Tony throws a party, and you have no shortage of admirers. But where does your heart really lie? And why does Thor have a glittery beard? (Reader is Tony’s sister)
FOR@ghostofreggie WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT SUPPORT AND FEED INTO MY PHASE OF BUCK. YOU ARE AMAZING AND I COULDN’T IMAGINE WRITING THIS WITHOUT YOU.
Missions far from home were never easy for any of you. But for Bucky they became harder and harder the more he felt for you. You had walked into his world at the right place, and at the time he needed someone the most. When he met you, all he saw was beautiful and all you saw in yourself was the nerd of an assistant for Tony Stark. He knew he could never hurt you, and in doing so he never told you what he was feeling.
The moment you laid eyes on Bucky; your world shifted. He was the only one who caught your undivided attention, whether you were focused on something in the lab or not. He could walk in the room and your whole world would be black except this light that surrounded him. That being said, you guys were far from being anything official. It was just a few one-night stands, and in-depth conversations here and there.
A new mission had come to a head, which included Sam, Sharon, and Bucky attempting to override some of Hydra’s files to unearth any new leads into where or what Hydra wanted. You on the other hand were stuck in the office, attempting to help Tony upgrade his Ironman suit with some new perks, I guess being his assistant is a perk in itself though. But your mind was everywhere but focused on Tony and what he needed. Buck was leaving on this mission tonight, and you had every intention of telling him how you felt before then but didn’t know how.
The doors opened to the lab, the eerie silence was filled with a familiar voice, “Hey we are getting ready to take off….”
The voice was hesitant, but you knew it belonged to Bucky. He was the only one who made your heart skip a beat or cause the eruption of butterflies in your stomach.
You took a deep breath before turning to him, a fake smile plastered on your cheeks, “Oh okay- be careful?”
He shot you his signature smirk before making his way over to your desk, you couldn’t help yourself from chewing on the inside of your cheek- one of your worse nervous ticks.
“I’ll be careful…. I’m always careful.” he said as he stood in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. You couldn’t help but give him a real smile as you stepped towards him, engulfing him in your arms. His beard tickled your cheeks as you hid you face in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne that made you feel at home.
His grip loosened before he stepped back, placing a swift, soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture only causing a blush to erupt on your cheeks, and a soft smile to remain more than present.
He smiled down at your short stature before turning away from you, your smile slowly turned to a frown… you hated to see him walking away from you, like you were nothing to him.
But the question was…. Do you tell him how you feel? Or do you just let it go, and hope to god that the feelings stop growing…
“Buck?” You said, your eyes widening at your shaky voice. The concerned look he gave you was making your insides turn at what words were about to escape past your lips.
“Yes?” He questioned, as you didn’t say anything more. The words you wanted to say found themselves stuck in your throat, unable to tell this handsome man what you were truly feeling.
You took a deep breath, opening your mouth to spill your undying love for James Buchanan Barnes, when she came in…
There was Sharon, in all her glory. The most beautiful girl in the room, the one who always got any man she wanted, and the one who had all her sights set on Bucky.
“I’m sorry but we have to go” She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she watched you push up your oversized glasses, as your twirled you rings around your finger unconsciously. You were nothing to her, and the look on her face only confirmed that.
Bucky looked back at you, the nervousness was apparent on your face, “Go…” you murmured, not being able to spare him another look. You knew that you would never be enough for him, so why even try to fool yourself?
A smirk appeared on Sharon’s face as she turned hot on her heel, Bucky following behind but not before sparing you another look. He will never forget the look of heartbreak that crossed your features when Sharon came in to get him, to take him away from you.
The minute the door to the lab closed, the eerie silence overtook you once again. You turned towards your desk; a deep breath escaped you as your started throwing your work off your desk. Paper flying through the air, pens hitting the floor in a clatter. The noise was so overwhelming that you missed the sliding door opening again, the anger in the room could be cut with a knife.
“Sooooo are you going to clean up your mess?” Tony said from behind you, terror crossed your features as you turned to face him.
“I-I-I-iiii” You tried to find the words, to apologize, to try and make what you had just done better. But Tony cut you off, sending you a soft smile.
“I’m assuming… that uh you didn’t tell Bucky how you are feeling?” He said, taking a seat at the desk next to yours, trying to read your reaction to what he was saying.
“Me and Buck? No-no- “You started, only causing a bout of laughter to fall from Tony’s lips. Your eyes wide as you watched him fall apart in front of you, his laughter cutting through the anger you were radiating.
“Oh don’t even. We both know how you feel, and I know that he feels the same about you” He said, reaching out to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His gesture bringing tears to your tired eyes, it was the first time that you felt that someone understood how you were feeling.
“How I’m feeling is alone. This man is doing things to me that I have never felt, and never thought I would get to feel. I was always the nerd in school, with no friends or anyone to love me. And now- now I have this man who I love, a man I have given my everything to, but I can’t even tell him the words. I can’t even tell him how much I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with his bipolar ass.” The words finally flowing out of you, finally confessing to someone how I felt about Bucky.
You wiped your cheeks, the tears continuing to dampen them. Tony just reached out, taking you into his arms. He knew how you were feeling, you knew that you wanted nothing more than to be loved and not worry about the future.
You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you as you clung to your boss, tears continuing to flow.
“How about you go home? I can text you when they get back…. I think you just need some time to think, you know?” Tony said, placing a soft kiss to the back of your head.
“Thanks Tony… and I’m sorry for the mess….” You said, pulling away from him and shooting him a soft smile.
Carefully you grabbed your things, heading out to your room. The sound of your shoes clicking on the floor, echoing in the silent hallway. The silence only following you once you step into your dark room.
A deep sigh escaped you as you laid back on your bed, your head swarming with scenarios about Buck and if you had told him how you were feeling. To explain the deep love, you felt for him.
Sitting back up, you began to strip yourself of your work clothes. The heavy denim of your jeans hit the floor with a thud, and your thin black tee fell right beside it. Ruffling through your drawers you came across a shirt that belonged to Bucky.
It was from a night, not long ago when he came over late at night for some comforting after a mission. A smile appeared across your cheeks as you shrugged the shirt over your tired body, it barely covered your black panties.
A tired smile appeared on your face once again as you made your way to your empty bed. The coldness of your sheets feeling good against your achy, tired body. Sleep quickly overtook your sense, and your dreams were filled with the what ifs of your life if Bucky was yours.
*BANG, BANG, BANG*
You were drawn from your vivid sleep by several hard knocks at your door. Quickly you rushed over, opening the door swiftly.
There was Bucky…
His lip was split open, a bruise was developing on his cheek but overall, he seemed none too harmed. The light from the hallway showing off his bruised and tattered body.
“I-uh-uh I… I just needed to see you.” he finally choked out, you stepped aside leaving room for him to slip by you in the darkness of your room.
“Okay?” You said, tiredness still clouding your senses.
“I-uh this…. This mission was just really hard, and I know you wanted to tell me something before I left and it was all that I could focus on” he said, you knew that he was embarrassed by what he was saying. He never felt like this before and it was clear by his stuttering.
The Winter Solider was standing in your room, at god only knows what time because he couldn’t stop thinking about something you wanted to tell him.
You ran your hand through your hair, eyeing his figure in the darkness. You stepped towards his, brushing his tattered hair out of his face, making his deep eyes more noticeable.
“You really want to know?” You said, the flirtatious tone flowing out of your mouth, you could see him take a deep breath before nodding at you.
“Well, I was going to tell you that-uh I’m uh in love with you” You stuttered, blush crawling up onto your cheeks. You were nervous about what he was going to say, you knew he never felt that way about anyone.
“You don’t have to say anything” You said quickly, seeing his face change as he processed your words.
You loved him.
Opening your mouth again, wanting to speak more about how you were feeling. The idea that you had ruined your chances with him forever, that he was going to walk away, and you would never see him again.
But your thoughts were hushed when he rushed forward swiftly taking your lips in his. You couldn’t help the shocked moan that fell past your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at his tangled hair.
He growled as you pulled hard at his hair, carefully he slipped his hands under your thighs before picking you up. Pulling your body close to his, your nipples only hardening against your shirt.
You pulled your lips away from his, carefully pressing small kisses to his neck causing a guttural moan to escape from his throat.
You felt your back fall onto your cold sheets, a moan falling from your lips as Bucky found your sweet spot on your neck that was ever so hidden. You could feel a bruise forming under your jaw from his excessive suckling.
Moans continued to fall from your lips as you reached down to pull at his shirt, pulling the torn material over his head, revealing more bruising and blood dried cuts. Your cold fingers ran across his chest as he watched you carefully.
You caught his eyes, smiling up at him. He was concentrating on your face, the way your face lit up when you saw him.
His thumbs brushed up against your hips, slowly lifting his shirt off your body. The cold air rushing to your hard nipples, sending a chill through your body, which only made Buck chuckle under his breath.
Your shirt went over your head, and almost immediately Bucky took your hard nipple in his mouth, sending a chorus of moans to fall from your lips.
“Buck” you moaned, gently taking his hair in your hand, and pulling slightly.
Rubbing your cunt against his crotch, only causing you to leak more wetness than you already were. Your motions caused a guttural moan to escape from Buck.
He pulled back from your nipples, taking in the moaning mess that you had become under him. He wrapped his fingers around your panties, before ripping them clean off your body.
You gasped at his action, before quickly sitting up and beginning to mess with his pants. You fumbled with the button and zipper before stripping off his pants. His cock was straining against the confines of his boxers, with a stain of precum beginning to appear.
Biting your lip, you lowered his boxers down his legs and letting them pool at him feet.
You took his length in your small hands, but he stopped you. His eyes met yours before he started to speak.
“This is all about you doll.” He spoke in a low tone before pushing you back onto the bed.
You felt his cock at your entrance, brushing against your clit which only sent chills of pleasure through your body.
The feeling of your being stretched as he entered you with his length sent a loud moan to escape from you. Causing your eyes to roll back as you grabbed onto him, bringing him closer.
He waited for a moment, giving you a moment to adjust to him.
You nodded at him, giving him the silent signal to move.
The pleasure began to overtake your senses, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You could hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he pushed his cock deep inside of you, stretching your walls more and more.
Guttural moans feel past Bucky’s lips, which only sent your over the edge. Your orgasm quickly fell over you as he continued to hit your sensitive spot.
“Oh-uh-ooohhh Buck” You moaned, as your back arched from the overwhelming orgasm.
He threw his head back as your cunt pulsated around his cock, he was on the edge and he knew it.
His speed began to quicken as your cunt still was pulsating from your mind-blowing orgasm, your eyes continued to roll back into your head from the pleasure that was overtaking you.
Your cunt was leaking up a storm as he continued to fuck you hard, before he wrapped a hand around your throat. The action only making your eyes go wide, he never did that.
“Buck” You whimpered to him, as his grip tightened on your throat.
“You’re gonna take it all doll.” He moaned, his metal hand coming into contact with your clit. He quickly began rubbing circles, which drove you into a moaning mess as your cunt began to tighten around him again.
“Buck…. Buck…. I’m gonna-” You began before getting cut off by a moan.
“I’m right behind you” he moaned in your ear as you pulsated around him, scratching at his back with the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
He rutted his hips against yours as he spilled his hot seed into you, causing a small moan to pass your lips as your felt the heat in your core.
“In case you didn’t know- I love you too” He murmured against your ear, causing a huge smile to appear across your features.
In that moment, you knew… Bucky Barnes was yours and only yours….. He was your home.
A/N: english is not my native language so I apologise for my mistakes and lack of vocabulary, I’m still learning
A/N: thank you for requesting! I hope you’ll like it:) this is definitely not proofread so yeah
“oh come on guys, don’t be boring” you booed at your friends, coworkers or whatever they are when they all decided to go to bed. It was just 11pm and for you…the party just started.
“you should also go to bed, we have work tomorrow” Steve crossed his arms on his chest like he always does as if he’s trying to show that he’s in charge here.
“I agree with y/n, you are boring” Tony interrupted making Steve roll his eyes at the both of you.
“look, Tony will keep you company and we should get going, goodnight” Steve turned around to walk away as you looked at Thor with puppy eyes.
“Thor?”
“I’m sorry, lady y/n but I’m really tired. Maybe next time” he gave you an apologetic smile and walked out.
Then you looked at Nat, hoping that she might stay but she just shook her head. “you should go to sleep too, party girl”
“I guess it’s just you and me Stark, bring another bottle” you told Tony but he already had a bottle in his hand, pouring whiskey in your glasses making you smirk. “good boy”
His head snapped at your direction with raised eyebrows and you just realised what have you just said, hoping that you didn’t make him uncomfortable you laughed it off to get out of the situation.
Tony sat down next to you, handing you the glass as you thanked him and turned your whole body at him. He eyed you up and down making you instantly blush.
“so…” you started.
“so..?” he raised one eyebrow at you questioning.
You tried to be as subtle as possible as you scooted over closer to him, looking straight into his eyes. “tell me a story, Stark”
He had a mischievous smile on his face as if he already knew what he’s going to tell you. He took a sip of his whiskey, eyes still on you.
“there was once a girl” he started and cleared his throat. “beautiful. No… she was gorgeous, like out of this world. She was every man’s dream. Strong, knows her worth and definitely a brat sometimes but that just makes her more interesting” he stopped for a second to take another sip, his eyes burning yours as you squirmed in your seat a little.
“there was also a guy who had an eye on her for a while but she didn’t know that or maybe pretended to not notice” he shrugged and put his glass down on the table before continuing. “and when they were finally alone…” he trailed off.
You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to continue. “what happened?” you asked, your voice low.
“they felt something between them. Like a spark which lead to kissing. It was slow and passionate at first but the more they kissed, the more aggressive it got”
You gulped and put down your glass on the table as well. “and then what?” you leaned in a little, whispering your words as if afraid to break the tension.
“she got on top of him, started grinding herself on his crotch knowing how much he likes that. But not too much. When he got tired of teasing, he ripped her panties off and inserted two fingers in her cunt” he leaned in too, your faces were just a few inches away as you could feel his hot breath against your face.
You’re not dumb and you know that the guy and the girl he’s talking about is you and him. You felt heat rising all over your body and just waited for what will happen next.
“and then he fucked her. Raw and hard. Just the way she likes, because she’s a bratty little slut who likes to be used” his voice was raspy and slow as he leaned in even more.
You rubbed your thighs together to create some kind of friction and that didn’t go unnoticed to him. He smirked and looked you in the eyes. “isn’t she?”
You couldn’t hold it anymore. Quickly nodding, you grabbed his face with your hands and attached your lips to his. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth as you lifted yourself up and straddled his thighs. He tasted like whiskey and mint.
His hands traveled down your body and stopped at your ass, giving it a hard squeeze which made you moan into his mouth. You could feel his boner right on your clothed crotch and couldn’t help but grind on it; swaying your hips back and forth, getting turned on more and more as he groaned into the kiss.
“don’t tease me” Tony grunted as you pulled away from the kiss; his eyes were dark, lusftul, lips swollen and all you wanted to do is to jump him.
You lifted yourself up a little bit, so you could take off your panties under your dress but Tony impatiently ripped them off, making you hiss in pain when the material slapped your skin.
“sorry” he quickly muttered placing his hands on you again, slowly moving your hips to move against him and pulling you into a heated kiss as you struggled with the zipper of his pants.
When you finally freed out his hard cock, you immediately wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping a few times as he let out a sigh of relief.
His hand slipped under your dress, fingers sliding through your wet folds. “you’re soaking, honey”
“please” you whimpered and he chuckled before inserting one finger inside of you. “shit” you breathed out and started pumping his cock faster. “fuck Tony, we can do this another time, please I need your cock in me”
“such a needy slut” he shook his head but still obeyed your request, grabbing his cock sliding it through your folds.
“Tony” you squeaked out.
“Quiet, baby, the others will hear” he shushed you and with that he pushed into you causing you to throw your head back and let out a low groan.
“fuck, you’re so tight” he growled lifting you up a little so only the tip of his cock was inside you before pushing his hips up to fuck into you.
“fuck” you screamed a little too loud, making him immediately cover your mouth with his hand as you gripped his shoulders.
“do you want the whole compound to know what a slut you’re for me?” he asked slowly removing his hand from your face.
“no” you moaned out as quietly as possible as you moved your hips up and down on his shaft. Tony helped you, his arms flexing as he moved your whole body on him. You were biting your lip hard, trying not to moan loudly.
His cock was hitting your g spot repeatedly and you threw your head back, closing your eyes and whimpering.
“keep your eyes open, look at me, baby” he demanded, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling your head closer to his.
You lazily opened your eyes, looking at his brown ones as you felt your leg muscles ache from moving this much but tried to ignore it. You began to push your hips back down to meet his as he grunted in your ear. “I can’t control myself when I’m around you” he whispered and touched your neck with his lips, sucking on it.
“fuck, Tony” you cupped his cheeks with your hands, leaning your forehead against his. “I wanted to do this for such a long time” you breathed out.
“me too” he agreed with you and connected his lips with yours once again as you felt your stomach tightening “I’m close" you informed him and he smiled grabbing your hips more harshly and moving you as you laid your head on his shoulder biting into it so you wouldn’t moan out loud.
His eyes were dark, his hair was a mess and he was breathing heavily. Tony pulled your hair back causing you to let out a breathy moan and to look at him. “beg”
“please let me cum” you gasped out.
“nah, that’s not enough. You can do better” he shook his head, grunting when you squeezed him.
“please, Tony. I’ll be a good girl please just let me cum" you whined when you felt yourself on the edge.
He wanted to make you beg more but the way you were squeezing around Tony made him want to spill himself in you right then and there.
“tell me you’re mine”
“I’m yours Tony, I’m all fucking yours”
“go ahead baby” he smiled and you rolled your eyes back as he snapped his hips into you roughly, making you come all over his cock with a loud moan.
At this point you didn’t care if someone heard you. “I want you to cum inside me” you said, still trying to catch your breath.
“you’re such a fucking whore. Want me to mark you? To make you officially mine?” he smirked groaning as you bounced on his cock nodding.
“please” you pleaded whimpering as he kissed you roughly before he came inside you, his cum filling you up.
“fuck” he breathed out. “should have done that sooner”
You chuckled, carefully lifting yourself off him and stood up. His eyes fell to your legs, his cum was dripping down them. “beautiful” he whispered. “but I’m not done with you” Tony said before standing up, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his room.
After the snap, your boyfriend, Steve, can’t live with his own failure. Natasha comforts you the best way she knows how.
Warnings: SMUT F/F fingering, oral
Word Count:1.7k
Steve was broken. A ghost of his former self.
You would find him all the time now, staring off into the distance, his sea-blue eyes glazed over. In those moments, you’d grab his hands in yours, whisper in his ear.
It’s not your fault. He was too powerful, too strong. There was nothing we could do.
But it didn’t matter how gentle your voice was, how soft the kisses you pressed against his cheek were, how tight you wrapped him in your arms. He never listened.
Grief and guilt are savage beasts. They will twist your mind with their claws and crush your heart in their fists. But, you can outrun them, if you want to. The rest of the team did, they managed to find a way to still live, to find something worth fighting for, even with the beasts at their heels.
Steve didn’t. He let the beasts catch him, and you weren’t strong enough to fight them off for him.
The Steve you knew and loved, the golden-haired, brave, Captain America, was gone. Dead.
And you didn’t know what to do.
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You are dreaming.
You and him. Him and you.
Down by the lake, where you used to go all the time.
The water is glistening, the surface so clear you could peer over the edge and feel like you’re falling into space; a pool full of stars. The air is calm, quiet.
Steve’s fingers are entwined with yours. You lean in, brush his ear with your lips, whisper something. He laughs, long and loud and happy. Your cheeks hurt from grinning.
You let your eyes linger on his face, etch the details of his features into your brain. His full lashes, his rosy cheeks, his pink lips. The way he looks at you as if you are his entire world. The way he used to look at you all the time.
Suddenly, he’s kissing you, pinning you to the ground. You feel the grass tickle your arms, the heat radiating from his skin. You feel his lips, on your mouth and your jaw and your neck.
God, you missed this. You missed him.
You want more, you need more, you fall into his touch, further and further and…
“Y/N.” Someone shakes your arm. “Wake up.”
You open your eyes. Natasha is sitting on your bed, watching you. Her hair is down, she’s wearing a black tank top, sweatpants that sit just on her hips.
“Nat,” you whisper, sitting up, “what are you doing here?”
“I just-” she begins, but she stops, looks to the ground shyly.
You’d never seen the super spy so nervous. “It’s okay… you can tell me.” You encourage.
“I just wanted to check up on you.” The red-head confesses, her eyes meeting yours.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why?”
“I know how hard everything has been, with Steve.” Nat mutters. “I see you, Y/N. I see you bring him meals that he doesn’t eat, I see you knock on the door and get no answer. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you.”
Tears burn at your eyes, threaten to spill over. “Thank you, Nat,” you mutter, “but I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” She wraps her fingers around your arm, gently. “You’re not fine. I mean… you don’t even sleep in the same room as him anymore.”
The truth hits you like a knife to the chest. “He just… needs time.” You stutter.
“No.” Natasha says, lifting your chin with her fingers. “Don’t make excuses for him. Don’t lie. You don’t have to, not with me.”
Her hand is warm underneath your chin. It reminds you of him, his skin and his hot touch. It’s enough to make you fall over the edge. You let yourself cry, big, heavy sobs that rob your lungs of breath. Nat holds you, wraps your body in her arms, lets you dampen her shirt with your tears.
“I just feel so… alone.” You choke into her shoulder.
“I know.” She comforts, caressing your hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
She trails your fingers gently through your locks, massages your scalp. You close your eyes.
“Maybe,” she whispers, her voice feather-soft, “I can help you not feel so alone.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Her fingers fall to your thigh, drift up and down. “I mean,” she purrs, “we can have a little fun…if you want?”
Your breath catches in your throat. A thousand thoughts race through your mind at once.
You’re still with Steve. It’s wrong, so wrong. She’s your friend. He still loves you, he does. You can’t do this to him, you can’t betray him…
“Come on,” Nat’s breath tickles your ear, “I can make you feel good, Y/N. I know that’s what you want.”
Your mind floods with wanting. You haven’t been touched in so long. Too long.
You love Steve, with every fibre of your body. You do. But the weight of this love has been sitting on your shoulders for so long. It was crushing you. You were exhausted. Was it wrong to want a break from that? Even for just one night?
You took a deep breath.
“S-Steve can’t know.” You stutter out. “Nobody can.”
“They won’t.” Nat assures, her fingers caressing your cheek. “This stays our little secret.”
You look at your best friend, into her midnight blue eyes. Realisation washes over you. You want her, her touch and her lips, all over your body. You want her everywhere.
You nod your permission.
That’s all she needs.
She brushes your hair behind your ear, exposing your neck. You moan in pleasure as her lips kiss the soft flesh there.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” She teases, leading your head down to the pillow. “Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamt about you, my pretty best friend, naked underneath me?”
Your stomach turns with arousal at her words.
Her fingers grab at the bottom of your shirt, lift it over your head. You’re not wearing a bra. “I’m going to treat you good, baby. Better than Steve ever could.” She purrs.
Your nipples are hard, exposed to the cold air. She puts one into her mouth, swirls it with her tongue, kneads your other breast in her hand. You moan in ecstasy.
She grins triumphantly. “You like when I play with your pretty tits, don’t you?”
“Yes… holy fuck.” You whimper, your cheeks blushing at how desperate you already were.
Nat chuckles and returns to suck at your neck. Slowly, her hands drift down to your thighs. She grabs the waistband of your shorts, pulls them down your legs. You are in nothing but your underwear.
“Look at you,” the woman murmurs, trailing kisses up your legs, “laid out here for me… so perfect.”
She stops before her mouth reaches your heat. A solitary finger traces your slit through the piece of cloth, eliciting a moan from you.
Ever so slowly, she pulls your panties down your legs, throws them in the corner of the room.
She spreads your legs wide. You’re glistening with arousal.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, “you’re so wet for me, baby.”
She slides one finger into you first, then two, making you gasp. She curls her digits delicately, searching for your special spot. A moan leaves your lips when she finds it.
“Natasha-” you breathe out.
She doesn’t answer. She is on a mission, her fingers deep within your pussy, repeatedly curling up and down. A knot begins to build in your stomach.
Already? You think in disbelief.
“Fuck Nat, I’m going to come.” You whine, your eyes closing.
“Come for me, Y/N. It’s okay.” The red-head purrs, her fingers continuing their assault.
A wave of intense pleasure washes over you. Warmth radiates throughout your body. Your thighs shake around Nat’s fingers.
Delicately, the spy removes her digits from your pussy. They are soaked with arousal.
“Be a good girl,” she demands, climbing towards your face, “open up.”
You wrap your mouth around her fingers, lick them clean. Your cum tastes sweet. Saccharine.
Then, Natasha’s plump lips are on yours, her tongue in your mouth. Tasting you.
Your clit throbs. You begin to close your legs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Nat says, wedging a hand in-between your smooth thighs. “We’re not done.”
Before you can blink, your legs are strung over her shoulders. She breathes on your already sensitive clit. Goosebumps rise all over your flesh.
Her tongue licks along your slit before her lips attach to your clit. She flicks the sensitive bud in her mouth, sending vibrations straight up to your core.
You bury your fingers in her hair as your lips part open in pleasure.
Her tongue is magic, your whole body twists and turns to her rhythm. As you lose yourself in bliss, you forget all the immense tension you have been holding for the last year, the grief and the guilt, the unbearable sadness that has clouded your mind…
Nat’s mouth is everywhere you want it. Desperately, you twirl your nipples in between your fingers, knead your breasts. Your toes begin to curl.
She holds your hips down as she licks another orgasm out of you.
You erupt in ecstasy. Intense warmth and pure, perfect pleasure are all you feel. You are free, flying amongst the stars. You are awash in sensation, vibrating from your core to the tips of your toes and the top of your head.
Natasha drinks from your heat, lapping at your arousal, her fingers still clenched around your thighs.
You lie back on the bed, breathing heavily, sweat beading your flesh.
“That was amazing.” You choke out, breathless.
Nat appears at your side, wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Did you expect anything less?” She teases. You smile up at the ceiling.
Moonlight sneaks in from between the curtains, illuminating your best-friend’s irises.
“Thank you.” You whisper into the silence. “I needed that.”
It takes a minute before your reply arrives. “It was the least I could do, Y/N.”
That night, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Tomorrow, you will struggle with guilt and the consequences of what you had just done.
But right now, while the sun was still down and your best friend breathed softly beside you, you could pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
"We need a way to safely access the other realms again. We need to calm them back down, we don’t need another war, especially if we can prevent it.“ Thor now stood, all eyes on him as he slowly strode back and forth in front of the sofa. "Do you remember how father rebuilt the Bifrost after I destroyed it to save Jotunheim?” Laussa answered hesitantly as she sat back down. "You told me about it.“ Thor’s eyes were locked on her now, his expression stressed and somewhat helpless.
"Do you remember how he had to use the Tesseract because he alone wasn’t strong enough? I need your help, Laussa, we need to create a new Bifrost; a new, safe way to enter the other realms, to keep them in check.” She nodded, taking in the new information. “How?” He stopped now, standing still as his gaze drifted through the room. “Both our powers combined might be enough, but it’ll take some time.” She nodded, her head racing with questions, but she’d keep those for later. “I understand.”
Thor’s hair fell down onto the back of his shoulders almost dramatically as he turned around to the man still standing behind the sofa, placing his big hand on his shoulder. “Dr. Banner here is going to help us conduct some experiments on how we can achieve this in the best way possible, since we’ve never tried controlling your powers this way.” Laussa nodded again as the doctor nodded confidently, a small smile on his lips, but it barely made her less nervous. If her mother was here now, she would have reminded her to understand, that this was her role, her destiny to help her brother save the nine realms once more, and she smiled at the thought.
"So, what exactly are your ‘powers’?“ Tony asked, raising his fingers up in air quotes as he said ‘powers’ in a sort of condescending voice, Natasha interrupting him immediately. "Tony, come on.” “What? I’m allowed to ask, am I not?” Stark leaned back into the sofa, now looking back at Laussa expectantly. Laussa’s heartbeat started racing again instantly, but she tried staying calm on the outside. “It’s alright. Did you really never tell them?” she blurted out towards her brother, who was looking down onto the ground now. “I didn’t wanna bring it up.” he murmured, now avoiding eye contact with her and the others. “I could have guessed, I mean they never even knew I was your sister,” she chuckled for a moment, before looking around the room again.
"Thor, can you - do you have a shield?“ He opened his mouth in response, but was interrupted. "I do,” answered Steve Rogers, motioning to get up, as Thor shook his head. “Not that kind, Rogers,” he clarified, turning around to Wanda whispering something to her, then giving his sister a thumbs up. Laussa sighed, her hand already buried in her brown leather handbag she had left on the sofa next to Natasha, pulling out a small, plain, inconspicuous rock from the cluttered mess of her bag. She twirled it between her fingers for a second before throwing it across the table to Thor. He caught it expertly and held it in his hand as she shrugged off her leather jacket and walked up to the fireplace once more.
She took another step forward, taking a deep breath, before extending her right hand forwards and plunging it deep into the core of the roaring fire. Wanda shrieked, and she could hear the other’s surprise as well, especially as she pulled her hand back out after a moment, holding it out for all of them to see. Her hand looked unharmed, exactly as it had before, there were no burn marks or any signs of fire touching her in any way, other than the fact that the long sleeve on her green shirt was singed at its hem, still smouldering with the remainders of the heat it had just been exposed to. Laussa now turned back around to her audience completely, taking a moment to admire their confused faces. Lifting her left hand up in front of her, making sure all of them could see, then she snapped her fingers to make a huge flame appear in the palm of her hand, growing hotter and hotter every second as the flame grew in size and turned from an orange to yellow to a light blue. She then brought her other hand over her left one, extinguishing the flame by clapping her hands together. Taking another deep breath, taking her time preparing for what was about to come, she was interrupted by Steve Rogers.
"I mean no offense here, but we’ve seen Thor’s powers in action. Is this… all you can do?“ Chuckling, Laussa sought out Thor’s attentive eyes, nodded to him, and just as he nodded back, she let go of her inner restraints. Her head was thrown back, her arms extended away from her body, as she sensed it coming. It felt as if her core was imploding with tremendous power, heat soaring through her, burning through her from the inside out, sending sparks and little flames all around her. She felt her skin heat up rapidly, changing its normal soft texture to the rougher leather-like structure, and she knew it was turning red and black all over, as she welcomed the searing pain that shot through her when she felt the thick, black horns piercing the skin of her forehead and the agonizing pulling ache of her fingers growing into long, sharp claws. A horrifying roar of agony rolled through the room, her voice now almost demonic, deep and raspy, her mouth spitting sparks and little flames everywhere with every breath she took. When Laussa opened her yellow eyes, her body had risen into the air, suddenly levitating more than 6 feet above the ground, surrounded by a swirling hurricane of fire. As the ball of heat around her, whirling in a circular motion, began to expand further, the dark red symbols of Wanda’s Shield became visible, containing the fire within the bubble around Laussa, as she slowly sank back to the ground. Leaving searing, sizzling black footsteps on the white carpet, she stepped towards the red sofas.
"Is this enough for you, Mr. Rogers?” she growled towards the soldier who was cowering in his seat as she got closer. “Y-y-yes.” Extending her claw-fingered hand towards him he leaned back even further, sinking into the soft pillows with panic in his eyes as she simultaneously reached out her other arm towards her brother, snapping her head towards him in one swift movement, her gigantic black horns only barely missing Steve’s face. Laussa saw Thor smiling at her, a sort of pride reflected in his eyes as he thrust the small rock back into her direction, her catching it with ease, stepping a few steps back again, then promptly lifting it up in the air next to her head. She dramatically paused, taking another deep, smoke-inducing breath, before, without warning, stabbing the rock into the left side of her neck, splattering blood on the glass coffee table. Another shriek went through her audience, as the giant tornado behind her now suddenly and rapidly shrunk down, flying towards her and, together with her horns that retracted back into her skull, her skin that shrunk down to the normal human skin, all of the demonic signs that were being pulled into the stone, vanished completely after just a few moments, until at once, everything was quiet.
Laussa dropped to her knees behind the sofa, the stone toppling down onto the ground in front of Steve and Natasha. She quickly snapped her fingers, conjuring up a quick illusion of clothes around her naked body, hidden behind the couch, before standing up and facing all of them. There was pin-drop silence. When she found the courage to look up at them, she found most of them staring at her in amazement including Thor, who looked like the proudest big brother she had ever seen. Laussa walked around the sofa slowly, picking up the stone to shove it back into her bag. Softly, she put her hand on Rogers’ shoulder reassuringly, who winced in surprise before accepting her touch with a small smile. “Sorry about that,” she said as he nodded up at her, and she took her hand off his strong shoulder, feeling relieved.
"Wow, that was impressive, Laussa. Very glad, Thor never told us about you, you could have been of some help in certain cases.“ All heads snapped towards Tony as he broke the silence while standing up, Clint trying to calm him down without hesitation. "Tony, don’t.” “What, is it not true? She could have made things so much easier, look at her!” Thor now stood up as well, his arms crossed over his chest.’ “I would never put my sister in any danger, especially if there are other ways.” “Oh, and there were other ways? She could have helped us so much in New York, or in - ” Thor’s eyes flashed angrily and he rose his voice considerably. “Oh, in New York? Against her own brother?”
Had she heard the discussion, that was unfolding next to her, she would have most definitely interjected, but she was distracted. When Tony had started talking, she had noticed Banner eyeing her with a glint of amazement in his expression and a small smile on his lips, then suddenly turning away from her, hurrying towards the elevator, unnoticed by the others in the room who were now so deeply involved in their dispute. She had seen it nevertheless, had seen it before he turned away, had let her eyes roam over his figure, taking in his tense posture, his intriguing, mysterious facial expression and the dark green vein on his neck, creeping up from underneath his shirt collar.
“That would be that genius Dr. Banner you were talking about.”
Oh no. Laussa felt all of her blood rush to her face immediately, she must have looked as red as a tomato as she looked down to the ground in embarrassment for a second, before looking up at Dr. Banner again, not being able to contain her curiosity. This was THE Dr. Banner? How could she not have guessed?
She knew the answer to that; she had expected a much older man, one, that looked like someone who didn’t quite take care of themselves because they considered their scientific research more important than anything else, one that was a workaholic to the bone, spending more time in the lab than anywhere else. But now that she knew, now that she was looking, she saw it all in his eyes. The exhaustion, the anguish and the pain.
Laussa quickly shook it off to get back to herself and took his hand again, almost instinctively.
“You are Dr. Banner? I had no idea, I’m a huge fan of your work, I’ve been following your research for years, especially your writings in the field of biochemistry, I am so honoured to meet you, doctor!” She spurted out, shaking his hand vigorously, suddenly feeling all the attention on her like she had said something wrong, but noticed the people around them smiling at her. “That is very nice of you to say, thank you,” he murmured shyly, and she let go of his hand again. His gaze was directed at the floor, his fluffy curls brushing over his eyebrows and she could clearly see him blushing before Thor spoke up, almost laughing this time. "I’m not surprised you don’t recognise her, Banner, but you have met before, a couple of years back.” Laussa cringed at his words, the topic being something she had hoped he would not bring up, not being something she wanted to talk about at all, let alone in front of all of these strangers. “Wha-What do you mean?” Banner’s expression changed back to utter confusion, his eyes roaming over her once more, visibly convinced he’d never seen her before in his life, only changing for the worse when Thor continued talking.
“Well, my sister here - ”
A resounding sound of confusion went around the group, Tony being the first one to say coherent words. "Wait a minute, she’s your sister?!“ The confusion on his face proved to her, that they had had absolutely no idea, Clint’s words only confirming her suspicion. "What, you never mentioned she was your sister, man! I thought she was your girlfriend or something.” Thor now stumbled over his words, his face also bewildered. “What, of course, I did, I must have… Well, maybe I didn’t specifically say it but it was most definitely implied.” Laussa took a step closer to her brother, laying a hand on his shoulder, effectively silencing him, so she could speak. “I understand my brother here has most inappropriately forgotten to mention who I am: My name is Laussa Odinsdottir, I am the daughter of Odin and Frigga, as is he, although I don’t necessarily want to associate myself with Odin, so I’d appreciate it if you would just call me Laussa.’
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"So, why am I here?’ Laussa asked when they had sat down on the velvet sofas, now also joined by Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, who had also seemed very eager to meet her, also reacting equally confused to finding out she was Thor’s sister and disgusted at the thought of being romantically involved with him. Dr. Banner, who was nervously walking back and forth behind the sofa that Tony, Thor and Wanda were sitting on, was throwing occasional glances at her that she couldn’t quite interpret, but she had the feeling he didn’t really like her, and that she made him uncomfortable. She let her eyes drift back to her brother as he stood up. "Well, let me explain. When Asgard was destroyed by Surtur, he also destroyed the Bifrost, and any chance to access the other realms safely. As you know, father was the king of Asgard before he died, but he also controlled the peace between the nine realms, keeping them controlled and non-violent. Now, however, Heimdall has recently observed that there are great uproars happening in at least two of the realms, Muspelheim and Jotunheim.” Laussa looked away at the mentioning of those two, images flashing up in her head of the icy cold storms in the realms of the frost giants, contrasted by the fiery destruction in Muspelheim. “They both demand new leaders, respectively, after the deaths of Surtur, Laufey and… his son.” Thor paused, looking at her with worry, waiting for a reaction, and continued when she nodded at him encouragingly. “They are seeking new leaders, and once they’ve found them, there will be nothing holding them back from fighting each other, and then the other realms. You know we have to keep them at bay, and you know… You know that you’re the rightful heir to the throne of Muspelheim.” Laussa now had her eyes completely glued to the ground, once again trying to control her breathing, trying to understand what her brother was insinuating.
"What, why is that? I thought you were Odin’s daughter?“ asked Clint in a confused manner, leaning forward and propping up his elbows on his knees. Laussa took another deep breath, closed her eyes for a second, and began explaining.
"Well, I was born to Odin and Frigga, but I was conceived during a journey our parents took through the space between realms, to which father had previously banished Surtur, the king of Muspelheim, effectively making him my third parent. I got all of my powers from him. Being his only child, I was the heir to the throne of Muspelheim, but father could never allow it. He wanted me on the Asgardian throne, especially after both of my sisters died and Loki…” She swallowed, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes at the first time saying his name out loud in a while. “After both of our sisters and mother were dead, Thor didn’t want the throne and Loki was… gone, father insisted on me being the new queen of Asgard.” “I detested my father after everything he had done to both my sisters and brothers and I hated being in his presence more every day, so I left again. I didn’t take the throne of Asgard nor did I take the throne of Muspelheim, I left. I came down to earth again, hid myself away, fled into science and research. I’ve stayed here ever since, down in Australia, helping people, animals, studying, researching. I didn’t want anything to do with Asgard, even after father…” Laussa looked around, her eyes almost automatically seeking out the doctor, who was also fixated on her, now standing completely still. She couldn’t get herself to look him in the eye, her legs almost moving instinctively as she rose from the satin sofa, stepping away from them towards the comforting warmth of the roaring fireplace. Her eyes drifted downwards, fascinated by the intricate moving shadows the fire cast on the white carpet around her, as she finally got back her courage to speak.
"I couldn’t go back, even after, maybe even especially after father died, I just couldn’t… And then Ragnarok happened and Asgard was destroyed, but after Loki died for me - us - in the battle, it never even occurred to me once to come back and I would never have done so, had you not needed my help, brother.“ Laussa turned around, away from the flames, back at the group of people watching her intently, focussing on Thor.
"That’s it, thank you very much.“ Laussa took off her gloves while she was entering the waiting room, immediately making eye contact with the two elderly women that had been waiting for hours, as she spoke.
"The arm isn’t as badly fractured as the X-Ray had made us believe, I’ve set everything back in its proper place, my colleagues here are putting his arm in a cast until it’s all healed off.” The lady with the long grey hair and the flowy blue dress jumped up with more hope and enthusiasm than anyone in the room had expected, and grabbed her hand in a firm handshake. “We’ve also checked for any internal bleeding since we can’t be sure what happened during the accident when his arm was broken, but thankfully there is nothing, so as soon as his arm is healed he should be back to normal.” The woman pushed a stand of her grey hair behind her ear as her eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you so much, Doctor, you know we really appreciate it, we would be lost without you.” The doctor looked back through the open door behind her into the recovery room, seeing the young boy very slowly waking up, trying to move his right arm that was now entirely enclosed in a thick cast, then looked back at the old woman. “Thank you for giving me the chance to help them. I couldn’t imagine anything more gratifying. But, of course, you can go see him now if you want to.”
When Laussa entered the laboratory a few hours later, she wasn’t feeling much of that gratitude anymore, all of it being overshadowed by the big headache that had started to overcome her about an hour ago. It was the same almost every time she had had a long work day, and she pinched the bridge of her nose before stepping down a couple of steps into her laboratory, hoping for any type of relief. She quickly washed her hands in the metal sink and pulled her long lab coat over her green shirt, her gaze falling down onto the silver locket on her chest. The pendant hung from a thin, silver chain, and was embossed with delicate details, that she gently let her thumb run over, before carefully opening the silver heart. Her eyes slowly filled with tears as she looked upon the little painting of the two boys that was inside, gripping onto the pendant tighter, the tips of her fingernails turning white from the pressure. There was a little blonde boy, holding up a sword much too big for him confidently as if his life depended on it, and a dark-haired boy next to him, younger, his straight black hair falling in his face that had a content smile plastered on it. She remembered the day as if it had been yesterday…
"So you’re a doctor now?“ The deep voice echoing through her lab made her jump and knock over a glass on the table next to her, her hands hectically trying to grab it before it slid off the countertop and shattered on the tiled floor with a loud crash. "I would have expected a lot from you, but a doctor on Midgard was never something I thought of.” His powerful steps made the delicate glasses and flasks in her cupboards and on her tables tremble and make tiny clinking noises with every step he took. “I help the people no one else will help.” Laussa muttered to herself, not turning around. She didn’t need to to know who was there. Instead, she quickly snapped the locket closed and swerved to the table closest to her, grabbing gloves and paper towels to wipe up the substance she had spilled over the counter.
"You know, a simple hello would have been nice. I missed you too, by the way.“ She murmured, throwing the towels in the trash before turning around to the man while taking off the white gloves. The blonde demi-god towered over her, looking so way out of place in her silver, delicate laboratory filled with plants, the world she had built for herself and only ever herself over the past couple of years. When she finally looked up at his face, he looked exhausted, more so than she’d ever seen him before. His blond hair was flat and greasy, his eyepatch cutting into the dull and grey skin of his face, his puffy eye looking more drained than ever. She knew the moment she looked into his eyes that he needed her help, and that she was going to help him, whatever he was to ask of her.
"Why are you here, Thor?” Laussa inquired with a resigned expression on her face, watching every movement of his as he stepped another step closer to her, now standing right in front of her. He sighed loudly, before starting to talk. “I did miss you, terribly so, Laussa. But you chose to go back to this place, as you always did.” He said softly, gesturing around the lab, then taking her hands into his, brushing his big thumbs over her knuckles. “But I need your help, I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t important, I know you left for a reason.”
Laussa sighed too, looking down to the ground, clearly enjoying the familiarity of being close to him again after such a long time, and she had already made up her mind.
The scattered golden sunlight crept through the thick leaves of the old oak tree, throwing calming rays of warmth onto Laussa’s skin as she lounged in the dewy, summer-green grass beneath. A few culms were brushing against the naked skin of her lower leg, but she didn’t feel the tickling sensation, too absorbed in the view of the world around her, enveloped in the incomparable golden glow she’d only ever experienced here on Asgard.
A slight breeze brushed her soft, blonde curls into her face, making her turn her head away from the draft, surprisedly laying eyes on her teenage brother leaning against the ancient tree behind her. ‘What are you doing, sister?’ His voice was calm as his dark hair was blown out of his face by a gust of wind, his green cape flowing behind him as he stepped closer to her.
‘Just thinking.’ His leather boots squeaked against the ground as he crouched down next to her. ‘Aren’t you a bit young for that?’ She gave him an offended look. ‘That’s mean, I’m already 6!’ Laussa hit his shoulder playfully. Loki, however, let himself fall over and roll down the hill, his cape wrapping around him in the process, making her laugh almost hysterically as he struggled to get up.
‘You dare to attack me? You have no idea who you’re dealing with!’ He rose his arms, conjuring up a bunch of toy knives, sending them soaring towards her. She rose her hands as well, snapping her fingers together, all of the knives promptly turning into small, shiny bubbles, rising up into the golden sky. Loki faked a scared expression as Laussa got up to run towards him, fleeing back towards the tree. ‘Where did you get those powers? You can’t be stronger than me!’ He ran around the tree, still shouting, her right on his heels. ‘Have mercy, little girl!’ As she rounded the tree, the dark-haired god had vanished, and she stopped to listen for any movement around her except the lush leaves above her faintly rustling in the wind.
‘You’d have mercy with me, wouldn’t you?’ The voice of her oldest brother surprised her as he stepped out from behind the tree. His straight, blond hair barely reached his shoulders, stands of it blowing into his eyes, his red cloak waving behind him dramatically. Now, Laussa might have been 6 years old, but she wasn’t easily fooled, especially not with a brother that was the god of mischief. Taking a small breath, she cocked her head to the side slightly, looking her oldest brother deep in the eyes ‘What do you think, Loki?’
He let go of the green facade immediately, running off again. She tried to get him, but this time she had to stop after a while, out of breath, leaning forward while propping her hands on her knees, as she slowly gained control of her erratic breathing again.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him, his black hair now falling into his face as he peeked out from the other side of the oak tree, also breathing heavily. She saw him shudder slightly as he tried to calm down and took a deep breath before talking. ‘I know father told you, not to play with me anymore. He thinks I’m a bad influence on you.’ His voice was bitter, and she breathed in once more, standing up straight again. ‘Well, he’s wrong then.’ Loki’s frown turned into a smile, one of his rarer, genuine smiles, and he vanished behind the tree again. Suddenly, Odin’s head appeared on the other side of the tree, an angry expression on his face as he shouted: ‘How dare you speak the truth, girl!’ She laughed at Loki’s illusion, shouting back at ‘her father’: ‘Well, what are you gonna do, send me back into that box again?’
Her own laughter distracted her from the transformation, but all of a sudden, Loki was himself again, his features overcome with a sad expression. She was by his side in the blink of an eye, hugging his torso as tightly as she could. He hesitated, his sorrowful eyes now on her, laying his hand on her back gently. ‘Not so tough now, warrior.’ she laughed, observing his facial expression change back from sad to smiling, then a wicked smirk taking over. She felt him transforming right under her hands before she could see it, green light enveloping him as he shrunk out of his humanoid shape. When Laussa could see through the blinding light again, she just barely saw the long, green snake on the ground in front of her before letting out a shriek of terror. ‘Eek! Stop it, you know I hate snakes!’ He hissed at her, his slick body then quickly slithering into the high grass next to them, effectively vanishing completely.
The atmosphere shifted quickly when suddenly, dark clouds gathered under the golden sky and a distant thunder dove everything into a darker mood. Slightly scared, she started calling out for her brother. ‘Loki?’ The rain started just seconds afterwards, big, heavy drops of cold water hitting her and the environment around her. ‘Loki, where are you?’ The high grass rustled around her, but she couldn’t spot him anywhere. ‘This isn’t funny, Loki.’ She shouted now, the fear clutching her tightly as she frantically looked around her.
Then, there it was. An ear-splitting scream of pain in the distance. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her heart immediately. Loki. She raced back to the oak tree, knowing instinctively the scream had come from here. ‘Loki! Where are - ’
Loki stood there, right next to the tree. He looked older, an adult, his longer, wet hair and clothes were clinging to his body, his posture rigid, as his hand dipped down to his chest. She looked down in shock as she saw the blood pooling on the front of his tunic, running down his torso, and he collapsed onto the ground. ‘Loki!’ She ran to his side, taking his hand into hers, her other hand brushing the wet hair out of his pale face. ‘No no no no no, Loki, what happened?.’ Her hands sought out the wound intuitively, pushing down onto the long stab wound with all the pressure, she could muster up. ‘Stay with me, Loki.’ she whispered, trying to stay calm as her heart beat out of her chest in panic.
He pulled her bloodstained hands away from his chest, taking them into his. As tears streamed down her face, he rose his other hand to her cheek, his cold, shaking fingers brushing over her skin softly, forcing her to look up at his face, clearly contorted in pain. ‘Please don’t, Loki, please don’t leave me alone.’ She whispered frantically, his hand gripping onto her face tighter, using all his remaining strength to pull himself up to her, face to face, then turning to her ear.
‘Then why didn’t you save me?’
Laussa woke up, panting, feeling the tears that covered her face, soaking the thin shirt she was wearing. In an attempt to calm down, she tried opening her eyes, but her body didn’t move, didn’t respond to her cues. Oh no. Sleep paralysis was nothing entirely new to her, but it had certainly become a rarer occasion over the past year.
After slightly calming down her irregular breathing, she finally managed to open her eyes, looking up at the dark ceiling, lit only by the faint moonlight coming through the window to her side. The panic of her nightmare still enveloped her, making it more difficult to try to move in any way, so she tried her breathing exercises. Slow, deliberate breaths, slowing down her heartbeat in the process. Then she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.
Her eyes snapped towards the right side of the bed, where she’d registered the motion, her breathing stopping altogether abruptly.
There he was. There was Loki, sitting right beside her bed, dressed only in a withered black suit, his hair long and messy, his eyes tired, but focused on her with concern. She let out a shriek, her breathing suddenly erratic, her body now twitching wildly, desperately trying to move.
‘Shhhhhhh.’ he whispered, now leaning forward, his black hair falling in his face as he did. ‘Breathe, slowly.’ He rose his hand to her cheek, letting his fingers brush the hair out of her face as she whimpered. ‘In, and out.’ She could see the scarred, dark burn marks on his arm, perfectly shaped in a handprint - her handprint. He was so close, she could smell him, feel the coldness he always radiated. Looking back up at him once more, he smiled at her sadly, almost exactly as he had in her dream, and, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
As she splashed the cold water on her face, she could already tell it wasn’t going to help. The images of her dream were still so vivid in her mind, so lifelike as if it had really just happened to her. She dried her face, turning to look at her phone. 3:51 am. Thor had returned to New Asgard a few days ago, and she had half in mind to go there now, just to not be alone after a dream like that. But what would she even tell him? That she had had a nightmare? That she had seen Loki sitting by her bed? No, that was not an option. She wasn’t a child anymore. She left her room to go to the kitchen, quietly making herself a cup of coffee, her mind drifting back to the doctor. What if she went to see him? He would understand, wouldn’t he? It had been almost three weeks since that incident down in the lab where he’d helped her. He would listen, she knew. Taking her cup and warming her hands on it, she entered the elevator, her finger hovering over the button to Banner’s floor for a while. She couldn’t burden him with her problems, he had enough to bear on his own.
Laussa let out a sigh of relief as the metal doors opened to the now familiar view of the lab. The lights around her switched on automatically as she walked in, but she quickly noticed that some of them hadn’t been turned off, as bright lights were emitting from Banner’s area. Was he still here? Trying to be as silent as she could, she snuck over towards his desk, and sure enough, there he was.
He was sitting in his chair, slouched forward, his head lying on his arms, fast asleep on the table. She stepped closer, an affectionate smile on her face as she regarded the attractive man in such a vulnerable position.
He was wearing a thin, wrinkled grey sweater, and his dark curls moved with every breath he took, brushing over his forehead. He probably hadn’t slept for days, as usual… Laussa hurried to her desk, picking up the soft fleece blanket she kept there for long nights, rushing back to Banner. Slowly, she walked closer to him, wrapping the blanket around him gently. He stirred, his eyes flickering open and up to meet hers. His voice was raspy as he spoke, and Laussa felt her heart beat faster. ‘What are you doing?’ She smiled at him, fighting the urge to brush the loose curl out of his face. ‘I think you should go to bed, Dr. Banner, it is very late.’ He shook his head sleepily. ‘No, no, I was working on something here.’ He sat up quickly, motioning to get back to work, only groggily pushing his keyboard to the side and knocking a mug off his desk. She moved quickly, her reflexes sharp, catching it before it hit the ground. She put it back on the desk as she suppressed a peal of laughter. ‘Come on, Dr. Banner, I’ll get you up to your room.’
He was shaky on his legs, clearly still half asleep as they reached the elevator. She waited, but when it seemed like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, she wrapped her arm around his back supporting him. She inhaled sharply as she felt the taut muscles of his back through his shirt, only gripping tighter onto him as he drowsily lifted his arm around her shoulders, automatically pulling her closer to him. It felt almost intimate, standing so close next to each other, their limbs entangled, enjoying each other’s company, but she knew he was barely conscious anymore. She couldn’t help herself and let her hand wander upwards from his waist to his pronounced shoulder blades and the firm muscles surrounding them, only snapping out of it when the elevator stopped abruptly.
The doors opened to virtual darkness, no lights turning on in the room, as they entered. Her free hand fumbled for a light switch unsuccessfully for a moment, until she gave up. She imagined this floor would be essentially the same as hers, and they found their way to his room quickly with the help of her phone’s flashlight. She let him fall off of her shoulder onto his unmade bed, then let her eyes wander around his room. It was bare, pretty much like hers, no personal belongings anywhere except for a few books on one of the tables and a few candles. Not wanting to turn on the main light, she walked over to the table, snapping her fingers above the candlesticks, igniting them immediately, illuminating the room in a dim, pleasant light.
Turning back around to the man on the bed, she noticed he hadn’t moved at all. As she had let him fall onto the bed, his thin, grey sweater had ridden up his torso, his trained body and the faint line of dark hair continuing down under his dress pants now clearly visible in the faint light. She shook off the urge to stare longer, quickly walking back to the bed, to nudge his legs up onto the soft mattress, taking off his shoes in the process. She had just pushed him to lie on the bed completely now, as he groaned softly. She couldn’t suppress her laughter this time. ‘It’s like you’re drunk.’ Her words made him chuckle as well. ‘I feel drunk, too.’ He opened his eyes now, slowly, his golden brown eyes looking even more captivating in the warm candlelight. ‘You’ll be fine, doctor.’ she said, breaking free from their eye contact to grab the blanket she had brought with her, gently throwing it over him. As she turned to leave the room, he grabbed her wrist, his touch sending tingles through her body. ‘Laussa.’ She turned her head back around to him, his eyes back open, looking at her, his curls falling back onto his forehead. ‘Yes?’ He took a shuddered breath, talking slowly, but sincerely. ‘I’m really happy you’re here. I like… I like having you around.’ She smiled, her heart suddenly beating much faster as she felt butterflies in her stomach. ‘Thank you, Dr. Banner.’ she said and nodded, now once more turning to leave as he softly let go of her arm. ‘Call me Bruce, please. I should have said that much earlier.’ Her smile grew wider. ‘Okay, Bruce, have a good rest.’ His delicate snoring filled the room mere seconds afterwards, and she only turned back around to him when she’d reached the door.
He looked incredibly peaceful right here in the soft candlelight, and she was overwhelmed by the overbearing desire to stay, just lay next to him, maybe cuddle up against him. She shook her head again, closing the door gently behind her, her subconscious still hard at work.
Laussa pressed the button to the lab with her elbow as she entered the elevator, the steaming hot cups in her hand fogging up the closing metal doors right in front of her. Slightly worried, she let her eyes roam over her reflection in the mirror-wall, now holding both cups by their handle in her left hand to use the other to fix her messy ponytail that had come loose.
The gray shirt she wore was fitting, but not too tight to not look casual, her black pants sitting tightly around the curves of her body. She let the green shield around her dissolve momentarily, her dark ponytail vanishing to reveal the dark blonde, curly bun she wore her natural hair in, small strands of curls falling onto her forehead around the dark, round scars her brother had seen only yesterday, and the bumpy scarred wound on the side of her neck, where she had stabbed herself yet again just the day before.
Slowly, Laussa let her fingers hover over the half-open wound, feeling the heat pool just underneath the surface. She could see the fire move like lava underneath her skin, glowing all over her neck and chest. Shit. The stress of the changing environment and new people all around her would make it necessary to use the stone more often again.
The powerful ring of the elevator yanked her out of her thoughts, and she instinctively let the green magic envelop her once again before taking a quick breath, entering the lab. The loud sound the elevator had made reverberated through the large, open laboratory with the high ceilings, echoing back from the glass instruments on the table next to her. She looked around in awe once more, this time seeing the lab in natural sunlight that was streaming in through another one of the usual giant windows of the house. The mostly metal and glass instruments shone in the warm morning sunlight, casting long shadows on the surfaces behind them. Laussa slowly strode forwards, admiring the craftsmanship on the machines and inventions around just the entrance of one of the floors in this building, that was dedicated to science.
"I’m busy, Tony!“ Banner’s raspy voice broke through the serene silence of the room, making her jump, almost spilling some of the hot coffee on herself. He wasn’t expecting her, she thought to herself with a smile. Laussa quickly made her way over to where she now knew his desk to be, her footsteps also echoing loudly, as everything did down here.
As she turned the corner to his area, she locked her eyes on him immediately. He was sat in a swivel chair in front of his large desk, monitors all around him, most of them showing different versions of what seemed like a blueprint, others showing texts and documents she couldn’t decipher from her distance. He was leaning forward onto the table, his right hand rubbing his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, as his other hand was holding his glasses, absentmindedly opening and closing the sides in a slow rhythm. He seemed to be wearing the same clothes she saw him in yesterday, his blue button-down no longer tucked into his pants, but loosely peeking from under his wrinkled lab-coat, his hair now messy and ruffled as it spilled over his forehead.
"I didn’t mean to disturb you, Dr. Banner.”
Bruce flinched, immediately turning around to her, his eyes now wide open, staring at her like a deer in the headlights. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw him from a different angle, noticing his shirt that was not only no longer tucked into the brown dress pants, but also had more buttons undone, revealing his pale, trained chest. She got a quick glance at the dark brown curls of chest hair before he hastily brought up his hands to button up his shirt again and fix his hair as best he could. “No, no, you didn’t, I just… I wasn’t expecting you,” he said nervously, quickly tucking his shirt back into his pants and pulling his coat back on completely.
"I brought you something, Clint told me this is how you like your coffee? Be careful, though, it’s hot.“ He looked at her in confusion and surprise as she walked closer and set down one of the cups on his desk carefully. "Th-thank you, that’s very kind.” His smile was honest, giving her a chance to marvel over his deep brown eyes again, memorising the bright, little flickers of gold behind the overpowering exhaustion he was radiating.
"Are you alright? You look as if you haven’t slept at all.“ The doctor quickly shook his head, now breaking the eye contact, looking back down onto the glasses in his hand, reaching his other hand out to grab the steaming cup of coffee. "I’m all right, no reason for concerns, nothing unusual. Thank you.”
Still concerned, but aware he didn’t want her to prod further she nodded at him, moving over to her work station.
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It took her a while to get acquainted with everything, the technology being so much more advanced than anything she’d ever handled before, but she was able to set up everything she needed to transfer all of her research over to this side of the earth. Hacking had never been her strong suit, especially not hacking through her own security system, but in the hurry that Thor had made her leave in, she had been forced to leave her lab without transferring her data into the cloud, as she usually did, so she had to hack back into her other computer to access all of her files.
It took a long time, but when she finally had found an access point to her old desktop, she gave a sigh of content, immediately freezing to hope the doctor hadn’t heard it. She had been down in the lab for a couple of hours at this point, sitting only about 15 feet away from where he was working, hearing only the occasional clanking or typing noise, sometimes a little groan as if he was in pain. Laussa was sure he hadn’t slept the night before, given his looks as she had first seen him today, so he was probably suffering from a splitting headache.
Why was she thinking about him so much?
Shaking her head, she decided to get on with work.
She had now copied most of her files onto the new device, only her ‘highly confidential’ ones were yet to come. As she finished her last lines of input to transfer those as well, suddenly, all of the screens around her started flashing red, some of them having a big ‘Access Denied’-texts written on them, as an alarm started going off. In a panic, she quickly tried to fix her mistake, then, as she gave up on that tried to just cancel the transfer, but nothing worked as she frantically started to manually override security, again and again, the blaring alarm still going off in the background.
"You need some help?“ Laussa heard Bruce’s voice shout over the loud signal. "No, thanks, I totally have this under control.” The confidence in her voice faltered and she heard him step closer almost immediately, felt him watch over her actions, apparently understanding, what she was doing. “Laussa, hey, you don’t need to do all that manually, Tony’s got this all handled automatically.” He stepped right next to her, crouching down, now speaking at a normal volume since he was right next to her ear. “May I? You just have to…” She visibly shuddered, feeling his warm breath on her ear as he leaned over her, his fingers brushing against hers as he took control of the keyboard. Little jolts of electricity shot through her body at the feel of his skin on hers, and with a few shortcuts, he had cut off the blaring alarm. Suddenly, there was a small progress bar, all of the confidential files now flowing onto the new device. He retreated, taking a small step back and Laussa turned around to him.
"Wow, th-thank you! I had no idea, thanks, doctor.“ He smiled at her and her chest suddenly felt heavy, her heart stuttering as she took him in again, his undoubtedly attractive experience, the kindness in his eyes as he looked at her, a faint blush on his cheeks. "Oh, no problem…” His voice was quiet, his gaze now distracted, focused on something behind her.
Laussa spun back around, the newly copied files of research, experiments and analyses opening on different parts of the screen, big enough so he had definitely seen parts of it. Shit. She focussed on him out of the corner of her eye, his posture was now rigid, his head averted. “I’m gonna go back to work, just call, if you need any help.” With that, he left, not even a glance back in her direction as he practically fled the scene.
She turned her attention back to the screens, now completely filled up with the files she had most recently worked on, prominently featuring research on Asgardian afterlife, wormholes and time travel… …which Banner had definitely seen.
A/N: Sorry for keeping all of you waiting, I promise I’ll try to be faster. By the way I was going to write more to this part but I wanted to post this because there were too many of you requesting it soon. So I had to save the exiciting parts for later, I promise you’re gonna love part 4:)
I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t want to go home to the tower because everyone was going to come up and ask how it went, and I am pretty sure they could tell how fucked up I was.
I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I drove around the city for a while, trying to think of some place to park. I found a parking lot and I just parked there. I walked out the parking lot, and just kept walking. I looked around as I walked, and man, New York was beautiful.
I tried to not think, clear my mind. I couldn’t. I felt tears in my eyes, how could he do this?
I saw a bar across the street, that made me stop and think. Getting wasted would be such a cliche, after getting my heart broken but it felt like a good idea. I needed my mind to stop torturing me so I walked across the street and entered the bar.
I sat on the bar stool, waited for the bartender to notice me.
“Hello, what can I get you?”
“Hi, um- what should I get to get drunk as fast as possible?” I asked him.
“Okay…let’s see. Probably tekila shots.”
“Then tekila shots it is.”
“How many?”
I really didn’t know much about these stuff.
“Uhh…”
“New to this stuff I see. I’ll get you a few and we’ll see how it goes.”
I gave him a shy smile. He left to prepare the drinks. I checked my phone.
A missed call from Steve.
I knew they were going to start looking me, they could even track my phone.
I turned the ghost mod on. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone about this.
The bartender brought me my drinks. I took the first shot, feeling my throat burning. No matter how awful it tasted, I took the other one, then the other one…
“Hey! Bartender!” I called out to the bartender.
“Hey, hi!” I said when he noticed me. “I think I need more, I don’t feel anything.”
“They usually hit after a while I don’t think you should-“
“I said I want more.”
“Okay, calm down. More it is.”
I drank more, then my vision became blurry, my mind felt a little…weird?
***
writer’s pov
“I called her 5 times, she is not picking up.” Steve said to Bucky on the phone.
“Did you tell Tony to track her phone?” Bucky asked him.
“He said he couldn’t because she put it on the ghost mode.”
“Fuck.”
“Calm down man we’re gonna find-“
“I’ll find her Steve. I got this, don’t tell anyone anything.”
“But-“
“Just trust me on this.”
“Okay man. Call me to let me know how it goes.”
“I will.” Bucky hung up the phone. He had the urge to throw it across the room, but he managed to stay calm.
He grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, he knew she wasn’t going to want to see him. But he had to tell her. He knew he should just let her go, think that she is going to move on anyway but he couldn’t help it. He had to talk to her.
He knew her way too well. Finding her was easier for him than anyone else. He knew she was smart, she didn’t want to be found so she wouldn’t be in any place known. She was somewhere new, somewhere she just happend to find by chance. She also had to park somewhere, and finding a parking space in the city was very hard. So she must have found a parking lot, or a garage.
He had to ride around for almost two hours before he found the right parking lot. He left his motorcycle to the same place he found her car in, then he started searching for her on foot.
He walked around, looking inside every bar, cafe and restaurant trying to find her.
He moved as fast as he could but that took him another hour. When he finally saw her, inside that small bar he ran inside immediately.
He was shocked to see her like that. (Y/N) didn’t even like drinking.
Her eyes widened when they met his blue ones. He walked towards her, she walked backwards.
She pushed him away, stumbling backwards. “No!” She pouted like a little kid.
“Are you drunk?” He asked, trying to hold her steady so she wouldn’t fall.
“Don’t touch me!” She shouted and pushed his hands away, stumbling few more steps backwards.
He raised his hand in peace, “Okay, okay, just calm down.”
“Stay…away from ME. You got it?” She mumbled.
“Okay- just listen to me, alright?”
“NO! I don’t want to!” She whined like a 5 year old, pushing him away again.
“Then just let me take you home.”
“You? You go take that-that girl home.” She said, her eyes tearing up.
“Hey, I can explain-“
“No! I don’t want to hear anything!”
She sat back on the bar stool, “Bring more, Hal!” she called out to the bartender.
“You’ve had enough.” Bucky said, trying to reach her but she wouldn’t allow him.
“Your friend is right Miss.”
“What? He is not even my friend, friend.” She chuckled. “When I say I want tequila, I want tequila.”
Bucky didn’t know what to do. He was going to just carry her outside but that would have caused a scene, so he was trying to think of another way.
Hal, the bartender didn’t bring her more because of the scary look Bucky gave him.
“You know what Hal? Fuck-you! I’ll go dance then,”
She got back up from the bar stool, she almost fell down but Bucky caught her.
Her sight was so blurry she felt like the whole world was spinning.
When she pulled herself together she tried pushing him away but he didn’t allow her this time.
“Let me go! I hate- I hate-you.” She managed to mumble. She was getting weaker and weaker, she was about to pass out from that much of alcohol.
Her eyes closed, so he held her by the waist. He payed her bill then grabbed her things before picking her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. “You smell good.” she said weakly.
“I hate you.” She added.
Bucky didn’t respond as he walked out the bar, carrying her.
“And you hate me too.”
“I don’t hate you.” He responded.
“Then why did you…why did you leave me?” Her voice came out like a whisper.
“I didn’t leave- how could I leave my best girl?”
She didn’t respond. He thought she finally passed out, he sadly was wrong.
He took a cab and took her to his place because it was closer. She kept asking questions about that girl and wouldn’t shut up about it. One minute she would tell Bucky how fucking much she hated him and in the next minute she would tell how beautiful his eyes were.
When they got out of the cab he was about to pick her up again, but she didn’t allow him.
“I can walk on my own!” She got mad like a little girl and took a few steps before stumbling.
Bucky caught her by her waist again, “Guess I can’t.” she giggled.
“Wooo!”Bucky picked her up and carried her inside the building, to his apartment. When they entered to his apartment he took her straight to bed. He placed her on his bed, took off her shoes.
“I made you pancakes, you know.” She mumbled as he put a blanket over her.
“But I threw them at your door because you’re such a fucking jerk.” He tried to ignore her, he knew it wouldn’t be right to discuss it when she is that drunk.
He grabbed his phone to call Steve. “Who are you calling? Is it that-that bitch?” Bucky rolled his eyes, turning away to walk out the door.
“Noo! Don’t leave me alone.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair.
He walked back towards the bed and sat next to her. “I won’t leave, I promise. You just go to sleep, okay?”
“I don’t want to sleep, I have to tell you something!”She said, very excited.
“I will listen when you’re sober, let’s just-“
“I am sober! I am juuusst fine.”
“Okay- yeah, sure you are. How about I listen to you when you wake up?”
“But I am not sle-“
“But I am,” He lied, “I am so sleepy, we can’t talk right now. How about we talk after we wake back up?”
“Okay!” She giggled, and shut her eyes immediately. He didn’t expect it to be that easy honestly.
Her breathing slowed down, he knew she fell asleep. She looked so gorgeous, he couldn’t believe it.
-will be continued- please let me know what you think!
I took a deep breath and looked at the clock on my wall. It was 6:05, which was when I usually woke up around. But this morning I didn’t want to wake up. I buried my head back into my pillow, pulling the blanket all the way up.
I didn’t want to wake up to a morning without him.
It felt weird thinking something like this. I sounded like someone madly in love, maybe I was. I wouldn’t know if I was honestly. I never had that kind of experience.
It was just different with Bucky. I wanted to be around him, help him, talk to him…I just wanted to see him again. The last few days were terrible for me. I kept thinking about our fight, I was so sad and angry at the same time.
He had left me, without a good bye.
I was also angry at myself for saying those things I never meant.
I felt my eyes burning again, I wish I could just go back to sleep.
I spent about half an hour trying to fall asleep again, then I heard my phone ringing.
It was Steve.
“Hey.” I picked it up.
“Morning, I knew you’d be up.”
“Mornin’, yeah I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why don’t you join our morning run? Sam and I are about to leave.”
“Uh…I kinda feel tired Steve. I’ll join you guys tomorrow.”
“Are you okay?”
This was like my 50th time hearing this from him and the others. They had noticed I hadn’t been leaving my room and waking up early in the morning like I did before Bucky left.
“Yeah, it’s just that I stayed up late.” I said, taking a deep breath.
He probably didn’t buy it.
We hung up and I buried my head back in my pillow.
I wondered if he still woke up early. Did he make himself breakfast? He didn’t use to have breakfast before I started cooking.
Did he like his new place? Did he think about me, maybe miss me?
Was he still angry at me?
I massaged my forehead, I felt my eyes watering.
I took a deep breath, I didn’t want to cry again.
I closed my eyes and did my best to fall back asleep.
When someone knocked on the door, I woke up immediately.
I checked the time, 8:42.
“Hey, it’s me.” I heard Steve call out from the other side of the door.
“The door is open, come in.” I said, sitting up, still in bed.
Steve opened the door, walked towards my bed. “I liked having you with us in our morning runs, you know.”
I gave him a small smile as he sat down on my bed.
“I will be back as soon as possible Cap.”
He smiled back at me.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.
“I have been worrying about you, I mean, we all have. Do you want to talk about it?”
I saw that coming.
“Well, I…I am okay. I have just been-you know, since what happend-“
“With Bucky?” He asked.
“Yes,” I answered, looking into his blue eyes before continuing.
“It was just- I don’t know. I am confused.”
“Do you have feelings for him?”
That was a question I avoided asking myself, because I was afraid of the answer.
“Maybe…I don’t know Steve.”
I told Steve about our fight with Bucky.
“…I didn’t mean those things, I would never say anything like that you know.”
“Stop beating yourself up about what you said, you said those things out of anger. I am sure Bucky will understand that.“
Steve assured me that it was all going to fine for almost an hour, he listened to me and I told him everything.
Sometimes I wondered what I did to deserve such a good as Steve in my life.
“You should talk to him.”
“All of you told me I shouldn’t-“
“I never said that,” He smiled a little. “Listen…I get why the others don’t want you to be that close with Bucky. I try to understand them, they’re just worried about you. But I know Bucky would never hurt you.”
“But he doesn’t want to see me.”
“He says he doesn’t, I don’t buy it. I saw how he was around you, (Y/N). I saw the way he looked at you. I haven’t seen him like this since 1940.”
Steve’s words made my heart skip a beat.
“So you think I should…”
He saw the little piece of paper which he wrote Bucky’s address on a week ago on my night stand.
He grabbed it and handed it to me.
“Let me know how it goes.” He smiled.
I hugged him tightly, “Thank you, Steve.”
“Don’t mention it. Just be careful while driving, okay?”
Steve left me to get ready.
I got up from my bed, washed up and changed quickly. I put on a little make up and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I grabbed my purse, jacket and car keys before heading out.
I went downstairs to the kitchen first. I quickly cooked chocolate chip pancakes and packed them. They were Bucky’s favorite.
I rushed down to the garage and got in my car.
I was exicited, I thought about what I was going to say on my way over to his place.
When I was finally inside the building he lived in, I felt like my heart was going to pop out of my chest.
I reached his floor and got out of the elevator. I tried to see which was the apartment number 21 but I couldn’t see it so I walked down the hole. I was too busy checking the numbers on the doors I didn’t see the blond girl walking towards the opposite direction.
I hit her on the shoulder accidentally.
“Watch where you going.” She said harshly before walking away without looking at me.
I looked down the corridor, there was only one apartment she could just have left.
Number 21.
I looked back at her, she was a pretty woman with long blond hair. She was holding her high heels in her hands, her hair was messy…
No.
She was just out of hisapartment.
I felt paralyzed.
No.
I wanted to kick something, scream as loud as I could.
I covered my mouth with my hand, trying my best to hold myself from crying.
I barely could get out of bed since he left and this was what he was doing?
He did not give a fuck about me.
I threw the bag of pancakes I made for him at his door. It hit the door with a loud thud.
I turned my back and started to leave. I heard footsteps from inside the apartment so I ran down the stairs.
I ran all the way back then threw myself in my car. I started the engine, biting my tongue to stop myself from crying.
I didn’t know how I even drove back safely back to the tower.
***
writer’s point of view
Bucky heard a loud thud on the door, which made him turn back to the door.
He thought Sierra, the girl he just met forgot something.
When he opened the door, no one was there. He saw a paper bag on the ground, he picked it up and looked inside.
Chocolate chips pancakes, his favorite.
Just like (Y/N) used to cook for him.
She was here.
He understood what happend quickly. She came to see him and she saw Sierra. No, no.
He dropped the bag and ran as fast as he could downstairs. He got out the building, and looked around to see her.
She wasn’t there.
“FUCK!” He shouted before kicking the trash can. He ran his hands through his hair.
Sierra didn’t even mean anything to him. He was only with her so he could forget about (Y/N). He was forcing himself to be with someone, he thought it would be helpful to get over her.
He loved her. He just couldn’t be with her because he thought she deserved better.
I am so sorry I couldn’t be active lately. I seriously don’t know what’s wrong me. I have about 15 unfinished stories in my drafts but I have no idea how to continue them. Lately I don’t feel like doing anything. I cancel my plans, dates, and sit at home. I can’t even watch a movie or read a book without getting overwhelmed/bored.
I am truly sorry, I am seriously trying to write to not keep you guys waiting but I just can’t.
I hope to be back soon, I am trying to pull myself together.
I love you all, thank you for still following me! xo
Characters: The whole Avengers team (including Peter Parker), Bucky Barnes, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones
Warnings:Cursing, alcohol, violence, lots of blood, mentions of self-harm, smut (eventually)
Summary: The reader is a powerful mutant possesing the ability of creating and manupulating fire. She was trained by her pyschotic-soviet-made mother all her childhood until her death. After setting the orphanage she was sent on fire by accident, she was found by Nick Fury. Nick Fury took her under his wing and treated her like his daughter, making her an agent of his own. As she becomes one of the most skilled, dangerous people on the world he makes her a part of the Avengers Initiative.
PS: I know this sounded like some serious-superhero-movie-like-fanfic, but it’s actually goofy. Lots of sass and sarcasm inclueded.
summary: relationships were never easy, especially when there’s 4 of you. work calls upon your attendance frequently and things within your relationship get messy when you start to feel left out but the others don’t understand.
wordcount: 20.8k
pairing: black!reader x wanda x bucky x steve ; black!reader x tony platonic ; black!reader x sam x nat x clint
warnings: slow burn, communication problems trope, feelings of inadequacy, feeling unloved, fighting, screaming, suspicions of infidelity, mentions of blood usage of marijuanaaaa
A/N: DO NOT STEAL, REPOST, TRANSLATE OR TAKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK!! NO ONE HAS PERMISSION TO DO SO!!
A/N: y’all are probably like “why this bitch always writing angst”- it’s a result of my maladaptive daydreaming disorder, leave me alone lol.
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
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“You have no idea how long I have waited and waited to get my turn to ruin you,”
All you could see is red, the tendrils of power flowed from her hands and over you, she wasn’t in your line of sight yet. She was taunting you, teasing you and she didn’t even have to physically touch you. The red ropes tickled your nipples and you called out begging for her hands or her mouth.
“You can beg but I want to take my time with you,”
“Wanda please!,” You mewl. It had been a good month or so between this session and your last and the worst part about it? Bruce doesn’t touch you between sessions. He does it to tease you, he loves to see how needy you become after not being touched and not being able to cum when you want to. So he doesn’t touch you, and you hate it.
“What? this isn’t enough?,” She extends her fingers and her power mocks her gesture, rubbing your clit in circles, it still wasn’t enough but it was something. It was enough to ebb that ache away just a bit.
“I w-want more,” Your wrists flex underneath the soft knot of ribbon she had wrapped ever so neatly around them. It made Wanda exude a particularly dominant demeanor to have you in her bed, with her red silk robe tie complimenting your dark skin. It made her wet to see your back arch and make your breasts reach toward the sky, nipples hard and skin of your breasts moving so delicately and urgently to beg for more. She felt like you were hers when she looks down at your brown toes and see the base of a white polish with red swirls on them to mimic her power.
Wanda has never wanted to kiss or suck anyone’s toes so bad.
“Tell me what you want, Dove,”
“Everything…”
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“I’ve literally held off on blowing any loads for this and I’m getting close already,” Tony was never afraid to be blunt and at the beginning of this, if he said that, everyone would be appalled but now, they’re all so used to it that they just moan in agreement.
“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Steve said. He’s nervous in a way, because he knows after this session, in a few week’s time, it’ll be his turn and he doesn’t want to disappoint. It’s been a while for him, not like decades long (anymore) but long enough for him to doubt his abilities.
“Are you second guessing the fact that a bombshell like Y/N is doing US the pleasure of sleeping with her?,” Sam questioned.
“Yeah, you gotta admit man, this is quite the experience,” Bucky added.
“The best I’ve ever had,” Natasha sighed happily.
“Yeah, yeah, soak it all in now because after this she goes back to being all mine,” Bruce looked over his glasses, to give wink and a smirk.
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“Hear that, Dove? Your daddy said after all this, he’s gonna go back to keeping you all to himself, that’s why I’m gonna take my time with you,”
She finally stepped into your line of sight, and God did she look ridiculously sexy. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders in second day beach waves and her nipples matched yours in the sense of sitting pretty on her areolas, hard as her body grew more aroused by the second.
She moved her hand delicately but the tendrils that flowed from her had grabbed your legs roughly. You didn’t understand how well she could make her magic flow until it was being used on you in this way. Her other hand moved and the red waves pushed past your labia and into your vagina. The mist of power was so thin itself but inside you it mimicked the girth of a dick. The wet sounds echoed in your ear and hearing how wet you were was so erotic to you. Every time you get fucked, you get hypnotized by the sound of your own wetness, that may make you a little self absorbed but it makes you feel so good about yourself that you make their dicks drown when they’re deep inside and their pussies messy when you scissor.
“God that pussy feels sogood,”
You looked over after she whispered and saw her grinding at the air and her eyes closed. It took a second for you to understand, but she was using her powers to simulate a cock for herself so she could feel how you feel inside.
“Oh..fuck,” you couldn’t help but call out at her action and how hot this was, the sensation she was creating without even having to physically touch you is otherworldly.
“I want it, gimme more, Wanda. I want more,” soon, you weren’t even needing her powers to keep your legs apart because you were opening them wide yourself, “Fuck, baby that shit feels so good,”
“Does it, Dove? Does my malen'kaya suchka like that?,” the way she called you her little bitch in Russian rolled off her tongue like silk. If anyone were to call you that outside of this type of setting, you’d be throwing drinks and punches, but now, all it can do is make you arch your back and moan her name.
Her pace was rich, and slow but her stroke was deep and hard. You could feel your juices running down to your asshole, that just so happens to be winking, wanting some attention as well. She has to be reading your mind, because shortly after, you feel a push up against the tight ring of muscles. You feel full as her waves of power penetrate you in both holes. You feel full just to be getting fucked by an illusion, her power is real, but the feeling of being stuffed by two cocks is not. The waves of red were so thin but the feeling of thick girth was not.
The feeling of wet tongues around your nipples called you to moan out in surprise. You don’t know how she does it but then again, you don’t have the time to figure it out, it’s too fucking good to be trying to figure it out right now.
“Good girl. Take it, there ya go. Take me, take me deep inside,”
You were bucking up at the air, her eyes looked deep into your soul and read you to filth. Her eye contact was too hypnotizing, you couldn’t look away, not with her thrusting her hips like that and definitely not with her juices falling down to the floor like that. Some of it was making a journey down her legs and some was just dripping onto the floor like a leaky faucet, you wanted to be under her catching it.
“Right there, right there, right fucking there. Oh my fff- fuuuuck,” your first orgasm of the night was gifted to you with a bright red bow attached to a sexy redheaded witch. The very redheaded witch who you considered your friend, a friend who now, had your hands tied to the bed, a friend whose bed you made a mess on, (one of many). A friend who was calling you her little bitch is Russian, it was so aggressive yet sultry, she could degrade you in Russian and you would thank her, even if you didn’t know what all of the words meant.
“What a good suchka. Making a mess for me already. You just couldn’t wait to make a wet spot on my bed could you? Your big daddy Brucey has been neglecting you hasn’t he? Poor little Dove,”
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“How do you not fuck the day lights out of her in between all of this?,” Clint asks. He almost hates that he went first for all of this, he’s had so many more ideas of what he could do to you and now he’s not sure if he’ll ever get to try them.
“She knows how this goes. She knows who daddy is,”
“Man, you’re better than me,” Bucky sighed.
“I will forever mourn the fact I had to wash Mjölnir after for cleanly purposes. She smells so good I didn’t want to get rid of it,” Thor didn’t want to discuss how often he cums to the memory of your session with him. He wants another go but who knows if he will ever get that chance again.
“I know, I didn’t want to wash her cum off my face either,” Sam adjusts himself as he can feel himself getting hard. Tony sits in a chair, subtly palming himself, he just wants his night with you. He doesn’t care how much he thinks about it, he will reiterate how bad he wants you until it is his turn. Natasha, sat with one leg curled under her as she tries to discreetly hump the heel of her foot, the hardness of the bone and the pressure she made, made great for a humping experience. Steve and Bucky were thrusting into the air at nothing and Thor, Thor just kept squeezing his legs together, in hope that the pressure will ease his raging hard on.
Bruce however, had given up the idea of the listening party etiquette and pulled his cock out, stroking to the sounds of your moans, jerking himself off to the pace of the sound your juices made each time Wanda went in and out of you.
Everyone had begun staring at his leaking head, some of their mouths wide open as it dripped down his shaft. His balls sat comfortably on top of the V his zipper made as it was spread open, they were so heavy he didn’t have an answer for how he would hold himself back before you were spent.
Being uncomfortable wasn’t a thing now. Everyone had settled into the idea of this being their thing. This is what they do together so if they had started out uncomfortable, they got over that fast.
“Shit,” Bruce hissed as he swiped his palm over his angry red tip. He was leaking for you. He missed the feeling of your mouth sucking his tip like you were getting the last drop of a milkshake. His missed feeling your ridged walls as he fucked you into the mattress. Thinking about you, thinking about himself cumming inside you, it was almost too much for him,
He had to slow down.
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At this point Wanda was sitting on your face, riding your tongue like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby, almost to the finish line, going for the prize money.
“That’s it, baby. I’m so close, you gonna make me cum? You gonna slurp me up real good?,”
“Mhm! Mhm!,” If your mouth wasn’t full of pussy, you would have shouted your answer for her.
Even though she was on top of you, her magic still flowed from her hands to fuck you silly. She had finally let your hands go and you had your hands latched onto her breasts, tweaking her nipples and choking her while she convulsed from the shocks of pleasure she was receiving.
Wanda was close and she didn’t try to hold back the moans that were bubbling in her throat. She was calling out your name and all you could taste was her essence and feel the moisture of her clammy skin. She was whimpering and damn did she sound good, with the way her breath hitched you could tell she was getting ready to cum.
Her thighs were adding the perfect amount of pressure around your head to make your tongue flick faster, to make your hand squeeze her neck harder.
“I knew your mouth was good for something other than complaining,” Wanda whimpers. She’s right, you’re a complainer but that’s only because you’re so spoiled and of course, there’s nothing wrong with that.
You and Wanda have a running joke that your mouth can do other things than just complain and right now, you were proving it.
It wasn’t long before Wanda came in your mouth and never have you acted so thirsty. She was so pretty when she came, her face was flushed red and her breasts jiggled as the tremors ran over her body. She tasted so good, at this point you didn’t want her to get off your face, you wanted to keep tasting her, drinking her up like she was a ripe strawberry, plump and juicy.
You were surprised when she pulled herself off of you to lick her cum off the corners of your mouth. Lapping it up like it was a hot summer day and your popsicle was melting, she wanted to catch the sugary liquid.
Your tongues swirled together and your clit throbbed when she sucked on your tongue like a lollipop, wanting to suck her own flavor off of you.
“I want you to fuck the hell out of me. When I cum I don’t want to see a flash of white, I want to see you emerging from clouds of red,”
“I will make your dreams come true, Dove. Don’t you worry,”
She wasn’t lying when she said that either. She had you twisted like a pretzel fucking you, she had your face smooshed into the mattress as she ate you from the back. Wanda didn’t come to play, she meant business and she wanted you to come as many times as possible before the sun came up because once the sun came up, it’s game over.
Wanda fucked you so hard you have to brace your hands against the headboard or else your skull would be cracked from the impact. She was feral, she was fucking your orgasms out of you but making sure she got her own nuts as well. The sheets were wet with cum, saliva and sweat, the number of times you began drooling from how much you’ve cum is lost on you. The smell of the room is a bit raunchy but that is to be expected with a mix of bodily fluids.
“Call for your daddy, baby,” she breathed in your ear, “Let him know how good an imaginary cock is fucking his little Dove’s pussy,”
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“Daddy! Daddy please, she’s fucking me so ff..ff-ffuucking good!,”
Your screams echoed into the hallway of superheros who were getting their rocks off and sharing moans.
Bruce had beads of sweat along his hairline as he gripped his length tightly in his hands, he wasn’t even trying to hold out anymore, he had gotten nasty with it and started palming his heavy sack, trying to coax his nut out of himself.
“That’s right baby, take it,” he mutters to himself when he hears your calling for him. He knew Wanda was making you feel good but the fact she had you calling his name, had his toes curling.
“God dammit,” Tony cursed, clenching his fingers around his bulge he just needs to hear that final scream, that last whine as you cum for the last time tonight, before he as to wait weeks to hear you like this again. He wants to cum with you, even if he’s not the one in there, he wants to share that orgasm so when he goes back to his room, he can envision it’s you two who were in that room together.
Natasha, poor Natasha was right on the edge, knuckles losing their color with how tight she was gripping the arms of the chair she was in. She never thought humping her own heel would feel so good. It’s a lot better than humping a soft pillow, she could never get the angle right with that, but this way? This way was a game changer.
Sam and Bucky were reminiscing about their nights with you in their minds. The way Sam had you up in the air like that, Bucky thinking about the way his mouth attached to the little cut on your neck. You brought this out of them and they would be lying if they said they weren’t proud of how you did it.
Clint was turned on but he had a good way of hiding it. Not that he was embarrassed but he knows for damn sure if he took his cock out, he’d have busted already. Thor was still palming himself, he was teasing himself trying to see if he could make it past this session without cumming because if he did? He could go back to home and slut himself out to the thought of you while he stared at his hammer and just imagine you riding it again.
Then there was Steve, Steve was half hard and half limp. He is overthinking the fact that this session is almost over and then in a short amount of time it will be his turn. He’s getting hard hearing you like this but he can’t get all the way there because his mind is going a million miles a minute and he’s worried about his performance. If he can’t get out his head now to get hard and stay hard, he begins ti think he might have some performance issues when you’re in front of him.
Stage fright if you will.
Maybe when this is over tonight he can go back to his room and beat his dick until he cums, maybe if he just plans things a little in his head it won’t be an issue. Or maybe he’s just over thinking.
“Harder, harder! please I want iiiit,” you cried out.
They all emitted the same response. A breathy “fuck” was said in unison as your voice had gone shrill.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee,”
Bruce could practically hear the tears that welled in your eyes. You always get so glassy eyed when you’re teetering on the line of being fucked out. You’re almost there and you don’t want to be done just yet, but you’re not sure how much longer you can last.
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Wanda’s pelvis was meeting yours as she thrust inside of you, she had her magic wrapped around her thighs like a strap on except she could feel everything. She could feel the way you clenched tight around her, she can feel your walls throbbing to the beat of your heart, she can feel how fucking warm and wet you were and it drove her mad. She never thought she would be able to experience the inside of someone and derive pleasure from it, she always wanted to and here she is.
“Gimme one more, Dove just one more, I know you can do it, pretty girl. I know it. Be good and give it to me,” her forearms made a frame on each side of your head as her cool forehead was pressed against yours. She was swallowing your moans like they were a sort of life force that kept her going. Your lips are swollen from how hard you two have been kissing one another, biting each other’s lips and sitting on each other’s faces.
You were glad that she untied your arms when she did because you needed the sensation of your nails digging into her back, you needed to hear her swear in Russian as you scratched down her spine.
These little raindrops of feelings were creating an entire storm that was your impending orgasm. Your whimpers were small rumbles of thunder, your body twitching in pleasure lighting bolts. Your sky was getting dark as the clouds came closer, your sky was starting to rain harder and you didn’t have an umbrella.
“Cum in meeee!!,” that final cry was the loudest crack of thunder you could produce. You felt your cum splash on your as you squirted all over Wanda and her sheets.
“That’s it, baby,” Wanda encouraged, “F-ffuucckk!,” her legs tightened up as she came, she couldn’t literally cum inside you bit the feeling was outstanding regardless of if it could be done or not. The fact that you begged for her to is what sent you over the edge.
Your hands flew to your eyes as you began bawling, your body was still hot from the bolts of pleasure that overtook your body. Behind the clouds was a sunny sky, it was the most beautiful storm that could be produced,
“God, shit, th-that was too good,” you gasp. Your smile up at the witch who bends over to kiss your forehead. You both share a laugh when you hear multiple moans from the hallway. You forget that everyone is out there until you’re done and can hear them. You could tell that many were brought to orgasm and with that fact you saw the sun peaking up and you pouted at Wanda.
You didn’t realize how long you two have been at it but at the first sign of the sun you know it was time to get cleaned up, relax a bit and go back to your normal routine.
“I know, Dove,” you don’t even have to say anything before Wanda is speaking. She can see it in your eyes.
“When we wake up, I’ll get you clean and we can watch movies all day. How does that sound?,”
“You got yourself a deal,”
It wasn’t long before you’re waking up to a bunch of groans and mutters. You look down and see that you actually did make a mess for Wanda to have to clean up.
“So that really happened, huh?,” You smirk at her.
“Indeed it was,”
For this session you wanted it to be sort of like a simulation. So, she had put you all to sleep, with everyone’s consent of course. The dream and the actions were real but it going down in person, was not. Wanda would rather have it this way because with this dream she conjured up, it would be a place she could visit any time she wanted, just her. She could watch it however many times she wanted, she could change whatever she wanted. You in that world would be a memory but Wanda would be real. You loved that idea.
It was all one giant wet dream, one of the best you could ever have.
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