able to protect him. Fear filled your whole body. It was like venom, reaching every piece of you to make your mind go crazy with bad thoughts. In the half of your way to mission, the idea of losing Stephen made you stop suddenly. You couldn’t do it any further, and you didn’t. So, you were standing right outside of the Kamar-Taj, ready to go inside but you were trying to decide if this was right thing to do; standing against to rules. You thought to yourself; ‘If you can’t even protect your friend, then how you could protect others?’ This question made you to run inside, finding Stephen and Wong fighting against Wanda with the young girl inside the building. In your way inside, you saw a lot of dead or fainted body of masters and trainers which broke your heart into pieces because of both seeing your collaborators like this and possibility of seeing Stephen like this too. But you were wrong. Stephen is a strong magician and now, you witness his magic while he is fighting with Wanda.

You stood there for a second to adjust the scene in front of you before joining them. You analyzed the place firstly, your and Wanda’s advantages, how to beat her without making any harm because you knew that Stephen do not want to kill Wanda but make her come to her senses.

Wanda came out from the mirror when you entered the room. After standing up for a second, you jumped in front of the trio; Stephen, the young girl and Wong. All of them, even Wanda, surprised at your presence. You didn’t wait long and tried to explain why you came back to neither of them, instead, you took your magical sword from your back. Sword turned from invisible to visible after your hand touched it. The sword was magical and only with your eyes, its magic starts to work.

You pointed it at Wanda, shielding you and others, “Wanda, please, we don’t want any harm. Just calm and we can talk.”

Wanda laughed at that, looked at you half bewildered half humiliating, “And who are you think you are?”

You took a deep breath, turned Stephen who was watching you with curious and worried eyes, “Sorry Stephen, but I tried.” You turned to Wanda again while smiling, “Let me to introduce myself the Scarlet Witch.” Without thinking twice, you shook your sword towards to Wanda with a great speed that made Wanda surprised but not impressed at all. The white color of your sword’s met with Wanda’s red colored magical hands. She tried to throw your sword with her magic, failed, and got angry. You smiled a little, holding your sword tightly.

Stephen stood before the young girl, used his body as a shield for her, “Y/n! Why did you come back? Don’t get yourself hurt. Don’t fight with her own your own.”

Wanda threw your body to the wall. You moaned in pain. Stephen came to your side immediately. You looked at him, “Can you stop talking and help me you idiot!”

He rolled his eyes, but took your hand to get you up anyway. Wanda was now trying to reach the young girl. You looked at Stephen, “Go from the left, I will go from the right.” Turned to Wong, “and you try to took the girl out of her hands.”

Both of them listened you, even if Stephen was looking like wanting to say something. You went to the right, slipped your sword under her arm and scratched her chest lightly. Stephen went to the left and took her other hand with magic. The young girl escaped from Wanda’s hand. Wong took the girl in his arms. The girl was in shook. Y/n felt really bad for her, cursed that this world’s fairness before focusing on Wanda again. “You can’t stop me! Give me the girl, or I will make you.” Said Wanda in a deep voice. You didn’t meet Wanda In personally before, but you knew that she was not this kind of sadist. You knew something about her Westview situation, losing her kids who had created with magic but that was all. You felt bad for her either but you had to stop her, stop her hurting Stephen, and others.

“Wanda, please, just listen to u-“ Before finishing your words, both you and Stephen’s body flied to the young girl. Stephen looked you with worried eyes like you look to him. Wanda didn’t give you time to think, jumped both of your bodies. You took Stephen’s hand in hurry and squeezed it. Stephen looked at your hands, then you. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn’t because a light came from your backs. You turned to look the source of the light and saw young girl was using her power without even realizing it. You took her right feet, Stephen took her left one. Both of you try to stop the girl, “Don’t –“

Then, there was just a huge light and your three bodies flowing in the multiverse.

This adventure was really going to be a tough one.

love, rose. ♡

[prokopetz]

My knowledge of superhero comics isn't deep so much as it is frustratingly eclectic. Like, I might well completely fail to recognise a character who's been a regular member of the X-Men for thirty years, but if you need somebody to explain from unprompted memory the complete plot of Spanner's Galaxy, I'm your guy.