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[remixingreality]

[ultralightpoe]

Venomous- Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Gahhhhhh, enjoy. Part 2 soon

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, mentions of murder.

Word Count: 7566

Requests: OPEN! [This work is a request]

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Enjoy!

Inland Taipan 

Scientific Name: Oxyuranus microlepidotus

- 

“Despair is the price one pays when they set an impossible aim.” Dreykov murmurs, his voice sending a chill down your spy as he circles you slowly. His footsteps fall into a pattern your brain can’t help but follow, a constant thud like a war drum. 

And though he claimed to be checking you for your next mission you couldn’t help but feel as though he was circling you like a predator would it’s prey. 

‘He needed you’, you tried to remind yourself, doing your best to ease yourself and hide the fear from him. Because the truth was he didn’t need you. You might be his top assassin in this moment but you were easily replaceable. 

Natasha herself had warned you before she escaped. 

“We are nothing but weapons here.” She had whispered to you one night, huddled together to keep warmth on the mission, arms wound tightly around each other. Your sister in arms, your sister in life since you didn’t know your own family. 

You had known she wanted out, you wanted the same thing, and though you weren’t mad she had made it out you were upset that she had done it without you. 

Countless times dreaming of a life beyond all of this. 

Lies. 

“Do you understand what this means, pretty girl?” Dreykov asks, pulling your attention away from your memories back to where he know stood behind you, staring at him through the reflection of the mirror while you shake your head. 

You were nervous he had caught you, that he knew you had hacked into his system three days ago to find your birth name, and so when you had been ordered down you were sure he was going to kill you. 

But instead he had you prep for an upcoming mission. 

“It means not to set yourself up for failure. You know your skill, and you know your limitations. You are my top weapon.” He explains, not breaking eye contact as you bite back your tongue to make a snide comment. “The mission I am about to send you on is long and I trust no one but you.”

“Thank you.” You mutter, nodding your head. 

“I’d like to introduce you to the key of this mission, a vital part.” The door opens a couple feet away, and a strong figure was soon led into the room, the second you spot him your entire body tightens in discomfort. 

Right, Natalia Romanov was gone and you had taken her place. Which meant you would now do duo missions with the Winter Soldier himself. 

And you knew the moment your eyes traced over his body that he would ruin everything. By the way his eyes traced over your own before his fists tightened you knew he was thinking the same about you. 

- 

Dr. Aquinos always had a noticeable look of pity that, no matter how many times you saw it, always set your stomach twisting in a mix of anger and embarrassment. But you were sure if you were to bring this up she would simply tell you that you were over reading, trying to find an excuse not to trust her. 

‘By the sounds of it you weren’t always this distrusting, why don’t we try to go back and think about when that began to change’. Blah blah blah. 

The clock on the wall was the only sound that could be heard in the room, with you sitting completely still in an effort to wait out this hour until you could leave, and her across from you sitting patiently with her classic notepad and pen. She often twirled it between her fingers when she was getting impatient, and you tried not to smirk at the sight of her doing it now. 

“I thought we had moved past this waiting game routine.”

“I thought you were over that sweater,” You huff, shrugging your shoulder a bit and giving her an empty glare, only to find that she narrows her eyes. Like a lion reading the challenge. 

“You look sick.” There it is again, that damn pity that made you want to scratch out her eyes, and maybe your own. You always hated her pity, or maybe you hated the ‘serene’ paintings around the room or the happy family photo that proudly hung from the wall next to the office door. The same photo that always dug a hole in your chest whenever you spotted it. 

It was a reminder and a slap in the face at the same time. Dr. Aquinos kids will never know that pain or suffering which isn’t their fault and yet you couldn’t stop the resentment that filled you whenever you saw that damn photo. The smile that reminded you of so many… so many children that deserved better. 

You hated this office, and yet you found yourself here once a damn week. 

“I believe the term you are looking for is sickening.” You flash her a wide smile, crossing your legs to seem more confident in this moment, trying not to seem like that movement alone caused you pain. 

“I mean sick.” She states, her tone still holding that fucking pity. “Was it a long night for you?”

Yes. It had been an extremely long night for you. The first half of the night had been spent on top of a roof in the freezing cold for surveillance, only the target had shown up 40 minutes later than he normally did which meant you had an extra 40 minutes of the winter air making you shiver and tightening your bones. Which made the hip injury you tried to avoid all the worse, hard to move around. 

By the time you managed to limp your way home, scarfing down  the small rations of food into your mouth before shoving a pain pill down and diving into the cot you kept in the closet for safety. 

You had gotten maybe an hour worth of sleep before the terrors dragged you awake in a pool of your own sweat, panic clinging to your every move. 

Your hip still hurt, the throbbing beginning to work it’s way into your spine, but you had a performance to play here. “Not really, I slept through the night and woke up in my soft warm bed.”

“You’re not still sleeping on the military cot in the closet then?”

“No,” You lie, enjoying the way it slips past your lips without a notch. “I’ve got a queen size bed now.”

Yet another lie, your apartment held a duffel bag of your mission gear and suit. One dresser of normal clothes, the cot in the closet. That was all you needed. 

And it’s pathetic, the way you once dreamed of this for so long just to be living this miserable existence. 

“It’s common to miss it, you know, there is no shame in that. It’s the pain and the change, you feel like you have nothing right now but I can assure you that’s not true.” She mumbles softly, and you hate the way she can read you that easily. 

It was true, you missed the red room. You missed your sisters and you missed the routine. You never needed to be someone in the rooms, out here in the world? A new story completely. 

You were nothing, no one. 

All you had was a name and even that didn’t seem like it belonged to you. 

“Why don’t we keep expanding on your years in the rooms….” She switches the conversation, knowing you both had hit a dead end, choosing a new route. “You told me a little about it before and I noticed that most widows have specialty names built off of that name itself. But you didn’t, can you explain why you were named….the ‘viper’ was it?”

“Yes.” Ironically the way you bite this out makes the ending sound like your very own hiss, all you needed now was a rattle and black eyes. 

“Can you explain to me how you got that name?”

“Because of…. Him.” Even referencing him left a sore spot in your chest, sweat beading the back of your neck. 

“Ah, Bucky Barnes.” She hums, and you hated that people called him that. You hated that he got his name and his recovery. He was the Soldat, he would never change and of course people were falling for his trap. 

You had long ago. 

“The SOLDAT gave me the name on our mission.” You sneer, “What time is it?”

The clock had stuck, you were sure of it. And when she reached to check the time on her watch you caught sight of her notes with the words HEALTH RISK circled and underlined, her family photo once again making you a bit nauseous as she hums out and nods to the door to let you know the time was up. 

“I look forward to our next session.”

“I don’t.” It was the truth, and you enjoyed the fact that you could speak the truth with her even if she got a little too close. “But I wish you a good week, I hope your family is okay.”

The smile that spreads across her face as you leave makes you angry, but not at her, at yourself. 

She was right, you were a health risk. To yourself and to others, but that wouldn’t matter soon, the second you completed your final task you wouldn’t have to worry anymore. 

The list of names you had made for yourself, your last mission on this miserable life would be to take out the people that hurt you. 23 names total, and at the very end of the list in the neatest handwriting you could muster was ‘The Soldat’. 

You would leave this earth, but he would leave it first. 

- 

Alternative name/s:

Fierce Snake, Small-scaled Snake, Lignum Snake 

-

It was easy to ignore the widow,  she liked to keep to herself in the corner of the small safe house they were keeping in on the first part of the mission. 

A list of names, 118 total, that Hydra and the Red Room needed gone as soon as possible. Risks that needed to be handled. And the Soldat was used to doing missions on his own but they paired him with the Widow to help. 

And at first he was sure she would be trouble, but he was proven to be wrong since the Widow seemed just as sure as him that she didn’t want to be near him. 

Right now she sat in the corner, crisscrossing, taking time to clean all her knives with the polishing kit that most of the Hydra safe houses had to keep their gear clean. Her hands worked seamlessly, making sure that the knife shown under the light, and he couldn’t seem to look at anything else but her. 

Maybe the Soldat was annoyed that she had used the polishing kit before he could. Maybe he just liked seeing that someone else had the same routine he did on these missions. Or maybe he was interested in the vials sitting beside her. 

As if she could read his thoughts she reached for one, keeping the knives before her on the ground as she twisted the cap to the vial and moved to pour the liquid over each weapon before taking what was left and he was confused by the fact that she was putting on her suit.

He looked closer, realizing that there were vials hidden within her sleeve. He wanted to know what they were for until she looked up to give him a knowing smile, teeth flashing in a way that pissed him off. 

He turned away again, so she can go back to doing her hair and looking at her reflection. 

But it all made sense the night of the first hunt. She had started at the other end of the house and planned to make their way through to find their target, and by the time he did find her she already had the target within her clutch. 

His arm twisted within her legs to keep him in place with one hand pushing his head so his neck was exposed while her other wrist snaps to reveal two puncture points at the knuckles of her suit made to look like fangs. Only a flash of those before they reach his neck. 

She removes herself immediately and he rushes to get the target, worried that he would fight back and wondering what would make the widow so stupid to let him go before he realizes that the Target wasn’t moving at all. Instead he seems paralyzed as he died slowly. 

When he whirls back to the Widow she is once again facing a mirror, fixing her hair and lipstick before turning to him with a smile that twisted his chest. “Are there any more loose ends?” 

The russian falls off his tongue with ease and she narrows her eyes at him to tilt her head. 

“Tous les détails sont pris en charge,” [All the loose ends are taken care of.] She shrugs, twirling her hair before spinning on her toes and swaying her hips to walk away. His brain racks for a moment, never great at French which she had realized on the first day, and followed the brat down the hall. 

He risks a look down the hall where Marvin Montys child slept and spots the blood splatter on the wall, before following her. 

At least the widow could do her job. 

- 

“You’re making a lot of progress, Bucky.” Dr. Raynor hums out, nodding her head as she watches him from her regular spot. She hasn’t scribbled on her notepad in the past 30 minutes of their hour-long session, and he hopes that’s a good sign. “But I’d like to dive a bit deeper for a moment, cut to the harsh point if you don’t mind.”

“Not like I have a choice here Doc.” He mutters, but his tone lacks the usual bite. 

“Funny,” She smirks for a second before sitting up a bit. “There’s a patch of memories that you said helped you break from the Soldier with Steve. Made it easier, your own words.” 

“There was. About a month before I was sent out to get Steve….. I had just gotten back from another mission.”

“The one with the ‘Viper’ is that correct?”

He has to clear his throat in attempt to fight off the tightness, feeling his chest constrict in pain as he nods. 

“It was a long mission. I hadn’t been away from the chair for that long before and she managed to break through every crack formed. Or at least we thought she did.”

“Have you tried to find her? Since you have come back?” 

“I started trying to find her the second Steve found me.” He explains, thinking back to when he first started tracking her down. But there was nothing, even going through all the programs he could within the Red Rooms files, he couldn’t find a trace of her anywhere after him. 

He was terrified, because if he couldn’t find a single trace of you that might have meant you were gone and he didn’t think he could survive in a world that he knew didn’t have you in it. 

But then Natasha freed the Red Room while he was ‘snapped’ and the world he came back to was a world with the Widows and all their secrets revealed. And that’s when he found Yelena….. Well Yelena had found him. 

She had been suffering from the loss of her sister, and had taken to finding all the widows herself to make sure they were fine. She was the one person in this world that had the information he needed. 

Sam, the new captain america, had poured over the intel with him. Your intel, the trail to find you. 

“You sound as if you have.”

“Not yet, but I’m close.” He nods. “I have this feeling in my chest, that I’m almost there. That I’ve almost got her. And I can give her what she’s always wanted.”

“And what’s that?”

“A candle that smells like orchids by a front door where you can hang your keys. A door mat decorated to invite kids to trick or treat on Halloween. Curtains that catch the light in the morning.” None of the things he mentioned were his dreams, not until she had mentioned them. 

“I hope you get those things.” He does too. And he was close, matter fact he only had 3 more days before Sam and himself went to find you. 

- 

The inland taipan's venom is the most potent of any snake in the world. A single bite contains enough venom to kill around 100 adult humans. The venom is a cocktail of enzymes that paralyze nerve endings, destroy muscle tissue, and cause severe bleeding

- 

A month with the Soldat had been easy keeping to yourself, 2 months had shown you so much more. 

The first being he was extremely grumpy in the mornings, no matter what. Even before you both had begun getting along you had noticed that he hated them. Every move he made was tight, He would rip open the ration packets and stomp his feet just about anywhere. He would do weapons checks so that all you would hear were the clicks and twists of his gun and the metal hand grabbing everything. 

Then he would do bed checks, coming over to the cot you had claimed as your own to throw you off it and search through your stuff. 

Month three, 3 targets in, you had completely learned his morning routine. And since you had been on watch last night you got the gift of seeing it in real time. After a couple of hours of tossing and turning in his sleep and mumbling something about a Steve he sat up right at 5am, launching himself out of his cot and taking in his surroundings. He glared at you, which made you smirk as he passed to head to the bathroom. He stretched in there, too proud to admit that even the Soldat needed to loosen his muscles. You heard the water run telling you he was right on schedule with cleaning himself up and you took the chance to rest your head on the small pillow to close your eyes before he stomps back. 

You know he is reaching for the ration packets without even opening your eyes, and you know he uses his teeth to tear it open in hopes to release some of the tension he had built up. You know he is already snatching your own ration packet to prepare it, moving to start the kettle and prepare the bowls. 

You have another 15 minutes of him checking his weapons, hearing him grunt with every weapon cleaned and polished before making sure they were all strapped into their holsters. The kettle starts ringing and he has the habit of rushing to grab it before it bothered you, and you always thought it was the most human thing to do, like a glimpse into who he would have been if he hadn’t become this monster. 

The smell of cream of wheat fills the air, and you hear his steps come to your cot, right on time. 

In the beginning he used to snatch you up to fling you, now he merely reached out a hand to guide you up without an ounce of aggression before he searched through your stuff. And normally you would go grab the rationed breakfast and get ready but today you chose to head to his own cot, sliding into it. 

You were just tired, and you really didn’t care as he turned to glare at you while you curled up, pretending that you weren’t basking in the smell of the leather and soap he wore, pressing your face into the cloth of the cot. A small ounce of fear fills you when he marches forward, only for him to pull the blanket up and cover your shoulders. 

And the warmth fills your body, black filling your vision as you fall asleep once more, this time in the Soldats bed. 

You wake a little later, eyes snapping around the room to check everything, finding the Soldat sitting over his tech to watch your next target. He snaps his head to you the second you sit up, eyes tracing over you before nodding in contempt and turning back to the task at hand. 

When you stand from the cot to grab your gear you are shocked to find that he had already prepared it for you. 

Not only had the Soldat let you sleep, but he had helped you prepare. 

And that small tug in your chest is a weakness, you know it, but that doesn’t stop you from turning to watch him work. 

If he wasn’t in this life you were sure he would have been a good man. 

You felt bad lying to him,  but you had to because good man or not he was a soldier first. And a good soldier would take you out for your weakness, a good soldier would kill you for what you were doing. 

- 

The worst part of waking up was the fact that you couldn’t escape the dreams and memories even with your eyes open. Most think that it’s over once you wake, but for you? Never. Every move is haunted by the past, every breath another painful punishment, and everywhere you look is just another reminder. There was nowhere you could escape. 

So when you manage to pull yourself from the nightmare, sitting up with your clothes drenched in a cold sweat, the darkness of the closet surrounding you like a blanket of protection. 

You’re not there….You remind yourself. If it’s dark then they are leaving you alone. 

And when you sit up, pain shoots through your hip at every single move, letting yourself out of the closet you begin your routine. 

3 am, a slight shower. Not long in fear you would be caught and in part you didn’t want to run too much water. Brush teeth, dress in suit. 

3:15, limp to the kitchen and start boiling water before you reach into your duffel to grab the pain pills you kept hidden away. The prescription written in your name feels wrong, like aren’t actually yours, like you are living the life of a stranger. But you remind yourself it doesn’t matter anyways as you shove it in your mouth, going back to scarf the cream of wheat down and then you head out for an intel session. 

You never take the door, instead you snatch your duffel and remove a little of the newspaper to slide out and climb down the fire escape. 

You take back roads, your static sounder messing up any footage of yourself the cameras might have caught. And soon enough you were prepping yourself to watch your target, venom sitting in the wrists of your suit, a little bit of that past routine giving you something to focus on. 

20 more names on the list until you would go after the Soldat, 21 more names total. 21 names until you are finished with it all. 

All you had to do was wait for the perfect time to kill this one. 

- 

The bite of the Inland Taipan with envenomation can be rapidly fatal, it can take as early as 30 minutes

- 

The Widow had worn on the Soldat, a shame to admit. 

A routine had built where it shouldn't have and now instead of working around each other they worked with each other. They made the rations together, ate together, cleaned their weapons and reloaded them together. 

When he would sit to watch the intel she began coming to sit with him, if not to watch it herself she would lean her head against him and find something to busy herself with while he worked. 

But the biggest change was the banter. 

Gone were the days of him grunting and glaring, she would refuse that now. Instead they found themselves going back and forth, but it was never serious, mostly teasing. 

She would speak in French to piss him off because she knew the Soldat struggled to keep up with it. He would come out of the shower and lean over where she slept to make the water drip down on her while she tried to sleep. She would trip him as he tried to get dressed and he would pull out strands of hair while she did it. 

Back and forth, push and pull. 

Today, when they were planning to start the intel stage on the next target it had turned out to be a downpour of rain, and normally he would go anyway. And yet, when you went to grab your suit he reached out his flesh hand to stop you, pulling you to sit back down. 

“Today, we rest.” He orders, watching your eyes narrow at the russian before you nod and stand, keeping ahold of his hand as you head to where you both keep the stash of rations. 

This safe house was freezing, and it made him miss the last one, not to mention this safe house only held one cot. The best part about this safe house? 

It had amazing rationing food. 

So when you shook the pack to heat it up he made sure to stay close and start the kettle. Keeping so close that he could always feel your arm against him. 

And once the rations were ready you both huddled together against the counters for cover so you could let your walls down a bit, sitting side by side. You shared your beef and potatoes, he shared his spaghetti, eating out of the portion packs and drinking the tea. But his favorite part about this new routine was when the conversation turned to dreams. 

“If I wasn’t in this program……” You hum, and he can’t help but watch your every movement, the way you lick your hips and scratch your forehead in contemplation. “I would have a big house.” 

He huffs out a laugh, shoving the last of his food in mouth as you shrug. “Yes, a big house. And…… and I would have a candle that smells like orchids so whenever people enter they think it smells nice….. And maybe a rug outside the door so they can see it when the kids trick or treat.”

He can’t help the smile that forms from listening about your dream, grabbing your trash to throw away before cleaning out the mugs you both used. 

“Oh! I’d have kids. At least 7!” You continue, following him before shuffling to tech case to find your camera set up. He knows you’re going to triple check that everything is working to busy yourself, something you often did whenever you brought up the idea of kids. 

Widows couldn’t have kids, this he knew. They all received the procedure. To stop periods, to keep their bodies from transforming too much and too prevent pregnancies whenever Dreykov sent them on seduction missions. And before the Soldat had met you none of that had really mattered to him. 

But now, the thought of you being used like that, it made him furious. And he tried to figure out ways to prevent it, ways to stay attached to you as a mission partner forever. 

But that would never happen, they would never allow that. So he tries not to think about it, instead he moves forward to pull you away from the tech, pulling you to the cot so you both can lay down, pulling the blanket up and wrapping you in his arms. 

“Goodnight,” You whisper in french, and pinches your arm to make you laugh before letting himself fall asleep. \

- 

Bucky had the defense of saying that they had tried knocking first, and that was a lame defense at that. But he thought about his arguments as he picked the lock with ease, pushing the door open and letting Sam take the lead. 

At the last second his flesh hand grabs at the Captain America suit, pulling his friend back to warn him. “A quick heads up, she doesn’t fight like the others.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“No, don’t let her wrap her legs around you and don’t let her knives come into contact, small slash or not they are all laced in venom. And above all avoid getting punctured by any of her weapons.” He explains. 

“I thought we were going in to reason with her.”

“We are.” Bucky sighs, his chest constricting in pain. “She’s just a little lost. We’ve all been there.”

The need for revenge was strong. He had been there himself, Yelena had been there. Many widows have been there. And you were currently handling that yourself, handling all the trauma yourself. And that thought hurt him. 

Sam had agreed to help, to come with him and find you, talk you down from this path Captain America style. 

So they stood together as they pushed the door in, searching every inch of the apartment for you until they realized you weren’t here. So instead they looked around for where you might be. 

“I thought all the Hydra Safe Houses had been torn apart.” Sam mutters, admiring the work you did on the windows, newspaper covering nearly every inch while Bucky moves to the closet where he had seen the bed in their search for you. 

He could imagine you nestled up in the cot, surrounded in the dark. The way you used to pull the covers completely over your head to hide from the sun and use your feet to pull the blanket in so you were fully cocooned. 

But this….. None of this was you. Countless times talking about your dreams and this was the outcome? You deserved better. 

“Everything you told me about her just doesn’t seem right here.” Sam mutters once more moving to the kitchens and digging through the cabinets. “Military rations and tea. That’s all.”

“She was so full of life, used to dream of her freedom. She needs help.” Bucky snaps, anger beginning to course through him as he heads to the kitchen. One of your biggest things when you were paired was hiding the tech when you left so no one would have access. 

Your favorite spot was always the bottom left cabinet and sure enough it all sat there. 

“Brilliant.” Sam smiles, leaning over the laptop as Bucky hacks his way in to see what you have been watching. It takes a moment for the footage to load, and once it does he finds video footage of a man walking around his apartment in a towel. 

“Live feed.” Bucky mumbles. 

“That’s Eaiton,” Sam sighs, leaning forward as the man walks down a hall and heads into what looks to be a master bedroom. The footage follows the movement and when the feed changes to another camera you had hidden Sam whistles. “And that is NOT Eaitons wife.”

“Course not.” Bucky chuckles, pulling out his phone to enter in the address on the intel. “What do you know about him?”

“Nothing much. Was on Congress, just got removed but they didn’t announce it. Kept the whole thing hush hush. Last I talked to Yelena she was looking into his name, it’s why I recognized him so quickly.”

“The address isn’t far off, if we take the back roads we can avoid traffic.” Bucky explains, beginning to lead the way out of the apartment while already dialing on his phone. It rings and rings and rings.  Once the call fails he tries again and again and again. 

Finally it’s picked up, a brash voice filling his ears, out of breath. “Who the fuck keeps calling?!”

“Jared Eaiton, I’m calling to inform you that your life is in danger. I advise you to not hang up.” Bucky starts, watching Sams wings expand so he can take off as he straddles his bike. “I need you to do a couple things for me, starting with having you and the women you are with get dressed as normally as possible. I need you to act natural.”

“Why? For what?”

“Sir, there is a Widow somewhere near your apartment,” He explains, though part of him wants to let you get your revenge he knew you were better than this. You were more than a widow. “Step two, are you ready?”

- 

Inland taipans are generally calm and reclusive, preferring to escape from trouble. However, they will defend themselves and strike if provoked, mishandled, or prevented from escaping

- 

The Soldat moved easily with you, striding side by side as you prepared to take out the target. And normally you loved his proximity, but today it did nothing but give you anxiety. 

Something he seemed to be picking up on. 

Before you could split from him to follow the plan he grabs your elbow slowly, making sure to not trigger the fang puncture on your wrist, pulling you close to press his forehead against yours. “I don’t like this plan.”

“It’s a plan we have done many times.” You try to laugh, giving him your best pretty smile to push him off the track. It only makes it worse. 

“There is something wrong with you today.” He grunts out, keeping you close. “I don’t want to separate.”

“We do this, this is the plan.” You huff, “Don’t stress grumpy man.” 

You lean up on your toes to kiss his cheek, watching his eyes narrow at you a little more, but you smile like nothing is wrong once more. Leaving his arms and heading off. 

You didn’t have time, he had been a little grumpy this morning which meant he will work faster on the mission, and you had two kids to smuggle out before he caught you. 

You had made sure to take the side closest to their room for this mission, climbing up to the second story window and sliding in like a shadow. It takes 5 steps until you are in their room, and your heart expands the second you see them. 

They slept so soundly, looking so peaceful that you knew you were a villain just for having to wake them up. But you do, keeping a hand over their mouths to keep them calm as you order them in english. 

“I need you to listen.” You order, as they both try to move away. “Follow me. Now.” 

The boy jumps to do so, the girl however holds her ground until you get on her level. “Listen to me, you and your brother are in danger here. And unless you want him to be hurt you will follow me.”

And so they do. 

You work quickly, breaking a vase as you pass, spraying a bottle of fake blood to make it look like splatter before you have them hold onto you as you crawl out the same way you entered. 

The Agent you worked with most the time was already standing in the streetlight waiting for you to deliver them. “Go with him, he will keep you safe.”

The boy, once again, does not wait to run and you’re sure he is still half asleep. The girl keeps a firm clutch on your hand, forcing you to kneel as a loud bang sounds out, letting you know the Soldat is nearly done. 

“I need you to go.” You whisper, pushing some of the hair from her face and tracing her cheek with your fingers. “He’ll take care of you ….. I promise.”

She nods, crying, but runs off. 

And you don’t have time, but you watch anyways. The way the agent scoops them up and hugs them close, both their arms wrapped tightly around him. You envy it, and you hate it all in the same go. 

They will never see their parents again, they will never know the safety of their home. After today they are ruined. 

But you could at least make sure they get into the car safely before heading back, out of breath with tears falling down your face. 

You’re so panicked about time that you slip on your way in, slipping in the fake blood and slamming into the broken glass of the vase right as the Soldat comes around the corner in a fury. 

You panic, the rage written on his face makes you think he knows. He must know. This was the end and he would go back and find the kids, This will all be ruined. 

But the second he kneels in front of you the rage disappears, instead he is pulling at your limbs so he can look you over, checking you for any injuries you realize. 

“It’s not my blood.” You try to explain. 

“It is.” He snaps, eyes narrowing as he pulls a piece of glass from your hip. “You’re hurt.”

And when you look down you realize it is in fact some of your blood, since you had fallen on the vase. He pulls you to look back at him, keeping his hand on your jaw. “Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t check for the kids, he merely drags you away. 

- 

The target was acting weird, both him and his prostitute were. You knew better than that, and you refused to let this one slip away today, you were so sick of watching him and his hookers. 

So you grabbed your gear, and went to work. 

Never take the front door, that was the first rule. So you climbed onto the roof of his apartment building, finding the skylight and carving your way in, sliding down on a rope to land on your feet and pull out your knife prematurely. 

Immediately you know something is off, the sharp feeling in your spine makes you feel like there is a predator near. 

A predator you know all too well by the smell of leather. 

You can’t help the hiss that passes your lips as you whirl to find him, kicking out to knock him off his feet as soon as you can. Only he was prepared for that, catching your foot with his metal, pulling you close only to barely dodge the knife you slash at him, his eyes wide. 

You take his shock to your favor, slashing at him again, his metal arm coming up to protect him. The clash rings out and you hiss again, making him grunt out as you distribute the weight. Only to get knocked off your ass by another figure. 

You had been so distracted with your hate for the Soldat that you missed the red white and blue suit.

You waste no time to twist and attack at them, turning feral with the need to kill.  

And then the fight turns 2 against one. Every slash you make is dodged by a metal shield or a metal arm, every kick is met with one of their own, every punch is caught and pushed away. They both track your movements well, easily even. 

You kick the chest of the Captain, sending him reeling back, throwing a knife to trap his sleeve to the ground as you turn back to the Soldat and move to stab the knife down, he catches it between the crook of his metal arm, grunting out to keep you further back. 

“I don’t want to do this.” He grunts out as you push down with the knife, hissing. “You don’t need to do this.”

“Need?” You laugh bitterly. “I want to do this.”

And you almost got it until he kicked out your feet and sent you reeling back. 

You were getting desperate, panicked, and though you knew better than to let yourself get this way you couldn’t help it. So with no true aim you threw the knife, the Soldat catching it with one hand as you charge at him, triggering the fangs as you use his own knee to launch up, your knee pressing on his shoulder with your right hand pulling his hair to expose his neck while he drops the knife. 

Instead of pulling you off his arms come up to catch you, like natural instinct. And you are pathetic because you hesitate, this is your chance to get him and yet you feel tears in your eyes as you can’t even push your hand to get him. 

And then you’re being thrown as something hits your back, air leaving your lungs. 

Pain laces through you as you fly off him, the shield flying back to the Captain while you fall to the ground. 

Not only do you feel the pain in your back but your hip hits the floor and you cry out, struggling to get back to your feet to keep fighting. 

“Hey! Don’t you dare!” The man in the USA suit orders, pointing at you like you are a dog. “Stop.”

You hiss while the Soldat chuckles, wiping some of the blood from his lip. “Listen-”

“Fuck you!” You yell, lunging out to attack but it’s no use as you crumble to the ground, your hip giving out. He’s quick to go to help you, only to be pushed back as you reach to snatch another knife only for his boot to step on it. 

“You used to be better at this.” He huffs out, still breathing heavily as the other one comes closer. 

You want to kill him, to yell at him and hit him. You want to tell him that he’s the reason for all of this. But the tears are falling and your hip is throbbing. 

You’re useless. 

“Kill me.” You snap. “Just do it. Get it over with.”

You watch as his face crumbles, pain lacing his features while his partner takes charge. 

“We are here to help you, that is all.” He starts. “You want revenge, that’s understandable. But there are better ways, I promise you.”

“Better ways?” You hiss out a laugh through the tears. “You’re kidding me.”

“You want to ruin these men, and I understand.” He leans down, and you risk a look to the Soldat, who is watching you with a devastating look, you are forced to turn back to the other to avoid getting sick. “You have information on them, you can testify-”

“What? So they can get out of it?” 

“No, they could serve time in-”

“COULD. They could.”

“Then we get revenge.” It’s the Soldat that says this, his voice tight. “We will, I promise. You work with Sam and I and we will get intel on them all, enough so that they don’t have a chance. But no killing.”

You look back and forth between them, watching as they have a silent conversation between them, before the captain finally nods with a deep sigh. 

Soldat turns back to you, kicking the knife to you gently. “Come on.”

“I can get you a full pardon.” His partner offers. “Full pardon of all crimes within the red room to now. So long as the three of us work together.”

“My entire list?” You sneer, risking a look to the Soldat one more time. 

“Entire list.” He nods, watching you closely. 

And then it clicks for you. You’re trapped here, there is no doubt. But if you could get closer, to trap him in, you could finish your promise to yourself. 

You can kill him. 

So, with a final hiss and tears falling down your face you nod slowly, clutching your hands into fists as you answer with a ‘deal.’

- 

The inland taipan is a specialist hunter of mammals, and its venom is adapted to kill warm-blooded species. The venom acts quickly to kill the prey before they can bite back or escape

- 

The Soldat helps you the entire way, even though you weren’t actually hurt, which you tried to tell him. But the arguments were no use, he would hear none of it, instead he pushed to carry you until you both made it home. 

He hauls you to the bathroom, setting you down to start the water and let it heat up before removing your suit as slowly as possible. Once the suit of off he helps you sit down so the cut is exposed and he can clean it. 

The fact that such a small cut would bother him so much nearly makes you laugh, but it also gives you butterflies, and you wonder if this is how normal people feel. So you lean forward, grabbing his attention. And without thinking you kiss him, your lips meeting his as you melt into him. 

This would change everything, and you know it, but you don’t care. And he didn’t either by the way his arms wrap around you, melting into the kiss just as you had. 

- 

You were going to kill the Soldat, it was something you had promised yourself long ago. In the darkened cell they had kept you in, near dead, the only thing keeping you from giving up was that promise. 

‘I will not leave this earth unless he is gone from it’ 

You would kill him, this was fact, no matter what you had to do. Once you did that you could kill yourself.  This final mission was yours.

-

[beeisntevenhere]

Request Rules !

I realised I havent made an organised post about my requests so here it is lol

☆Fandoms I write !

Mcu

Dc

X-men

MHA/BNHA

Star wars

Actors

Hunger Games

Doctor who

I've seen lots of other stuff so jst ask and I'll probs have seen it

☆ What you can request !

Character x reader - I can't really do M!Reader because I'm not very good at it but NB! or F! yes absolutely just specify, I will do heterosexual BxG, or Homosexual GxG, BxNB, GxNB

Character x Character - This one you can request but it depends on the characters and also it has to follow the rules

Angst - I can write angst although I'm more of a fluff person

Fluff - One of my fav tropes to write I really enjoy it and I love myself some hurt/comfort, i write found family alot so it's probably one of my best tropes

Smut - I can write it but don't expect it to be a 1. A masterpiece 2.Wayy too kinky, there are plenty of writers on this app that can write that better and happily so

Anything not too gory - I don't mind writing gore but I don't know if I'm very good at it, please don't come at me with some horror movie shit tho because I won't do that

Aus - Depends on my mood but overall I will write them

Headcannons - These can be fluffy, smutty, angsty idc I really like writing headcannons but please for the love of God don't ask me for headcannons of a characters private parts I won't spend that much time thinking about that

☆ Things I won't write !

Noncon, Dubcon - nop

Incest - I feel really icky about even writing stepcest so no incest

Abuse - I won't write about said character doing it to reader or reader doing it to character, but characters talking about it for closure and stuff then yes, althought domestic abuse kinda of crosses the line been there done that.

Pedophilia, Zoophilia ect... - No. Althought some agegaps r fine but only if they're legal

Age regression or age play - don't feel comfortable

Watersports, scat, vomit

Feet

Pregnancy

Drugs or being drugged

☆ Other stuff

I won't write smutt of minors all the smut I write they're 18+ or in their adult timeline

I might take a little I do other stuff with my life and writing is not my only hobby

I'm more motivated to write certain characters than others so I might write those faster (they will be listed down below)

Constructive criticism is fine but only when I say I'm okay with it please don't give unwanted criticism

English is not my first language and althought I try to proofread everything I definitely miss some stuff occasionally so I'm sorry if there is any mistakes

I'm not a pro and I'm doing this for free so don't come at me being mean, rude, or disrespectful

☆ At the moment I'm more motivated to write

Anything MCU

Especially:

Bob Reynolds

Any of the mcu characters really

Idk I've reading a bunch of comics so

Some X-men stuff

Especially:

Peter Maximoff

Again I've been reading X-men comics so feel free to request about that too

Any found family

Any Dadneto

Captain marvel (always ⭐️)

I don't consent to my work being posted anywhere else by anyone except me

I dont consent to my work being translated by anyone except me

I dont consent any of my plots to be used by anyone except for me

☆ Any question you maybe have feel free to ask :)

-Bee

[findroleplay]

MESSAGE ME, DONT ONLY LIKE THE POST.

Hello!! My name is Bella, im an 18+ female and im looking for people around my age or in their 20’s to do a Rp based in the MCU(you can pick the time frame, i dont mind)

Im very OC friendly but i only do singles.

Im looking for someone literate who will write responses that are at least one paragraph long, it doesn’t have to be 18 lines, but something that will help me with my responses.

I RP on discord so i can keep things organized, i absolutely adore sending in song ideas, Pinterest boards, character bios, i love the whole 9 yards. Im a very easy person to get along with and im not picky with very much.

What i ask mainly is that you match my enthusiasm and you’re kind.

More about me, im Smutt friendly and i love fluff, angst and drama. When coming up with plots communicate with me first so when something happens i know what to do in the situation.

The ships im looking for:

Bucky Barnes x My female Oc

Your male Oc x My female OC

Your female Oc x My male Oc

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[gloriouspower]

Hey can you write natasha x reader with the prompts 23, 32, 33, 39 thanks

A/n : it's smutt y'all minors stay the fuck away , alright? I gave my warning so let's proceed

Show me ✯

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary : our sweetheart nat gets jelly over a man flirting with us, so she takes matters in her own hands

Mine 🖤

Warning : smutt, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, jealousy, soft dom nat, sub reader, established relationship.

Word count : 1.5k not proof read.

Note : I'm so sorry for taking this long, my laptop broke and I had to get it fixed so so sorry, here I completed this so fast my god 😭

"word" - dialogue

I sat by the counter with a glass of negroni in my hand while this man, who's name i forgot long ago, kept blabbering in front of me, i needed more than just negroni to deal with this good for nothing shit bag, i sighed internally and gave him a smile on whatever he was talking about, why was I doing this? Well being the caretaker of Avengers came with pros and cons and this was being a HUGE con in my ass.

After pepper stepped up as the stark industries CEO, i interviewed for the caretaker replacement and to my pure shock i got it, it's been 5 years after that, now I'm stuck here in another extravagant tony stark Saturday party he hosts, which i absolutely hate but organize it for him anyway, if i remember vaguely, this man was talking about sponsorship and in any way do we need sponsors right now, because i didn't wanted to come off rude i sat talking to him, which , right now, is giving me a migraine in my right temple.

"So you see, that was my idea, and maybe we can discuss some more about this tomorrow at coffee? My treat " he said smirking, placing his hand on mine, i pulled back but he held it strongly and i was getting uncomfortable, he had made several advances in the "5 minutes" he requested from me, that turned out to be an hour, but i declined them all, and was about to do it again but someone beat me to it "I'm quite sure, she said no multiple times before or are you specially deaf for the word 'no'?" Relief instantly floods in me as i hear Natasha speak, God did i want to get out of here, he looked scared for a moment before he speaks out of pure idiocy "i was asking her, and i don't take no for an answer, so i do not see why you are interfering in between us" and he had the audacity to slip his arm past my waist, i recoiled back, pushing him away but natasha didn't hold back and punched him in the face, that idiot fell to the ground, hitting his head on the hard floor, stumbling to stand up, blood ran down his nose as he blabbered " you bitch, how dare you! Do you know who I am? Fucking bitch" nat just rolled her eyes " i don't give half a fuck who you are, touch my girlfriend again and i won't just stop at a punch" with that she grabbed my wrist, pulling me away, the crowd was staring at the scene we just made, that included tony, who was giving nat thumbs up.

The crowd parted for us and by the time we got to the stairs, nat threw me over her shoulder as i awkwardly smiled at the onlookers, tony was laughing his ass off, when we finally got to our room, she placed me on our bed while looking down at me, i pouted " you didn't have to punch him you know?" She scoffed at that. I propped myself up on my elbows. "I didn't like the way he was staring at you" I laughed as she went to grab something from the cupboard " how do you know?" She turned around trying to form words but nothing came out "umm.. I was looking" It sounded more like a question than an answer but then it hit me and I gasped loudly " were you checking me out?" Her denials fell on deaf ears as I gushed over her, finally I spoke coherent words "were you jealous?" She rolled her eyes at that but i didn't let it fool me, she was jealous, when he was making those advances, heat rushed to my cheeks and southwards as it gave me a weird thrill, she finally replied, pulling me close to her, she already changed into different clothes while i was still in my black cocktail dress " so what? Nobody looks at what's mine in a wrong way, let alone touch you" I blushed, she leaned down kissing the base of my throat, automatically her hand traveling down to my hips. "Oh yeah?" My voice came out much breathier than expected, she cocked an eyebrow up, a devilish smile forming on her face " show me you're mine" and as if on command my hips bucked against hers, she crashed her lips against mine, as ecstasy shot through me.

Nats nimble fingers untied the knots of my dress, pulling down the zip in one fluid motion while her mouth left trails of hickies blooming on my neck, her other hand gathering the fabric of my dress up and pulling down my very soaked panties down, her smirk was almost unbearable to me, i would have scoffed at her if i wasn't squirming under her form for more, my eyes fluttered shut as she slid two digits down my folds, back arching while she teased my entrance, my skin felt hot, sweat forming on my forehead, the dress sticking to my skin, so i took it off completely, leaving my bare body with just the bra on, she tsked "so impatient, huh?" But my mind was already fogged so without saying another word i pulled her in for a kiss, i moaned into the kiss when her fingers finally left the rim and entered completely, i went to grab her side but the shirt she was wearing got in between, frustrated i pulled it off her, she didn't care one bit, keeping the pace steady, pumping her fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, I bucked my hips to get more friction but she stopped entirely, fingers stilling inside me , I whimpered as she said "do not move till I say so, I will let you come when I want you too" her fingers regaining the speed but still not fast enough and I was left blubbering mess beneath her.

»»————-　☠　————-««

Clothes were scattered on the floor long ago, my screams and moans filled our room, if it weren't for the sound proofing, the media would be outside our door by now. I clutched onto her Ruby hair, as she glided her tongue up my slit, sending shivers down my spine, my legs thrown over her shoulder, her nose brushing over my sensitive clit, I was close to my edge, just another push and I'll be tumbling down, the knot in my stomach too tight, i groaned tugging on her hair "nat please" she just tutted against my cunt "you wanted this, now it's either you take what i give you or nothing at all" I whimpered, knowing she'd do just what she said, if I didn't comply, my mind was a mush, her skilled tongue lapping up my juices like a starved man but she did not give me the release, pulling back just enough to leave me groveling for her to go further, hands clamped on my thighs, she sucked on my clit and my back arched in response, my delirious mind swirling in thoughts of nothing but her hands on me, her kitten licks pushing towards the edge yet again, this time i didn't tell her, i was desperate to cum, i needed to but as if she knew what i was doing, she pulled back completely, my hand immediately flying to pull her back but she chuckled, her mouth smothered with my juices as she licked it off her lips.

She climbed on top of me, grinding her hips against mine, stimulating me more and more , my head rolled back , eyes scrunched shut, breathing labored but she had other plans , leaning down near the shell of my ear , her breath tickling me she said " say that you're mine, say it and I'll give you what you need, sweetheart" I whimpered, as quickly as I could I said " I'm yours, please, I'm all yours" she smirked, all the while teasing my entrance with her fingers, finally pumping into me, her fingers skillfully scissoring me inside, brushing my g-spot with every hit, and in no time I was coming on her fingers, the slick gushing out, smearing the already dirty bed sheets, I heaved, riding down my high, as she laid beside me chuckling and licking her fingers, I turned around and buried my face in her chest, her arms enveloping me, she caressed my hair lightly, kissing my forehead, giving me a break from before but before I could even process what's happening she pinned me down again, her voice rough "I'm not done with you just yet" and right then I knew I won't be getting any sleep tonight….

© god-of-mischiefs 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

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[strangelockd]

Caught In The Web

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You find the Master of the Mystic arts in a very compramising position...

Continuation here

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Bondage Kink, Female Dom, Cursing, Porn With No Plot, Just overall Filth

A/N: I can't be the only one who found out I have a bondage kink after watching that scene in No Way Home.

Sorry about this being reposted. I wanted to change some things to make it better. Hope you enjoy.

“Babe this isn’t funny just cut me loose already!”

Running your fingers to pluck teasingly at the cords, “No I don’t think that’s going to happen. Not until I’m done with you. Your in a very compromising position here Doctor… ”

You didn’t exactly know how Stephen got himself into this position. Its pretty obvious who the culprit was, but quite frankly at this moment you couldn’t care less. The opportunity was just too perfect to pass up. The worlds most powerful sorcerer all tied up in a mass webbing. Each limb completely shackled, stringing him up deliciously by all fours to be completely at your mercy. 

The only thing you witnessed was Peter running out of the library in complete terror. Safe to assume that Stephen snapped at him and scared him off somewhere.

Urgency was building in his tone, “Wha- what are you doing?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m going to have my way with you,” a mischievous grin forming across your face. Tracing your fingers across his thighs, your touch light at first but growing more and more firmer with each pass you made. Stephen twitched his wrist in an involuntary response. The web bindings getting more and more taut with every touch you gave.

Giving a stern tone with a cocked brow, “you’re going to pay for this babe. When Im free oh ho ho you’re going t-” 

Grabbing the silhouette of his semi aroused cock over his trousers, “Going to what? Fuck the shit out if me? I welcome it Stephen,” moving your hand up and down his thick shaft making him moan and curse under his breath; his eye’s squinting closed through gritted teeth. 

“That’s right, I’m in control now,” you hummed gripping the base of his cock harder between your fingers.

 “Fuck,” he hissed

He was struggling at this point, watching his wrists thrashing attempting to reach you. It just proved how much he wanted to feel you. 

“Nice try Stephen Strange, but its not going to work,” you playfully boasted.

He gave a frustrated huff in protest, Stephen detested not being in control. It was something he deeply craved in his core. To watch himself be stuck in this fashion drove him insane and you yourself full of carnal desire.

Tracing the woven belt with your fingers thumbing his buckle undone to remove it with both hands. Letting gravity drop it to the floor. Tracing your palms through his opened tunic feeling his warm flesh, his toothsome torso clenching underneath with every move your hands made. Peaking up at his face his eyes were slightly closed; mouth hung open. He was relishing your touch but was too prideful to admit it. 

A delicate sigh fell from his lips when your mouth finally made contact with his chest. The sweet yet beautiful sinful sound encouraging you to kiss further down. His palms clenching as your tongue grazed across his warm flesh teasingly, placing tiny nips along the way down. Creating small purple blemish trails along his skin marking him as yours.

“Shit babe I don’t know how much longer of this I can take…need to feel you”

“But you are feeling me,” smirking up at him to take your hands through his open tunic, wrapping them around his bare waist pulling him in closer to you.

“No…with my hands...need… to feel you,” he begged.

“Tsk tsk so impatient baby,” taking your teeth to leave another bite mark this time over his right nipple.

You kept moving your lips down his stomach towards his belly lingering at one point to mark him, you knew no one would see the marks, but you didn’t care, you wanted to mark him every chance you got. 

Stephen was thrashing more as you lowered your lips closer towards his hips, leaving a sharp bite on his right hip he hissed in pleasure. Taking your hand to the side of his waist gripping his trousers; hastily pulling them down in a fluid motion, wasting no time taking his boxers down leaving his beautiful lower form completely naked for you. The size of Stephen's cock never failed to impress. He is pure perfection crafted just for you.

A gentle moan cascading from your lips you took hold and circled your thumb and index finger down his length. He bucked his hips as you licked from the base of his balls to the bulbous tip, his breath getting heavier and building louder with each motion as you progressed. Licking the head slowly; teasing and torturing him with every stroke, the salty taste of his precum and flesh in your mouth making your nipples began to harden.

"Fuck babe just put it in your mouth already"

“Relax baby, well get there,” smirking as you spat on his cock the saliva running down it slowly, using your hand to evenly spread the saliva making a deliciously obscene that would make a nun blush. Against the webbed binds his fists were white knuckled. Clearly able to see the contrast of his reddened scars that trailed down his knuckles.

Tilting his head back eyes closed completely lost in his own pleasure, low rough grunts emanating from his throat, “Feels so good…You're so fucking sexy babe, such a whore for my thick cock aren’t ya."

Leaning back with your arms crossed, "You want me to continue…beg for it" You demanded with a cocky grin on your face. Drool leaking down your jaw you took your thumb to wipe it off teasingly slow.

He panted, “Fuck yes babe, take me please. I beg you, claim me as your own. Just fucking devour me please!” Wasting no time, you opened your mouth and engulfed him. Feeling the tip of his cock bump the back of your throat it caused your eyes to well with tears. You could see his thighs spazzing with pleasure against the restraints from the corner of your eye.

“Fuck babe, you have such a dirty mouth. My little whore" He hummed in response. You were totally wet between your thighs. Knowing full well you woukd have to clean yourself later. You never got tired of having Stephen Strange being fully at your disposal as rare as it was. "Just like that baby, so good, you feel so fucking good,” he cooed with praise.

 Taking his cock out of your mouth making a popping sound that was on the borderline of pornographic, you kept stroking him faster getting him closer and closer to the edge of the threshold. Feeling it twitch in your soft hand, "You have such a beautiful cock, Stephen," licking flatly with your tongue from base to tip "I love sucking your cock and hearing you moan. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this. You hear me? I want you to say it."

Gasping for breath moaning out, “yes babe I’m yours and only yours. My cock and body belong to you and only you. Just please put it back in your mouth” throughly pleased with his answer you grinned putting his whole girth in your mouth going as deep as humanly possible, the tip of his cock bumping against the base if your throat once again causing you to slightly gag. He absolutely loved watching you eat him out, he adored the sounds his cock made while entering you, watching the tears stream down your face, he loved that you were so sweet to the outside world and yet such an animal with him behind closed doors. It was better then a hallelujah chorus.

You kept up with bobbing your head on his cock making sure to keep the the same stay pace going knowing fully well he was about to reach his climax; he was throbbing when you returned to put him deep down your throat his cock unbelievably hard.

"Fuck me babe, I'm…I’m gonna cum"

You hummed sucking the tip firmer as your hand stroked him fast and steadily. His arms and legs twitching expeditiously the faster you went. 

“That’s it babe...oh fuck me...take my cum, I’m all yours."

Grabbing his ass you shoved him completely in your mouth, his warm seed pulsating and threading down your warm throat in streams. Despite you trying to lap it all, some of it trailed down the sides of your mouth. Looking up at him with self satisfaction you wiped if off with your finger, sticking his nectar covered on your digit into your mouth sucking on it like a lollipop. 

 He looked down at you, "Oh baby, you are so filthy, your so beautiful like this" You grinned highly satisfied.

Licking him clean his bulbous head still red and tender causing him to twitch and wince. You stood up to grab the back of his head, putting your tongue in his mouth and dominating him. Your fingers latching on to the roots of his hair tussling it into a disheveled mess. He moaned between your lips savoring the flavor of his nectar mixed with your taste. Pulling away you both were left gasping for air. The library smelling if sex and desire.

“Well, I guess I should free you now,” you stated.

“Its about damn time,” he responded with relief.

Using a gesture with your hand the webbing binds disappeared along with his clothing returning like nothing ever happened. 

His blue eyes now darkened with lust burrowed into yours as he pulled you in with such desperation; his strong arms bracing so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. Sticking his tongue in at a fierce pace claiming your mouth all tongue and teeth. His hands moving up and down your body in a ferocious passion. Releasing a hungry moan, he was like a starving man. Pulling away he left you gasping for air feeling dizzy.

Leaning his forehead against yours a smile on his face, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long babe you have no idea”

 “We have to do that again,” you smiled.

“Oh, trust me we will,” he chuckled bringing his lips back to you to tug the back of your hair “the payback I’m going to give you will be the sweetest revenge you’ll ever receive”

“I look forward to it Doctor”

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[avengerswriter4eva]

Monsters, Part 2 (Kate Bishop)*

Part One; Part Three; Part Four; Part 5;

Kate sets up a video camera and looks back at you, hands tied behind your back on a chair, one of Kate’s t-shirts an efficient gag. She grins at you cheekily as she walks back into the frame beside you and rides you.

a/n: this is just filthy.

Warnings: dub!con; Stockholm syndrome; dark!fic; dark!dom!Kate; kidnapping; using; forced voyeurism; forced exhibitionism; riding; teasing; heavy bdsm dynamics and forced pet play references throughout; ownership; master/pet dynamics; training; punishment; gagging; finger sucking; crying; desperation; orgasm denial; bondage; rough attention; slapping; masturbation; manhandling; honorifics (handler/prima); using;

Kate has had you for a week. You convinced yourself at first that this was a game – she was trying to prove how much you wanted her by giving you the extreme version of what you had spent so long fantasizing about. She always left you tied up when she left. She attended all of her classes, hung out with her friends, went to parties. In her world, nothing had changed. In your world. Nothing would ever be the same.

You knew you should have behaved when she let you loose for dinner. You sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your wrists where your restraints had rubbed the skin raw, standing on shaking legs as you got a good look around Kate’s room for the first time. A locked chest sat at the foot of her bed. But when you opened your closet and got a look at what was inside, your brain lost the ability to think. The back wall of the closet of Kate’s loft bedroom was covered in pictures of you. She had pictures of you changing in your old dorm. Pictures of you from when you knew you were staring at her. Pictures of you with your hand down your pants, getting yourself off to thoughts of her. So, what was she waiting for?

Kate had never touched you sexually. She’d touched herself plenty, forcing you to watch. She would mumble filthy things to you as you watched her fingers dance over her swollen clit, or pumping inside of herself with little mercy. You hated it, but you wanted to see what those fingers felt like. But she wouldn’t give it to you. Wouldn’t take you the way that you expected that she would. Kate was very patient. Your lips had never touched, but you wanted to know how it felt to have her tongue invade your mouth, swallowing yours whole. You wanted the sensation of fire throughout your head as her lips scorched yours and she pressed her body to you. You whined, desperate for release at the thought as you stared at pictures of yourself. You hadn’t been touched in a week, and you were desperate. If Kate was cooking, she surely wouldn’t be back for a bit, right?

You let your fingertips trail over your neck, nails scratching lightly. You loved it when her strong fingers were around your neck. Your palms pressed over the rise of your breasts and your breath caught in your throat as the nipples immediately rose to attention. You wanted her to grab them, her strong hands squeezing them, preferably as she railed you stupid. Your hand had just found its way into your shorts, instantly confirming that you were – in fact – as wet as you thought you were. You caught yourself staring at your own image, eyes closed in ecstasy as you dreamed of your archer – your kidnapper.

“Oh no, pet, we can’t have that.” You shuddered immediately at the sound of Kate’s voice from very close behind you, making you jump. She slapped your hand away from inside of your shorts, her eyes flashing. “Haven’t I been good enough for you, pet?” Kate cocked her head to the side, looking at you as you trembled in front of her. She roughly grabbed your chin in her hand, moving your face from side to side.

“I just wanted to feel you,” you mumble, staring at the ground. You hate that you can feel tears welling in your eyes, already wanting to please her, to make her proud. You missed the way she looked at you when she called you her good girl. When she whispered your name like a prayer as her pussy leaked desperately onto her fingers.

“I’ve seen how short of breath you get when watching you makes me cum, baby. You get off of my pleasure, don’t you, puppy?” Your breath caught and you flushed instantly, not only at the accusation which was 100% true, but also from the name. “But you’re still so needy, aren’t you?” You shrieked as Kate lifted you easily, grabbing the high-backed, wooden chair from her desk and dragging it over towards you. You eyed it, wondering what she was planning to do next. The question was quickly answered when she sat you down, keeping your hands behind the back of the inflexible wood with one, large, strong hand while she fumbled in her drawer for her endless supply of nylon cord. Once she found it, your hands were tied securely, the loops going between your wrists and through the chair’s narrow slats. You weren’t going anywhere this time. Next, Kate knelt in front of you, her mouth dangerously level to your center and by the way your eyes widened you could tell that she could smell you. The room already reeked like sex and the two of you had never touched. Not like that.

“Don’t I give you everything you need? Hmm?” Kate demanded and you watched as she grabbed a remote control from her nightstand, flipping on the TV and switching the input. In a daze, you saw yourself on screen, writhing and moaning, your fingers buried deeply in your pussy as your jaw clenched around the sound of her name – Kate – falling in scattered screams from your lips.

“Do you know how many worthless sluts I had to fuck to try to think about anything else, puppy?” Your eyes narrowed in unexpected jealousy and Kate smirked, recognizing the reaction immediately. Kate’s laugh was pure evil and by the way she made her way around in front of you again where you could see her, she was completely naked. “I will always take care of you, my girl. Which includes giving you punishments when you act like a little brat.” You frowned, but had enough sense to keep your mouth shut. Kate chuckled again at your submission. She glanced up and down your body, tilting her head while staring openly at your chest. Then she turned and your eyes widened as she fastened a camera onto a tripod in the corner of the room and inhaled sharply when the red light on top began filming, already capturing the sounds of your pornographic screams from the video which was now playing on loop. You were soaking through your shorts already – actually, you were pretty sure they were Kate’s shorts as the stunning, naked woman walked back into the frame.

“Do you mind if I open this up a little, baby? I want to see your tits; I’ve waited so long.” You nodded and watched as she unbuttoned your shirt, letting it fall open naturally but not trying to open it and expose you further. Yet. Her hand grabbed your face roughly, her face inches from your own suddenly, her green eyes staring through you, making your clit throb instantly. “Are you ready for your punishment?” Your lips parted and you gasped as she slid two fingers into your mouth. You sucked immediately and she groaned at the sensation, immediately feeling it elsewhere. She was finally touching you, and there was nothing you could do about it except let her do what she wanted. Her other hand wrapped around your neck as she straddled your waist, leaning back slightly. You moaned at the sensation of her body so close but you wanted more.

You whined when she pulled her fingers back out, coated in your saliva, gasping frantically for air as she leaned to the side, causing the length of her body press against yours. You could feel dampness on your stomach low, almost at the hem of Kate’s shorts you were wearing. “Fuck,” she whispered, clearly not expecting the sudden contact either. “Open,” she ordered, and you complied. You couldn’t help but notice that her voice had risen, and the wet patch on your stomach was spreading by the second. Fabric was pressed into your mouth and Kate’s wet fingers journeyed downward, lazily teasing her swollen clit. “Watch me.” She ordered.

Your unmuffled moans from the video was playing on loop in your head, joined now by the ones caught behind the fabric. Kate rolled her hips, her head falling back as her fingernails dug into the back of your neck. Kate was whining now, the heat of your body so close flooding through her having wanted this moment for so long. You were almost hers. So close. And so was she. Your body felt cold when she moved off of your lap suddenly, and you missed the feeling of her grinding on you, using you. Your lower stomach and the top of your (her) shorts were slick with her arousal, making her furious movements easier. The cords were roughly yanked from your lips, and Kate had her hands in your hair, dragging you out of the chair and onto your knees in front of her. She held your hair, keeping you steady, your face inches from her dripping center as her right hand moved back down, fingers slick, the smell of her intoxicating you. She grunted at the feeling of your breath against her wetness, almost losing control. But her fingers paused, denying herself at the last minute.

Her breath was staggered and her voice shaky when she trusted herself enough to speak. “Do you want to be mine, puppy?” Her voice, normally so calm, almost seemed to have an air of desperation. You didn’t know if that desperation came from hope of your answer, or from her impending release and you don’t care. Unable to speak due to the fabric in your mouth – among other things – you nodded frantically, desperate not only for yourself but for her as well. Your heart swelled with empathy for her and her desire to take care of you. Kate groaned at your affirmative answer. “We will discuss more what that means later, baby, but for now do you want to be a good girl and help me cum?” Your eyes, desperate with the need to please her locked onto hers and you nodded. Kate smiled at you and pulled the fabric from your mouth. You didn’t even have time to swallow. “Open.” She commanded. You obeyed. Kate pulled you forward by the hair and she pressed her clit against your open mouth and you sucked instinctively. The sounds that spilled from her mouth were guttural, animalistic.

Both of her hands were now gripping the back of your head, pushing you even deeper, her wetness dripping down your chin already. You clenched your fists, desperate to touch her but knowing better than to do so without permission, and you couldn’t exactly ask. You wouldn’t dare. She tasted too damn good. She gasped, her nails digging into your scalp as her movements got sloppier. “Shit, you’re such a good girl, puppy,” she murmured. Your face flushed instantly. “Fuck!” For a few moments you couldn’t breathe or move. Her orgasm was flooding your mouth and you were pressed so tightly against her muscular skin, but you didn’t care. She shivered at your mercy for mere moments, but you’d never remembered feeling so pleased. Kate released your head, finally, catching her breath, her hands instantly cupping your cheeks. “Baby you’re so good. I’m going to do things to you that you can’t even imagine.” You froze as she leaned forward, her tongue tracing over your slightly parted lips, tasting the remnants of her release on them. You longed to press your lips to hers, but she pulled away before you dared move.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay pet?” Her voice was so quiet that it wrapped you like a warm blanket and you nodded, slumping easily into her embrace. She chuckled and picked you up easily, carrying you to the bathroom and setting you down on the sink as she began to run a bath. Once the water reached an appropriate temperature and level, she placed you tenderly in the tub, releasing your hair from its braid and grumbling appreciatively as it tumbled down your shoulders. “Such a pretty little thing,” she murmured. She knelt on the outside of the tub intending to wash you, but you whined, earning a chuckle from her. “Okay baby.” You nearly started drooling as she stood again, remembering the events of the last few moments before she gracefully stepped into the tub behind you, sitting and wrapping her legs around yours. You leaned back into her sighing in appreciation as her hands dribbled the water down the front of your body. Her nails scratched over your abdomen and you squirmed against her, still desperate for her touch.

“So needy,” she murmured, but one hand trailed up your body, cupping your breast for a moment before grabbing your chin and tilting your head back to face her. She smashed her lips against yours finally, her tongue immediately pushing its way in with no resistance and she swallowed your moans as her soft fingertips traced a small, single circle just around your clit. She broke the kiss, pupils blown, groaning as her hips shifted under you, responding to your moans of pleasure and compliance. “I wish I had my strap right now,” she murmured into your ear as she ground her fingers roughly around your clit. You arched in her grip and she wrapped her other hand around your throat, feeling the muscles tensing throughout your entire body. She loosened the pressure against your clit just slightly, but her fingers expertly knew when to push and when to back off. It pushed you over the edge to realize that she had studied your movements on video until she learned what you liked, how you liked it, and how to give you what you needed. “That’s it, pet, cum for me,” she murmured in your ear and your body went rigid immediately. She palmed your core as you rode out your high, murmuring in your ear, playing with your hair and holding you close as your body went limp against hers.

She washed you carefully, massaging the shampoo into your scalp, making sure your hair was conditioned. Then she moved to your body, the soapy bubbles covering up the marks she had left on your skin temporarily. She was very thorough. She pulled a towel from the warmer, wrapping you in soft, fluffy clouds as she patted your hair and carefully brushed it out. “I have a present for you,” she murmured softly as she gazed at your reflection in the mirror. She pulled a box from a cabinet under the sink and smiled as she handed it to you, her eyes carefully searching yours. Trembling hands opened the box, finding a small, discreet bracelet with the silver engraving KB. You smiled, feeling tears forming in your eyes. “I have wanted to give this to you for so long, puppy. Can I put it on you?” You nodded and Kate removed it from the box, sliding it easily over your wrist before fastening it closed securely but not tightly around your wrist. “I’ve got you, baby,” she murmured. “And I’m going to take such good care of you, pet.” You nodded and blushed, staring down at the gift she had given you.

When you were restrained that night, it was with both hands together, and you felt like you were praying. Kate slid in behind you, her arm wrapping around your stomach and tugging you back against her securely. Her touch gave you shivers that always left you wanting more, but she shushed you softly, playing with your hair until you drifted off to sleep.

[lokiodinsonofasgard000]

Day Two: After Care

One could say it was unfortunate to be involved with the youngest prince of Asgard. After the fall of their home, Thor and Loki took their people to Midgard. In this big change the change of climate and seasons had affected Loki in ways he didn't think would have him primal in his needs.

(Name) had gotten to know Loki each other as friend, until one night at the end of winter after a festive time Loki trapped her in a blissful taste of lust.

***

  "Loki?" came her sweet voice that made his body shiver. The air around him was thick as he tried to move away looking for salvation out of humiliation, he was hanging on a threat; but seeing (Name) in that tight Christmas dress with her hair up with small bits of her falling over her shoulders that exposed themselves, asking to be bitten and bruised by his teeth and kisses. Everyone was far more occupied by the music and drinks; the compound was filled with friends and family and strangers.

But Loki could feel himself loosing himself in desire by just her scent, her voice and just the way his mind scream at him to make her his-

"Loki!" came her sweet voice holding a sense of alertness.

Loki growled as he snapped at her "leave me!"

The woman frowned but stood her ground as she let her high heels click against the floor as she grabbed his arm. In that moment of contact that felt like fire igniting in his veins. he grabbed her a pinned her to the dim-lit halls, (Name) made an audible noise of air getting knocked from her lungs. She looked up at him with doe like eyes, his skin turning blue with markings inking his face like scars as his eyes turned red

"Loki what's wrong?" she asked softly as she kept eye contact to him

"Just leave me alone" he said with a growl.

He avoided her gaze as he told her to leave him, but she placed a soft warm hand to his cold blue cheek. She forced him to look back to her "I'm not going anywhere.... you’re clearly not ok. So, tell me what's wrong"

Her voice so soft yet stern made him shiver with delight but what made him get dry in the mouth was what she said next

"Let me help you.... please, Loki" her voice like honey that he grabbed her arm and lead her away further from the party.

  (Name) was shocked but allowed him to lead her somewhere more private. Although she had her suspicions on what could be happening, but she wanted Loki to tell her what was wrong rather than having her play detective. They arrived in a guest room where Loki threw her in, and he slammed the door shut with lock. He rested his head on the door as he tried to calm himself, but the room smelt bland, but it was filling up with (Name)'s sent.

The woman in heels stumbled in and yelped a little as she stabled herself before turning to glare at the taller male, but stop when she noticed his ragged breathing

"Loki?" she asked with concern

"...fuck..." the mere curse coming from his lips in a ragged breath made her cheeks flush.

It was rare to hear such profanities coming from him, and it sure stirred something from deep within her. She cleared her throat "tell me what's wrong. Let me help you Loki"

He glanced at her with lustful eyes, her scent had a peak in strength and his body moved on its own as he talked towards her. As he advanced forward she backed away as he loomed over her; the back of her knees hit the bed and tripped her. Her was a little dishevelled as she looked at her as her knees came up, her dress riding up and showing more of her thighs.

"...you want to help" he said with a dangerous tone that made her shiver as she propped herself up "...then be mine" he purred in her ear as he caged her under him on the bed

"L-Loki" her voice came out in a whisper as her body shivered.

Loki leaned down to kiss her exposed neck. She hissed in a sharp breath as her body opened her legs so Loki could rest between them more comfortably. Loki let his arm snakes behind her as he laid her flat on the bed, he felt the way she wrapped her legs around his waist as he placed hickies at her exposed shoulders and neck. (Name) grabbed at his shoulders as her body arched into his, moans and whisper escaped her as he pulled her dress up and a cold hand slipped into her underwear.

  Loki made sure she was wet for him but was surprised at how ready she was for him, but a chuckle left him as he saw the way she wines as she stared at him with lust "be mine (Name)… and fulfill my needs" he said as he slowly undid his trousers

"Fine, but you will have to do the same for me" she said giving smirk.

Loki pulled his erection out as he slipped off her underwear. He wastes no time in undress her he needed her now, he eased himself into her with a low moan in her ear. (Name) let out a soft curse at the size and how it just eased in, her body craving him more than ever.

Loki started to pound into her with such a force he had her seeing stars when he grabbed her waist and fucking her senseless as she dug her nails in his forearms.

She moaned his name and screamed it when reached her climax, but Loki was far from finished. Loki pulled out growling as he told her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. Although tired, she did as told. He took her from behind, easing right back into her and fucking her yet again.

Her body already sensitive had her moaning into the mattress; the sounds of skin slapping together had her on edge to a second orgasmed. Loki grabbed her hips and slammed into her yet again but this time he stayed deep in her as he rolled his hips hitting a spot that made her scream his name in the mattress. He felt the way her walls clenched around him that made him reach his end as he cummed into her, she let out one last muffled tired moan as her legs shook.

Loki was panting a little as he held her up as he rested his head at her back

"Fuck (Name)…" he muttered hiding his face.

reality hit him as his lust dissipated as he saw reality, he held her closer "I'm so sorry..."

"What?" she said weakly "don't be... I haven't done it in such a long time...that was amazing"

"(Name)…but I-"

"Stop it. I like it rough anyway" she said smirking as she looked back at him

"Just tell me if I get too rough, or if you need some aftercare" he said as he laid next to her on the bed

"Ask me tomorrow. I can't feel my legs at the moment"

[remixingreality]

[fehroded]

A Possibility [A Thanos x Scott Lang Fic] 

Author: colonel-carol-danvers / charred-gold on tumblr               Ms_Marvell on AO3   

Beta reading done by: @locke-writes @emilyshurley and @messy-random-bitch

Time seemed to slow down and come to a halt. How long had it been since they arrived on Titan? Stephen did not know. He looked around and examined the wreckage that surrounded them on all sides. Stephen could almost imagine the beautiful planet Titan used to be prior to the havoc. Stephen regretted admitting this, but Thanos did have a point. Maybe if they could talk him into working with them and distributing equal proportions of organic life forms across the multiverse...No, Thanos was beyond reason. They will have to work with their current plan out.

Stephen relaxed and shoulders and closed his eyes. The air was heavily laden with extraterrestrial dust particles, in spite of that Stephen inhaled a deep breath. He began uttering the words to take a peek into the possible future outcomes. The humid air surrounding him changed and Stephen's breath became forced. He tried his best to ignore the voices of others and furrowed his eyebrows in deep concentration. He crossed his legs and elevated himself off the ground while a film of green fog enveloped him. He flipped through all possibilities when one of them caught his interest. He focused harder.

[Read the rest on AO3]

[mariemarvelbear]

Setting of Hope

Disclaimer:

Pictures are NOT mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Casts:

Eviana Hope Kalani// Queen Carina as Reader (Anastasia Tsilimpiou)

Nickname: Eve and ‘Iana 

Characteristics: H: Black hair then Blonde, E: Green eyes, Height: 5′3 ft (This is what I picture her to be. But feel free to imagine what she looks like.)

Steve Rogers as Steve Rogers

Tony Stark as Tony Stark

Avengers as Avengers

Tom Ellis as Korvac

[bristark616]

someone please write a long ass spicy fic where reader is blindfolded and has to guess which moon boy is fronting !!! i will sell my kidney for this to be written ty

have such a fun spicy idea for moon boys smut but i don’t write smut so !!! it will just live in my brain i guess 😭😭

[lrwafterdark-deactivated]

Welcome to the Dark Side, We have Mpreg and eggs.

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My birthday is February 9th if anyone cares.

While I may post some nsfw prompts and headcanons I don’t post actual nsfw fics on tumblr, even before the great tumblr purge

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Main/Special ships:

Mareana (Marcus/Breana)

Tankam! (Adam/Tank)

Kazivana (Kaz, Breana and Oliver)

SteelCanary (Breana/Nate Heywood)

NightCanary (Breana/Dick Grayson)

Breana/Tecton (his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Dizzy (bad ship name but Douglas/Lizzy)

Breana/Megahertz (again, his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Breana/Tecton/Megahertz poly

Kazana (Breana and Kaz)

Olivana (Breana and Oliver)

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Lab Rats

Mighty Med

Lab Rats: Elite Force (even though most of EF canon was trash)

Mech-X4

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Supernatural

Stargirl

Titans

Arrowverse (Especially Legends of Tomorrow and Arrow)

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist (Zoey and Leif and Mo are baes)

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Liv and Maddie

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AdamxTank

Chaz/Kase

Chaziver (Chase/Kaz/Oliver)

Brylar

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Taylor x Kate

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Olicity

Saileen

Stony

Stucky

Foggy/Karen

Kaziver

FitzSimmons

Olicity

Clintasha

Pepperony

Techertz

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Marcus Henderson/Breana Davenport

Douglas Davenport/Lizzy Knight

Rick Tyler/Breana Davenport

Mark Walker/Breana Davenport

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport

Sebastian|S-3/Ellie Frost

Dean Winchester/Breana Davenport

Ryan Walker/Breana Davenport

Breana Davenport/Leo Mendel

Rarepairs:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Probably more because I am a filthy, filthy multishipper

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Oliver Queen/Matt Murdock

Clint Barton/Leo Mendel

Donald Davenport/Leo Mendel

Poly Ships:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Poly Ships With OCs:

Dean Winchester/Castiel/Breana Davenport

Oliver/Breana Davenport/Kaz

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport/Mick Rory (which is the ship portrayed in my contribution to the lab rats rp blogs)

Marcus Davenport/Breana Davenport/Steve Rogers

Tecton/Breana Davenport/Megahertz

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sexy stuff - the nsfw/smutty stuff

[avengerswriter4eva]

Monsters, Part 8 (Kate Bishop/Reader)*

When Yelena leaves for a mission and you notice Kate giving you the cold shoulder, you feel emboldened to act out, only to realize what’s been bothering her. You allow her to work out her aggression. Thanks to @imnotgoodwithimpulsecontrol for the suggestion/idea.

Warnings: dub!con; Stockholm syndrome; bdsm dynamics; pet play; d/s relationship (owner/pet); edging; cockwarming; slapping; strap-on use; gaslighting; whipping (bow string); spanking; oral; fingering; punishment; overstimulation; orgasm denial; double-penetration; choking; weapon use; using; degradation;

You woke up cold in bed for the first time in as long as you could remember. You stretched as much as possible against your four restraints, shivering against the blast of cold air that hit you suddenly. You frowned, glancing down to see yourself covered only in a sheet, alone, in bed. Then you remembered that Yelena left last night on a mission related to another widow, and you had been left alone with Kate. You remembered the raven-haired goddess tucking you in at night, but you couldn’t remember her coming to bed. You frowned, pulling on your restraints a little more fervently. The metal clanged against the bedframe and a few minutes later, Kate walked into the room. She looked you over, noting your goosebumps and smirked chillingly. Then she loosened your restraints, nodding and giving you permission to get up, stretch and use the bathroom.

She waited, strangely, outside the door as you showered, brushed your hair and dried off. Your clothes were already on the bed by the time you exited the bathroom, Kate stood leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded, gesturing silently to your clothing and watching as you got dressed. This behavior was not normal for her, and you felt a pit in your chest that something was wrong. Maybe she missed Yelena. You couldn’t tell her but you were almost happy that the blonde was away temporarily. You loved her, you always had – but she was a lot to take sometimes, and she was very specific. Kate was more laid back in a way. Sometimes her punishments were even worse because she was generally so sweet to you. But she was fully capable of inflicting them. Once you were dressed, she clipped the bracelet around your wrist, leaving the chain dangling. You frowned, noting that her ring wasn’t on her finger where it usually was.

Your confusion intensified when Kate glanced you over one more time before exiting the room without you, without saying a word. Something was definitely wrong. You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, fiddling with your bracelet until you heard a familiar, repetitive sound. Kate was target-shooting. You reached down, lifting the chain and taking Kate’s ring in your palm, holding onto it securely as you made your way out of the bedroom into the mail living area. Sure enough, Kate was dressed in her form-fitting uniform, string pulled tight to her cheek as she aimed and shot arrow after arrow. You knew better than to speak before you were spoken to. You glanced at the kitchen counter, seeing some apple slices had been placed out for your breakfast. This was unlike any morning that you and Kate had ever had. You waited patiently in the corner for what felt like hours. Then you started to get annoyed.

It started by a few loud exhales from your standing corner. Sighs of exasperation. Kate liked as much silence as possible when she shot, down to measuring her heartrate and holding her breath. The archer barely flinched. You began inching closer every few minutes. Soon you knew you would be well within her peripheral vision. You moved another step closer and Kate cleared her throat. There it was. The warning. But she still wasn’t looking at you. She drew another arrow from the quiver beside her, stringing it and bringing the bow up. You admired the way her muscles moved, seemingly effortlessly, all that coiled tension. That’s what you were feeling. Kate was tense and trying to relax. You felt a clenching sensation in your chest at the thought of her anxious or upset.

You moved forward another step, hesitating only momentarily before gathering all the nerve you had left, clenching your jaw in determination and reaching forward, your hands sliding around Kate’s tightened stomach. She flinched at the unexpected, ballsey contact and the arrow went wild. You had a moment to smirk in satisfaction to yourself before you got a reaction that you weren’t expecting. Kate dropped her bow on the ground, pulling another arrow from the pile beside her as soon as it was released. Her other hand closed tight around your throat and she walked you backwards until your back hit the wall of her range. You felt something sharp beneath your jaw and could see just enough to notice what looked like an arrow whose tip was directly beside your throat.

“Is this what you wanted, pet?” Kate hissed at you, her green eyes flashing angrily. You gulped but narrowed your eyes in determination, staring back at her. “I’ve been going too easy on you since she’s been back.” You blinked, taking in what Kate was saying. You blinked again as her grip on your throat tightened and you gasped beneath her hold. She was jealous.

“I’m yours, Prima,” you gasped as genuinely as you could. Kate’s eyes narrowed and she watched you.

“Are you?” Kate’s lips were so close to yours. Her breath was warm and sweet, contradicting the harshness of her grip. She squeezed tighter and the tip of the arrow dug slightly into your neck.

“Yes, Prima,” you gasped again, not bothering to struggle, knowing how little good it would do you.

“Prove it.” Her hand abruptly left your throat, sliding around the back of your neck, grabbing your hair and yanking it harshly, pulling you forward and sliding the arrowhead slowly down your throat, reminding you of what she could do if she wanted to.

“Anything,” You gasped, attempting to lift your chin away from the blade that was starting to dig into the skin. That’s how you ended up naked, tied over one of Kate’s targets, arms and legs spread apart. You heard a snapping sound behind you, and risked a glance over your shoulder to see Kate unstringing her bow and folding the cord over on itself.

“Just stay still, puppy,” she murmured. She walked towards you, the cord swinging lightly in her hand. Your muscles tensed in anticipation and she clucked her tongue behind you. “It’s going to hurt more if you’re tense, puppy,” she murmured. A second later, you felt the cord making contact with your ass, a new stinging sensation that wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Then she struck you again, harder. You whined and Kate laughed behind you.

The next blow landed right at the curve of your ass, curling towards your core which was already dripping. After five more blows that had you squirming and whining, your breasts pushing into the target in front of you. You flinched at the new sensation of Kate’s palm, warm as it palmed your ass, rubbing over the red marks her bowstring had left behind. She grabbed your hair again, yanking it backwards as she pressed her body against yours, rubbing over the aggravated area.

“You liked making me jealous, didn’t you little slut?” She growled into your ear as her fingers traced the curve of your ass, sliding easily up your slit noticing how wet you were. “You nasty little bitch.” You moaned as Kate’s hand came down on your ass hard, directly over the already tender skin. Your eyes opened wide as she teased your entrance before gathering some of your abundant arousal on her fingers, sliding them unexpectedly over your asshole and making you whine and squirm against the target. Kate’s laughter behind you was nothing but evil. “Is my little bitch in heat?” She teased, nipping at your earlobe before her nails dug into the skin of your ass, clenching tightly.

“Please, Prima,” you whined, panting against the target, desperate for her attention. Kate laughed again, and your heart plummeted.

“You don’t get off that easy, puppy. Literally.” She growled. Suddenly her presence behind you was gone and you felt chilled. She took the opportunity while you were still restrained to insert a small device inside of you. You weren’t able to get a good look at it, but you got the message when she pressed something on her phone and the vibration started.

“Fuck,” you groaned, tugging at the restraints holding you in place.

“Not yet,” Kate whispered. She released you only to push you into the wooden chair beside her desk, securing you before leaving the room temporarily. When she came back, her outfit had changed, and she was packing. You eyed her crotch in her slacks before your eyes moved up to her torso, a loose blouse unbuttoned, her breasts nearly on display. The fireworks in your chest exploded and you moaned loudly. Kate laughed before walking towards you and shoving a washcloth in your mouth. “Be a good puppy and be quiet while I do some work.” Her slender, strong fingers traced your cheek in a moment of familiar tenderness before Kate settled herself in her desk chair and began reviewing the homework in front of her.

From time to time, Kate would adjust the settings on the vibrator, turning it up until you were writhing in your seat, straining against the gag with strangled moans before she’d lower the settling to practically nothing, denying you time and time again. She knew how to read your body, and she knew how to keep you from getting what you wanted. She finished the work on one subject and decided on a new way to torture you while she set up for the next. Your eyes widened as she pulled her strap out of her pants after releasing you. You gasped as she reached roughly between your legs, coating her fingers in your arousal again before rubbing it on the toy. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Her voice was barely above a growl, almost feral.

“Yes Prima,” you nodded. You moved to get on your knees like you expected but Kate stopped you.

“Sit on it,” she ordered, gesturing to the toy. You bit your lip and nodded and she helped you into position before removing her hands, allowing you to sink onto the toy at your own pace. “Shhh, it’s okay puppy,” she murmured soothingly in your ear as you adjusted, your hands resting on her abs as you sunk deeper. Finally her hands returned to your hips, guiding you the rest of the way down as she watched each inch disappear inside of you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your entire body tensed as the toy finally bottomed out. Kate’s hands steadied you and she smiled at you for the first time genuinely all day as she removed some hair, dampened by sweat, that had stuck to your forehead. She laughed however when you started to try and move your hips, desperate for more.

“Needy little sluts have to wait,” She murmured. “Now stay still.” You blinked at her as she reached around you for the book she left on the side of the desk, flipping to the appropriate page and beginning to read. If you moved, she’d flick your clit. Hard. Every once in a while, she would move her hips slightly under the pretense of getting more comfortable. Each time, the tip of the toy reached deeper than you thought was possible. Your fingers dug into the desk, struggling to breathe around the gag still in place as you began to anticipate each of Kate’s movements, positioning yourself in a way that would give you friction without moving enough to be punished. It didn’t take Kate long to catch on to what you were doing.

“Naughty,” she chuckled, and a palm came down on your thigh. You stared at the archer in front of you who had not been bothered to even look up from her reading. Your head felt back as Kate began to slowly move her hips in a circular motion, giving you the friction that you desperately wanted. Her thumb brushed over your clit as she watched your bodies move together in sync and you stared as her shirt fell open, exposing her breasts to you. Your body clenched as you approached yet another orgasm, wondering desperately if she was going to let you have it. Just before you plummeted over the edge, she stopped, sitting up in the chair, her body pressed to yours, not moving, letting the wave subside without ever crashing.

“If you want to act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one,” she whispered in your ear, her voice low. You clenched around the toy at her threat, knowing it was a promise. Kate pulled out of you, making you whine around the gag before pulling the fabric from your mouth roughly. “I want to hear what a little bitch you are,” she maneuvered you until you were leaning over her desk, legs spread, completely exposed to her as she stood behind you. “Be a good girl for your owner,” Kate groaned as she nudged the tip of the toy inside of you before her hips slammed forward, pounding into you relentlessly. The sensation was so overwhelming that you were in no danger of cumming unexpectantly or without permission. That sensation was only heightened when you felt the vibrator pressing down on your clit as Kate worked you under the desk while she railed you. Your eyes squeezed shut and you started screaming when she pushed a finger into your ass as you clung to the desk for dear life, completely at her mercy.

“Please, Prima!” It was a scream of desperation at this point. Your muscles were rippling uncontrollably, and you couldn’t bear the tightening sensation in your abdomen anymore. Kate’s tongue licked over the shell of your ear.

“You have three seconds to cum or you don’t get to,” she whispered seductively. That was the only encouragement you needed as you fell over the edge. Kate’s body behind you kept your legs from buckling as she slowed her movements. You expected her to pull out of you, but she wasn’t finished. She stayed buried inside of you as she dropped the vibrator, replacing it with her fingers, rubbing the swollen and pulsing nub relentlessly. “Again,” she ordered. You were no longer in control of your own body, and she knew how to get anything she wanted from you.

You lost count of how many times she made you cum after that. All you know is that at some point, Kate wrapped you around her front like a Koala, carrying you to the bathroom and joining you in the tub. You lay face-down on her chest as her hands played with your hair and you kissed lazily as your palm rested on her abdomen. “I love you pet,” she murmured finally. You looked up at her, not sure that you had really heard her. Then you felt your insides melting.

“I love you too, Prima.” Kate smiled down at you tenderly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Want to cuddle and take a nap?” She asked. You thought about it for a moment, quite comfortable in the tub but nodded finally. Your nose scrunched when she booped it. “Lets get you dried off, pet.”

[lokiodinsonofasgard000]

Loki Smutt

Warning: R 18+ material is restricted to adults. Such material may contain elements such as sex scenes that are high in impact. Some material in R18+ may be offensive to sections of the adult community.

Within the palace of Asgard, a well known royal Asgardian descendants family who have resigned in Midgard in a place known as; The Hidden Kingdom of Camelot. (Name) and her family were visiting the King and Queen of Asgard for common courtesy between the Royals. It had been about two months that (Name) and her family had been visiting Asgard; where she and her family had gotten to know the King and Queen; Odin, Frigga, and the young princes, Thor and Loki.

Loki and (Name) never really got along with one another and this didn't sit well with their families. Neither of the two could or would agree on the same things like; Hunting or training, the only thing they could agree on was literature. Obviously this was a problem when they went on trips to the market, Hunting, or just simple errands; Usually, Loki and (Name) were partnered together while Thor was off training, defending a village nearby with the warrior three or he was looking after (Name)'s older sister. Often the two would argue and just ended up going their separate ways and would help each other due to their pride, it would usually end with their Parents scolding them.

It was Christmas -within Midgard terms- and (Name) was helping make the jól feast for the Banquet with the servants much to Odin and (Name)'s fathers' disapproval. Loki, Thor, and the warrior three were out hunting to retrieve food for the feast "Can we go home now... your loudness is frightening the wildlife within a mile or two radius... I'm sure we have some meat for the feast back home" Loki sighed "Brother, where is your festive spirit! It is a tradition. Father will be so proud if we bring back a mighty beast for the feast" Thor smiled patting Loki's back. At some point, the two young princes began to speak of their guests. Thor was baffled by the young princesses' attitude towards certain things "Lady (Name) is a strange one...She is Asgardian however she seems more Midgardian than anything" Thor commented "Well she has lived most of her life on Midgard brother, you can't be so shocked as it's only natural" Loki sighed at his brother's comment "But she mingles with the servants, she should be sitting back with Mother planning the decorations and sitting back to relax" Thor shook his head with a smile "Well, at least she isn't being useless..." Loki muttered "Why do you and Lady (Name) argue to no ends? It seems that there is always an argument between you two. It is very rare to see you both converse on civil terms brother" Thor asked and stated his observation "She is easy to get a reaction from, but she is infuriating... she always has the last say, she believes she knows everything" Loki growled out "Now, now brother. Some of her reasoning is that of truth, you just don't like being wrong. Loki, Lady (Name) is the only one who is brave enough to go head-on with you in your spills of anger.  Not to mention her quick wit that is up to your standard brother" Thor laughed smacking Loki's back "And what are you implying you oaf" the younger prince glared "We are not blind. You'd have to be blind not to see the way you give her glances when you think no one is watching" Lady Sif commented riding up next to them. Loki stared at her with a harsh glare as Thor agreed with a bright smile as the other warrior three joined in with the slight teasing "You are all being imbeciles. I feel nothing for that woman-" "Do you deny the fact that she is intelligent than the average woman on Asgard or Midgard?" Lady Sif asked "No, I do not deny the fact she has intelligence" Loki grumbled "Do you disagree with the idea of her being a very attractive princess?" Fandral commented with a smirk "Finding someone attractive is subjective-" "Don't divert the question brother," Thor said with amusement "Just go find a beastly animal to slay so we can go home" Loki scoffed. As he reached his patents Thor took the others to catch the beast as Loki lingered behind lost in his thoughts and feeling over (Name).

Food had been set for the Animals that both Thor, Loki, and his friends had killed were roasted and in the center of the long table. (Name) was helping the servants plate everything up and smiling and laughing with them as they talked and joked amongst themselves. Most of the servants that worked in the palace were very fond of the young princess, she truly was kind and compassionate and would make an exceptional Queen. Frigga watched how (Name) would act not only with her sons but with the common people and it made her smile, Odin knew she was headstrong and he was well aware of her maturity and strategic strategies; he had faith she would make a powerful Queen. Odin would be lying if he said he didn't want (Name) to marry one of his sons. (Name) had taken a seat by the servants "Lady (Name) please sit with us on the main table" Frigga smiled. With a small nod (Name) bid farewell to the servants and sat by her mother and sister "Honestly (Name)....you need to stop mingling with the servants, you make our family look bad and ill-mannered" snapped her older sister "Maybe if you weren't so superficial like Father then perhaps I would be more likely to speak to you and others of our status with more respect and enjoy their presence" (Name) glared "(Name), don't speak to your sister like that" her Father snapped. Frigga did not comment on their family bickering neither did Odin however Loki chimed in to stir the cauldron "Your sister is right Lady (Name). A princess should know her place and stay in her place" smirked the young prince "Loki-" Frigga started "I would appreciate that a young prince like yourself would stay out of other families' feuds. Know your place and stay out of the discussion, Loki Odinson" (Name) said calmly. Loki could feel his blood boil, he scoffed "While you are in my Palace I shall do as I please and get involved in anything I please-" "Loki enough. While I am still alive and breathing this is my palace. When I pass it will be Thor's, so stay out of the (Last name) family business" Odin said cutting in.

The jól feast continued through the night; from her understanding jól would last three days of drinking, eating, joking, singing, dancing, and gift-giving. (Name) wasn't used to it but she was growing tired of the drunk and loud people, and thus decided to retire early for the first night of jól. (Name) and Loki had their heated arguments now and then, but the truth is told, she liked him. Not because of his looks but his personality to an extent; not the one he chose to show when he is blinded by his anger, or his cold demeanor or his jealousy, but rather his loving one, that he only showed a glimpse of in rare moments. He was funny, and he really understood her from time to time. But their common flaw was that the two were far too guarded with their emotions and would often hide their feelings; so others wouldn't get hurt or hate them for who you really are.

(Name) was making her way to chambers; lost in thought momentarily. She had walked through the tremendous hallways in the palace so many times that she already knew her way around the place. Walking to her chambers, which was across from Loki's room (unfortunately). She lingered as she stared at his door; with an arm outstretched she was ready to knock on his door-

A crash came from her room as the door slammed open and there stood Loki disheveled in his casual attire of green and dark brown that he had worn to the jól feast. "Loki! By all the good in Valhalla, what on earth are you doing in my room?" she said with a sigh. Loki stared at her for a moment then scoffed, pushing past her. She was attempting not to lock eyes with him but his messy black hair; his pale skin and his eyes,  his piercing green eyes that held so many secrets. Although he did not answer her she snapped at him, as if time slowed down as she made her way into her room. Loki grabbed a hold of her arm with a firm grip, he held a sinister smile as he looked down at her slightly; turn her so she was facing him, (Name) was now mostly in her room while Loki stood in the doorway with her arm in a firm grip "I would be careful when speaking to me. I stand by what I said today, now your place (Name)" She snatched her arm back and sized up to him "You either tell me what in Valhalla were you doing in my room or I suggest you head back to your room, Loki" she spoke bitterly. He just smiled although it seemed like he was hurt by her harsh tone, (Name) kept her glare at the floor. Loki sighed softly, his hurt smile leaving and replacing it with a frown. His lack of response unsettled the foreign Asgardian, she grabbed the door and began to close it "You don't understand, (Name). I really need to tell you something" his voice quietly cracked. He stopped the door with his foot. The quiet voice crack grabbed her attention immediately.

Loki decided that she probably didn't want to talk to him. In honesty, the only reason he was in her room where he was debating on leaving her a note explaining some stirring feelings he had for her, but the room was dark and he had stumbled into a corner of her dresser. He turned to his room once he realized (Name)'s stillness and unwillingness to open her door to let him in. (Name) heard his door slam shut. She heaved out a sigh 'by the god...please don't make me regret this' she thought as she closed her outdoor as she walked over to his shut door. Opening the door she saw Loki sitting on the corner of his bed with his head in his hands. She frowned slowly closing the door behind her as she made her way to him "What do you want" he called out bitterly "Don't be such a woman. What's wrong with you? You're not usually, like this" she said gesturing towards him "....Why would you care" he snapped glaring at her "Loki..." her voice was soft as she sat next to him "I care because...well... I really do see you as someone I am close to" "You mean like friends?" he sounded disgusted "...Don't sound so disgusted and I wouldn't go that far. We aren't friends" she smiled slightly "More like, strangers that are closer than the common stranger" Loki stayed quiet. Collecting his thought and letting her words sink in- "Loki... tell me what's wrong?" "I genuinely enjoy your company, even if you do get on my nerves sometimes. I find you frustratingly intelligent yet somewhat dense when you have your 'Thor' moments" he chuckled lightly "What I'm trying to say is... when you head back to Midgard, I will miss you. You truly make this Palace lively...and tolerable-" "And you said I wasn't your friend" she chuckled bumping his shoulder with hers "...But I don't want that... I want more than just your friendship. I really do like you (Name) (Last name)." he explained.

(Name) stared at him in disbelief 'did he really say those words?' She thought to herself thinking she had heard wrong, or perhaps she was sleep-deprived, she was in a daze trying to process his words "Pardon me, I dazed out... what?" she asked in pure shock. A frown was imminent on his face as he repeated himself. He was now facing her as he stared at her. The large window and the light of the moon shined through giving them a pale glow. (Name) blinked as he grabbed her hand with a cold hand. He was embarrassed to repeat his words; leaning in he used his free hand to softly grab the back of her neck bringing her in as he kissed her. The kiss was so soft and light, closing her eyes in bliss relaxing to his touch; once comfortable it left when he pulled back. She opened her eyes and watched him as she slowly leaned in for another kiss; it was soft yet an underlying feeling of hungry lust. She placed a delicate hand on his cheek as she kissed him, she could feel his hesitant hand reach her side as he leaned her back on the bed; their lips finding each other every time and moving as one. "Loki" she huffed pulling back "(Name) I want you in body, mind, and soul. You have to believe me" he spoke softly as he held her cheek "I know...But-" she mumbled, sitting up a little. "Not the answer I was looking for," he said in a joking way to hide the pain he felt. She saw how he pulled back to get off her as she sat up. She panicked a little and grabbed his hand. She cast her eyes down as she got nervous "Loki...I really do like you, but how can I believe you? We go through this so many times, one minute we are civil and the next we are at each other's throats. I live in Midgard... I don't compare to the true Asgardians here... I don't what nor will I be one of your playthings" (Name) said truthfully hating the idea of being played, by him, of all people. "(Name) you are like me in so many ways and I will wholeheartedly trust you, I may not talk to you much but...somehow when I'm upset you always make me smile, you know when I am bothered you, on rare occasions you stand up for me when clearly I am in the wrong." he chuckled softly as he kneeled in front of her holding her hands "And by gods and by the Alfather I love you, (Name); till the day I die, till my last breath, I will always love you." He spoke seriously

The clothes were off; (Name) was under him, her hair fanned out under her. Loki kissed her tenderly, his hand running down her thigh to hook it around his waist; feeling him grind on her softly had her aching for more. Trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, leaving marks now and then as he made sure to give her pure bliss. (Name) hooked her arm under his arm grabbing his shoulder while the other hand grabbed his hair. He slowly eased himself into her, the pain unbearable despite the fact he had prepared her before entering himself in her. Letting out a small noise of discomfort Loki slowed himself down for her sake to adjust to him. He whispered sweet words in her ear.  She would have thought that he would say dirty things, but he didn't. Perhaps for the first time together, he wanted to make sure she felt nothing but love, and maybe the next time he was willing to show and teach her a thing or two. His trusts were controlled and paced, but soon the young prince was growing needier to hear (Name) moans; aside from the erotic breathy gasps and soft moans he wanted her to say his name. He had lifted her hips slightly to change the angle, so he had a deeper penetration. The new feeling had caused (Name)'s eyes to shut and a somewhat loud moan came out from her. Her leg pulling him closer to her but her body was shaking "Are you okay?" He asked in worry as she hid her face in his shoulder "Sorry... I'm fine, Just do that again please" she begged quietly "Say my name" he growled in her ears giving a slow thrust "L-Loki!" she called in surprise. Smirking he did as told. She tightened around his shaft; he grunted from the sudden tightness but what drove him on edge a little were the moans she made when he would move in her. Grabbing one of her legs, throwing it over his shoulder as he was getting a deeper penetration making her go wild.

The constant motion of him moving in and out of her vaginal area caused her to arch her back as she grabbed his forearms. The sound of skin slapping together, their body covered in a coat of thin sweat from their passionate activity. The way he filled her up and the way he moved skillfully hitting each spot that caused her body to overdrive, she thought he couldn't get any better-Loki had moved a hand over to her clit and began to rub in a circular motion sending her in the shivering mess. 8,000 of her nerves began to tingle and boil in ecstasy from his skillful stimulation, he thrust in her in rhythmic movements but would vary from slow and hard to fast; giving her pure bliss. She had reached her limit giving out a loud moan that she knew she couldn't suppress, she called out his name; her back arched before lying exhausted on the bed. Loki too lets out a loud moan; grunting out 'fuck' following it with her name in bliss as he released himself in her. Finally, the two were done and exhausted. laying next to her; the two panting heavily. He turned to her laying form and embraced her in a protective hug, kissing her forehead tenderly, she soon fell into a deep peaceful slumber Loki following soon after.

[brightsunanddarkmidnight2-0]

Wow this is amazing!

Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat–and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied…

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki… so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

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