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deanwritings · 1 year

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Capeesh?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: So excited you're back! Can I request a protective/jealous!Dean x reader fic with an established relationship? Vibes of "don't touch her" would be much appreciated 😅

Summary: A fun night out at the bar takes a turn for the worse when a handsy patron approaches the reader.

Word Count: 1,928

Warning: Descriptions of violence & self defense related injuries. Cussing, if that bothers you.

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A/N: Years ago I went to a gym with my dad and the trainer/owner, this HUGE muscle head and really sweet man, gave me a free self defense class, which I still keep in mind to this day and peppered into this story.

And Happy New Year's y'all!

You lean against Dean as you take a sip of your beer, Dean's hand resting against your waist as you both politely listen to Sam as he shares a new piece of lore he learned during your latest hunt. You nod along, slightly intrigued with what Sam's found, but really wishing he could have saved the shop-talk for a time you weren't trying to unwind. Your body was still sore from the arachne fight, and you could use a break from all things hunting, even if it was just for a night. You can't see Dean's face from your vantage point, but if you had to guess, your boyfriend was likely staring his brother down with a straight face hoping he'll shut up.

You tip your bottle back again, but are disappointed when only a few drops trickle out. You give the bottle a little shake as you look through the brown glass, confirming with yourself that it was in fact empty.

You place the bottle down and step away from Dean, his hand falling from your waist. At the movement, Dean looks down at you and frowns.

"Be right back, need a new beer." You tap the glass as your straighten up from the high-top table. "Anyone need anything?"

Both brothers shake their heads and you make your way over to the bar, thankful for a break from the earful of arachne lore.

It's a fairly busy evening for Wednesday night, most tables occupied and the bar itself swimming with patrons. Luckily, you eye an opening just big enough for you to squeeze into and you step into the space. After a few moments, one of the bartender spots you as you rest your hands against the slightly sticky bar top and gives you a nod as he pours a blue liquor into a cocktail shaker.

You purse your lips as you look around the room, the crowd mostly older, with a few twenty-somethings mixed in. It seemed to be the only bar in town when you had Google Maps a spot earlier, so you weren't surprise that this seemed to be the local's go-to pub.

Your gaze falls back to the bar, taking in the bottle labels on the tiered shelves as your nails tap against the wood beneath them.

Jameson. Crown Royal. Bacardi. Bacardi Tropical. That's a new one.

A man brushes besides you as he steps into the very small space that had been open on your right. You look up at him and frown, quietly expressing your annoyance at the invasion of your person space. You get it's crowded, but the guy could have just waited behind you or someone else until a space opened up.

Rude much.

But rather than be turned off by your vexed welcome, the man just smiles down at you.

You huff and roll your eyes, looking for the bartender, his back to you as he appears to be serving two cocktails to a pair of older women.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The man next to you raises his voice over the noise of the crowd, leaning in towards you to make sure his question is heard.

His smile is still plastered over his pale face, his blonde hair shaggy over his forehead. You just glare up at him, your annoyance growing as it appears the man is incapable of reading social cues.

You see the bartender approach you, and you turn your shoulder away, squaring yourself up to the bar.

"Just a Bud Light, bottle, please." The bartender nods at you and turns to squats down at the fridge casing all the bottles.

"How about a name?" Warm breath tickles your ear, and your shoulder scrunches up at the sudden closeness as your stomach tightens.

The bartender places the beer back in front of you and asks a question with his eyes.

"The Winchester tab, thanks." The guy nods and and punches the drink into the POS.

You turn to walk away when that pestering voice calls out again.

"Winchester, huh?" You take a deep breath and turn to face the thorn in your side. "How about a first name?" His elbow leans against the bar and his eyebrow is raised at you. His grey t-shirt stretches across his chest at his position and he continues to smile at you.

He's looks like the poster boy for punchable assholes.

"Since you seem to be too dumb to figure it out on your own, let me spell it out for you." You smile tightly at him. "I'm not fucking interested." You feel your eyes crinkle along the edges as your lips tighten.

Finally, his smile falls, and he straightens up.

"Cunt," he spits.

Ah, there it is.

"You know it." Your forehead rises as you raise your beer and take a drink before turning on your heel.

As you approach your table, Dean is standing at attention, his jaw tight.

"All good?" You come alongside him, your shoulders brushing.

You look up at him and smile, genuinely.

You weren't surprised he was watching the interaction. Dean usually had his eye on you if you weren't by his side. You weren't sure if he knew that you knew he was always watching. When you first started dating, it had bothered you. It made you feel like Dean thought you couldn't handle yourself. But the more Dean opened up to you, you realized that it was just a part of Dean he was never going to shake; he had to know that his loved ones were safe, no matter where they were. A lifetime of losing everyone you've ever loved will do that to a man.

"Nothing I can't handle." You bump his shoulder and his body relaxes with a sigh. His jaw loosens and his smile returns as he throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.

Another two beers later, ones that Dean insisted he get, your bladder was uncomfortably full, and you excused yourself to the bathroom.

The bathroom was in the very back of the bar away from the crowds, and as you washed your hands, you took a moment to appreciate the quietnesses. You loved bars and going out drinking with Sam and Dean; it was one of the few normal things you did in your lives. But it was nice to take a break from the noise and masses to reset before you threw yourself back out there.

After drying your hands, you take a moment to readjust your ponytail, a few hairs having gone astray from Dean's hand playing at the nape of your neck.

You shake your head at the thought with a smile.

Once you're all set, you exit the restroom, your eyes looking down the narrow and dimmed corridor when a hand wraps around your bicep and twirls you around.

You smile at the movement until your back is thrown against the wall, your head bouncing off the wood on the impact.

Before your vision catches up with the rest of you, you already know whose body heat is radiating in front of you; not your boyfriend, sneaking up on you for a private make-out session, but a scumbag barfly who had been harassing you early.

"Maybe next time you won't be such a bitch," whiskey wafts over you. Your nose scrunches and you turn your head away from the smell, but fingers wrap around your chin forcing you to look into his dark eyes, his pupils dilated and eyes wildly jumping back and forth as an elbow lands heavy on your windpipe.

You glare at him, your heart rate calming as you take a breath.

This asshole has no idea who he was dealing with.

"And hopefully this time you'll learn your lesson," you wheeze out as his elbow digs into your throat, restricting your breath.

He cocks his head at you and before he can react, your right hand flies to his fingers wrapped around your chin and you grasp his thumb. With a swift surety, you snap his thumb back with a sickening crack. A howl leaves his throat as his hand and arm fall away from your body. He begins to back away, his eyes looking at his broken thumb in horror, but you grab onto his shoulders, driving his body back to yours as you ram your knee into his crotch, nothing but a strangled cry and a lone tear in his eye as his knees hit the ground and he doubles over.

Your chest in heaving as you look down at the pathetic man in front of you; his good hand holding his bruised boys and his mangled hand cradled against his chest.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice echoes down the hallway. You turn towards the shadow racing towards you, and Dean is illuminated in the dim light above you as he reaches your side.

"What the fuck happened?" His forehead is wrinkled as he takes in the battered man in front of him.

"Like I said," you glance toward the pathetic excuse of a man whimpering on the ground. "Nothing I can't handle."

Dean's eyes find yours before they quickly scan over your face, then your body, making sure you were actually okay.

"C'mon," his hand lands gently on the same bicep that had been grabbed just a few seconds ago. "Let's get out of here."

You and Dean turn away but a rasped voice calls out to you.

"You psycho bitch! You'll get yours."

You just shake your head and continue your way back to the table, but Dean stops beside you.

"Dean," you say in a low warning. His head glances back slightly over his shoulder.

"What'd you say, douchebag?" Dean ignores you as he turns around and you reach out to him, though he brushes you off as he stalks towards the man picking himself off from the dirty bar floor.

His eyes find Dean, and he squares his jaw.

"I said," the man rolls his shoulders back. "Your girl's a fucking psycho and I'm pressing charges."

You're a step behind Dean, and before you can reach out and stop him, Dean's got the man pinned against the wall, holding him up by his t-shirt that looks like its about to rip.

"Press this, dick," Dean growls as his fist whips into the guy's nose. Blood spews as Dean drops him and he crumbles to the ground, tears now streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the gruesome stream flowing over his lips.

Dean squats down the the man's level, his finger his in the man's face.

"Touch her again, and there will be no one to press charges, capeesh?" Even without knowing Dean, anyone with a brain could tell it wasn't a question.

"Fuck you guys!" Blood sprays as the man yells.

Dean just rolls his eyes and stands up, taking one large step to your side.

"How about we call it a night?" Dean smirks down at you, unaware of the splatter on his flannel as he throws an arm around your shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan to me." You arm wraps around Dean's waist, your fingers only reaching the far side of his back as you smile up at him.

The two of you take a few synchronized steps before Dean glances over his shoulder again. You watch him closely before his eye face forward, a proud smile on his face.

Dean's elbow closes around your head as he pulls you into him, his lips pressing against your temple.

"Nice job, sweetheart."

A/N: Sorry, I really wanted to have a badass reader with Dean coming in for assistance vs. Dean coming to save the day. Figure if the reader's a hunter, she can definitely handle a handsy guy on her own. Protective!Dean is just a bonus. Hope you enjoyed, anon!

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 months

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The Spider's Web (Fem!Reader x Fem!Arachne)

Pairings: Fem!Arachne x Fem!Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, Dom/Sub undertones, Smutty smut

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1433 Words

Summary: You’re girlfriend and you have always had a thing for rougher play, but this will be the first time you're utilizing all of her unique…abilities

Request: Fem reader with a tall fem arachne with bdsm elements, spanking, with breast and tit play

In spite of your expectations, Thera’s webs don’t feel that sticky. Not in the way syrup feels stuck to your skin, or how sweaty clothes cling to your sides, at least. No, they feel more delicate than that. Almost like a mix between a liquid and solid, something that lingers across your senses, but doesn’t overpower. It’s sort of nice, especially on a hot afternoon like this one

But they do stick, very efficiently, the intricate webs holding your body suspended with no issue. The way they’ve bound your ankles and your arms leaves basically no room for movement, only the slightly wiggling of your torso. And even then, Thera keeps a firm grip on your midsection as she settles you across her two front legs.

A long claw traces the arch of your spine, and goosebumps peppers your back.

“Hmm, does that feel good, dearest?” You nod, breathing already heavy as Thera’s hands linger around your butt, tracing shapes into the fat of your hips. But then she’s grabbing harshly onto one cheek, pinpricks of claws digging into your skin. You gasp. “I didn’t hear you~” Thera practically sings.

“Yes, t-that feels good.” You whimper as she releases her grip, half-relieved from the pressure and half-desperate to have it back.

“Hmm. Then I supposed you’re ready.” Her hand pulls back into the air, her other on your shoulder, set to keep you from flying over her spindly legs. “Don’t forget to count, dearest. You know the consequences.”

You nod, not forgetting her demands.

“Yes, mistress.”

The snap of her hand against your ass is loud, echoing off the cave walls of her home. You yelp.

“O-one.”

Her cold hand feels nice against the flushed skin, but Thera is quick to reel back and give you another spank

“Two!” You yelp.

“Good job.” She purrs, the hand on your shoulder rubbing circles into your clavicle.

Her tone is deceitful, feigning kindness when she hits you with two quick strikes, one on each cheek.

“Three, four.” You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, rubbing your thighs together as heat burns in your core.

She hums, dissatisfied that you didn’t fall for her trick. She oh so loves to punish you.

Thera turns her attention to the less-slapped cheek, giving it two more strikes to even it out.

“Five, s-six.” Your mind is beginning to scramble, your vision beginning to blur. Your cunt aches for something, any kind of friction against it.

Another two spanks, across the two cheeks.

“Seven, eight.”

“Lets see if you make it to ten, sweetheart.” Thera almost threatens, her free hand clutching your jaw. “Then I’ll give that sweet little pussy a treat.”

You can’t help the moan the bubbles out, a fresh gush of slick wetting up your crotch.

Thera’s last two spanks are quick, also but even your lust-addled mind can catch up.

“Nine, ten!” You gasp, hips spasming just from the thought of what's to come.

“Perfect.” Thera pats your head lovingly, the grip around your jaw loosening. “I knew you could do it. Such a good pet.”

Your stomach turns a bit as she rotates you upward, yanking on her complex web to seat you right against her, snipping the web tying your ankles to throw your legs over her human hips. Your wrists stay tied behind you, chest pushed out and presented for her eager mouth. The pressure of her palm pushes your cunt to grind on her navel.

“Hmmm.” You moan, hips swiveling to return chase that high. But no, she’s in control of your pleasure. Thera tugs again and you’re suspended a bit higher, your legs now tied around her waist and your tits at the perfect level of her mouth. “Agh, please.”

“Please what, dearest? You have to use your words.”

“Please…touch my pussy, mistress.”

Thera chuckles, throwing back a strand of her long, black hair. Red irises look up and down at your heaving body, licking her lips.

“Just your pussy, dearest?” She says all coy, her thumb finally pressing against your clit. You respond only with a moan, head thrown back. You can’t see the way she hungrily stares at your heaving tits, tongue darting out like a predator looking at prey. “From what I remember, these cute nipples of yours are also sensitive.” She keeps her thumb circling around your sensitive button, the other making its way up your waist and to your areola. That thumb flicks across a pebbled nipple, making you whine.

“Please, suck on my tits, mistress!” Your begging voice echoes across the cave walls, sounding just as pathetic as you thought.

“Well, when you ask so nicely.”

A cold tongue wraps around your right nipple, ricocheting sensations as she pressed her forefingers deep into your center. Your body convulses, grinding against her touch and tongue.

“F-fuck.” Your vowels slur, eyes now locked on your girlfriend's perfect lips wrapped around your tit.

The lingering wetness allows another finger to slip in easily. Thera decides to be generous, doesn't wait for you to ask and begin pumping her fingers in against your g-spot. She feels the way your walls clench down on her digits, especially when her teeth graze your nipple.

Thera is dexterous, strong forearms for working her massive loom several hours a day, and keeps up a relentless pace while stretching you open. At the same time she switches nipples and continues her lapping, her thumb still circling your clit. A buzzing numbness spreads down to your toes, all too much yet not enough.

“T-thank you, mistress! Thank you!” Your voice gets high and whiny, knowing how much Thera loves good manners. Her smirk is apparent, felt around your breast as she continues to suck. She moves off briefly, but only to bite more bruises into the fat, pain mixing with pleasure.

You feel the knot tightening in your core, your thighs beginning to clench around her ribs as your pussy begs for more. Thera chuckles, rumbling against your skin.

But then everything stops.

Your whines are like that of a kicked puppy, your body thrashing like in a tantrum.

“P-please, mistress! I’ve been good, so good!”

A hungry graze, red irises on black sclera, look down at you. A hand with two soaking wet fingers troke the side of your face.

“You have, dear. That’s why I’m giving you a treat.”

The web around your ankle is cut again, your vision twisting as she turns you upside down, your legs now thrown over her shoulders. In front of you are her perfect tits, heavy and pebbled from her own ministrations. Your mouth waters as you eye her delicious nipples, now so close to your mouth.

“I’ve been dying to taste this juicy cunt. Today’s your lucky day.”

And then that long tongue is shoved deep inside of you, your pussy spasming. But there's no time to waste, yoru core crunching up to suck on your mistress’ tits. You try to be rough, the way she likes it, biting and sucking as you bounce in between them. They're so warm, wrapping around your face like a pillow.

Your hips jerks as your girlfriend eats you like a woman starved. Her fingers keep stimulating your clit as she tastes each inch of your sopping core, as if drinking ambrosia straight from the source.

You slightly miss that voice. Her sultry, chiding voice, but you’re too tit-drunk to care. You keep sucking like that good girl you are, feeling that crescendo rising again.

She pulls away, strings of your juices stuck to her jaw, whispering into your thigh.

“Cum, my love. Cum all over my lips.”

It’s not a hard order to follow. It takes only a few more laps at your sensitive center for you to convulse, thighs wrapping around her head like ear muffs. You spasms with her tits still in your mouth, lapping at them like a dog.

It’s Thera who finally pulls you away, a sweet, loving look on her face.

“Look at you, so good to me.”

She turns you over before snipping all your bindings, letting you fall against her human top. Your legs wrap around her hips, your arms around her shoulders.

“Shh, dearest. It’s alright. Rest now.”

You take her command to the heart, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and feeling yourself fade into unconsciousness.

“What a perfect girl you are, dearest.” She plants a soft kiss on your shoulder blade and massages the base of your skull. You fall asleep the deep lull in her voice, so happy to be trapped in her spider’s web.

#my writing #reader insert #fem reader #monster x reader #monster romance #requests

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antvnger · 1 year

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ok so initially i made my trainer in pokemon scarlet my pokesona named arachne (who's back is shown cuz i didnt think to have her face the camera rip). shes shown with hestia the larvesta (the lil floofy caterpillar lookin dudette), habañero the fuecoco (the lil chili pepper croc who is partially off screen as well), a meowscarada i got in a trade that i affectinately refer to flora, and raspberry the shiny gyrados (the first shiny i got in this game!)

then i found out that not only can you change your characters hair color and style, but you can also change some of their facial features like adding freckles or changing eye color and shape! so naturally, that made me want to cosplay different characters i like. i was gonna cosplay as ms frizzle but they didnt have a bun. they had curly/frizzy hair but they were all really short and for some reason those just didnt seem like how she'd style her hair if it was short. hm... kinda wanna try drawing her with shorter hair now, i think i have a couple ideas that'd be super cute on her!

i did find out they did have space buns that looked an awful lot like winifred's hair (just less floofy) so im cosplaying her.

not an exact match obviously, but still!! ive spent the last 12 minutes just messing around and cosplaying different characters. which is the same thing ive done from x and y as well as sword and shield. basically, if a game lets me customize characters, i will spend hours doing so shdjjd

Wow! You’ve gotten pretty close! I like it! It looks really cool! I think the frizzy hair in those buns totally works!

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #aphnatasha #winifred sanderson #ms frizzle #ant man #antman

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fantasticstoryteller · 3 years

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New Dynasty Chapter 48

Peter kept an eye on the monitor, which showed Arachne in the training room with Bea Arthur. The girl was teaching the thing how to work with her webbing. The amazing thing was—it was learning. He watched as Bea Arthur launched herself towards the ceiling using one of Arachne’s web strings to increase her jump.

“So,” Peter said as he looked away from the monitor at Tony and Pepper (Howard was at Natasha and Bruce’s place with Sasha and Brian). “What is it that required sending the children away?”

Pepper giggled, and then took a deep breath. “I have to tell you what happened with Thor,” she said, eyes twinkling.

Tony saluted them with his bottle of ginger ale. He took a sip and grimaced. “I think it’s growing on me,” he muttered.

“Apparently,” Pepper said, not distracted in the least, “there’s this order of female priests. Female, celibate priests who wear mostly bikini-like leather.”

“Which makes no sense at all,” Wade interjected. “I mean, that covers nothing and skin’s gotta be protected—besides,” he added looking around at the group, “bikinis? In a celibate order?”

“I guess,” Pepper said, trying not to smile, “Loki thought the same thing. He arrived with some glittering dust that he said was love dust, and before Thor could stop him he sprinkled it on all of the priests—who then targeted Thor.” She dissolved into laughter again.

“They were throwing said bikini-like items at him,” Tony said calmly, “and he got through the gate into the penthouse just as the bottom to one of those smacked him in the back of the head.” Pepper howled with laughter again as Tony took another grudging swallow of ginger ale. “Those things are beaded,” he added.

“It was stuck in his hair!” Pepper squealed as she grabbed the cushion again to smother her laughter.

“Thank God Howard was still asleep,” Tony muttered. “I don’t want to explain that for another few years.”

“Stuck from—”

“Don’t ask.”

Peter wasn’t about to be distracted. “That’s not what you called us here for.”

“No.” Tony sighed and rested the cool bottle against his head. “One of the people captured from the invasion on the mansion started talking.” He looked up at them. “They were from an old, outdated program that’s somehow still being funded.”

“Weapon-X,” stated Wade coldly.

Tony nodded grimly. “Somehow they got their hands on data from the children we rescued—and, luckily, the data was incomplete.” He turned to Peter. “You remember how surprised Bruce was that there was no research on her webs? There was—but that information had been sent somewhere else and wasn’t part of the lab we raided.”

“So the intruders knew about Arachne’s webs—”

“But not her healing factor.” Tony nodded. “I imagine, given what I heard from Wolverine, that came as a distinct shock to them.”

“‘What you heard from Wolverine’?” asked Wade looking at Tony. “What did you hear from Wolverine? And why are we only hearing about it now?”

“Because X-Manor isn’t in New York City limits and I wanted people to interrogate,” said Tony. He clearly didn’t care. Wade shifted to get up, to attack Tony.

Peter held out an arm. Wade settled back in his seat muttering to himself. “What else did you get?” Peter asked, still keeping one eye on the monitor. Arachne seemed to be having fun.

Tony sighed. “They were going to sell the kids to the program as soon as they were old enough. The information they sent over was nothing but teaser information—something designed to spark interest.”

“I know what teaser information is,” Peter told him absently as he mentally ran over the ramifications. “I helped Pepper with your last press release.” He frowned. “Weapon-X,” he muttered, “would have to know that this was a long-term project. The children are aging at a normal rate—”

“As far as we can tell,” Tony interjected.

“—and we’re not sure how old they are. The people responsible for this would have had to let Weapon-X know that this was going to have a long time before the results they wanted.”

“Especially,” said Pepper, fully somber now, “since they kept ‘failing’ experiments.”

“Be glad you didn’t watch those experiments,” muttered Tony. “I don’t think I’ve slept since.”

“You said they didn’t know about Arachne’s healing factor,” Wade said. His voice was emotionless, almost dead. “How did Wolverine know about it?”

“There was a woman known as The Witch there.”

Both Peter and Wade started. “That bitch!” growled Wade. “How is she still alive?”

“She isn’t,” said Tony. “Wolverine killed her.”

“Are you sure?” asked Peter.

“Well, her corpse was taken to the morgue and hasn’t left,” said Tony.

“I don’t understand,” Pepper said looking between the three of them. “Who’s The Witch?”

“She’s a—I’m not sure what she is,” said Wade. “She makes these dolls out of fragile, breakable things, and she ties something that belongs to you to it.” Wade went silent and Peter knew he was thinking of the last time they met the woman—when what she’d taken was a piece of the Spiderman suit in order to break his legs.

“After it’s tied,” Peter took over, “she can use it to hurt you.”

“Well, she was put guarding the prisoners,” Tony said. “Arachne taught Kitty how to open the collars—”

Wade snorted. “Of course she did. Baby Girl’s a genius like Peter.”

“And then made herself into a distraction. First thing the woman did was break Arachne’s arm.”

The arm of the couch that Peter was on snapped from the pressure. He took a deep breath and forced his hand to release what was left of the fabric covered wood before putting it in his lap. “And then?” he asked.

“Her arm healed—and so did the twig of the doll that snapped. After trying to snap her neck—with the same result—the woman tossed the doll in the air and it hung—and so did Arachne. Kitty had gotten Wolverine free, and he killed the woman.”

“It’s true,” Wade said grimly, “that she must not have been prepared for the healing factor. I remember what she did with me.”

“What did she do?” asked Pepper, eyes wide.

“She dropped Wade’s doll in a glass of water,” Peter said grimly. “He kept reviving only to drown again until I tipped the glass over.

“God, I hope that woman is really dead this time,” growled Wade.

#Spider-Man #Deadpool #Spideypool

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bonniebird · 7 years

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Natasha x Young!Reader

“Excuse me.” Tony muttered when he spotted the last person he wanted to be in the Avengers building waiting for him.

“I am sorry to do this to you but… we can’t look after her anymore.” The woman hissed, seeming frantic enough to draw the Avengers attention and they all slowly filed towards the door.

“I understand but she has… nowhere else to go, I can find her somewhere new but you’ll have to wait a while.” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose when she scoffed and glanced at Natasha.

“Anything to keep her away from that.” She spat and left, not seeing how Tony caught Natasha before she could argue back.

“What is she talking about?” She demanded. “Who has nowhere to go?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” He snapped and hurried off.

He should have known better than to hide something from her. She found where he was hiding his secret and met him there when he went to talk with the woman again.

“You shouldn’t have come.” He warned and she rolled her eyes, motioning for him to lead the way.

“Arachne?” Tony called and the woman hurried into the hall, pursing her lips when she saw Natasha stood behind him.

“Uncle Tony!” A delighted squeal bounced around the large entrance room and a short girl with a tangle of red hair collided with Tony.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you in a while.” He muttered as he crouched down.

“It's ok I saw you fighting the Hulk on the news.” You smiled when he chuckled and your eyes finally travelled to the woman who was standing awkwardly.

“Arachne, go and make yourself a sandwich.” The woman snapped and she hurried off, doing as she was told while the woman turned to glare at the two people who darkened her doorway.

“You brought her here?” The woman hissed. “After all your attempts to keep her away from those horrors you bring her here!”

“I have paid you to look after her, you said you can’t look after her anymore so I’m going to take her to live with the Avengers, Miss Potts will oversee her education.” Tony explained and she seemed to relax.

“Well at least she won’t be learning savageness.” She sighed reluctantly.

They moved into the kitchen where you had made several sandwiches, setting one in front of each adult before getting your own and climbing onto a chair.

“She looks familiar.” Natasha muttered once you started to clean up the mess you’d made and took everyone’s plates to the kitchen.

“I need to explain some things to you.” Tony admitted and smiled when you glanced at Natasha.

“Hello Arachne.” Pepper smiled and embraced the little girl in a big hug, taking her hand as she went to show her around.

“You said we needed to talk.” Natasha asked as she waited for Tony to explain. “Just come out and say it. Don’t wait around.”

“She is… a clone of… you. Shield worked on several like her with different…” He trailed off when she shook her head and stormed off. Tony let out a long sigh and slumped against the wall as his fingers drummed on the table. He watched Nat spotting you and Pepper, seeing anger on her face before she seemed to calm and started to follow you and Pepper as Pepper finished the tour.

“…and this is the living room.” Pepper finished as the little girl hurried around, running up the steps and peaking over the edge of the balcony.

“I guess he finally told you.” She asked Natasha who was watching her clone carefully.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it to be honest. It’s not like Black Widows are supposed to… you know.” She sighed as she gestured to you and smiled when she captured the child’s attention and she started to shyly head over to them.

“I know who you are, Uncle Tony says you’re like a special kind of Mommy and you’re a superhero.” She told Natasha who looked terrified for a moment before giving her an even wider smile.

“Would you like to go with Natasha to get some toys?” Pepper offered when she spotted the longing look in her friend’s eyes.

“Yes please.” She whispered in awe and Natasha grinned.

“I’ll introduce you to the other Avengers at dinner time.” Natasha offered as the delighted girls hand and led her to the huge garage of cars.

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Here it’s is.I been thinking about making this and it’s finally here. That right! The misfit mansion hanahaki disease au also checks out my star knights hanahaki disease au art on my account.

The story:took place after misfit mansion

Iris has always learned about her sexuality despite been a monster’s, she was wondering about her sexuality, as time went on she find out about that she liked girl instead of boys, iris then decided to accept that she a lesbian but worrying that everyone will make fun of her or her friends kel and Agnes ended their friendship with her if she revealed to everyone that she a lesbian, iris decided to keep it hidden until the right moment, iris was thinking about dahlias……she wasn’t worried about her but………she was feeling something……..she feel……like she was in love……she felt this every time she come across or look at dahlias……iris then knew that she had a crush on her……….iris’s……like dahlias……..sure she is creepy at all but……..iris seems to like her art and understanding about dahlias………normal she hang out with other horror other then kel and Agnes, but the more she hangs out with dahlia the more feelings she has for her……she doesn’t want to admit it but it’s true…..she is too much of a coward to tell her how she feels……..just when she thought everything was fine……but then…..she is started feeling something…..she rush to the bathroom when no horror or human are there…..and then lock the door and look at the mirror and….……she is then coughing up flowers with blood…….it’s was impossible she thought as she look at the mirror..………..there is no ways its possible she thought…..but as time went on, she is keep on coughing up flowers……she has to get rid of the flowers by flashing them down the toilet or vomit in the trash can as it’s was little petals that no one pay attention but as time went on…….its started to get worse………she was trying to hide and telling everyone especially mr halloway that she is find….but kel and Agnes know something is wrong with her and they were worried about her…..…as some of the flowers petals iris was trying to get rid were on the floor…….flowers petals keep…….on…….showed up on the trash can……and dahlia was also worried about her as iris was keep on above her…….all three of them knew something is wrong with iris……especially her face that she is lying and some blood were dripping from her lip……

So yeah……this is literally long at fuck……so yeah hope you enjoy it (or don’t)…..by the way check out misfit mansion.it’s a pretty good graphic novel that deserves more attention! It’s made by kay davault the same person who made oddity woods and star knights.

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