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Safely Bound

Safely Bound:  A Black Widow Fanfic

Buy me a coffee Character Pairing:  Maria Hill x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  1684

Warnings:  Smut (FFF threesome, Domme/Sub, BDSM, bondage, anal play, toys, plugs, vibrators, oral sex, face sitting, spanking, forced orgasm, nipple clamps, aftercare).

Synopsis:  Bound tightly by Natasha and Maria, spanked and forced to orgasm, you know you are completely safe.

Safely Bound

Natasha and Maria carefully wrapped the cord around you.  You were already feeling that light, fuzzy sensation you got during a session.  There was something about being bound the way you were.  You would think it would make you feel trapped.  Being tied as completely as you were now was restricting.  You really couldn’t move at all.  Your arms were bound tightly across your chest, while your legs were bound against themselves so they were permanently bent.  You were trapped completely.

Rather than feeling trapped though.  You felt safe.  Natasha and Maria had you and you knew what was coming.  There would be pain, yes.  But there would be pleasure too and the mix would set you alight.

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this made me giggle

Y/N: I invited 17 people over to watch a movie tonight. You wanna join?

Carol: Sure, but why so many people?

Y/N: The DVD box said “18+ viewers”.

Carol, under her breath: You dumbass…

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As a huge Dodgers fan, the amount of joy this brings me is just

Dodgers game w/ Lizzie 💙

Moodboard Masterlist

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This is so cute and soft!

♡ 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡

a/n: I don't know what else to say about this except enjoy soft caretaker Wanda! This is just pure fluff

request: 'Wanda taking care of a sick reader but it's so cute because readers all drowsy and whining and out of it "i want my girlfriend i want her to hold me i want her to be here" cue a reader crying because she wants her girlfriend (wanda) but readers too sick to realize that wanda is here so wandas just like "im here princess, mommy's here" and wanda is so gentle and soft with reader 🥺'

warnings: light mommy kink in which r calls Wanda 'mommy' as well as Wanda referring to herself once; reader is sick with the flu

summary: you've been working yourself silly with missions and the stress has finally caught up with you. Now you've got the flu, but your ever caring girlfriend, Wanda, is there to help

words: 1.4K

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Everything hurt.

Your favorite blanket scratched against your skin painfully, itching and trapping you in a too hot cocoon of needles. In some hellish twist, you’d come down with the flu after your most recent mission and you were of course benched until you could be cleared as fully healed. Technically you needed the rest, having gone from mission to mission with little down time for the past month. Most likely the hard work and long hours is what left you vulnerable to the virus, but did it really count as time off if you were facing an entire week suffering in bed?

You tossed and turned to free yourself from your prison, whining when you couldn’t muster the strength to break out. Exhaustion forced you to give up for the time being, but you could swear you could feel your skin melting off with the heat. The quiet bedroom left you alone with no distractions. To make matters worse, the one person you wanted was gone, seemingly having left for an unforeseeable amount of time. You thought she'd been there earlier, but the day was so hazy, it hurt to even try to string together what you’d done earlier. Either way, you wanted her right now. “Wand-!” It was meant to be a shout for attention, but something choked you and sent you into a coughing fit. Your throat was like sandpaper, there was no chance of calling for her louder. It was hopeless.

“Eh…” You turned over onto your stomach with a heavy flop, feeling pathetic and depressed with how sick you’d grown. It was worse without Wanda; she was so caring and gentle. You wanted her comforting aura to come and kiss away all your aches and pains. Dealing with sickness alone wasn’t new obviously. Years of life on the run and false aliases meant you were no stranger to taking care of yourself, having dragged yourself out of bed to brave the walk to the pharmacy for medicine way too many times to count. For better or for worse, you’d gotten used to Wanda’s nurturing presence and expected her to be around or nearby most of the time to help you through and now you were dependent. With a grimace you realized the witch had trapped you without you noticing. You needed her.

“That meaniebutt.” If you were less delirious maybe you’d have a better insult.

✣ ✣ ✣

Deep in your sulking and slumbering state, you missed the sound of your door creaking open, an anxious Wanda creeping through as quietly as she could manage. “Y/n? I’m back, detka.” She had as many things as she could carry on her makeshift nursing tray- flu medicine, water, orange juice, tea (she couldn’t decide which beverage would help you best), tissues, and a damp rag; maybe she’d gone a little overboard. She dreaded leaving you in such a state, having been stuck by your bedside since last night when you first started sneezing, and wanted to bring as much as she could at once to reduce how long she had to be away. Securely placing the high-piled tray on the nightstand, Wanda kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the bed. She would’ve worried about disturbing you by sitting so close, but doubted you even felt the mattress move with how you somehow managed to take each layer of blankets from your shared bed and become a fully realized burrito.

After allowing herself a laugh with how your sleeping form wiggled like a worm, she took pity and worked on untangling you as slowly as she could so as not to startle you. “How’d you get so caught up, hm? I was only gone for half an hour.” Freedom allowed Wanda to take in your face, puffy, red, and sniffly. Her poor darling. She saw your eyelids fluttering and thought maybe she could keep you awake long enough to take your medicine. You’d fought her on it earlier, something about ‘medicine is for squares,’ but she won by promising you juice and forehead kisses once you cooperated. If all went well, she’d win this afternoon match. “Wake up, love. It’s time to drink your medicine.”

A cool hand was brushing sweat-laden hair from your face as you roused from sleep and you instinctively leaned into the touch. But then the dreaded word: medicine. “No way.” Your cheeks puffed out and you tried to snuggle back under your quilt, preferring the irritation of your plush cave to any possibility of icky cough syrup.

Wanda sighed, preparing to bribe you again, but all too soon you were rolling away from her. “Ah ah, come back here, you,” she reached out to pull you back from the mattress’ edge and tried to bring you safely into her arms, but you resisted. “Don’t be fussy, I promise it’ll be quick if you get it over with and then you’ll get all the cuddles you can possibly stand.” The promise of being held by your girlfriend almost never failed to change your mind, but this time you continued squirming in her grasp. “Baby, what’s the matter? Don’t you want me to stay with you?”

“No!” Your fists hit the mattress with surprising strength, taking almost all of your energy to raise them and kick at the air. “I want my girlfriend! I want her to hold me and stay with me!” This was all too overwhelming; first you were sick, then you’d been woken up after finally getting to sleep, and now Wanda was nowhere to be found. You were miserable, sleepy, achy, and you missed your girlfriend, this sucked. You were crying before you realized it, but being too weak-willed to hold back, quiet sobs turned into all out bawling, still tossing and turning in the unfamiliar hold that just would not let up on your shoulders.

Oh. Her girlfriend was really that out of it… you didn’t recognize that she was right there, that she hadn’t left you alone with an unfamiliar caretaker. It tugged at her heartstrings more than she liked to admit. Wanda set you back on a pillow, ensuring you wouldn’t hit your head in your childish tantrum. Satisfied for the time, she readjusted and tried a new approach: moving your head into her lap. Thankfully you’d tired of fidgeting for the most part, settling for pitiful whines and pleas for the girlfriend who you hadn’t yet realized was taking care of you this whole time. Wanda was determined to soothe you one way or another, whoever you thought was looking after you. “I’m here, princess. Mommy’s here.” She grabbed the cloth she’d brought, hoping the cool wetness would bring you back to your senses even a bit.

You welcomed the relief of the cold compress and although still grumpy, your body relaxed atop soft thighs to accept the help. After a time, you grew aware of sweet singing from a voice that could only belong to one person. The song was accompanied by a lone finger brushing back and forth over your overheated cheeks and your spirits lifted instantly. “Mommy…?” God, you were so tired. Opening your eyes fully felt like pulling apart jail bars, but you needed to see her. As soon as you met those kind eyes you melted. She was there; she didn’t leave you. Comfortable as you were, the distance was too much for you. Wiggling away from the compress on your forehead, you scrambled to sit up only to force yourself into Wanda’s lap. The sudden movements left your foggy head dizzy and you slumped against your girlfriend, head laid out on her shoulder, arms heavy around her waist. “You came back.”

Wanda shook her head; the sick version of you apparently came with an endearing silliness. “My love, I only went to the store to get stuff for you. I expected I’d get back before you woke up, but you must’ve been awake for a little while I was out. I’d never think of leaving my sick little girl all alone to fend for herself.” The tip of her finger poked your stuffy nose, eliciting a soft sneeze. In typical Wanda fashion, her sweet words left you putty in her arms, helpless to argue that she could’ve left a note even if you wanted to. “You’re the one who didn’t recognize me. I should be offended!” Her tone held no real anger, only teasing, but still you pouted in protest.

“I’ve got a fever, you can’t be mad…” You put on the saddest puppy expression you could muster and Wanda arched a disapproving eyebrow. “I’m sorry, mommy,” you gave Wanda a tight squeeze as apologies, hugging her for comfort much like you would your favorite stuffed animal.

“I’m not mad, but you do have a fever, baby.” She craned her neck to kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear, “so you’d better be a good girl and take your medicine.”

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hufflepuff/slytherin friendships are the best and most terrifying thing ever because i am positive that if 2 people were two take over the world it would be a slytherin and a hufflepuff 

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by karendelavegart

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Natasha, to Clint: I’ll never forget how blunt of a wingman you were…

[Flashback]

Clint: Excuse me, Maria? My best friend wants to make out with someone.

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I LOVE Melanie martinez !!

kinda random ask but who are your top 5 artists/bands/groups? and do you like The Weeknd, The Neighborhood, and Lana Del Ray?

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YES I LOVE THOSE THREE! Especially The Neighborhood. As for my top 5, here they are:

• Lady Gaga

• Caliban

• Melanie Martinez

• Bad Bunny

• Billie Eilish

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puppy reader taking a nap in the cupboards because it's obviously the perfect place to nap but when r wakes up they can't get out. Mommy Wanda comes home and cant find r anywhere until she hears whining from the kitchen and finds things all over the floor and a cupboard door slightly open and r is curled up inside

Mommy Wanda finding you nomming on a cookie too because of course you opened the cookie jar even though you’re not supposed to. You’re just trying to eat your cookie but feel so overwhelmed about being stuck that you’re sobbing. You make grabby hands to Wanda who sighs, shakes her head, but helps you out regardless. You’re such a little menace of a puppy. Wanda will make you clean everything up too and has to remind herself to lock the cookie jar in a safe or something. You’re just all giddy and happy immediately after you get out, pretending you are innocent and hugging mommy tight

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I- 🥵

I haven't seen this one on your dash, but R losing her memory of Wanda and the twins and everything and Wanda getting all desperate to make you remember but like the rest of the Avengers send you far away to recover and to perhaps heal and be normal but Wanda can't let you go so she follows and poses as your neighbor and starts stalking you but you are reluctant because... You like women? Men?

And Wanda decides if you don't remember her she will need to make you understand it is her all you need

This is giving me yandere Wanda vibes. She is so obsessed with you that she won’t see reason. She takes her time preying upon you, watching you from her window, giving you sweets she bakes every once in awhile, inviting you over for dinner, breaking into your house, etc. Wanda would be so taken by you until one day she snaps after trying to get you to be hers again for so long. You wake up only to find yourself all tied up and with her on top of you, her hands tugging at your clothes and tearing them to shreds so she can see your beautiful body once again. Wanda would tilt her head as you begin to panic, a maniacal smirk on her face. “Did you miss me? Because mommy missed you so much, baby.”

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Coworker!Nancy who looks all innocent and sweet with the glasses on, but really she’s kinda crazy so the second you’re nice and befriend her, she becomes obsessed. Nancy will keep her cool though, hanging out with you outside of work and bringing you lunch here and there, but after a couple of months of seeing other coworkers flirt with you, she loses it.

She catches you working late one night and decides to make you hers, bending you over the desk and forcing multiple orgasm out of you while saying things like “do you think anyone else can make you feel this good? hm? my dumb baby can’t even speak because of good she feels how cute.” i also feel like she’d praise you a lot bc of how obsessed she is with you…

and you dont ever see or feel any bad vibes from Nancy, but you do notice that when you guys start dating your other coworkers cower away from you two and when you ask her about it she’s just like “don’t worry your pretty little head about it baby. they’re just jealous.” when in reality she blackmailed all of them into staying away from you 🤭

biting my fist screaming rn im so fucking obsessed with nancy being obsessive. she'd be so calculating, noting everything she can about you. she surprises you when she notices that you've worked through your lunch break n she brings you your favorite!

and just. uhhghnf. both of u working on an article or something together. nancy asking you if you'll stay late with her that night because she wants to get ahead of your deadline. her sitting incredibly close to you while she looks over your shoulder at what you're typing. she watches your eyes dart to her lips as she talks....and then her lips are on yours, she's pulling you up so she can press you onto your desk, groaning at how your legs automatically wrap around her....

and her subtly telling everyone to back the fuck away from you <3 ugh she's soooo romantic

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stepsis nancy stealing your clothes while you’re in the shower, leaving on the tiniest washcloth behind, forcing you to come out dripping wet and naked and humiliated, practically everything on display as she waits outside the door with her camera. smile and say tiddies for the cameraaaaa

say tiddies is killing me but also. please. please i wanther to be so mean

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I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN YOU OPENED REQUESTS!!! any chance you could write a pietro fic where reader is an avenger and in a battle one of the bad guys has some illusion power and makes them think she died and pietro loses his shniz, but she takes the bad guy out and they find out she’s just injured and pietro is all over her.

at the end of the day - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: a mission goes haywire, and pietro is sure you’ve left him.

word count: 3343

tw: violence, mention of death, blood, and severe injuries

a/n: hi!!! thanks for the request! hope this did your idea justice :)

BEFORE ANY AND EVERY MISSION, Pietro Maximoff had a script. Ever since the battle against Ultron in Sokovia when the team had almost lost Pietro, he took it upon himself to make sure it’d never happen to any other members; in other words, you.

“Be selfish,” he’d tell you, in a small, secluded corner of the Quinjet where he’d dust off your shoulders and let his hands linger. “Don’t sacrifice yourself for anything. At the end of the day, you come first, yes?”

“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes, knowing you would do no such thing. “You too.”

Pietro would purse his lips, giving a slow, unconvincing nod and averting his eyes down whilst lowering his hands back down to his sides. He’d stand there before you, silent, and you’d stand there, watching him, waiting. 

Something about this specific mission, however, was different. Pietro gave his speech as always, however, this time his jaw was clenched, his hands fidgeting at his sides. The ‘bad guy’, like Peter Parker often referred to him as, had something they hadn’t gone up against before; it was like he could manipulate their senses, make them see things that weren’t there, make them doubt their reality. 

Wanda could do such things, which eased Pietro’s nerves a bit, however, the foe the group was up against had a level of power that he was unsure if Wanda could match. She had only just begun using her power for good, and he wasn’t sure if she could control it so well. And it wasn’t like he was much help, either— all he could do was run around and hope to god that the other guy would pass out from a quick punch on the jaw.

The ride on the Quinjet felt like it lasted forever; Pietro, after racing to snag Peter Parker’s usual seat beside you, had had his legs positioned where his knee was touching yours for practically the whole flight; neither of you had bothered to move or mention it. The one measly hour it took to fly out to where your foe was located felt like a million, but it seemed to feel less scary when you were so preoccupied with Pietro’s presence beside you.

“You okay?” he murmured when it was time to get off the Quinjet. You hummed and nodded.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Are you?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah.”

You didn’t believe him, but you didn’t push him further. He was nervous, you could tell that much, whether it be based on the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot or the way he kept repeatedly pressing on his knuckles as though to crack them again and again. 

Just before the team left the Quinjet, Steve Rogers gave one of his infamous speeches that you didn’t bother paying attention to, too busy fiddling with the lining of your suit and the adjustment of your gloves. When he finished, and the group of you descended from the aircraft, you kept your eyes off of Pietro (knowing he’d distract you) and tried your best to focus on the matter at hand. 

The man (if he was even that) the team was up against had been found to have distant ties with H.Y.D.R.A., loosely related to the Red Skull. According to Tony, he had hopes of gaining power and taking over New York at first, then the East Coast, followed by the nation. Tony had said it would be better to nip it in the bud now rather than waiting for a larger threat.

His headquarters was dark and damp, the air reeking of wet moss and rotten corpses. It was like a dungeon, you thought; all you needed was a magic mirror and you’d think this was a fantasy novel. Pietro stayed relatively close to you whether you liked it or not, and the feeling of his eyes on you never faded as you delved deeper into the building.

“Not here, huh,” Tony had observed, glancing around, the swish of his Iron Man suit echoing throughout the damp basement. His eyes trailed down the tunnels that split off the main room, trailing down into quiet darkness. “Okay, we’ll split up. Rhodey and I go one way, Cap and Wilson over there... Nat, Wanda, and Barton, Thor and Banner, and then... L/N and Speedy over there.”

Pietro and you traded glances. Tony turned to Steve.

“Is it a good idea to put them together?” he asked dryly. Steve shrugged.

“Eyes on the mission,” was all he said to the pair of you, staring specifically at Pietro, who lifted his hands up in defense and feverishly nodded his head. Steve nodded and turned to Sam Wilson, jerking his head to his left; off the two of them went.

Wanda came over to Pietro, brushing your shoulder comfortingly with her palm before muttering something in Sokovian to Pietro. He replied in his native tongue before pulling her in for a quick hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“See you, Y/N,” she bid you goodbye. You pursed your lips in a smile and waved. Pietro sighed, facing you.

“Let’s go, then,” Pietro said, his arm brushing yours as he led the pair of you down one of the tunnels. You spared one glance at the main room, watching everyone split up, before you bit the inside of your cheek and followed Pietro into the tunnel.

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PIETRO DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT. SOMETHING inside of his chest was tightening, flipping, and it certainly wasn’t the same as the butterflies he was feeling earlier. On the jet, his stomach had been fluttering and turning, but he knew that was because of the way his knee rested against yours. The way you held eye contact for just a second longer than usual, your e/c eyes wide. That was a very different nervousness. The one he felt currently was, perhaps, his intuition warning him. Or maybe it was just the smell of the wet tunnels making him sick.

“Should we turn back?” you asked warily, stopping and staring down at the endless darkness of the tunnel. You held up the end of your flashlight, the light fading into the black. “We’ve been walking for so long and haven’t found anything.”

“Don’t know,” Pietro said unsurely, squinting into the abyss ahead. “Maybe something is further up. See, look ��what is that, a light? Something’s flashing.”

“I don’t see anything,” you said from behind him, lowering your flashlight. “Pietro, I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“So do I,” he admitted, glancing down at you, watching as you fidgeted with the flashlight. Sighing, he ran a hand through his white-blonde hair, scratching at his scalp before placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing his thumb into your collarbone. He felt you shiver. “But we gotta keep going, okay? Stark’ll be pissed if he finds out we bailed.”

“I’m not saying we bail,” you clarified, your darkened blush hidden by the darkness. “Just saying it seems fruitless.”

“If nothing comes up in the next hour, we’ll go back, all right?”

You pouted. “Fine.”

The pair of you kept walking; Pietro tried to keep his mind on the matter at hand, trying his very best to ignore the goosebumps he kept getting every time your hand brushed his. At one point, the back of his hand accidentally brushed your thigh, and he purposefully picked up his pace so as to make it seem like it never happened. 

The light at the end of the tunnel got slightly brighter, giving him a sliver of confidence that maybe the pair of you would find something. Pursing his lips, he grabbed your arm suddenly and said, “I’m gonna speed us down there. Hold on.”

He looped his arm around your torso and picked you up before racing down the tunnel towards the light; it was blinking, he realized, as you two got closer. His hands tightened around your torso as he slowed down, letting his fingers linger on your waist just as he let you down.

“What is it?” you wondered as Pietro ran his hands over the side of the tunnel. 

The light was coming from the bottom, as though there was a hidden door and the light came from the crack at the bottom. Pietro let his hands find a divot in the metal walls, and when he pulled, he felt the wall come loose. He grinned at you, smirking. “Bingo.”

You were still frowning, however, now he could see the clear red tint on your cheeks. You huffed and gestured your hands as though for him to enter through the passage first, glancing up at him through your lashes. The butterflies in his stomach flapping their wings, he rolled his eyes and complied.

The room, he saw, was what looked like a laboratory back in Sokovia when he and Wanda volunteered at HYDRA. He stepped in, lips parted and brows furrowed at the sight of the place. Just as he entered the room entirely, however, he felt the door slam behind him, and then watched with panicked eyes as the lines of the door disappeared entirely as though they were never there at all.

“PIETRO?” he heard you scream from the other side, followed by the banging of fists on the wall. He shouted your name out, dragging his hands along the wall to try and find that divot again; to no avail. “Pietro, there’s— there’s something in here!”

“I’m coming!” he yelled, banging on the now blank wall. “Don’t move, I’m— I’m trying to get through!”

“Pietro, help! Quickly!” he heard you shout, your voice cracking with terror. “Please, it’s— I don’t know what it is!”

His heart had dropped, a sick feeling of dread flooding up through his chest and stomach as he brought all his force to the door with the weight of his shoulder, throwing himself at the wall to try and break through. He could hear you bawling, fists still slamming against the wall. 

You screamed for him again, gasping with each breath, the banging of yours fists fading. You then, all at once, fell quiet; he could hear your staggered breaths, tiny whimpers escaping your lips.

“Y/N?” he called. “What’s happening?”

“It’s right in front of me,” he heard you whisper. “Please, Pietro...!"

Tears had escaped his eyes now, his breathing becoming uneven as he heard a screech from something unfamiliar followed by a cry from you. He shouted for you, jogging backwards before putting all his force into a running start to crash against the wall. Just as he collided with the wall, it popped open, and he tumbled through, rolling onto the wet floor of the tunnel. 

Lifting himself off, he wiped off his hands, the light from the open door letting him see the red stains his hands had left on the blue-silver of his suit. Panicked, he scrambled to his feet and glanced around before his eyes landed on none other than you, shaking, curled up against the wall, your entire front covered in your own blood.

“Y/N,” he gasped, falling to his knees and wiping the hair out from in front of your eyes. “No, no, I— I tried to get to you, I couldn’t—”

“Pietro—” you started to cough, blood spilling from your tongue and coating your plump lips. “Where— where were you?”

Your voice was wobbly, your face pale and your skin cold. You couldn’t meet his eyes, e/c irises blankly staring off. 

“I— the door, it— it closed behind me, I didn’t know—”

“It got me,” you sputtered, more blood spilling from between your lips. You wiped them off with your sleeve. “It got me, Piet.”

“No, no, you’re gonna be fine,” he tried to reassure you, salty tears streaming down his face. He cupped your cheek, wiping the blood from your skin; you closed your eyes and leant into his touch before slowly lowering your legs from where they were curled up. 

Your chest and stomach were littered with five large curved gashes; your face was left unscathed with the exception of the blood that was smeared around your lips. You coughed again, shaking. Your eyes were fluttering as though you were struggling to keep them open, pupils dilated and lower lip trembling.

“Nu, nu, rămâi cu mine!” he panicked, the Sokovian slipping from his lips without realizing it. “Don’t close your eyes, okay? I’m gonna — I’m gonna get you out of here—!”

“I don’t wanna die,” he heard you say helplessly, staring off. “I’m so scared, Piet, I don’t— I don’t like this—”

“Just stay with me, okay? You’re gonna be fine, I got you, please don’t—”

Tears pouring from his bloodshot eyes, his hair tousled so wildly about his head that it was practically standing upright, he pulled you in closer. You were barely moving, your limbs limp at your sides. “I’m scared, I’m so scared, it hurts so bad—”

“No, no! Y/N, please, just hang in there for me, okay?” Pietro panicked as he watched your eyes flutter back. He grabbed your shoulder, shaking you, before cupping both cheeks and holding you tight. “C’mon, no, don’t do this! Y/N, please, stay with me, stay with me...!”

You didn’t move again, lips parted, eyes closed. You continued to bleed, the red staining his forearms. He let out a cry of anguish, holding you close to his chest, muttering your name.

“HELP!” he shouted out, wanting none other but to run for help but knowing he could never leave you here. His voice echoed down the tunnel fruitlessly, faded into nothingness. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing the last of you in. “No, no, no, no..."

Suddenly, a hand on his shoulder made him jolt up, his head snapping up. It was Wanda, her brow furrowed and her face worried. Behind her was Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, both with bewildered faces.

“What?” Pietro breathed, still shaking. He turned his head to see you, except with open eyes and a blood-free chest. “I— Y/N?”

“What happened?” you asked him carefully. “Are you okay?”

“You’re— you’re okay?” he breathed, before he flung his arms around you and pulled you flush against him. “O Doamne. Slavă Domnului. Te iubesc aşa de mult.”

You wrapped your arms equally tight around him, cradling his trembling body close to you; you locked eyes with Wanda, who stood behind him, trading perplexed expressions.

“Pietro,” Wanda asked him softly when he refused to let go of you. “What happened?”

“You froze when you opened that door,” you told him carefully. “It was like you blacked out with your eyes open. And then you fell to your knees, and I... what did you see?”

“Something... something got you,” he muttered, wiping at his face and peeling away from you. He kept his hand on your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles as though to remind himself that you were here, breathing, heart-pumping. “Clawed through you, and... I couldn’t save you. You were bleeding, everywhere, it was... it was...O doamne...” 

He trailed off, clenching his jaw and wiping at his face again.

“I’m here,” you told him. He shifted his gaze to you, icy blue eyes melting into yours, pupils blown out wide and tears dripping off of his long lashes. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes refused to leave you. Your chest flipped and you squeezed your hand around his. "Nothing’s happened to me.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. “I could have... I could have sworn it was real.”

You said nothing, only letting him lean himself closer into you. He glanced down at his hands, calloused, pale palms sharply contrasting from your smaller, softer ones.

“There was so much blood. I thought I lost you,” he mumbled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Wanda, Nat, and Steve take a few steps as though to give the pair of you privacy.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” you offered a small smile, your voice lightening in an attempt to soften your tone. He pursed his lips, and you, impulsively, lifted a hand to cup his face, wiping the apple of his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Oh, Piet... I’m okay. I’m not gonna leave you.”

He gazed over at you, eyes glazed over and cheeks still a pinky-red as you brushed the hair out of his eyes. Brows tilted upwards, he found himself getting entirely lost on your features, the curves and creases of your skin, the slope of your nose, the color of your cupid’s bow.

“Nu puteam trăi fără tine,” he muttered. Wanda made a small noise from behind the pair of you, and you turned to see her quickly drag Nat and Steve away from the scene, hiding in a darker corner out of view. You furrowed your brows but turned back to Pietro.

“What’d you say?” you asked. He swallowed, eyes flickered down at your lips. Your heart leapt.

“I— it’s—” he took a wobbly breath. “It’s not important. Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

---

THE RIDE HOME WAS QUIET. Tony and Rhodey had, in fact, found the foe you all were in search of. All of the tunnels ended up conjoining in another room, all leading to the same place, and Tony had managed to shoot the guy down while he was distracted, the same time he was busy messing with Pietro’s mind. 

The boy hadn’t left you since the tunnel. Always keeping at least one hand on you, his shaky breathing had yet to cease, the speed of his heart never slowing. Your tangible presence had helped, but their were occasions during the flight where he’d attempt to sleep, only to jolt himself awake with a terror-stricken gasp; his eyes would snap open and he’d instantly grab ahold of your wrist or hand, fingers digging into the dough of your skin to remind himself that you were there.

He held your hand whilst the pair of you descended from the jet and walked towards the compound. He let Wanda hug him for a moment, let her coddle him, before he retreated back towards you. Pietro had never got like this before, you thought to yourself... he was never so touchy, never so frantic to make sure you were by his side.

“Pietro,” you spoke up once you reached your bathroom. “I need to shower. Are you gonna be okay?”

He nodded his head, slipping his hand from yours and shoving it into his pocket. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just be... showering, too.”

“All right,” you smiled at him and nudged his shoulder. “You sure? You look a little spacey.”

“I am,” he admitted. “Just... happy you’re here. Trying to appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to appreciate it,” you laughed. “I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

“Hey, I love you, y’know?” he said again, just as you moved to turn around. You turned bright scarlet at the casualness of his voice, but at the sight of his own red cheeks, you loosened up.

“I love you, too, y’know?” you replied, smiling sweetly. He pursed his lips into a small smile, blue eyes glittering. You hummed contently before turning around, putting your hand on the door knob.

You heard him click his tongue before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in tightly. You sharply inhaled and said nothing, eyes flickering around his face for a millisecond before he swooped down and pressed his mouth against yours. His lips were soft on yours, molding against you so well you were sure you’d be able to stay kissing him for the entire night.

Right as you let yourself melt into him, he pulled away, practically jumping back. Bright red, he stammered out, “I am so sorry. I’m sorry, I— I should’ve asked, I didn’t—”

“Pietro—”

“I’m just gonna go. I’m sorry I did that. It was totally uncalled for and I understand if you—”

“Pietro! Stop talking,” you interrupted, grabbing him by the collar of his suit. You pressed a speedy peck to his lips, to which he almost instantaneously leaned into, his arm lifting to rest onto your waist. “Can we finish this after I shower?”

He froze for a moment, blinking, before he let himself grin. “Yeah, okay.”

---

translation:

“Nu, nu, rămâi cu mine!” - No, no, stay with me!

“O Doamne. Slavă Domnului. Te iubesc aşa de mult.” - Oh my god. Thank god. I love you so much.

“Nu puteam trăi fără tine.” - I couldn’t live without you.

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Check Ups

A/N: Fluff. And I really didn’t know where I was going with this I was just writing and this happened so I hope you enjoy. Also if there are any mistakes don’t worry I sometimes miss after publishing but I will quickly fix them!

Request:  Hi :) Could you make a scenario with pietro who is in the infirmary (cheek up or injured in previous mission) and when the reader (his crush) come to see him they can all hear his heart rate accelerate (with the electrocardiogram ? Heart rate monitor ? I can’t remember the name of the machine that show heart rate >,<). Lot of fluff please ^_^

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:1,002

Dragoste- Love

Dragă- Dear

Prinţesă- Princess

When first heard Pietro was in the infirmary it took a lot of strength to not run all the way down there. You kept your hand on the wall as you moved as fast as your legs would let you while still in the motion of walking and not running. You didn’t know why the older Sokovian twin was in the infirmary and you hoped it was only minor. Infirmary wing, your eyes zeroed on the door that lead you inside the infirmary room.

“Can you sit still for a moment?” was the first thing you heard before you even reached the infirmary doors. You stopped just outside the door your concerned frown transitioning into a full on smile. Pietro was definitely in there. You bit your bottom lip to hold in the giggle that threatened to escape only imaging how fast it took before Pietro annoyed the nurse.

“Not even in his sleep,” you teased making your presence known. Walking through the door two heads turned in your direction. You were right, the sight before you proving that Pietro was in here. He sat on the examination table with an older nurse by his side scolding him like a little schoolboy. Beep, beep, beep, beep. The electrocardiogram distributed more noise every second causing the nurse to frown at the machine and then Pietro. Pietro eyes were only on you.

“Your heart is accelerating extraordinarily.” She looked at him in awe while he looked away from you and down at his feet.

“Everything I do is always accelerated,” he mumbled a tint of pink appearing on his cheeks while he rolled his eyes. You giggled at the comment and you took a seat next to Pietro. Without hesitation you grabbed his hand. Beep, beep, beep, beep. The noise once again breaking the silence in the room, the sounds coming out faster and faster. The nurse looked between the two of you, a knowing shimmer behind her eyes now.

“Mm hmm,” she hummed with slight attitude. She gave Pietro a look that he tried to ignored by looking at you and pulling a face. You rolled your eyes playfully at him a small smirk on your lips.

“So what did you that it landed you in the infirmary?” You asked rubbing your thumb over his hand soothingly. His heart rate didn’t slow down. Your eyes quickly scanned his body from head to toe looking for anything noticeable injuries, you came up short-handed. Pietro looked down at his lap as his feet kicked back and forth against the air, a hue of a smile could be seen.

“The evil woman wants to poke me with needles again,” he murmured to you quietly a teasing tone in his voice. You leaned your head back laughing. The monitor showed a spike in his heartbeat as he looked over at you with a loving smile that you returned.

“A check up?” You questioned a smile appearing on your lips. You leaned closer to him and Pietro wasn’t sure if you heard his intake of breath, “I heard if you behave you get a lollipop.” Your lips brushed his ear and a giggle slipped from your lips as you sat back in your original position. You thoroughly enjoyed the view as you watched Pietro’s tip of his ear turn red.

He masked his blushing by cocked one eyebrow at you that was accompanied with a lopsided grin, his foot nudging your leg. “Is that so, Dragoste?” It was your turn to blush as you felt your cheeks flaming up at the nickname he called you. You still weren’t entirely sure why he continued to call you that name but you knew you were the only one who he called Dragoste.

You nodded your head and laughed once more, “but I don’t think she likes you.” You both watched as the nurse scribbled down something on a clipboard from across the room, she had a mean resting face. You both snorted with laughter when seeing the look on her face before quickly looking away.

“So why did you come to the infirmary Prinţesă,” you knew that one. Princess. But instead of blushing more you rose an eyebrow smirking over at him.

“What? You don’t enjoy my company?” You taunted raising an eyebrow at him and crossing your arms. His eyes widen instantly and he instantly opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it, “I’m just joking! Wanda told me you went to the infirmary but not why and I care about you so I came as soon as possible,” you confessed looking down for a moment. This time your blush couldn’t be stopped.

“Aw Dragă, you care about me!” he teased but on the inside he was beyond excited. And this showed when his heart monitor started acting crazy again. “You know, I’m starting to think your happy to see me,” you joked winking at him and enjoyed when you saw his face start to turn red at the cheeks and tips of his ears again.

“Well- I-” you laughed as he stumbled over his words. Standing up you shut him up with a kiss.

“Don’t worry, I’m the same way.” You whispered as your noses brushed. His eyes were wide and he was a bit speechless but come on, the electrocardiogram gave it away as soon as you walked in the room. You were just happy that he felt the same.

“I-” he stumbled over his words still in shock, his lips tingled as you now stood between his legs arms wrapped around his neck. His hands moved and rested on your hips. He was always worried you never felt the same.

“Don’t worry if she doesn’t give you a sucker when we leave I can give you some sugar of my own,” you teased with a wink before kissing him again.

He laughed in the kiss as he pulled you closer, he was definitely going to take you up on that offer later.

[houseofaharkness]

I finished some summer finals so now im thinking abt Nancy fingering u & making u squirt as a reward for doing so well. n her eating you out when ur stressed or need a pick me up <33 her tounge sliding between your folds before swirling around ur clit n digging her manicured nails into your thighs <33

🐛

nancy eating your pussy as a reward <333 you get all embarrassed and keep closing your legs and she digs her manicured nails into your fleshy thighs until they part for her.

"dont hide." she says, kisses your knee with her sticky pink lips. "let me see you."

you do, spreading yourself for her. nancy is normally composed and good at schooling her features but. she lets you see the raw want on her face when she looks down at your flushed cunt.

"you're beautiful." she says softly and you whine. one her her fingers pushes back the hood of your clit and she rubs the exposed bud with her thumb. "my pretty girlfriend. does that feel good?"

you bite your lip. naw on it. nod your head shyly because it feels so so so good. you're already wet and throbbing. so empty.

"I'm gonna make you feel better, okay? you can put your hands on my head but don't push."

and then she's leaning down, her little pink tongue coming out to delve between plump folds. your eyes rolls back as your hands shoot to her soft hair, careful not to apply preassure, just feel, just hold on. your thighs tremble around her pretty head as she works her tongue over you, licking softly and slowly. so slowly. it feels so fucking good.

when her lips wrap around your clit stars shoot behind your eyes and you whimper and hump your hips into her mouth a little. she doesn't stop you. you feel her hands squeeze your waist as she hums around your twitching muscle, tongue flicking over the little nub again and again until you have tears in your eyes.

she's an expert at this and you're at her mercy.

[houseofaharkness]

It’s all Peter Parker’s fault

Prompt: The reader pranks her girlfriends , Peter is her accomplice but things don’t end well for her. And her girlfriends don’t like the joke.

TW: injuries, blood

Wandanat x reader

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You look at Peter and shake your head. 
« No, we don't talk about it. They will kill me and then they will kill you but only after having tortured you…and after having made you suffer very, very slowly. "

Peter turns the camera at you, waving you to smile. 
"Come on y / n, for our followers"

You sigh and yank the camera out of his hands, glaring at him. 
" I hate you Parker, I hate you"

Peter gives you the best apologetic smile he can pull before wishing you good luck and walking away.

"A friendly neighborhood spider-man.….please, that boy is the devil himself"

You shake your head in irritation, muttering to yourself as you walk into your bedroom.

You and Peter had opened your YouTube channel about two years ago and, contrary to what you expected, had reached a million followers in less than twenty-four hours ... and then, well, the number had gone up again and again and again. goes up, never stopping. And your followers keep asking you for particular tricks to play on you, on your girls and Peter, on Tony. And well, what you are about to do is one of the most requested and most liked.

You put the camera above the desk, diligently hiding it behind some plants and carefully checking if it could be even minimally noticed by your girls, also positioning yourself in different places in the room to check.

"Damn Parker, if this backfires me somehow ... I'll kill you with my own hands, I won't wait for Natasha and Wanda to do it"

You shake your head, nervously looking at the time on the clock on the wall.

Your girls will be there in thirty minutes and you don't have much time. You open the bottle of fake blood, sprinkling it a little on the corner of the coffee table in the center of the room and a little in your hair. You put on the biometric mask that Bruce designed and smile thinking about when he created it and, above all, when Peter asked him to make a little secret modification for the two of you. The doctor looked up and muttered something about teenagers scaring him before adding what Peter had asked him.

You activate the mask, brushing your forehead to bring out a hyper-realistic cut and, at the same time, shield your mind so that the Sokovian can't understand that it's all a joke ahead of time. The first time you and Peter saw it, you were amazed and super excited already thinking about all the tricks you could have done. You to your girlfriends and him to Tony. Or rather, "Mr. Stark" as he likes to call him.


« F.R.I.D.A.Y., activation of the “PRANK” protocol » 
« Immediately miss y / n, do you like the usual modality or do you prefer to make some changes? » 
" No F.R.I.D.A.Y., use the usual method, thanks“

You and Peter implemented that new mode in FRIDAY a couple of months ago, making sure Tony never found out and it worked great. Or at least, it had up to that point so hopefully it will continue to work.

You lie down on the ground, near the table and dirty the cut with fake blood. You sprinkle some on the ground as well and then settle into a position similar to what you might be after a bad fall.

You close your eyes, waiting for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to warn your girlfriends by telling them you were hurt. Without saying anything more.

You force yourself to relax your muscles, in a very uncomfortable position, as soon as you hear footsteps approaching hastily.

Wanda is the first to enter the room, her heart beating furiously in her chest since F.R.I.D.A.Y. told them you needed help, ignoring their further questions about it and refusing to give any answers, simply remaining silent.

The heart of the Sokovian stops when she notices your body lying on the ground, unconscious and with a deep cut on the forehead.


" Shit, y/n!" The sokovian screams as she hurries to run towards you, falling to her knees next to your body and taking your head in her hands. 
Natasha follows quickly, a worried frown flashing across her face as she checks your pulse. Her throat forms a lump when she sees that, despite Wanda's light taps on your face, you don't give any sign of wanting to wake up.

" Detka, detka please wake up"

Wanda's voice is full of concern. The Sokovian holds your face in her hands as Natasha carefully examines the cut on your forehead.

The Russian watches the room, looking for whatever may have caused you that wound and when her eyes rest on the corner of the bloody table, the fear grips her stomach. 
"We have to call Bruce"

Wanda looks away from you and looks at her girlfriend as soon as she hears the concern steeped in her voice. She follows her gaze and notices the bloody nightstand too. 
"F.R.I.D.A.Y. call Bruce and tell him to come here right now.”

Natasha's voice trembles a little; her gaze rests on your unconscious body and her attention turns back to you. 
"Hey malyshka, you have to open your eyes for us love."

You barely hold back the laughter, trying to fully immerse yourself in the part before starting to open your eyes - a few minutes later - blinking over and over again before focusing on Wanda's face and then Natasha's.

You take on the most confused face you can interpret before speaking with a hoarse voice.


" W-what happened? Who are you? "

As soon as the words leave your lips, your girls become even more worried. Wanda caresses your cheeks and you, despite struggling to do so, you dodge from her grip, sitting up despite the protests of the two girls. 
"Who are you? I don't know you, get away from me "

Wanda and Natasha take a few steps back, giving each other worried looks. 
« Malyshka..y / n, it's us, your girls. Natasha and Wanda. "

Natasha talks, looking you in the eye and staying as calm as possible. He doesn't want to scare you, especially considering the considerable concussion you got.

Wanda approaches again, trying to put her hands on your temples. She would like to use her powers on you and try to make you remember but you walk away again with a snap and emit a fake moan, immediately putting your hands to your head and screaming in pain.


« Hey, hey… it's okay, we won't get close anymore but please don’t move. You have a bad cut on your forehead and we think you have a bad concussion and we need to get you checked okay? "

You shake your head quickly and stand up; Wanda sprints at you and you pretend to faint.

The Sokovian takes you in her arms before you hit the ground. She starts slapping your cheek as Natasha helps her lay you down again. 
« Shit… shit, detka wake up. Come on, don't do this to us, wake up please "

Wanda starts sobbing but even though your heart tightens as you hear the girl cry, you force yourself to act for a couple more minutes.


"F.R.I.D.A.Y. where the fuck is Bruce, why didn't he get there"

Natasha screams at the AI, barely holding back her tears as she looks at you without being able to do anything. 
"Mr. Banner is not at the base at the moment, Miss Romanoff"

Natasha shakes her head, runs her hand through your hair, moving a strand behind your ear and kissing your forehead with shining eyes. 
«Malyshka wake up, please. Wake up baby. "

You can't take it anymore, you can't continue with this joke. You burst out laughing, sitting up and getting up to go get the camera. 
“Girls, you have just been trolled"

You frame your girls with the camera.

At first their looks are confused and then, well, then Wanda throws two pillows at you with her powers and you almost fall to the ground. 
" Oh come on, it was funny”

Your girls glare at you.

" Fun? Fun?? You scared us, you idiot! "

Natasha growls, looking at you with her right eyebrow raised and her arms folded under her breasts. 
Wanda stays silent, just glaring at you before a small, wicked grin flashes across her face.

" Yes well, let's see how fun a whole month without sex will be, detka"

You open your mouth wide, immediately lowering the camera and throw it onto the bed. Natasha bursts out laughing and nods, pulling Wanda into a kiss that the redhead gladly returns. 
“ Oh come on, mine was an innocent joke, was it Peter's fault and then, a month? But are you serious? A month is a long time and- "

You whine and that only makes your girls laugh even more, your sexy and beautiful girls caressing each other's hips before turning their attention to you. 
“The next time you'll think twice before making such a stupid joke"

You take off your mask and throw it in the trash - you'll get it back later - and then look at your girls pouting.

Wanda approaches you, puts two fingers under your chin and lifts your head before letting you kiss on the lips. When you are about to intensify the kiss, the Sokoviana walks away and looks at you with an amused smile. 
« I think you'll be late for training with Peter, Kate and Yelena malyshka… and you don't want to be late do you? Wanda and I will arrive later, we have 'things' to do "

You open your mouth as Natasha pulls Wanda onto the bed and the Sokoviana pushes you out of the room with her powers, shutting the door.

You walk around the compound muttering to yourself, until you get to the gym. You walk in and walk towards the spider boy with killing fury in his eyes, paying no attention to your surroundings. You are focused on your goal. 
" I swear to you Parker, this time I'll kill you, I won't be able to have sex with my girlfriends for the next month ... shit, I told you it Will go bad, I'll strangle you with those cobwebs, you little-“

Your fury is interrupted by a stabbing pain in your shoulder, you widen your eyes and fall to the ground as you grimace in pain. 
" Oh God, oh God y / n I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but you walked by and, I didn't see you, shit-Yelena do something, damn, I'm sorry-"

Kate Bishop, and one of your best friends, begins to ramble, panicking as she just stuck an arrow in your right shoulder.

Yelena is laughing under her breath and Peter looks like he's going to pass out. 
“Zolovka, it looks like a month has just turned into two months. Sestra won't be very happy with it. "

The blonde points to the arrow in your shoulder and you groan in frustration considering that the girl might really be right.

Peter looks at you anxiously, biting his lip and running a hand through his hair. 
“ We need to call Mr. Stark and- I know what to do, I saw it in a video. Here, like this. "

The boy paces back and forth before firing a web that clings to the arrow and then - before either of you three can even think of stopping him - he snatches it off forcefully.

You scream, instinctively covering the wound on your shoulder as you push back the tears.


" Stupid spider boy”

Yelena growls, lurching forward and helping you put pressure on the wound. Blood flows copiously from your shoulder and your vision begins to blur.


" Karma sucks"

You giggle without strength, starting to lose consciousness. Yelena gives you a hard slap on the cheek, which makes you prick up your head and wince at the same time. 
“ Don't you dare die. Sestra loves you and I’m starting to like you, don’t move and stay awake. Stupid Spider boy Go get Natasha and Wanda. Kate, go get Doctor Banner and get first aid kit "

The two teens run, following the ex-widow's instructions. Yelena continues to put pressure on the wound and when your muscles relax and your head hangs down, the Russian hopes she doesn't have to break the worst news in the world to her sister.

…………………..…………………………………

When you wake up, familiar lights and smells make you realize you are in the infirmary. You are forced to blink a couple of times before Natasha and Wanda's faces become clear.

The worry on their faces fades slightly as soon as they see you awake. 
" Hey malyshka, you made us worry"

Natasha bends down to kiss your forehead, before taking your right hand in hers.

Wanda just rubs her nose against the back of your free hand, leaving a sweet kiss on top. 
" When Peter ran to call us we thought it was a joke but then we found you unconscious in Yelena's arms, covered in your blood and I think our heart stopped detka"

Wanda's voice trembles slightly; she is terrified of the fear of losing you and thinking that today she almost lost you due to a stupid mistake by Peter and your carelessness ...


“ Hey, I'm fine, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere okay? I love you"

You whisper and look first at Wanda, smiling at her and then at Natasha, squeezing her hand.

You motion them to lie down in the tiny cot with you and your girls carry out the order, despite the small size of the cot.

Natasha puts her arm around your waist as Wanda rests her head in the hollow of your neck, leaving kisses on the spot that you have discovered to be your weak point.

You're about to fall asleep when Wanda talks.

“ Oh, and by the way, don't think we've forgotten your punishment. It's still a month without sex, we actually wanted to get to two months but since this injury will lead you to stay away from missions for at least two weeks ... we thought it was enough punishment " Wanda and Natasha smile in amusement and you groan. 
“ Oh, fuck you Parker. Fuck you.”

Thanks for reading! It occurred to me the other day while watching a video on YouTube and here we are. I hope you liked it…usual things: requests are always open, now I also write for Stranger Things (just to let you know) and nothing, if you want to support me here is the ko-fi link. Have a Great day!

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