DOUBLE TROUBLE | Wandanat X Fem!reader

DOUBLE TROUBLE | wandanat x fem!reader

summary・never in your life did you think you’d ever cross paths with your campus’ two most notorious players.

pairing・pervy!players!wandanat x fem!virgin!reader

warnings・(MDNI) — top!wandanat, bottom!reader, wandanat both of have dicks, alcohol consumption, dub-con, groping, oral (reader giving), anal, degradation, slight breast play.

word count・4k

note・deleted my last fic because i didn’t like it, hopefully this makes it up to everyone. <3 english is not my first language, please ignore the mistakes.

Your ears rang as you stepped out of the house, the bass of the music vibrated the ground as you walked over to the pool area. “Hey, are you leaving?” Your friend, Carol, came up to you. You shook your head at her words, “No, It's just too much for me, I'm here for a quick breath.” You smiled, grateful that she was checking in on you. “Alright, but tell me if you wanna go back to the dorms, okay? I'll drive you back.” You nodded and watched as she walked back to her girlfriend.

A soft sigh left your lips, you shouldn't be here. You should be at your dorm, nose between your books, soaking up as much knowledge as you could. This life… of parties and fun? This was foreign to you; a dangerous territory with even dangerous things lying past it. At least, that's what your mother told you. You wondered if you should silently slip out of the party as you didn't want to disturb Carol.

With a final glance at the blonde who was too busy swapping salivas with Monica, you walked back into the house. You cringed at the loud music, the sight of multiple people in front of you who were rubbing their bodies together to the rhythm made you a bit anxious. But, you mustered up enough courage to start moving between them, muttering small excuse-me’s that were drowned down by the music, you finally pushed past the crowd.

“Why are you leaving so early?” A voice boomed out to you and a hand clasped your wrist just as you were about to open the door. You turned around to come face-to-face with Wanda Maximoff, “aren’t you enjoying it, detka?” She yelled over the music with a concerned glint in her eye. You shook your head, “I wanna go home!” You shouted and the woman squinted her eyes, “Really!?” You nodded, and she tugged at your wrist, “Come on, let’s go out!” You let the woman drag you out, her larger body being used to shield you from your drunk peers.

Once you stepped outside, you breathed a sigh of relief, “Why do you wanna leave?” Wanda asked, and you shrugged, “I just don't think I'm having fun here,” you said truthfully. You looked up at the taller woman, why was she even talking to you? This was probably the first time you’ve ever had a conversation with her. Wanda opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a voice behind you, “Hey, I was wondering where you were,” It was Natasha, another person you never thought you’d see face-to-face.

“Oh hi, Y/n. Whatcha doing here?” She smiled down at you. Wanda huffed, “Do you wanna come back to our dorm? I don't want you traveling all the way back to your dorm, you can stay at ours.” She said with an amicable smile on her face. “That’s so nice of you, Wanda. But I don't want to tr—” “Nonsense!” Natasha laughed behind you, placing her arm on your shoulder. “We’d love to have a pretty thing like you around, and let me tell you, the streets aren't safe for cute girls like you.” She said with a wink that had you blushing. “Oh… Alright.” You agreed and the two women shared a grin with implications you didn't have any idea about.

You laughed as Natasha got you into her car, “No way you guys did that!” You giggled as Wanda recalled an incident that happened in their chemistry class. “No, seriously. We did!” You shook your head, chuckling. “So how long have you known each other?” You asked as Natasha began driving, “For like ever,” the blonde said with a smile on her face, “Really?” You asked and Wanda nodded. “Uh-huh, although my imprisonment of her isn't consensual, we’ve known each other since we were babies.” The redhead smirked, “That’s her way of saying she loves being around me,” Natasha said, flashing you a smile as she sped up the car. “No I don't,” Wanda whispered into your ear, making you giggle.

You didn't notice how Wanda’s hand landed on your thigh, stroking the supple skin, as she talked to you. Nor did you notice how Natasha’s brushed against your chest every now and then. “Y/n, who did you come to the party with?” Natasha asked, “I came with Carol,” you replied, leaning out the window, letting the wind brush against your face Wanda tutted, “Don’t do that, baby. It’s dangerous,” you flushed at her pet name, and let the woman pull you back into the car.

“You know we could watch a movie or two back at our place, the night’s still young, what do you say?” You nodded, “that’d be a good idea.”

+

“What drink do you want?” Wanda called out from the kitchen, “Uh… a coke would be fine!” You said, and Natasha chuckled, “No, you silly girl, she’s asking what drink you want, as in alcohol.”

Your mouth formed an ‘oh’ as you looked at her. “Well… I don't know, the normal type, I guess?” You said with a nervous giggle. “She wants a whiskey, Wanda!” Natasha barked to her friend who chuckled in response.

“A whiskey?” You asked a bit alarmed, “Isn’t that strong?” You asked her, “Nah, it's fine. Just drink slowly, detka.”

You hummed, “I don’t drink that much, only when I’m back home. My daddy lets me take a sip from his glass,” you giggled, “That’s adorable, baby.” Wanda came in with two glasses in her hand, “hey, where’s mine?” Natasha asked, “in the kitchen,” the redhead said nonchalantly before pulling you to the couch with her.

“Have you decided which movie we’re gonna watch?” Wanda asked, snaking her arm around your waist. “Oh, I don't know,” you sighed, “I have no idea,” you said with a shrug, taking a sip from your glass. Your face scrunched at the bitter taste in your mouth.

“Eugh, how do you drink this?” You sputtered out with a small cough as you felt the liquid run down your throat, burning it. Wanda laughed at your reaction, downing her cup in one go, she patted your shoulder. “It gets better with experience,” she said, and you giggled. “You want more?” Natasha came into the room with a bottle in her hand that looked like it was freshly opened and a glass in the other.

You shook your head while waving your hands in front of you, “I don't, I can't handle the taste,” you admitted sheepishly, and the blonde hummed, “This one’s different, Wanda’s alcohol taste sucks.” She said, grinning as she sat next to you, “Hey!” Wanda exclaimed, “Oops, didn’t you see there,” Natasha offered her a tight-lipped smile before turning back to you. “Here, you can take a sip from my cup, detka.”

She placed the cup in front of your lips and you cast her a dubious look, “don’t worry,” she said with a reassuring smile on her face. You took a small sip and hummed. This was much better! “It tastes a bit sweet,” you hummed, licking the leftover liquor on your lips. The two women shared a knowing smile before looking back at you. “See? So do you agree that I have much better taste in alcohol than her?” Natasha finished the remaining liquid and motioned Wanda to pour more. “Sorry, Wanda. But I have to agree with Nat on this one,” you said, and the redhead huffed. “Whatever.”

Natasha rested her head on your shoulder, “drink some more, Y/n!” She giggled, pouring you more and you chuckled, “Just a bit more, I don’t want to wake up with a hangover.” You hummed as you took another sip. It felt like a heavy weight had settled itself on your bones, “Have another one.” You couldn’t understand who had told you that, mind only focusing on how fuzzy your body felt. Not noticing a hand that was cupping your breast or the other hand that had slipped itself inside your shirt, “Hey, why does this feel weird?” you asked with a small giggle.

“Because you’re a lightweight, detka.” Wanda cooed, rubbing up and down your side, “It’s cute” Natasha whispered into your ear. And you sighed, “Can I have some more?” Your words came out slurred, but Natasha knew all too well. “Of course, here you go sweetheart.”

“Mmh,” you mumbled, head lolling over Natasha’s chest. “Big,” you said, squeezing her biceps and she laughed.

“Do you like them?” She asked and you nodded. “Wait until you see mine,” Wanda boasted, flexing her arm in front of your face. “Why are there two of you?” You groaned, looking up at Natasha who smiled down at you.

“Silly girl, you’re so cute.” Wanda’s hand cupped your bare breast, giving it a small squeeze and you whined. “Ugh,” you said, squirming onto her lap. “F-feels so weird,” you mumbled. “Shh, it’s nothing.” Wanda placed a small kiss on your cheek and you giggled. “What was that for?” You asked, touching the spot where she had just kissed.

Natasha shifted you in her lap, “You’re so cute, detka.” She giggled, her hands palming your breast, “Such a pretty body too.” Wanda nodded in agreement, “So fucking pretty.” Her mouth left another kiss directly between your chest and you gasped, “What are you doing?” You sat up straighter on Natasha’s lap and felt something rub against you. “Hey, relax” Wanda hushed, “Just let us do our thing, okay?” You hesitated for a moment, “Trust us, detka.” Natasha whispered, and you groaned, “Feels weird.”

“I know baby, I know. Let us make it better for you,” Natasha pressed herself against your ass, letting you feel how hard she was. The two women looked at you with huge smiles on their faces.

“Be a good girl.” Wanda whispered, her lips finding your clothed breast, “Uhhh” you whined, this wasn’t something you were used to. “Nat what’re—” you moaned, as her fingers found your clothed cunt. When did she reach there? “Oh shit, detka. You’re soaked.” Natasha chuckled as she languidly rubbed her hand against you.

Wanda’s mouth was latched onto your other breast. Your head felt so full and your body was so hot. “S-stop feels weird.” You pushed Wanda off your body, and Natasha kissed your ear, “C’mon baby, you want us.” She groaned, trying to slip her hands inside your panties. You whined, “Nooooo” You tried to get off her lap, and you stumbled onto the floor, blinking rapidly as you tried to get a hold of yourself.

“Don’t do that. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Wanda mumbled, pushing you down onto the floor. The two women looked down at you, arousal pooling in their stomachs as you looked up at them with dazed eyes. “You look so fuckable right now,” Natasha said, reaching down to grab your hair.

Your eyes fell upon their bulges, “Wanda…” You mumbled, turning towards the redhead. “I’m sleepy,” you rubbed your eyes. “You’re not making it easy for us, detka,” Wanda said, standing up as she unbuckled her belt. “C’mon, baby. Let’s have fun.” Natasha followed her suit and did the same. You shook underneath them, their bulges standing prominently in front of your face.

Wanda was the first to pull out her cock, the hard length bounced out of her boxers, and Natasha’s did too. “You can pick which one you wanna suck off,” she said, holding her cock. You bristled with nervousness, “I- I haven’t done anything like this before.” You whispered, hoping that they wouldn’t hear it.

“We know.” Wanda said, smiling. You looked at her with a confused look on your face. “God, nobody hasn’t touched you?” Natasha groaned, her first already pumping her cock, you watched as a little bit of pre-cum dripped out of it. “This one’s impatient, but choose fast. It’s starting to hurt now.” Wanda groaned, and you gulped before pointing towards Natasha who grinned proudly at you.

“Told you she liked me more.” She nudged Wanda’s shoulder with a cocky grin on her face before closing in on you, her cock pressed against your lips, gently easing it open. You coughed as the huge thing entered into your mouth. Wanda came closer to you, “jerk me off.” She commanded and shoved her cock to your side. “Ugh, who’s the impatien— Ah! Don’t bite!” Natasha yelled and you quickly babbled an apology.

“Karma’s a bitch.” Wanda chuckled, and Natasha rolled her eyes. “Suck it, Y/n.” She ordered, and you hollowed your cheeks out, “like t-this?” You mumbled with her still in your mouth, Natasha huffed.

“Forget it,” she said, before grabbing the back of your head, she thrust her hips and slammed herself deeply into you. A strangled scream left your throat at the rough act, and tears flowed from your eyes as she started slamming into you. “Y/n,” Wanda groaned, grabbing your hand, she encircled it around her cock. “Move it up and down,” she said and you tried your best to do what she asked.

Groans left Natasha’s mouth as she fucked into you. “Yeah, that’s it. Take me like a fucking champ.” She grunted each syllable with her thrust and you whined, throat burning as her length went in and out of you. “Shit,” Wanda huffed. “Natty, don’t hog her. Let me try,” she pushed the blonde away from you, and you couldn’t even breathe as Wanda’s cock entered your mouth.

“Ugh, I—” She moaned loudly, Natasha motioned you to jerk her off, “go— oh fuck, she feels so fucking good.” Wanda’s head was thrown back as she used you like a toy. “Breathe through your nose,” Natasha instructed when she noticed your face. “Move, it’s my turn.” Natasha forced Wanda out of your mouth before entering back, “If this— fuck. If this is what your mouth is like, can’t wait to feel your cunt.” Natasha rasped, bucking herself wildly into you.

You closed your eyes as she fucked your mouth, you could feel your throat bulge everytime she entered before slipping back out. Your knees hurt from the position you were in and you felt her cock shift in you, “if you’re gonna cum do it on her face.” Wanda huffed, and Natasha nodded. “Let’s treat her like the slut she is.”

With a few more thrusts, Natasha sharply groaned before pulling out and cumming all over your face, her juices ran down your cheek and a satisfied chuckle was heard from her. “My turn,” You let out a high-pitched scream as Wanda entered your mouth, “Oops, sorry.” She giggled, her hands gripped your head and moved you up and down her. Natasha meanwhile went behind you, a low whistle as she looked at the wetness pooling between your legs.

“She loves getting her face fucked,” Natasha said to Wanda who was too lost in pleasure to acknowledge what she had just said. “Shit, Y/n. You’re like a mini fountain.” Natasha kicked apart your legs and giggled as desperately mewled. Tears, drool and her cum ran down your chin and soon enough Wanda had reached her peak, with a loud howl, the redhead came inside your. Her liquid running down your aching throat. “Swallow all of it.”

With a groan you fell onto the floor, gasping for air as you tried to recover from the harsh fucking you had gone through. “Oh shit, she did this?” Wanda asked, looking at the growing wet patch on the floor. “Yup, told you, the quiet girls are always the nastiest.” Wanda chortled at her statement, before kneeling down onto the floor, “I get her pussy first.” Wanda declared, flipping you onto your back, you softly moaned as she settled herself between your legs.

“Fine, I’ll take her ass then.” Natasha said, she came behind you and settled you down on her lap. “Are you tired, sweet thing?” She asked with a small hum, and you nodded your head. “Too bad, there’s so much more we want to do with you.”

The redhead smiled at sight in front of her, your fucked our face should be hung in art museum. “So pretty, isn’t she, Tasha?” She asked and the woman in question nodded. She watched as her hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, a soft whine slipped out of your mouth when Natasha’s semi-hard dick rubbed against your cunt. “Ooh, poor thing. She’s too sensitive.” Wanda giggled, before pushing your legs apart. “Natty,” you whined, trying to bury yourself into her body.

Wanda raised her eyebrow, “when did you become her girl?” She asked, tugging at your panties. “You don’t need this anymore, you’ve ruined it,” she tugged it off of you, licking her lips as she took in the sight of your drooling cunt. “Shit,” Wanda mumbled, her cock throbbing at the sight of your spread legs. “Natasha, you sure she’s a virgin? She’s dripping like a whore,” she chuckled darkly and you squirmed under her gaze.

“God, can't wait to ruin this pretty pussy.” Natasha groaned, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. A small moan slipped out at this, “Dirty girl,” Wanda smacked your thigh, making you cry out. “You’re gonna take me well aren’t you?” She asked and you nodded, “Jeez, she looks so stupidly cute,” Natasha giggled at you.

Wanda hummed in agreement before positioning herself against you. “Here we go, Y/n.” She groaned as her tip pressed against your hole and Natasha had to hold you by the waist to prevent you from moving too much. “A-Ah!” you cried out at the invasion. “It hurts,” you whimpered, but Natasha hushed you, “Don’t worry. It’ll feel so fucking good, we promise.” She kissed your wet cheek, and Wanda let out a huff, “She’s too tight, I don’t think the both of us will fit.”

Natasha smiled, “She just needs to relax. Come on, detka, it’ll be fine,” she said, pressing a kiss onto your head. You sniffled as Wanda eased into you. Her cock throbbing inside you, a small groan left your lips, “I can’t,” you cried, but the redhead just smiled at you. “I'm halfway in, just a bit more.” Wanda pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before she fully filled you up. “Oh fuck,” you cried, tears slipping out of your eyes as her cock snuggled against your cervix.

“Look at that.”

Wanda cooed, placing a hand on your stomach. “I can see myself inside of you, baby.” Natasha chuckled, “y’know what detka? I'll take your ass this time,” she said, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck. “I—” you gasped, but the words died inside your mouth when Natasha’s cock spread your cheeks apart. “I think this is enough lube,” she said, before pressing herself into you with a grunt.

“Aw, Natty, be gentle. She looks like she’s about to explode.” Wanda giggled at your face, you tried to talk back to her but found yourself unable to speak as her cock began entering your other hole. “W-wait, I can't!” You cried out, “Oh, fuck.” Natasha breathed against you as she entered you. “So tight, you feel so good.” Wanda tried to peck your tears away, gently smoothing your hair, she began whispering words of praise to you.

“That’s right. You're taking us so well.” Wanda cooed, her lips trailing down your wet cheek. “Just a bit more, pretty.” Her voice was a soft moan, her cock fit so snuggly inside of you. “Agh.” You groaned once you felt her hips against your ass.

You’ve never felt so full before, was this even real? At one point you wondered if this was just a dream. It felt so good, “Wanda,” you squirmed, feeling your cunt form a heartbeat of its own as it pounded against her. “Need you, please,” those were the only words you could muster out.

And that was all that it took to break every inch of resolve they had. Wanda and Natasha meant to take it slow with you when they formed their plan, Natasha had suggested that it would be better if they were softer to you, that way, you’d want more of them. You’d beg them to take you to that high over and over again, but hearing you utter such words and those cute noises that you made? That was enough to let their darkest fantasies out on you.

Wanda was rough as she slammed into you, with guttural groans and the sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room as she fucked you deeply. “Ah, ah!” You cried, the stinging pain was long gone, being mixed with pleasure, as she rutted into you. “Fucking cockwhore, you liken it when I fuck you like this?” She bit down on your neck, “Fuck, fuck. You're a dirty slut, you love getting your holes used like this, huh?” You attempted to speak to her, but all that came out were incoherent babbles and profanities that had both women laughing.

Natasha was even rougher, her fingernails dug into the flesh of your hips, leaving crescent marks in their wake. While her saliva drooled down your shoulder, her teeth left a mark on your skin that would be there for a long time — almost as if it was a reminder of how you had let them use you. Leave you a gasping mess, just for you to beg them to fill you, make you whole once again.

“Wanda, I- I can't,” you gasped, bucking your hips as the coil grew tighter. Fuck, this was too much. Your eyes rolled back to your skull and everything felt so much lighter. “You’re gonna cum all over our cocks, aren't you?” Natasha grunted, her palm kneading your breast, her balls slapping against your as the two women fucked you into oblivion. “Oh god, oh god.” You screamed, “Oh—” Your words dissolved into a mixture of cries and obscene things that Wanda and Natasha never thought they’d hear coming from your mouth.

“God.” Natasha groaned, “You’re so sexy.” She nipped at your ear, and Wanda gasped, “Yeah, fuck. I’m also gonna,” she buried her face into the crook of your neck, biting at the flesh on it. “Ah, I’m going to— fuck! Y/n!” Wanda came loudly, her cock twitching wildly as it shot out her liquids almost non-stop. Natasha groaned at the sight of her being undone, “Shi— you're gonna be so fucking full, just wait,” Natasha husked out before pumping faster into you.

Your entire body felt like it was lit on fire, it was buzzing as the two women continued rutting into you like there was no tomorrow. “N–Natasha, please I can’t. S’too much!” You cried, “No, it’s going to be fine. I need to cum, baby.”

Her voice was low and her movements had gotten sloppy, her cock began shifting in you, “Y/n! Y/n!” She growled into your ear and with one final push, she was fully inside of your ass. You tried to stifle your moan, but with Wanda still moving in you, you felt another loud scream erupt from your throat. “Yes! Yes!” She bit down on your skin as she came.

“Fuck, that's it. Wasn't so bad, was it?” Natasha panted as she came down from her high, “Yeah,” you weakly nodded, a small whimper came out of you as Wanda pulled out of you. “Let’s switch, Nat. I wanna try her ass now.” “Don’t worry, Y/n. Just lay down and let us play with you a little bit more.”

Your mother always told you to never trust anyone in college, especially the ones with a reputation. You’d argue that Natasha and Wanda were just being nice, you knew what they did around campus, but didn't know to what extent they’d go to get what they want. But, now you did. And it was too late for you to go back. With their cum dripping out of all three of your holes, you knew you were theirs now.

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Rule Number One. // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was Bucky’s birthday but even a surprise party won’t stop Steve and Bucky from punishing you for not looking after yourself.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, threesome, dom/sub, bdsm, punishment, self-neglect/forgetting to eat, rough sex, overstimulation, discussion of safe words, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, spanking, daddy and sir kink, praise kink, size difference, begging, aftercare 

PLEASE BE WARNED: There is a lot of discussion about eating as the reader has skipped meals to party plan. If you find the topic of eating/skipping meals triggering, please proceed with caution.

ღ Be kind to yourselves please ღ

A/N: Also… the next Mafia!Stucky fic will be how reader & Steve met so keep a look out for that! Sorry my uploads have slowed down I’ve been busy with University but fingers crossed I’ll upload it soon.

Words: 7.2k

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You Drew Stars Around My Scars | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi. This is some heavy shit, so please proceed with caution. Do not read this fic if you are made uncomfortable by any of the warnings.

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❌Warnings❌ Scars, blood, depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal ideation / attempt

“And what about this one?” Bucky asked, dragging his lips across one of your scars. It rested along your ribcage, drawing a sharp line into your skin. It wasn’t sensitive anymore, didn’t hurt like it used to. But Bucky’s lips assuaged any lingering discomfort.

You ran a finger over the raised tissue and let out a laugh.  “Oh, that was a huge misunderstanding, actually. Have you ever met that guy in the red suit? With the katanas?”

Bucky’s gaze left your scar and drifted up to your face. “Katanas? As in more than one katana?”

“Yeah! His name’s Wade… something,” you paused, struggling for the eccentric stranger’s name. “Wade Williams… or something like that. Anyway, yeah, he got me with one of his multiple katanas. But it was really just a communication issue- Hill sent me after him. SHIELD had basically no intel on the guy and it was assumed that he was a threat- but he’s on our side.”

Over the course of his life, Bucky had seen some strange things. Red Skull. Infinity Stones. A talking raccoon. But never a guy running around with a couple of katanas and bright red suit. “So, katana guy is a friend of ours?” 

“Yeah! And he’s actually pretty cool. A little weird. Very funny. Kind of a sarcastic asshole,” you laughed. “I think you’d like him.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and brushed his lips over your scar once more. “I don’t know about that- he stabbed my best girl-”

“He didn’t stab me, per se…”

Bucky made a mental note to look into this Wade guy, see if he could be trusted. 

“Okay," you said, "it's your turn…” Another round of the game began.

For almost an hour, the two of you had laid in bed, asking about the other’s scars. You never dared ask Bucky about his scars or how he got them; their origins were too terrible to describe. If he decided to open up about them one day, that was his business. And you were more than happy to give him all the time and space he needed.

But it was Bucky who started the game. After you both came down from your post-sex euphoria, you decided to stay in bed. Kissing. Touching. Talking. Bucky ran his hand along a scar near your shoulder, the one he always noticed but knew nothing about. And though he didn’t want to hear tales of you getting hurt, he still held a curiosity about your life before him. He wanted every detail, every story. And so, he’d asked about the scar. And to his relief, it didn’t come from a knife or a gun- just a childhood game of tag that got out of hand. 

But his question opened the door. He promised he didn’t mind speaking about his scars- not to you. He argued that it was only fair. He asked you about yours- why shouldn’t you be allowed to ask about his? He wanted to share every detail of his life with you. The details he could remember, anyway. And so, the two of you went back and forth, asking the other for the stories behind your scars. 

Bucky learned more about you, and you him. But you didn’t bring up the massive ridge of twisted tissue on Bucky’s left side- you knew that story. And hearing it again would’ve gutted you. 

“Hmm…" your eyes drifted over Bucky's body, "how about…” 

There were too many to choose from. You hated how many options lay scattered across Bucky’s skin; each reminder of his past life spelled trauma, pain, abuse. But a new light seemed to flash in Bucky’s eyes each time he told you a story. He’d never let anyone tour his body like this. Had never opened up about all the vile things Hydra did to him. Each story unburdened him a bit more, helped him release the pain he’d been holding on to for so long. And you were more than happy to help shoulder the weight.

Your fingers ghosted along a jagged scar near his hip, “Okay, how about this one?”

“That one- that one is…” Bucky thought for a long, quiet moment. The holes in his memory acted like a sieve, draining most of his past life from his mind. You watched as he struggled, fought to remember this exact wound. His brow furrowed as he searched through the catalogue of his trauma. He flipped through page after mental page, reliving every instant of pain. And then, the light returned to his eyes. 

“Oh- I remember now. I got shot- and one of my handlers cut the bullet out while I was still in the field. Sewed it up- albeit, poorly.” He ran a finger along the uneven line of scar tissue, “And then they sent me after my target again. If I remember right, which I probably don’t…” He gave a sad laugh, “I’m pretty sure the stitches ripped almost instantly. I mean, maybe sixty seconds after he finished. So I just kinda bled until I took down my mark.”

“Jesus, baby…” Every story he told pulled you closer to his side. You wanted to cover him, to protect him from things that already happened. Things you couldn’t help or prevent. Every mention of his misery, every recollection of the abuse made you wish you’d met him sooner. Maybe you could’ve helped. Maybe you could’ve saved him.

You rested your head against his chest, willing the thoughts of Bucky’s pain to dissipate. But they refused to comply. And Bucky, always more concerned about your pain than his, took notice.

“Hey, I’m okay now,” Bucky curled a finger under your chin and tilted your face up toward his. “Don’t get sad on me, alright?” He shot you his biggest smile, ‘I’m just fine. And I’m here- with you.”

You gave him a solemn nod. “No, I know. I’m just… you didn’t deserve it, Buck. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

He took your face in his hands and gazed into your big, sad eyes. He never thought he’d find someone like you- never thought he’d find someone, period. But you had a big heart, and you loved him with everything you had. You showed him how much you cared. Made him feel like he mattered. 

“I know that now. You helped me with that.”

A small smile pricked at the corners of your lips. You wanted to fix everything for him. Take away his pain, remedy his problems, shoulder the weight of his nightmarish past. But you couldn’t. And the helplessness it planted in you made your chest ache. But knowing you’d at least helped Bucky see himself differently eased a fraction of the pain.

“Alright, my turn!” Before you had a chance to think, Bucky was on top of you. He tickled and poked at your sides, shunning the sadness from your eyes. And when he was satisfied with your improved mood, he rested a hand on your thigh. The scar he selected rested above your knee, its border faded. “This one?”

“That’s from a burn,” you told him. “Explosion at a Hydra base- I got a lot of burns that day, actually.” As the memory of that day resurfaced, you ran a hand over where the searing pain used smolder under your skin, “All the others healed, this is the only one that scarred.”

Bucky swept his thumb over it a few times, as though trying to ease your past pain. 

You sat up, coming face to face with Bucky. The scar you had your eye on was something you wondered about often. And now that you had permission to ask, you ran you lips over the mark. “What about this one?” The long scar ran along the side of his neck, beginning a few inches above his clavicle. It traveled horizontally, nearly reaching the back of his neck. “And this one?” And identical scar rested just on the other side, the two marks mirror images of one another.

After so many rounds of this game, Bucky didn’t seem to mind telling these stories. But when your attention landed on these particular scars, he didn’t want to play anymore. He wanted you to know everything about him- just not this. But what choice did he have? He could lie to you. He could make up a story. He could refuse to tell you the truth. But whatever he decided, he knew he’d regret it. 

It wasn’t fair to keep things from you. Bucky swore from day one to always be honest with you- and you did the same. But this truth only served to hurt you. The pain in your eyes when he told you about his gunshot wound and the resulting torn stitches cut him deep. But that story was nothing compared to the source of the scars on his neck. He knew how crushed you’d be when he gave you the real story. And though he never wanted to lie to you, he found himself pulling an explanation out of thin air.

“They’re from, um…” he cleared his throat, already regretting his lie. “They’re from restraints. They put me in this, I don’t know what you’d call it- I guess a… collar-type thing. Made of metal. Really tight. It dug into my skin. They used it to, uh, to chain me to a wall.” Part of Bucky believed his own lie. He thought for a silent moment- did this really happen? Was his attempt at a fabricated story actually a buried memory? For Hydra, such a punishment sounded plausible. But after several seconds, he determined it false.

Your mind went blank, only to suddenly overflow with images of Bucky in chains. Sharp metal cutting into his skin. His blood pouring down his body and pooling on the floor. The sound of rattling chains mixed with his screams and echoed inside your skull. 

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore…” was all you could manage to say through the sudden tears and tightness in your chest. You hid your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, your breath fanning the very scar about which you regretted inquiring. 

Bucky’s arms wrapped around you in an instant, pulling you as close as he could. Your shallow, shaky breaths rattled against his hand as he smoothed it along the length of your back. He saw the effect his lie had on you, the way it ripped chunks out of your heart. But the real story was worse- far worse- and as he held your shaking form against his chest, he swore to never tell you the truth.

“Just breathe for me, doll. Big deep breaths, okay?” He soothed you, helped free you from the crushing sadness. But when it cleared, a wave of guilt took you out at the knees. This wasn’t right. 

“Wait, no-” you pulled your face from his neck. “This is so fucked up, oh my god. I’m so sorry, Buck. You shouldn’t be comforting me- it should be the other way around. I didn’t mean to-”

How did Bucky ever find someone like you? Someone who cared for him so deeply, loved him more than he ever thought possible? He hated that he’d upset you, that he’d started this stupid game. But part of him liked knowing how much you cared. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t apologize. You’re just... you're reacting to new information. That memory is something I’ve gotten used to, it’s part of my past, so… it doesn’t bother me anymore.” Bucky knew damn well it didn’t bother him because it simply wasn’t true. The real source of his scar bit at him every day. But you didn’t have to know that. “Hey, you love me- which is unbelievable, by the way- and so hearing stories like that upsets you. Being sad about it is totally normal.”

You wiped at your eyes with the backs of your hands, “feels selfish.”

“It’s not.” A sudden laugh rumbled out of his chest, “if you weren’t upset, I think we’d have more to worry about.”

His joke was met with an eye roll and a small laugh. He wasn’t wrong. You cared so deeply for him that even imagining his past pain brought you to tears. Never had you loved someone the way you loved him. And though you dealt with your own pain and traumatic memories, you wanted more than anything to take all of Bucky’s. You wanted to steal any ounce of residual pain and every nightmare inducing memory, leaving him only with peace.

“I love you a lot,” you said. “And I’m so- I’m so sorry for everything you went through. You never should’ve suffered like that.”

Bucky’s forehead met yours in a moment of quiet. No one ever acknowledged his pain, his trauma. They talked about his kills, the blood on his hands. They talked about his pardon- the pardon that, according to you, he “never should’ve needed”. Because nothing he did as the Winter Soldier was by choice. He was a victim, a prisoner of war. But everyone conveniently left that part out. They regarded him as either “the winter soldier” or the “pardoned war criminal”, never the hero, the abused, the broken.

“Thank you,” he whispered. And he meant it.

The two of you sat there for a few long moments, reveling in the other’s presence. But Bucky’s growling stomach broke the silence. He locked eyes with you in an apologetic glance that quickly devolved into a storm of laughter.

“I’m guessing you want dinner?”

“You could say that…” Bucky shrugged. “But I made you cry, so I want you to pick.”

“Buuuuck-”

He crossed his arms over his chest and refused to listen to your protests. “From this moment on, the rule in this house is: whoever who caused the other to cry must let the crier choose dinner, and must deal with the cuisine consequences.”

“Cuisine consequences? Did you just make that up?”

Bucky gave a proud nod, “yup”. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and grabbed your laptop from the nightstand, offering it to you. “Pick a place, doll. Whatever you want.”

Nearly an hour later, the two of you sat camped out on the couch. A spread of take-out lay strewn across the coffee table, half demolished. And while it was Bucky whose hunger signaled dinner, he didn’t eat much. You’d decided on take out from your favorite barbecue place, knowing Bucky loved their brisket almost as much as he loved you. But his mood seemed to deflate as he pushed his food around his plate.

He wasn’t devouring his brisket like usual. And his side dishes went almost untouched. 

“Hey, is something wrong?” You paused the tv and turned to Bucky, “You’ve been quiet- you barely touched your food. Is everything alright?”

Bucky gave a small nod.

Guilt grabbed you by the throat. He wasn’t okay- and you knew it stemmed from the memory he recalled for you. The restraints, the collar. The thought of it made you shudder. 

“Buck, if this is about earlier- about the story you told me- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t know where the scars came from, I never would’ve asked if I…” you took a deep breath, easing the shaky quality in your voice. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no-” he set his plate on the table and turned to you, “it’s not like that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

It was just like Bucky to swear you were perfect, that you never did anything wrong. But you knew better. You knew he’d been forced to dig up some deep, soul-crushing trauma when you asked about the scars on his neck. You knew he was hurting- and it was your fault.

“Buck, if I upset you, you can tell me-”

“You didn’t. I swear.” He took your hands in his and dropped his gaze. “But I lied to you. About the scars on my neck. And I feel really bad about it.”

It certainly wasn’t what you expected. “Oh… okay.”

In a panic, Bucky dragged his eyes back to yours, “I know that we always tell each other everything, but I just didn’t-”

“Buck, that’s not a rule. You aren’t required to tell me every single thing that’s ever happened to you or every thought you’ve ever had. You’re entitled to your privacy." You gave his hand a squeeze, "I just want you to know that you can tell me everything- nothing’s off limits- but you don’t have to. I know you’ve been through a lot of really dark shit. And if you wanna tell me every detail, I’m all ears. But if you’re not ready, that’s more than okay. It’s okay if you’re never ready- you don't ever have to tell me if you don't want to. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Oh…” Bucky took a moment to think about what you said. He liked the way you phrased it, the way you were open to everything he had to say without demanding he say anything at all. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen. And if he didn’t, you’d be there, regardless.

“Whatever happened- however you got those scars- you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s all your choice.”

He considered skipping out on the entire venture. He could tell you the collar was a lie without giving you the real story, and everything would be fine. You’d respect his boundaries- he knew that. But the source of those scars was such a turning point in his life, such a defining moment. And to skip out on sharing it with you felt wrong. It was a pivotal time in his life that changed his path- and inadvertently led him to you. 

“I want to tell you…” he said after a long, quiet moment. “It’s a pretty significant part of my story, and I want you to know everything about me, you know? I just- I don’t want to upset you again.”

“Buck, it’s okay-”

Bucky gave a sad shake of his head. “I made you cry earlier, doll. And that story wasn’t that bad, it wasn't even true-”

You took his face in your hands, silencing him. “If you wanna tell me, I wanna listen. I mean, I obviously hate that these things happened to you- that you suffered so much. But if it’s part of your story, I wanna know.”

Bucky let his eyes fall shut as he thought it over. Memories of the darkest time in his life rushed forward, nearly drowning him. But your touch kept him afloat. It kept him safe, warm. With you by his side, he found the strength to wade back into the depths of his memory.

“It was after I escaped…” he finally said. He took your hands from his face and held them tight, anchoring himself to the present. “I didn’t know what to do, you know? I didn’t know who or where I was. I was lost.” A faraway look left his eyes hollow, lifeless. “I had to figure out how to reclaim my mind and my body. I spent days holed up, hiding, reading about the things I’d done. And it made me sick.” He shifted in his seat. A familiar sense of dread and nausea sat like a rock in his stomach. 

“I was disgusted. I hated the serum. I hated the Winter Soldier- I hated myself. I didn’t wanna be this anymore, you know? I was given the same serum as Steve, but I wasn’t good Like Steve. I turned into a monster.” He paused. It took far too much effort to pull air into his lungs. He knew the suffocating sensation well, the feeling of choking on his own agony. 

“And for a while I thought it corrupted me, that it changed who I was. I blamed the serum. But then I had this epiphany one day…” He cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the ground. He couldn’t look at you. “The serum just amplifies who and what you are, you know? They gave it to Steve because he was a good person, because he had a good heart. And he became a hero. But I…” 

The shame threatened to eat him alive. He’d worked so hard to change the way he viewed himself. And with your help, he no longer saw a monster in the mirror. But taking a trip down memory lane reminded him of his capacity for evil. “I became a killer. And it made me think- maybe I always had that darkness in me. Maybe my soul wasn’t pure enough.”

You curled a finger under his chin and lifted his head, bringing his eyes to yours. “Baby, you were brainwashed. Tortured. They wiped your mind- all your memories. They took away your sense of self and rebuilt you in their image. The things you did weren’t because of an impure soul or deep-seeded evil. And they had nothing to do with the the serum. If the roles were reversed, Steve just as easily could’ve become the Winter Soldier.”

That sounded almost blasphemous to Bucky.

“You’re a product of circumstance, Buck.”

He wasn’t sure he could digest your words. Only a few hours ago, he would’ve known without a doubt that you were right. He would’ve agreed and easily shrugged himself out of the darkness. But sinking back into the headspace from the days after his escape left him shaken.

He pulled his eyes down to the floor once again, unblinking. Unfocused. And though he felt lost in a different time, he refused to submit to the pain. He traced the same pattern on the back of your hand over and over, searched for peace in the sound of your breathing. Anything to keep him anchored in the present.

A deep need to diffuse the situation rattled inside you. You wanted to tell him that he could stop, that the two of you could return to this conversation after he ate. Or after a good night’s sleep. Or that he could abandon the story all together and never speak about it again. But just as you decided to speak up, words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I wanted the serum out of my body.” He finally met your gaze. Something in his eyes semmed frantic, helpless. “I thought that getting rid of it would turn me back to my old self- I know that’s stupid. But I was desperate. So, I started, um…” 

He couldn’t believe he was telling you this story. It was dark, shameful. Revealing his lowest moment to the person he cared about most- the person whose opinion mattered more than anyone else’s- suddenly seemed like terrible idea. It felt like a surefire way to scare you away, to convince you that he was far more damaged than you could ever repair.

But didn’t you deserve the truth? Didn’t you deserve to know who you slept next to at night, who you committed your life to? Bucky respected you more than anyone. And keeping secrets didn’t feel right. He needed to give you his authentic self, offer himself to you without hiding his darkness. Only then could he know that you loved all of him.

He screwed his eyes shut and yanked his shoulders up to his ears as though bracing for impact. And then, he set the truth free. “I started making myself bleed- I thought I could bleed the serum out of my body.” The admission lifted a weight from his chest he didn’t know he was carrying. Air rushed into his lungs and granted him his first deep breath of the evening.

He opened his eyes slowly, fearing your reaction. But you simply nodded and allowed him to continue. You provided him with a safe place to land as he jumped off the proverbial cliff. “I started making cuts into my skin every day, but the serum was…” he sighed, “the serum healed them too quickly- they’d always vanish.”

He eyed you again, waiting for a look of disgust or disapproval. But no such look came. You just stroked your fingers over his knuckles. Gave his hand a squeeze. You gave him the time and the space he needed to breathe. To think.

“And one day- I don’t know, I got fed up. The desperation and the anxiety and the fear- it was too much. It all got to me at once. And I wanted the serum out.” His grip on your hand tightened as the flashbacks pulled him under. “I dug my knife into my neck. I ripped the skin open on both sides- I wanted to sever every blood vessel I could. I figured that the more blood I lost, the faster the serum would leave my body. The sooner I'd return to who I was before.”

You nodded. An almost violent sadness vibrated in your chest, but you wouldn’t dare set it free. Not yet anyway. You kept it caged, allowing it to tear and thrash and bite at your insides. Bucky was sure to clam up if he saw just how gutted you were. How heartbroken. And so, you kept your composure. You remained calm. This was his time. 

And when he'd said everything he needed to say and purged every dark memory of those scars, you’d let yourself fall apart. But only then.

“And then things got all fuzzy. Hazy. From the blood loss. And I collapsed. I laid on the floor, watching the red pool around me. And I realized…” He took a deep breath. Why was this so hard to admit? Why did he hesitate? He knew you wouldn’t perceive him as weak or cowardly. Would never see him as pathetic. He knew he could trust you with his heart. But showing just how much he’d struggled ripped off yet another layer of protection. It left him raw. Open. His breathing hitched.

“Realized what, baby?” you spoke as softly as you could manage, easing his words out of hiding.

“I um, I realized it was never about the serum.” He stared at you expectantly, like he wanted you to connect the dots. Wanted you to save him from saying the words. But after a long moment, he forced them out.

“I wanted to die- I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.”

You knew he survived. You knew that he was okay. Still, his words gutted you. A burning sensation tingled inside your nose- but you refused to allow the tears to form. You swallowed every ounce of emotion. Forbade your heartbreak from making an appearance. But Bucky clocked your shaking hand. The slight tremors and twitches vibrated against his vibranium palm.

Sure, you could fight the tears and keep yourself composed- but you couldn’t force your hands to steady. 

He let a sad smile pull his lips upward, “Did you know that everyone who’s attempted suicide off the Golden Gate Bridge and survived immediately regretted jumping? The instant they began falling, they realized they didn’t actually want to die…” A deep breath filled his chest, “And that’s exactly what happened to me.”

A strange relief eased through your body, coating your rigid muscles. Somehow, knowing he instantly regretted his attempt made you feel better- made you feel as though the urge didn’t still lurk in the back of his mind.

“I knew my life was fucked. I was lost, alone, confused. I was homeless. Scared.” A particular darkness overshadowed him as he reflected. He remembered the fear. The isolation. The constant, overwhelming sense of impending doom. He lived in a never-ending state of fight or flight back then, his body always prepared for death. 

But a sudden light banished the sadness, “And then I realized that I had a second chance at life, you know? I was free- from the military, from Hydra. And I told myself that if I survived, I’d figure my shit out. That I’d try to make something of my life- that I owed it to myself to make this work.”

You nodded. It didn't feel like enough of a response. You wanted to tell him you were proud of him, that you loved him. But your mind was blank, save for the image of Bucky bleeding out by his own hand.

“And I’m so glad I made it through, cause- I never imagined I’d find happiness like this. I look back on that time every now and then, and it’s… I mean, it’s horrible. It’s scary. And it’s sad. And I wish I’d never experienced any of it.” A warm, genuine smile broke out across his face. It lifted his features and cleared the storm clouds from his eyes. He stared at you like you were his salvation, “But then I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could tell myself that it gets better. That I won’t be alone forever. That one day, someone will actually care about me.”

The two of you sat in silence, staring at each other. Bucky couldn’t get the look of adoration off his face. When you entered his life, it was like he swallowed the sun. You warmed him from the inside out, filled his life with light. He looked at you, convinced you were heaven-sent.

The dam holding your tears wouldn’t last much longer- you knew it would collapse any second. But you fought to reinforce it. What if Bucky had more to say? What if he needed more time to purge the details of his darkest days? You weren’t going to let your emotions rob him of that- you couldn’t. So, you remained quiet, waiting.

“Anyway…” Bucky said when he finally spoke again. “That’s um, that's where the scars came from. Thank you for listening- I know that was probably hard to hear. And that it wasn’t what you were expecting. But I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. Do you-”

With a guttural sob, you scrambled into his lap. You flung your arms around his neck and secured your body to his- desperate to hold him. To assure yourself that he was real. That he was there. Everything you felt over course of his story came flooding forward, destroying your hard-built dam. The heartbreak and the pain and the utter despair drained from your body in streams of tears. 

But Bucky expected this. He knew how much you loved him, how deeply you cared- not that he ever expected anyone to feel such things for him. He knew his story ripped your heart out. Hearing something so soul crushing about the love of your life- something so dark and painful and scary- broke you. It cut you open and left you bleeding. He knew he’d react the same way if the situation were reversed. 

And so, he simply held you tight and let you cry. He smoothed a hand up and down your back. Left kisses against your cheek. Whispered assurances and soothing words. He whispered your name over and over again to convince you he was alive. He was patient and sweet, giving you the time you needed to process what he’d said. He knew exactly what you needed.

“I love you…” you finally whispered against his neck. 

A quiet, contented hum left Bucky’s chest. “And I love you. I just thought you should know… But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it was too much." The longer you cried, the more regret pooled in Bucky’s chest. It solidified and turned to concrete, sitting heavy on his heart. “I’m sorry for upsetting you-"

You pulled your tear-stained face from the crook of his neck and stared at him with a nearly frightening intensity. “No, don’t apologize. This is your life we’re talking about…” You paused for a moment, only to wipe the tears from your cheeks. 

“Everything that’s happened to you- all the good and all the bad- made you who you are. That moment-” Flashes of Bucky, bleeding and alone, swarmed your brain. The images robbed you of air and sent fresh tears trailing down your face. Bucky gave you as much time as you needed to compose yourself, to remember how to breathe.

“That moment is important. It’s part of your story. A big part. And it’s awful- it's really fucking sad. And it wasn’t easy to hear…” You forced a deep inhale and steadied your voice, “but it’s important. You chose to live. To stay. You made yourself a promise, and you’ve kept it. And I’m really- I'm so proud of you.”

Bucky pulled you back into his body. He basked in your love, in your support and your understanding. And he silently thanked the version of himself who fought to survive. He didn’t choose life all those years ago because he hoped one day he’d find love- but it certainly made his decision far more worth while.

Muffled words vibrated against Bucky’s neck, and he let out a soft laugh. “Can you say that again doll?”

With a dramatic groan, you once again pulled your head from Bucky’s neck. “I’m said… I’m glad- for a lot of reasons- that you took advantage of your second chance. The world would be a much shittier place without you in it.” You untangled your arms from around his neck and rested your palms against his stubbled cheeks. “And if I’m being selfish, I’m glad that you stuck around… cause I can’t imagine my life without you. That whole thing- all that dark shit- it brought you to me.”

Bucky’s lips met yours in an instant. He poured every ounce of his love for you into the kiss. All his devotion. He couldn’t find the words to describe how much you meant to him. How special you were. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to express feelings that strong.

The two of you laid on the couch, enveloped in one another. You held Bucky tight enough to ensure he wouldn’t spontaneously disappear. His head rested on your sternum; your hands tangled in his hair. You breathed together like one being, no seams or sutures to be found.

“I’m glad I finally told you,” he said after a while. “I wanted to get it off my chest, but I just didn’t know how. And the longer I waited, the guiltier I felt for keeping it from you.”

“You don’t have to feel guilty, baby. Not with me.” 

Things quieted again. It was so peaceful and calm that you thought Bucky might’ve fallen asleep. You couldn’t imagine the emotional toll it took to recount his darkest days- hell, you were exhausted from just listening to his story. If he needed to sleep off the turmoil, then so be it.

But a familiar sound broke the silence. Bucky’s stomach rumbled, once again disrupting a peaceful moment.

“Hungry?” you asked with a laugh.

Bucky nodded emphatically against your chest.

“I bet. You barely touched your food.” You removed your hands from his hair, freeing him, “Go heat up some leftovers, Babe.”

He hesitated. His eyes drifted from the containers of brisket, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread before returning to your face. He feared leaving your side, like he thought maybe you’d fall apart if he left you alone. You had to be fragile, still reeling from the awful things he’d said. And he needed to be there for you- his hunger could wait.

But you read his mind. “Buck, I’m okay,” you laughed, “I swear. You can make a trip to the microwave- I’ll be alright.”

With a deep kiss, Bucky leapt into action he snagged his plate off the table and piled it high with everything in sight. It was such a sharp contrast to the old days, the time he spent lost and alone without even a sliver of hope. Some days, he felt like he still sat in square one. Like he hadn’t made much progress or done enough work on himself. But it was moments like these that proved to him- and to you- just how far he’d come. Never again would he wish for death or seek to end his pain forever. He had to live- he wanted to live. For himself. For you.

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Repeat after me // mafia!stucky x fem!reader

Summary: It wasn’t often that you had to attend a party with your boyfriends but today, you found yourself at one, filling you with anxiety and dread. How will the boys react when they find you close to a panic attack and starting to doubt their love for you?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, dom bucky, dom steve rogers, submissive reader, roughsex, multiple orgasms, creampie, spanking, subspace, overstimulation, sir kink, size difference, size kink, aftercare, masturbation (male), handjob, praise kink, anxiety attack, angst

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Can you do kinda like a porno trope thing where the reader is a milf who needs help fixing something and GP beefy mechanic nat comes over to help and they end up having sex after lots of sexual tension (like reader touching Nat’s muscles or nat staring at readers boobs or ass) with daddy kink, praise and breeding

A hot affair

Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: the ask just written down basically

Word count: 2185

Warnings: smut, small angst, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, praising, degrading, slapping, cheating, talks of cnc, anal, reader is a milf

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A knock at your door brought you out of your thoughts as you walked to the front of the house to greet the plumber. The sight you saw wasn’t one that you expected, there stood a tall woman, probably close to six feet with her muscles bulging out of her shirt. She smiled at you as her red hair shined in the sunlight. You composed yourself and let the woman in, staring at her larger ass as she walked inside the house.

Your husband and kids were gone, the kids being at school while your partner was at work until 7:00 PM leaving you and Nat alone. You directed her to the toilet that she had to fix, stating the object won’t flush. She immediately got to work as you made your way into the living room, grabbing your broom and continuing with your sweeping.

Nat was able to figure out the issue in no time, she didn’t understand why your husband was too lazy to fix it himself but at least she’s getting paid. Gathering her tools into her tool box she walked out of the room only to find you bent over using a little broom and dustpan. From here she could see a clear view of your ass as your skirt slightly rose to show a small bit of your white panties. She quietly pulled out her phone and snatched a photo before you turned around, jumping slightly when seeing her.

“Oh god, you scared me!” “Sorry about that, but uh, I finished, the toilet is now working. It was just a small jam in the back, nothing too bad. If you’d like I can show you how to fix it in case it ever happens again.” She was never this nice, maybe it was your attractiveness that made her drawn to you. You hesitantly agreed, now being seemingly nervous around the woman. Once you returned the cleaning item to the kitchen she walked you to the bathroom, resting her hand on your lower back almost touching your butt. When you entered the washroom she made you lean over to look at the back of the small machine, showing you exactly how she repaired it.

“Oh okay, thank you so much. I’ll go get your money, how much did I owe you again.” You grabbed your purse from your room as soon as she finished, trying to get her hands off of you as you remembered you’re married.

Nat sighed before answering, “Uh, it was $186 dollars, you can just send me the money on-” She cut herself off as she saw your now larger looking breasts under your v-line shirt. You looked up to see what she was going to say until you noticed her eyes trained on your slightly exposed chest, bringing your shirt up a bit to cover it as you handled the money. When noticing you were eight dollars short you cursed to yourself under your breath and turned to look at her apologetically.

“I’m eight dollars short, is there any way I could pay you on ApplePay or something?” “Oh no it’s f-” When she was about to finish her sentence she realized her mistake and quickly stopped herself, a smirk growing on her face as she thought of what to do.

“Well, that money is really important and sadly I don’t have ApplePay,” That was a lie. “But not to worry, I think I know another way you could make up for those eight dollars.” You were about to ask how until she leaned in for a bruising kiss making you stumble a bit. You didn’t kiss back, as attractive as she was, you knew you had to stay loyal to your husband even if he is an asshole. When she didn’t feel you kissing back she retreated, looking at you like you just told her that her family died.

“Why aren’t you kissing back?” She asked with pure hurt in her tone, she didn’t know why she felt so much pain from your denial but she did. You looked down, placing your hands on her strong chest as you sighed.

“Nat, I’m married. As hot as you are and as much as I’d love to kiss you, I still have a family.” You started to move away from her but she grabbed your arms before you could, her eyebrows furrowing at your words.

“But your husband is terrible, I heard you two talking on the phone and I mean, do you really want that asshole? He treats you like you’re dirt when you’re clearly not.” Her words made you want to smile but remembering the situation, you held back.

“And if I did kiss you? How do I know you wouldn’t treat me the same way?” She looked like you just stabbed her in the heart, pure betrayal even if you barely knew her.

“Let me show just how well I’ll treat you.” When she leaned in to kiss you, you didn’t back away, you accepted the touch and let your walls fall down. The kiss was sweet, magical even as she used her hands to lightly rub your sides and slide down to grope your bottom. You lightly jumped at the contact and Nat chuckled dryly as she moved her head down to your neck, planning to leave marks that your husband would see from a mile away. You groaned at the feeling of her lightly biting your skin and played with her red locks as she did so, not caring that she was leaving hickeys. Her curious fingers trailed to under your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties as she loathed in the small wet spot lying upon the undergarments.

“Please Nat, please fuck me.” You begged quietly, embarrassed with how needy you sounded.

“You need to be more specific than that baby, you gotta tell me what you need.” “Need your fingers, I need you to fuck me with your fingers!” She groaned and bent you over the counter, tracing your panties once again before inserting the digits into you. You bit your lip to not release any sounds but Nat wasn’t having that, she wanted to hear just how good she was making you feel. Grasping your lower lip she yanked it out of the hold your teeth had on it and made you look at her as her two fingers sped up its pace.

“Look at me when I fuck you sweetheart. Yeah, that’s it, look at daddy.” The title she gave herself shocked you slightly but turned you on, the thought of calling her that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Please daddy! Please fuck me harder!” “You want it harder? You’re such a dirty little slut, begging daddy to fuck you as if she isn’t already.” You nodded, not really knowing what she said but just wanting her to fulfill your request. She complied and thrusted her slick fingers into your tight hole faster, feeling you clench around them. She muttered dirty words under her breath as she listened to your moans and the squelching sounds from your pussy. You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you reached your peak, not warning the younger woman first.

When she realized that you were cumming she quickly removed her fingers, slapping your ass in a warning.

“Did you just cum without permission?” Her words along with the tone scared you, you didn’t realize you had to ask her to cum. You started spewing out apologies as she gave you a disapproving look.

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know I had to ask a-and I didn’t even realize I was going to cum, I promise.” She softened up at your words and you relaxed knowing she wasn’t mad at you.

“Oh my poor baby, you haven’t had an orgasm in a long time, have you?” When you nodded she continued, a cute pout on her face. “Of course you haven’t, I don’t expect that husband of yours to know what he’s doing and you, you my precious angel probably don’t even know how to masturbate.” She could tell what the answer was with your embarrassed face, laughing slightly as she started rubbing her bulge on your backside.

“Fuck, wish I could just fill this sexy ass up with my dick. You’d let me, wouldn't you? You’d let me fuck your ass even if you didn’t want it? You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you even if you didn’t want it, I know you would you perfect little whore.” As much as you wanted to deny it, she wasn’t lying. You wanted so badly for her to take you without your consent, but for now that would just be your dirty little secret. While you were stuck in thought she had already taken off her pants and only when she started rubbing herself on your clit did you return back to the real world. When she alined herself up with your gaping hole you thought she would finally fill you up, but she didn’t. No, she just sat there waiting for you to plead her, waiting for you to take matters into your own hands and lean into her length.

“Beg me for my cock princess, fucking beg me.” “Please daddy, please! I want you to stuff me full so badly! I need you to put your babies in me, need your fat cock filling me up.” Your words made her shutter, thinking about pumping you with so much cum that you get pregnant made her even harder. Pre-cum dripped from her wanting length as she started to slip inside of you slowly, wanting to be careful as to not hurt you. When she was all the way inside of you she didn’t move, she waited for your thumbs up which you quickly gave, wanting her to fuck you already.

“Mm, so tight princess, can barely even fit.” Her arms wrapped around your torso as she started a slow pace, only quickening when you begged her to go faster.

“My little slut wants me to destroy their pussy? They want me to use their tight little hole as a fleshlight, use you for my pleasure only?” When you nodded it was like something switched inside of her, she slammed her cock in and out of you as you shook beneath her, your breasts bouncing back and forth with every move. She removed one of her arms around you and slapped your ass repeatedly, watching as the smooth skin turned a shade of red. She brought her fingers to trace your buttock, teasing the small hole that layed upon it.

“Will you let me finger your ass baby? I would use my cock but I’m a little busy fucking your perfect little pussy.” She didn’t give you time to respond as she slowly started to sink her digit into your ass, moving in and out without giving you time to breathe.

“Daddy! Too much!” She shook her head even though you couldn’t see it, denying what you said.

“No, no, no sweetheart, it’s not too much. You can take it, just be my good girl and let daddy play with you. You said you’d let me do anything I wanted right? Even without your consent?” You yelled out a ‘yes!’ as you barely even gave it time to think about, just aiming to please Nat in whatever way she wanted. She chuckled dryly and added a second finger, watching as your face contorted into a pained one.

“Daddy, think I’m gonna cum. Can I cum please?” Noticing you fixed your earlier mistake and asked to cum made her smile, as much as she wanted to torture you for hours and not let you have that release she knew you so desperatly needed it.

“Cum for daddy baby, be my good little toy and cum all over my cock.” With her permission you finally let go, your legs shaking as the pleasure coursed through you. Nat finally let herself finish as she came inside of you, filling up your cunt like she wanted so badly.

“I’m cumming baby, let me fill this fucking pussy with my cum. I’ll make sure you get pregnant, wanna watch as your stomach grows all big and round, these sexy tits getting full with milk. I promise I’ll take care of you, I’ll fuck you everyday and make sure you stay pregnant, you’ll never have to see that shitty excuse of a husband ever again.” You could barely register her words as you were too engrossed in getting yourself off.

When your breathing returned to a normal and Nat finally pulled out she fingered her come back inside of you and licked them clean, slowly removing her other digits out of your tight ass and watching as it clenched around nothing. She grabbed a notepad and a pen, writing down her number and handing it to you.

“I want you to call me over the weekend, make sure your husband is here so he can hear how well I’m fucking you.”

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