thinking about ava after a particularly bad day...
perhaps a conference gone wrong—not a surprise, yet it still had an impact on her fragile reputation. valentina organized press conferences almost every day with the excuse of people needing to know the new avengers better and with the hopes of making them gain credibility.
now, ava was smart. she had been trained to understand high value missions and, at one point, it was her purpose. so, she couldn't understand why such simple questions paralyzed her or why her mind didn't seem to process the letters written on a piece of paper.
in another time. this would've been enough to shut everyone in her life out—momentarily—, because god help whoever saw ava starr in a vulnerable position. however, you were now in her life, and shutting you out was something she tried her best not to do.
words weren't her thing; actions were better. in the safety of your apartment, her body found yours automatically—arms tightly wrapped around your waist, head buried in your neck. she let you comfort her, allowed herself to be taken care of, knowing you wouldn't judge her.
when she eventually managed to say just how stupid the reason she got upset was—phrasing it exactly like that—, she let you scold her. it was soft, though, the way you tried to get her to understand feeling things wasn't stupid. she wasn't used to making mistakes and the strange sensation that coursed through her body after making one was still unfamiliar to her.
but she was learning and, according to you, that mattered.
the rest of the day went by with your girlfriend holding onto you like a lifeline. when night came, the two of you finally got out of bed just to order chinese food—and ava's complaint about how terrible it was while having her mouth full of noodles was a routine you never got tired of.
moments like this made ava realize why being alone wasn't always the answer. despite valentina, despite her team of lovable idiots, you made life worth trying.
⤷ cw: implied smut, meant to be pre-s1!cate, maybe a bit ooc!cate (hopefully not, idk lol), short drabble.
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it was no secret how touch-starved cate was—she wasn't subtle, why would she? why would she hide how much she wanted you? how much she needed you around?
it was weird, at first; having to walk around campus while feeling so clingy towards you—while the only thing on her mind was to sneak into your dorm and finally have you all to herself—, though the nerves and slight embarrassment died down when you reassured her you loved that part of her.
cate dunlap needed that love, and it meant the world coming from you.
so, every day at night, she was with you—cuddled and wrapped around your body like she belonged there. whether you guys were watching something, making out, or simply enjoying each others' presence, she lived for intimate moments with you. she lived for feeling your hands on her body, your skin against hers, and wished she could have her bare fingers around yours.
she could, obviously, cate dunlap could do anything if she truly put her mind into it, but she was terrified. despite how many times you had talked about it—about her powers, about her trauma, about her not being a monster—, it still wasn't enough to calm her troubled mind.
not until one night, where your lips wouldn't leave hers no matter what, where your palms slowly roamed over every part of her sensitive body. when your digits faintly brushed against the hem of her long, black gloves, she froze—goosebumps covering her skin—. you felt the stare of her gorgeous blue eyes the moment you broke the kiss, heart pounding at the mixture of desire and hesitation visible in her orbs.
you would never push cate to do anything she didn't want to, yet the words "i trust you, can i?" left your swollen lips without doubt. sure, she was the most attractive girl you had ever seen—her body moved with calculated precision, her voice sounded like sin and paradise—, but sex with her had never been on the top of your to-do list.
you got your reply as she leaned in again, pressing her lips against yours delicately—fearful, vulnerable. she was opening up to you in a way she had never done with anyone else, not even herself. to believe she could control herself, especially in such a situation, was something she had trouble even thinking about.
but she knew she could rely on you, she knew she could trust you, and you had always been the one to hold power over her rather than the other way around—which was usually what happened—.
you took your time—you allowed her to warm up before undressing her, you took pleasure in kissing every part of her flesh and listening attentively to her little reactions. and when there was no trace of hesitation left in her eyes, you tenderly pulled the fine gloves down her forearm, exposing her pale skin.
cate's new life hadn't been easy, but you were the best thing to had ever happened to her—and that night, where she was finally allowed to crumble, you only proved even more how perfect you were.
okay not participating in this year's kinktober (yall know i'm a freak and i'd love to participate, but i'm pretty sure yall also know frequently posting isn't my thing 😭) BUTTT i will offer yall more smut fics ☝️
i just know ava starr loves cooking—but cooking with you? there was nothing better than that.
maybe it wasn't even considered cooking with you because she didn't really help most of the times, she simply stayed glued to your back—her arms wrapped around your waist, forehead pressed against the back of your head—. it made you wonder how she doesn't cramp up after staying like that for so long.
the only disadvantage was when you needed to blend something. her senses were too heightened to be considered a benefit, so the loud buzzing quickly became a bother—the reason for a bad mood and a deadly headache—.
sure, she had a pair of high-quality, noise-cancelling ear plugs you got her the moment you noticed how affected she was by harsh noises, but she was too proud and stubborn to wear them. or well, that was until she once accidentally lashed out at you and then phased away.
she was already aware of how she didn't deserve you—and those little moments of hers were only a reminder of how you deserved to be with someone whose emotions were more stable. you were more than willing and patient to wait for the time where she could regulate herself properly, and obviously offer her the help she needed—and she would accept it, surprisingly, because you were everything she had.
so, when she slipped out of her room one cold morning and pressed herself against your back—a routine her body already followed automatically—, she immediately mumbled: "that won't happen again..."
well, her words weren't exactly mumbled.
she spoke louder than needed—and her proximity only made her sweet voice rumble in your ears even more. so, when you turned around, the first thing you noticed was the little silicones poking out of her ears.
"are you...?" you questioned softly, a bright smile quickly forming on your lips at the realization that she was, indeed, wearing the ear plugs.
ava didn't hear a word of what you said but she understood what you meant thanks to her ability of reading lips—something she learned during her lovely childhood—.
she simply nodded her head before moving her hands to hold your hips and turn you around again, burying her head on your shoulder and focusing on whatever you were making—ignoring the feelings coursing through her body—.
the impact you had on her was good—and ava starr deserved to finally have some good in her life.
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godd i have the angstiest idea everrrr for an ava x reader fic but i can't do it bc there's no difference between "te amo" and "te quiero" in english 😭😭😭
in the span of two/three months, god has given me two situationships that feel like a punishment 😭😭
the first one ended quicker than intended plus left the two of us confused
the second and current one i'm in makes me feel like she just wants to fuck despite how many times she's mentioned wanting to be my girlfriend (big plus... we met FOUR days ago. that's way too fast, even in lesbian time)
sexting is so wild to me bc wdym i'm getting so turned on over some simple texts??? what happened to the real intimacy? to her body's warmth???? god help me
( summary ) in which your girlfriend's unusually needy.
( pairing ) f!bucky barnes x reader.
( content warnings ) 18+ making out. thigh riding. just jamie being needy.
( author's note ) welcome to the female buckyverse.. pauline ily thank you for this request <3 many more jamie barnes coming your way .ᐟ
if there was one thing jamie never did, it was beg. plead. ask for attention. yuck.
she wouldn't dare. it made her feel needy, the idea of relying on someone else for affection─ the idea of relying on someone else in general.. it made her queasy. the feeling never failed to remind her of her times of mental captivity, when she was forced to rely on hydra for everything. she never wanted to feel like that again.
and she hasn't. not since you.
you sweet thing. you've learned to read her tells, the slight way her hand tightens around your thigh, just waiting for you to take it and pull her closer. it's routine at this point, which is why today shocked you.
you were always home hours before jamie, working in everyone's corporate nightmare of a cubicle while the veins in her muscles flexed and sweat dripped down her back working construction. good way to put that metal arm of hers to work, huh? but like any good girlfriend, you tried to keep the place tidy while she was clocked in, not wanting to cause additional and unnecessary stress. she already complained enough about the assholes she worked with.
she let out a heavy sigh as the front door shut behind her, head lolling back against the wood with a soft groan. your head perked up from your book, glancing through the doorway of the bedroom as you caught her exhausted form in the entryway. "baby? you home?"
a tired hum escaped her throat as she pushed off the door, trudging her way over as she leaned against the doorway. "hey, babydoll," jamie spoke softly, her gaze sweeping your relaxed form on the bed. "you look comfy."
you shrugged. "just bored. waiting for you."
her lip quirked up at that, stepping further into the room as her lips pressed against your temple. the raw scent of her overworked self flooded your senses, sweat and woody amber filling your nostrils as she tucked a hair behind your ear. "missed you."
"missed you, too," you hummed in response, pressing a fleeting kiss to her palm as you looked up at her. "work alright today?"
she grunted. not a good sign.
"s'alright," she shrugged, stretching softly and scratching her neck. "just.. dickheads, y'know?"
"you've told me many times."
"glad you listen," she shot back with a small smirk as she hung her belt in the closet, letting out yet another sigh. "just need to shower 'n i'll be with you, alright mama?"
you nodded, humming a soft agreement as your gaze returned to the book in your lap, hearing the door to the bathroom shut in the background. time had either moved too fast or you were too consumed by the pages in your hands because the weight of a certain super soldier settled on your legs, head pressing against your stomach.
you peered down at jamie over the spine of your book, letting out a soft hum as you set it aside, running a slow hand through her hair. "good shower, i take it?" you asked softly, smile tugging on your lips as you watched her practically nuzzle against you.
"baby."
"hm."
"you.. okay?" your eyebrow arched as your hand kept steady, untangling her stubborn locks with each pass of your digits. you were almost concerned. the last time she was this clingy was.. well, never.
..is she sick?
"m'fine," she muttered out against your skin, pressing a soft kiss against your midriff as her arms wrapped around your waist. "just miss you."
your hand slid down to cup her cheek, feeling her lean into your touch as her chin tilted up slightly, her eyes just barely visible past her brunette ends. your breath caught quietly, catching the silent pleading in her gaze as jamie stared up at you.
"mama," she whispered, her arms tightening around your waist as she shifted, her body hovering over yours as her eyes held persistent in their silent ask. you gave a soft hum, arms wrapping around her neck as you tugged her closer, body hot and pressing against yours.
she must have been having a stroke, you thought. this was her way of asking for affection, for attention. you couldn’t complain, though. not with the way her tongue slipped past your lips, exploring the previous claimed territory that was your mouth. your tongue mixed with hers, a familiar dance between the muscles as her hands slipped under your top, fingers inspecting the expanse of your back. she shifted slightly, one thigh between your legs and vice versa as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss and pushing you back onto the bed.
the two of you made out like that for a while, hands around her neck sliding up into her hair as you tugged, nails dragging softly down your back as you exchanged moans and whines down each other's throats. you couldn't pinpoint exactly when jamie's hips started to grind against your leg, but the moment she gasped softly against your lips, you felt the slick that built up against your thigh.
"baby," you whispered out, gaze flickering between watching her hips catch against your knee and the way her face contorted with each movement against your body.
"shut up," she shot back quickly, eyes fluttering shut as her lip caught between her teeth, knees pressing firmly against the mattress as she used you to get herself off. "just.. let me─ fuck─"
you were damn near in a trance. your almost always stone top of a girlfriend was riding your thigh, and the only thing you could do was watch. not like you wanted to do anything else. your view of this was too fuckin' sweet.
you held yourself up by your elbows, breath labored as your gaze swept your self serving partner; watching the way sweat clung to her hairline, her wetness staining her boxers, causing them to stick to your skin like velcro─ the way she was simply using you, manipulating your body for her own pleasure. god, it all made your cunt pulse.
you could tell jamie was close, her airy moans shifting to frustrating grunts as the pressure of your thigh and the fabric of her boxers rubbed her clit just right, yearning to chase that feeling. your head tilted as you watched, your view similar to that of one in a movie theater as you watched her brows stitch togther.
"need help?" you asked softly, lip gnawed swollen as your leg shifted underneath her, moving opposite her hips as she let out a low moan. "babydoll," she gritted out, fists wrapped tight around the sheets beneath her as her hips kept active. "keep─ fuck, don't stop─"
your eyes brightened as you heard her plead, hands reaching her hips as you tugged her closer, your knee pressing up against her legs. "oh.. fuck, baby─ that's─ nghh, cummin'!"
you watched in pride as she fell apart, her head lolling forward against your shoulder as her thighs clamped around your own, trembling softly as jamie struggled to catch her breath. she shifted closer after a moment, face pressed against the crook of your neck with a quiet groan. "these were fresh boxers."
"i wasn't the one who started grinding on my leg," you hummed softly, running a slow hand through her hair as she let out an unimpressed laugh against your neck.
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