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velvetvisionsaurora · 2 days ago

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Pairing: Mafia Ateez OT8x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, poly ateez, violence and weapons, mafia ateez, organized crime, parental death and grieving process, bullying, possessive and controlling behavior,

Summary: When Y/n Ricci is forced to marry Kim Hongjoong—leader of the notorious ATEEZ organization and one of eight men who cruelly abandoned her seven years ago—she finds herself trapped in their heavily guarded compound with the ghosts of her past. As she navigates the dangerous world of mafia politics and her own wounded heart, Y/n discovers that all eight powerful, irresistible men still harbor deep feelings for her, suggesting an unconventional solution to their shared dilemma. But before she can consider forgiving them, let alone loving them again, she must uncover the dark secret that tore them apart—a truth that could either heal their fractured bonds or destroy them all completely.

18+ only- No Minors

Chapter 1: Ice in your Veins

The crystal decanter shattered against the wall, sending shards of glass and amber liquid cascading across your father's office.

"You've lost your goddamn mind!" you shouted, your chest heaving with each ragged breath. "An arranged marriage? What century do you think we're living in?"

Your father, Don Ricci, didn't even flinch. He simply stared at you with those cold, calculating eyes—the same eyes that had ordered countless men to their deaths. The same eyes you'd inherited.

"Y/n," he said, his voice steady and low. "You've always known this day would come."

"Known? Known?" you spat the word like venom. "I never agreed to be some bargaining chip in your twisted game of power."

He sighed, rising from his leather chair to pour himself another drink from a second decanter—as if he'd anticipated your outburst. Of course he had. Your father always seemed to know what cards would be played before they were even dealt.

"This isn't a game, cara mia. It's survival." He swirled the amber liquid, watching it catch the light. "The Ricci family needs this alliance."

"Then make it with guns and money like you always do," you hissed. "Not with your daughter's life."

"The Kim family has always been our ally. Hongjoong's father and I have been friends since before you were born," he said, his expression softening slightly with nostalgia. "But times are changing. The old alliances need to be... reinforced."

"So call him up for dinner like you used to! Remember those Sunday gatherings with all the families?" Your voice cracked. "You don't need to sell your daughter to maintain a friendship!"

Your father's eyes narrowed. "This isn't just about friendship, Y/n. This is about survival. The Russo family is encroaching on all our territories. Together, our families are stronger."

You laughed bitterly. "So you're afraid of them? The great Don Ricci, trembling before—" You froze mid-sentence, the full implications hitting you. "Wait. Kim? As in Kim Hongjoong? That Hongjoong?"

Your father's eyes met yours, a flicker of understanding passing through them. "Yes. The same boy you used to run around with. You and those eight boys were inseparable once—until they weren't."

The name hit you like a physical blow. You gripped the edge of his desk to steady yourself, memories flooding back in a dizzying rush—laughter shared under summer stars, secrets whispered in the darkness, and then... nothing. Seven years of nothing.

"No," you whispered. "Anyone but him."

Your father watched you carefully, more perceptive than you'd given him credit for. "I thought you'd be pleased. You were close once, all of you. The sons of my most trusted allies." He paused, studying your reaction.

You turned away, unwilling to let him see the pain in your eyes. "Apparently we weren’t as close as I thought."

"I don’t have the energy for you tonight," he sighed. "This alliance is necessary. The Kim, Park, Jeong, Kang, Choi, Song, and Jung families—we've controlled this city for generations. Now we need to ensure it stays that way for generations to come."

"How considerate of you," you sneered, finding your voice again. "And I suppose Hongjoong has already agreed to this?"

"He has. In fact, it was his father who proposed it."

Something sharp and painful twisted in your chest. So that's how it was. The boy who had once sworn he would always protect you had agreed to make you a prisoner in your own life.

"Did you ever stop to wonder," you asked quietly, dangerously, "why they all disappeared from my life? Why your 'trusted allies' sons suddenly wanted nothing to do with me?"

Your father's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "The world we live in is complicated, Y/n. Boys become men. Priorities shift."

"Bullshit," you spat. "Something happened. Something you're not telling me."

Don Ricci set down his glass with deliberate care. "What I know is that we need this alliance, and Hongjoong is willing. That's all that matters now."

* * *

Across the city, Hongjoong stood at the window of his penthouse office, staring out at the glittering skyline. Behind him, Seonghwa watched his leader carefully, noting the tension in his shoulders.

"You told Don Ricci you'd marry his daughter," Seonghwa said, not a question but a statement.

Hongjoong didn't turn. "I did what was necessary for the family."

"And what about Y/n?" Seonghwa asked, his voice carefully neutral. "Do you think she'll agree?"

A bitter smile crossed Hongjoong's face. "Y/n doesn't have any more choice in this than I do."

Seonghwa stepped closer, lowering his voice though they were alone. "She doesn't know why we left. What we did to protect her."

"And she never will," Hongjoong said sharply, finally turning to face his consigliere. His eyes were hard, resolved. "That was the agreement. We stay away, she stays safe. And now..."

"Now you're bringing her back into our world," Seonghwa finished for him.

Hongjoong's hand tightened around the tumbler of whiskey he held. "Her father's losing control. The Russo family is closing in. If we don't step in now, she'll be caught in the crossfire regardless."

"Our fathers always intended for the families to unite this way," Seonghwa mused. "It was discussed even when we were children."

"But none of them could have predicted what happened seven years ago," Hongjoong replied grimly.

"And what will you tell her? After seven years of silence?"

Hongjoong downed the rest of his drink in one swift motion. "Nothing. The past stays buried."

"She won't accept that," Seonghwa warned. "You know how she is."

A flash of something—perhaps pain, perhaps fondness—crossed Hongjoong's face. "Yes," he said quietly. "I remember exactly how she is."

* * *

You paced your bedroom like a caged animal, anger burning through your veins. The door was locked—not by your father's order but by your own hand. You needed space to think, to breathe, to process the bomb that had just been dropped on your life.

Hongjoong. After all this time.

You grabbed the nearest object—a porcelain figurine—and hurled it at the wall, taking grim satisfaction in watching it shatter. It didn't help, but at least it was something.

Seven years ago, they had been your everything—Hongjoong and the others. More than friends, they had been your chosen family, your confidants, your safety in a world where your last name made you both royalty and target. The sons of your father's closest allies and business partners, you'd grown up together in the sheltered world of mafia royalty. And then one day, without warning or explanation, they were gone. No calls. No messages. Nothing but cold silence and empty promises.

And now Hongjoong had the audacity to agree to marry you? Like you were nothing more than a business transaction?

You grabbed your phone, scrolling to a number you'd never deleted but never called. Your thumb hovered over it.

A soft knock at your door interrupted your thoughts.

"Miss Y/n?" It was Paolo, your father's most trusted bodyguard. "Your father wants you downstairs. The Kim and Park families have arrived to discuss the arrangements."

You froze, your heart stuttering in your chest. "Already? They're here now?"

"Yes, miss. Your father says you have ten minutes to make yourself presentable."

You wanted to scream, to throw something else, to lock yourself in and refuse to come out. But you were a Ricci. And Riccis didn't hide.

"Tell my father I'll be down," you called back, your voice steadier than you felt.

As Paolo's footsteps faded away, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Wild eyes, flushed cheeks, hair tumbling in disarray around your shoulders. You looked dangerous, unhinged.

Perfect.

If Hongjoong thought he could waltz back into your life and claim you like a prize, he was about to learn a painful lesson. You might be forced into this marriage, but you'd be damned if you made it easy for him.

You reached for your closet, pulling out a black dress that hugged every curve, cut just low enough to be a distraction, just high enough to maintain the appearance of respect. You applied your makeup with deliberate precision—red lips, smoky eyes, sharp enough to cut.

Armor, in its own way.

Ten minutes later, you descended the grand staircase of your family home, each step measured and deliberate. You could hear voices from the main drawing room—your father's deep rumble, and then another voice that sent a jolt through your system.

Hongjoong.

You paused outside the door, steadying yourself with one deep breath, and then another. You weren't that heartbroken teenage girl anymore. You were Y/n Ricci, daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. And you were about to face the ghosts of your past.

With one final steadying breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, your eyes immediately finding his across the room.

Time seemed to stop as your gaze locked with Hongjoong's for the first time in seven years.

The room fell silent as you stepped inside.

Five men turned to look at you—your father, his consigliere Antonio, and three figures from your past. Mr. Kim and his son Hongjoong stood near the fireplace, while Seonghwa lingered slightly behind them, ever the faithful shadow.

"Ah, Y/n," your father's voice broke the silence. "Come greet our guests."

You moved forward with practiced grace, your heels clicking against the marble floor like a ticking bomb. Your eyes remained fixed on Hongjoong, cataloging the changes seven years had brought. Gone was the boy with bright eyes and an easy smile. In his place stood a man, sharp-edged and dangerous, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit. His hair, once a wild mop, was now styled with deliberate precision, dark strands falling just above eyes that watched you with maddening impassivity.

"Mr. Kim," you greeted Hongjoong's father first, extending your hand with a polite smile. "It's been too long."

The older man took your hand, his grip firm.

"Y/n. You've grown into a beautiful young woman." His eyes crinkled with what seemed like genuine warmth. "Your mother would be proud."

You kept your smile in place, though the mention of your mother sent a familiar pang through your chest. "Thank you."

Then you turned to Hongjoong, letting your smile cool several degrees. "Mr. Kim," you said again, the formal address a deliberate reminder of the distance between you now.

Hongjoong stepped forward, taking your offered hand. His touch sent an unwelcome jolt of electricity up your arm—a physical betrayal you refused to acknowledge.

"Miss Ricci," he replied, his voice deeper than you remembered. "A pleasure to see you again."

"Is it?" you asked, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I wouldn't have guessed, given the circumstances."

Hongjoong's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes—perhaps surprise at your directness. "The circumstances are... complex."

"They always are in our world, aren't they?" You withdrew your hand from his grasp, turning to the third visitor. "Mr. Park. I see you're still following Hongjoong around like a loyal puppy. Some things never change."

Seonghwa's lips twitched slightly—not in anger, but what almost looked like appreciation for your barb. "Miss Ricci. Sharp as ever."

"One of us has to be," you replied coolly.

There was a time when you would have greeted these men differently—when Hongjoong would have been "Joongie" and Seonghwa would have been "Hwa." When you would have thrown your arms around them without hesitation, your laughter filling the room. But that time was long gone, buried under seven years of silence and unanswered questions.

Your father cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should sit and discuss the arrangements."

"An excellent suggestion," Mr. Kim said, gesturing toward the seating area.

You took a seat in a high-backed chair, crossing your legs elegantly as the men arranged themselves on the surrounding sofas. Hongjoong sat directly across from you, his dark eyes never leaving your face.

"As we've discussed," your father began, "the marriage will take place in three months' time. This will give us adequate opportunity to prepare and to announce the union to our associates."

"Three months?" you interjected, your voice carrying a dangerous edge. "How generous of you to give me a whole season to prepare for my own wedding."

Your father shot you a warning look, but Mr. Kim merely chuckled. "Your daughter has your spirit, Don Ricci."

"Sometimes too much of it," your father muttered.

Hongjoong leaned forward slightly. "Three months is standard for arrangements of this nature. It allows for proper preparations while not delaying the benefits of our alliance."

"Benefits," you repeated, the word dripping with disdain. "How romantic. Tell me, Hongjoong, do you always discuss marriage in terms of profit margins and strategic advantages?"

A muscle in Hongjoong's jaw twitched. "In our position, romance is a luxury few can afford."

"And yet here I am, being auctioned off like a prized mare. Quite the luxury indeed."

"Y/n," your father warned.

But Hongjoong raised a hand. "It's alright. Y/n has every right to express her... reservations."

"How magnanimous of you," you said with a saccharine smile. "Granting me permission to have feelings about my own life."

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed slightly, but you caught it—the briefest twitch at the corner of his mouth, a ghost of the smile you once knew so well. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but you'd seen it. Somewhere beneath that cold exterior, your words had reached him.

"Perhaps," Seonghwa suggested smoothly, "Miss Ricci would like some time to discuss the arrangement privately with Hongjoong. After all, they will be spending their lives together. Some initial conversation might ease the transition."

Your father nodded. "An excellent idea. Y/n, why don't you show Hongjoong to the garden? Antonio and I have some additional matters to discuss with Mr. Kim and Seonghwa."

It wasn't a request. You stood, smoothing down your dress. "Of course. This way, Mr. Kim."

You led Hongjoong through the double doors and into the hallway, your back straight, your steps measured. Neither of you spoke as you walked through the house and out to the garden—the same garden where you had all played as children, where secrets had been shared and promises made. Promises that had ultimately meant nothing.

Once outside, you turned to face him, crossing your arms. "Well? Shall we discuss flower arrangements and honeymoon destinations? Or would you prefer to skip straight to dividing up territories and body counts?"

Hongjoong didn't rise to the bait. He stood with his hands in his pockets, the evening breeze ruffling his perfectly styled hair. For a moment, in the fading light, he looked almost like the boy you'd known.

"You've changed," he said finally.

"Did you expect me to stay frozen in time?" you asked. "The same naive girl waiting for her friends to return?"

"No," he admitted. "But I didn't expect... this."

"This?"

"This version of you. Cold. Hard." His eyes traveled over you, lingering on your face. "Beautiful in a way that cuts."

You refused to let his words affect you. "We all become what we need to survive. You taught me that lesson quite effectively."

"I suppose I did," he murmured, moving past you to look out at the garden. "Do you remember when we used to sneak out here at night? All of us?"

"I remember a lot of things," you said flatly. "None of them relevant to our current situation."

Hongjoong turned back to you, his expression unreadable. "Is that how you want to play this, Y/n? Pretending the past never happened?"

"Isn't that exactly what you did?" you shot back, unable to keep the edge from your voice. "Seven years, Hongjoong. Seven years without a word. And now you want to reminisce like old friends?"

Something flashed in his eyes—pain, perhaps, or regret. But it was quickly masked by that infuriating control. "You're right. The past is irrelevant. What matters is our future arrangement."

"Arrangement," you repeated. "Not marriage. Not partnership. Arrangement."

"Would you prefer I lie to you? Dress this up as something it's not?"

"I would prefer not to be traded like a commodity," you snapped. "But since that ship has sailed, I'd at least like to know why you agreed to this. What possible benefit could you gain from marrying someone who clearly despises you?"

Hongjoong stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, more complex. "Maybe I enjoy a challenge."

You let out a harsh laugh. "Is that what I am to you? A challenge to be conquered?"

"No," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "You're much more dangerous than that."

Before you could respond, he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with unexpected gentleness. The casual intimacy of the gesture stole the breath from your lungs.

"Our fathers have made their decision," he said quietly. "We can fight it and make ourselves miserable, or we can find a way to make it work."

You stepped back, breaking the spell of his proximity. "And how exactly do you suggest we do that? Start fresh? Pretend you and the others didn't rip my heart out and stomp on it?"

A flash of guilt crossed his features. "I don't expect you to forget. Or forgive. But for both our sakes, we need to find a way forward."

"There is no 'we,' Hongjoong. There's you and your precious family, and there's me, doing what I must to survive—just as I've done since you all abandoned me."

Hongjoong's jaw tightened. "You know nothing about what happened."

"Whose fault is that?" you challenged.

For a moment, it seemed like he might actually tell you something—anything—to explain the past. But then his expression closed off again, the wall between you solidifying.

"Some things are better left buried," he said finally.

You laughed, the sound brittle in the evening air. "How convenient for you."

Hongjoong studied you for a long moment, his dark eyes taking in every detail of your face. "You know, despite everything, that fire in you—it's still there. They couldn't take that away."

"They?"

But he was already turning away. "We should go back inside. They'll be waiting."

As you followed him back toward the house, you couldn't help but wonder who "they" were, and what exactly Hongjoong thought had been taken from you. But one thing was certain—beneath his cold, controlled exterior, the boy you once knew still existed. You'd seen it in that fleeting almost-smile, heard it in the softness that had crept into his voice when he spoke of the past.

And that realization was far more dangerous than his indifference could ever be.

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darqx · 19 days ago

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❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

I drew Demon Strade from memory and have absolutely 0 recollection how big he actually is lmao. Side note the subtitle for this in my head was "it's dangerous to go alone take this" except its not Strade saying it XDD)

Rire will put someone into any position he feels like (because honestly manoeuvrability is not a problem for him) so lets just say...a lot of them.

Would you even be able to reach his head lol

I would say that he mostly travels (as sometimes it also depends on who/what he's collecting and whether anyone is technically looking for him - ie did someone murder these people wth?). Keep in mind that one of Rire's powers is that he can, essentially, step sideways into a Gate in one country, navigate a void space for a few minutes/seconds, and then exit from another Gate somewhere in another country lol.

There's a bunch of different AUs/verses (because i like sticking my characs in them for fun) where he's technically an "ordinary guy" and to answer your question in ever single one of them he is in some position of power :d Eg: Headmaster, mafia boss, compound leader in a zombie apoc, high ranking military official, rich and popular college kid (this one somewhat debatable as BTD!College AU doesnt specify whether Rire is actually human or not XD) etc.

What has Saturn ever done for me? 🤌🏻

Check the bottom of this one :d

Every single Royal in the Nether is considered a dictator and Rire is no exception. His subjects consider him one of the more preferable ones because a) kind of leaves them alone for the most part, b) if he is inflicting terror on them/someone it's usually for a reason (as far as they know) and c) the economy has been doing great since he came into power.

You can consider Rire more of an...acquirer. Meaning that if he can't do something, he has an extensive network of people who owe him a favour or several that might be able to. Also loopholes exist hahahahah

If he's not exchanging for your soul, he's folding you into this network, that's how he works.

Rire's ego is not so big that he wouldn't be calculatively thinking about how best to exploit this |D

Oh yeh he def has servants to do a bunch of stuff for him! However, he has only been a Royal for a relatively short amount of time so he does actually know how to cook etc by himself if required.

Not a game but he will be plot B in a comic. As for being inserted into YKMET lore that's up to Gato XD

Warm tone gold type colours

Nah he heals pretty well. Also I feel like if he did get a serious enough wound that looked like it was going to scar then he'd use some sort of medical cream or whatever to make sure it didnt.

He'd be a little shit and vague about it ("oh somewhere quite far from here"), and if people keep trying to guess would literally give his Sector name from the Nether and later agree that it's in one of the random countries that were being guessed. Ah but so well hidden you won't be able to find it on a map, sure, try if you want.

Anon even i don't know in what context you are using this word lol.

The sense factor for this essentially 🫲🏻"is a demon (and a feeling of how powerful they might be)" and 🫱🏻 "is not a demon" which usually means a human lol. For your qs case, maybe only if said human was exceptionally powerful (so that the oddness registered as something "off" human) OR if they were using said power at the time (as happens with Battle Priests).

I haven't thought about a lot of things and i can clinically say that's one of them lol.

#boyfriend to death #art #doodle #rire answer dump #answer dump #one day i had this sitting in my drafts and then i blinked and the draft date was like 3 days ago

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 20 days ago

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God of Chaos, Heart of Mine

Pairing: Avenger!Loki x Avenger!Reader

Summary: requested by @Daniellelaufeyson " One where loki is new to the avengers but him and y/n were past lovers they both 'hate' each other but they also still love each other with everything they have"

Word count: 1.82K

Warnings: angst &fluff, mentions of blood.

The Avengers’ compound had never felt this tense, not even during an alien invasion.

You leaned against the railing of the upper balcony, arms crossed, watching the newest arrival walk through the main hall like he owned it. Loki Laufeyson. God of Mischief. Reluctant ally. Ex-lover.

Your ex-lover.

He was exactly the same. Too tall, too elegant, too smug. That smirk, damn that smirk it still made your chest twist with equal parts rage and longing.

“Still brooding, I see,” Loki drawled, glancing up at you without missing a beat. “You haven’t changed at all.”

You scoffed. “And you’re still an arrogant jackass. Good to know some things are eternal.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Oh, darling, if you wanted to rekindle old flames, all you had to do was say so.”

Before you could retort, Steve Rogers stepped in, cutting through the tension like a knife through butter.

“Y/N, Loki. Briefing room. Now!”

Loki turned with a dramatic sigh. “Yes, yes. Let’s save the world with teamwork and friendship. How quaint.”

You followed, jaw clenched, fists tighter than they should be. You hadn’t seen Loki in years, not since he walked away from everything, including you. Especially you. He never said goodbye. He just vanished into myth and history, like he always did.

But here he was, acting like it hadn’t ripped you apart.

Later that night, after a mission gone sideways and Loki's powers saving the day (and begrudgingly), you found yourself alone in the training room with Loki.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Loki said, removing his gloves slowly, deliberately. “For not letting you die.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” You snapped, grabbing a towel and refusing to look at him.

He stepped closer, too close, voice soft now. “You never had to.”

The words landed like a punch to the gut.

You turned to him finally, eyes flashing. “You don’t get to pretend you care now, Loki. You left. You didn’t write. You didn’t come back.”

He faltered, just for a second. “I thought I was protecting you.”

“Bullshit,” you hissed. “You were protecting yourself. You always do.”

Silence.

And then, quietly, “I never stopped loving you.”

Your heart skipped. Loki looked raw, real, for once. No illusions. Just a man who once had their heart and shattered it like glass.

You stepped forward, inches away now. “Then why does it still feel like you hate me?”

His voice broke. “Because it’s easier than admitting how badly I still want you.”

And then his lips crashed against yours, it wasn’t sweet or gentle, it was desperate, angry, years of longing and fury tangled in one blistering kiss.

You pulled away, breathless, forehead pressed to his.

“This changes nothing,” You whispered.

Loki smiled, eyes dark. “It changes everything.”

The next morning, the mission debrief was filled with tension so thick it could've suffocated Thor.

You sat at the end of the table, arms crossed, jaw clenched. Across from you sat Loki, smirking, relaxed, every movement calculated to get under your skin.

“And I suppose,” Loki said lazily, “we’re pretending I didn’t single-handedly stop the explosion from wiping out half the team yesterday?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Oh, we noticed. Believe me. You haven’t stopped reminding us.”

You didn't speak. Not yet.

Natasha glanced between you two, brow raised. “Y/N, thoughts?”

You finally met Loki’s gaze, and it was like a spark snapped.

“Next time, try not to almost get me killed before your dramatic save,” You said coolly. “I don’t need your hero complex.”

Loki leaned forward, green eyes gleaming. “And yet, you’re alive. You should be thanking me.”

“I’d rather bite down on glass.”

He laughed—truly laughed. “Oh, how I missed your charming wit.”

Steve slammed his folder shut. “Okay, that’s enough sexual tension for one morning.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Excuse us?” Loki added, with the same mix of offense and smugness.

Steve just stood, muttering something about babysitting gods and training new recruits. The team filed out, but Loki stayed behind naturally. You turned to go.

“Running again?” he called.

You froze.

Loki stood, stepping closer, voice lower now. “You always hated how close I got to the truth. And you’re terrified I still can.”

You turned slowly. “You don’t know me anymore, Loki.”

“Maybe,” he said, tilting his head. “But I remember exactly how you look when you’re lying.”

You stepped forward, chest to chest now. “And I remember what betrayal tastes like. Don’t flatter yourself, you’re still the same selfish bastard.”

Loki’s expression flickered. That mask of amusement wavered for just a moment. “Maybe I am. But you’re not over me either. That kiss—”

“—was a mistake,” You snarled. “A slip. Temporary insanity. Nothing more.”

He studied you in silence, gaze unreadable. Then, softly said, “Then why do you look at me like I’m still yours?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Instead, you walked out, pulse thudding in your ears.

Another mission with loki that was a mess. Hostages. Hydra tech. Too many enemies and not enough time. You and Loki were paired together, of course. Fury’s idea of a joke, probably.

You both moved like a unit, despite the tension. Years of knowing each other's rhythm hadn’t faded. You covered each other, argued through comms, and when the explosion went off, you didn’t think. You shoved Loki out of the way, taking the brunt of the blast.

Pain. Darkness. Then a warm hand. Loki's voice, trembling.

“Stay with me. Please.”

You blinked blearily up at him. His hands were slick with your blood. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered. “I swore I’d never let you get hurt again.”

You tried to speak, but only managed a pained breath.

Loki leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice hoarse. “Don’t leave me, Y/N. Not again. Not like this.”

Later, back at the compound, you woke in the infirmary, patched up and alive. Loki was there, silent, seated beside the bed.

“You stayed,” You murmured.

His eyes met yours, and for once, there was no smugness, no shield.

“I didn’t know how to leave,” he admitted. “Not this time.”

Silence stretched between you two like a thread pulled too tight.

“I hate you,” You whispered.

“I know.”

“I still love you.”

“I know that, too.”

Loki reached out, tentative, brushing his fingers against yours.

“I’ll earn your trust back,” he said quietly. “Even if it takes eternity.”

You didn’t pull away.

And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to believe him.

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strawb3rryg2l · 2 months ago

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The Temp, Part 2

Characters: Robert Reynolds x (Female) Reader.

Summary: Mel trains a new temp - Y/N. Y/N just wants a normal life, one where she can forget her past as a spy and start anew. When she meets The Thunderbolts, she can't help but notice Robert Reynolds... or Bob, as everyone calls him. He's quiet, shy, and seemingly holding a lot inside. She almost feels the same, even if she doesn't know him personally. They find a likeness in one another and grow closer.

Warnings: reader is an ex-spy, fighting, bleeding, reader gets injured, the void appears, spoilers for the movie (Let me know if there any more warnings I should put).

Word Count: 1341

Note from the author: This is my work and not only will it be posted on this account (@Strawb3rryg2l) . It will also be posted to my account of Archivesofourown (@ Strawb3rrygal). I will link it here once it is uploaded. This is a work in progress, and my first ever fanfiction so please be kind. This movie brought back my love for Marvel, and I'm super excited about this series I will be writing. This is my first attempt of a slow-burn, friends to lovers, and smut (mueheh). So without further ado... Happy reading!

Post Note from the author: I thought I'd add a picture this time hehe:)

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It started with the alarms.

Shrill. Pulsing. Immediate. The kind that didn’t wait for protocol or polite warning. Red emergency lights flooded the white walls of the compound, casting everything in a warlike hue. The automated voice blared overhead, cold and measured.

“Security breach. Level 3 lockdown initiated.”

Y/N stood in the records wing, her hands still on a manila file. A quiet moment snapped in half. She didn't move right away, not out of fear, but calculation. Her mind flipped through the possibilities, cataloging escape routes, fallback positions, security override codes. She’d been trained for this. Not officially, but enough to know what to do.

She reached into her pocket, fingers brushing the emergency keycard nestled in her coat, and hesitated just a second longer.

Protocol dictated she call Valentina.

But instinct told her to move. She slipped the comms piece into her ear and tapped the button.

“Mel’s coverage. This is Y/N. What’s the situation?”

She heard static. Then a crackle, and a voice she didn’t recognize, tight and rushed.

“—sublevel two. Not ours. Not friendly.”

Her grip on the key tightened. She turned to the wall-mounted security panel, already punching in the first override sequence. A plan formed in her head, one step at a time: lockdown the breach points, isolate the threat, stall them until—

Footsteps.

Behind her.

Fast.

She spun, fists already rising—

“Whoa, it’s me!”

Bob.

His eyes weren’t glowing yet. Not completely. But there was a shimmer beneath the surface that barely leashed power, like something boiling just under his skin.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low.

They stared at each other; he didn’t seem happy to see her in the middle of whatever was going on.

“I’m not leaving,” she answered simply.

And then she turned back to the panel and finished the override.

“Can you get me to sublevel two?”

Bob paused. “Yeah. But if it’s bad—”

“If it’s bad, we deal with it.”

Another beat. He seemed to think about this for a while. Y/N tapped her foot with a little impatience, and then finally he nodded.

They ran. The hallways blurred by in flashing red light. Y/N moved in measured strides, fast but controlled. She didn’t look at Bob. She didn’t need to. The tension in the air between them was almost tactile. She knew Bob wasn’t usually the one to respond to these kinds of breaches. Which had her wondering where the rest of the team was.

They reached the stairwell to the sublevel just as the compound shuddered with the force of an explosion. A door, farther down the corridor, was ripped off its hinges and hurled into the wall.

Y/N crouched low, back to the wall.

“Visual?”

Bob stepped forward, peering through the smoke and flashing lights.

“Two intruders. Armed.”

“Mercs?”

He glanced at her. “Could be. Or bait.”

“You armed?” Bob asked.

Y/N didn’t answer right away. She reached down, drew a thin blade from her boot, then snapped open a telescoping baton from her sleeve with a clean metallic click.

Bob gave a crooked smile. “I thought you were just the assistant.”

She rolled her eyes. “I am. Among other things.”

Then came the storm.

The mercs moved with practiced aggression too fast and trained to be amateurs. Everything in her narrowed to motion and reaction. One merc lunged, swinging a heavy arc meant to knock her flat. She ducked, stepped in, slammed her baton into his ribs. He staggered, and she was already spinning to meet the second attacker. Her dagger flashed a precise cut, enough to disarm, and disable. Not to kill. She was only trying to temporarily stop these mercs.

She felt it rise in her like muscle memory. The rhythm of the fight, the silence between movements, the thrill she didn’t let herself acknowledge.

Bob moved to engage, but she stepped in front of him. She could see the glow building in his eyes now, pulsing with something alive. He was holding it back. Barely.

The merc she knocked down began to rise again. She pivoted, planted a solid kick to his side. He dropped out cold. The second merc came at her silently, a blade flashing in his hand. She tried to block him but was not fast enough.

A slice. Shallow. Blood began to wet her shoulder. She inhaled sharply.

Bob’s eyes locked on her shoulder, and the world shifted.

The transformation was instant. An eruption of golden light exploded outward like a sun collapsing in reverse. The hallway shook as concrete cracked, dust rained down, and the air buzzed with raw energy.

Y/N hit the ground hard, wind knocked from her lungs. Her ears rang. When she pushed herself up, the golden blur hovering in the chaos wasn’t Bob.

It was Sentry.

He hovered, untouchable. Burning with energy that bent the very air around him. And he moved, no, appeared before the merc in an instant. A hand shot out and clamped around the merc’s throat. He lifted him and slammed him. The wall cracked with the impact. The merc didn’t get back up.

Sentry didn’t speak.

He floated there, a silent storm wrapped in flesh and gold.

Y/N rose slowly, ignoring the sting in her shoulder. She didn’t reach for a weapon. She didn’t run. Her voice, when it came, was quiet but clear.

“Bob,” she said, “it’s okay. You’re here.”

He didn’t answer. The air around him shimmered, gold dimming at the edges. Flickering and there was darkness. Not just light now, but a shadow. Crawling, writhing. The edges of something else rising behind him.

The Void.

“No,” she whispered. And she stepped forward.

“I know you’re still in there. You don’t want this. You don’t want to become him.”

He turned his head slow, jagged, like it hurt to move. “I can feel him,” he said. His voice was layered. Shattered. “He’s close. I can’t hold him.”

“You can.”

“You don’t know what I am.”

Her gaze didn’t waver.

“I know what it’s like to be shaped into something you're not,” she said. “To have people look at you and only see what you can do for them. What you can destroy.”

Behind him, the shadows thickened reaching, trying to take form. A monstrous echo of something unspeakable. A reflection of fear. Maybe what he feared he was.

She didn’t stop.

“I used to think power meant control. That if I was feared, I couldn’t be hurt again.”

Her steps were steady, even as blood darkened her sleeve.

“But that kind of power? It just makes you disappear.”

The darkness hissed behind him, curling up like it knew she was getting too close.

“I disappeared for years. Forgot what it meant to be more than useful. To be seen.”

She stopped in front of him.

She spoke, low and steady. “I see you, Bob. Not the Void. Not the Sentry. You.”

His hands trembled, not from rage, but from restraint. The gold shimmer around him pulsed like a heartbeat erratic and fractured.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I was made to break things. That’s all I am. I’m not enough to stop this.”

“I’ve felt that too,” she said. “That I wasn’t enough unless I was winning. Unless I was the strongest one in the room.”

The shadow behind him reared. She didn’t flinch.

“You are enough, even when you’re scared. Even when you’re fighting.”

The gold surged then dimmed. As if her words, quiet and true, reached somewhere deeper than fear.

“I’m still afraid,” he admitted, voice cracking.

“So am I,” she said. “But I trust you.”

The shadow screamed without sound and then shattered like smoke in wind.

He fell to his knees, hands braced on cracked floor, breath ragged. Shaking. There was no weapon left, just a man.

Y/N dropped beside him without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He flinched. Then leaned in.

No words, just warmth.

And then darkness, as Y/N’s world tilted and slipped out of focus. Her head fell to his chest.

#the sentry #sentry #bob reynolds #bob #robert reynolds #Robert reynolds x reader #the void #bob Reynolds x reader #thunderbolts #marvel

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An amazing day with an even more amazing NIGHT..

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

5973 words

( Thank you @ferrari team for an amazing night at Las Vegas Grand Prix )

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Lisa rose with a renewed sense of excitement. Today, she would be gracing the prestigious Ferrari F1 pit for Las vegas grand prix, a dream come true for any motorsports enthusiast.

With a radiant smile, Lisa arrived at the Ferrari compound, her presence immediately commanding attention. She greeted the crew members with a warm, professional demeanor, her poise and charm quickly winning them over.

“Good morning, everyone,”

She said, her voice melodic and refined.

“I’m honored to be here today and I can’t wait to learn more about the incredible work you all do, and of course the race.”

The engineers and mechanics, initially taken aback by her celebrity status, soon found themselves drawn to her genuine interest and enthusiasm. Lisa listened intently as they explained the intricacies if the car’s design and the team’s strategies, her eyes shining with fascination.

Throughout the morning, Lisa maintained a respectful and professional attitude, carefully avoiding any inappropriate behavior. She posed for photos with the crew, graciously signed autographs, and even offered to help with a few minor tasks, much to the delight of the Ferrari staff.

As the day progressed, Lisa’s poise and charm continued to impress everyone around her. She had successfully navigated the Ferrari pit with the utmost professionalism, earning the admiration and respect of all who encountered her.

As the race preparation intensified, Lisa was guided into the bustling Ferrari pit lane. The air crackled with energy, mechanics scurrying about as they made final adjustments to the sleek, scarlet cars.

Lisa’s heart raced with excitement as she took in the sights and sounds around her. The roar of the engines, the blur of activity – it was all so intoxicating. She knew she had to be on her best behavior, but the temptation to let her inhibitions slip was growing stronger by the minute.

Weaving through the crowd, Lisa made her way to the Ferrari garage, where the drivers were gathered, preparing for the race. She greeted with them with a warm smile, her eyes subtly appraising their muscular frames and handsome features.

“Gentlemen,”

She purred, her voice dripping with allure.

“I’m so honored to be here today. I can’t wait to see the incredible performance you’ll all put on.”

The drivers, already captivated by Lisa’s striking beauty, found themselves drawn to her magnetic presence. One by one, they approached her, her eager to engage in conversation and bask their attention.

As the minutes ticked by, Lisa expertly navigated the delicate balance between professionalism and flirtation, her every move calculated to keep the drivers enthralled. She knew the power she held over them, and she was determined to use it to her advantage.

The roar of the engines signaled the start of the race, but Lisa’s focus remained firmly on the men before her. With a coy smile, she leaned in, her lips brushing against the ear of the nearest driver.

“Good luck out there, darling,”

She whispered, her breath tickling his skin.

“I’ll be watching your every move.”

As the race began, Lisa’s focus remained firmly on the Ferrari drivers. She knew she held immense power over them, and she was determined to use it to her advantage.

Maintaining a coy smile, she sauntered through the pit, her hips swaying seductively as she caught the hungry gazes of the men around her.

Pausing near the garage, Lisa leaned against the wall, her gaze locked with that of a particularly handsome driver. Slowly, she ran her fingers along the exposed skin of her thigh, her touch feather-light yet utterly captivating.

“Tell me, darling.”

She purred, her voice dripping with honey.

“How does it feel to have the weight of the team on your shoulders? I can only imagine the… pressure you must be under.”

The driver, his eyes darkening with desire, found himself unable to look away from Lisa’s mesmerizing display. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat as she inched closer, her body nearly brushing against his.

“Perhaps,”

“I could help you… relieve some of that tension. After all, I’m here to support the team in any way I can.”

The air crackled with tension as Lisa’s fingers trailed down the driver’s chest, her touch igniting a fire within him. She knew she playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it only fueled her insatiable hunger.

The driver’s expression shifted, a mix of desire and apprehension flickering across his features. He gently grasped Lisa’s wrist, halting her wandering touch.

“Wait, we can’t do this here,”

“The team, the camera – it’s too risky. I can’t jeopardize everything I’ve worked for.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration flashing in their depths. She had expected more resistance, but this driver seemed more cautious than she had anticipated.

“Oh, darling,”

she purred, her tone dripping with seduction.

“Don't you worry about a thing. I know how to be... discreet.”

Leaning in closer, Lisa's lips brushed against the driver's ear, her breath hot and tantalizing.

“Besides, don't you want to know what it feels like to have a goddess like me worship your body?”

The driver's resolve wavered, his grip on Lisa's wrist loosening ever so slightly. The temptation was overwhelming, but the risk still loomed large in his mind.

“I... I can't,”

he stammered, his gaze darting around the bustling pit lane.

“I'm sorry, but I just can't.”

As the driver loosened his grip on Lisa's wrist and hurried away, a flicker of disappointment crossed her features. However, she was not one to be deterred so easily. Straightening her posture, Lisa scanned the bustling pit lane, her eyes narrowing as they settled on a new target.

Sauntering over to a group of mechanics, Lisa put on her most charming smile, her hips swaying with each step. Leaning in close, she engaged them in casual conversation, her fingers occasionally brushing against their arms in a calculated display of flirtation.

The men, already captivated by Lisa's striking beauty, found themselves drawn into her web of seduction. Slowly, she began to weave her magic, her words dripping with innuendo as she hinted at the pleasures she could offer them.

One by one, the mechanics fell under her spell, their eyes glazed with desire as they hung on her every word. Lisa knew she held the power, and she was determined to use it to her advantage, no matter the cost.

Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, Lisa discreetly led the men into a secluded corner of the pit, her heart racing with anticipation. This was her chance to truly indulge in the depraved desires that had been simmering within her all day.

Lisa’s heart sank as the mechanics turned on her, their expressions hardening with a mix of disgust and betrayal. She had underestimated their resolve, and now she found herself in a precarious situation.

“What is the meaning of this?”

she demanded, her voice laced with a hint of panic.

“I thought we had an understanding.”

One of the mechanics stepped forward, his face twisted with contempt.

“You think you can just waltz in here and use us like your personal playthings? We’re not some cheap whores for you to exploit, you know.”

Another mechanic sneered, his arms crossed over his chest.

“And you really thought we wouldn’t tell the boss? You’re in for a rude awakening, sweetheart.”

Lisa’s mind raced, desperately searching for a way to salvage the situation. She had come so far, only to have her plans unravel before her very eyes.

“Please, you don’t understand,”

She pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

“I need this, I need you guys. Can’t we come to some… arrangement?”

The mechanics exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions hardening.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but the deal’s off. You’re on your own.”

With that, they turned and walked away, leaving Lisa alone in the secluded corner, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and frustration.

As the race came to a close and the event wound down, Lisa found herself face-to-face with the head of the Ferrari pit crew. To her surprise, he seemed completely unaware of the earlier incident with the mechanics.

“Miss Lisa,”

He greeted her warmly, a friendly smile on his face.

“I must say, it’s been a pleasure having you here today. The team has been absolutely captivated by your presence.”

Reaching into his pocket, he produced a set of keys, which he placed gently in Lisa’s palm.

“As a token of our appreciation, we’d be honored if you’d take one of our cars for a spin around the city. Consider it a small taste of the Ferrari experience.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart racing with a mix of relief and excitement. This was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up, especially after the earlier confrontation.

“I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you, this is truly incredible!”

Clutching the keys tightly, Lisa followed the pit boss to the garage, where a stunning blue Ferrari awaited her. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. This was her chance to redeem herself, to prove her worth to the Ferrari team.

With a confident grin, Lisa fired up the engine, the roar of the powerful machine sending a thrill through her body. As she pulled out of the pit, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration, knowing that she had managed to turn the situation in her favor.

As Lisa and the Ferrari Captain sped through the las vegas streets in the sleek blue sports car, a thrill of anticipation coursed through her veins. The roar of the engine and the rush of the wind only heightened her senses, making her acutely aware of the Captain’s presence beside her.

“So where exactly are we headed?”

She asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she glanced over at him.

The Captain flashed her a knowing smile.

“Well, my dear, it seems the rest of the crew has gathered at the hotel. They’re quite eager to meet you and, shall we say, extend our hospitality.”

Lisa felt a flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach. The prospect of being surrounded by the Ferrari team, all vying for her attention, sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

“Mmmm, how intriguing. I can’t wait to see what you all have in store for me.”

As they pulled up to the hotel, Lisa could already feel the anticipation building. She followed the Captain inside, her heart racing with a mix of trepidation and unbridled desire. This was her chance to truly immerse herself in the Ferrari experience, and she was determined to make most of it.

As Lisa stepped into the hotel room, she was immediately struck by the intensity of the male gazes upon her. The Ferrari crew, a collection of rugged, powerful men, had gathered in anticipation of her arrival. Their eyes hungrily devoured her every curve, their expressions a mix of lust and barely contained hunger.

Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. She was the sole woman in a room full of testosterone-fueled men, and she reveled in the power she held over them. Slowly, she sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with calculated grace.

“Gentlemen,”

“I must say, I’m quite impressed by the warm welcome you’ve prepared for me.”

The men stirred, their bodies tensing with barely restrained desire. One by one, they approached her, their hands reaching out to caress her curves, to explore the soft, supple flesh that lay beneath her clothes.

Lisa allowed their touches, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She knew exactly how to play them, how to stoke the flames of their lust until they were burning with an insatiable need for her.

As the men surrounded her, their hands roaming her body, Lisa felt a surge of power coursing through her. She was the center of attention, the object of their collective desire, and she intended to use that to her full advantage.

Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise as the Captain revealed his knowledge of the earlier incident with the mechanics. A coy smile spread across her lips as she realized the opportunity that lay before her.

“Well, well, it seems my reputation precedes me,”

“In that case, I do believe I deserve a proper… token of your appreciation.”

Without any hesitation, Lisa began to disrobe, her movements slow and deliberate. One by one, the layers of her clothing fell away, revealing the lush curves of her body. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and wanton desire as she drank in the hungry stares of the men surrounding her.

As the last of her garments hit the floor, Lisa stood before them, gloriously nude. Her skin glowed with an ethereal radiance, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. Licking her lips, she slowly sank to her knees, her hands trailing down the toned expanse of her stomach.

“Then what are you waiting for, gentlemen?”

She purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I’m all yours.”

As the men began removing their pants, Lisa felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. One by one, they surrounded her, their stiff cocks mere inches from her face. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, eagerly taking the first shaft between her lips. Lisa’s tongue swirled and danced around the throbbing member, her movements practiced and sensual. The salty taste of pre-cum mingled with the musky scent of the man, and she reveled in it, her eyes fluttering with pleasure.

The Captain, observing the scene with a predatory gaze, stepped forward and cleared his throat.

“My dear Lisa, would you be so kind as to allow us to record this… special moment?”

Lisa paused, the cock still filling her mouth, and slowly bobbed her head in a silent affirmation. She knew that the world would soon bear witness to her depraved acts, and the thought only fueled her insatiable hunger.

Redoubling her efforts, Lisa began to work the shaft with renewed vigor, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and slurped. The men groaned in ecstasy, their hips bucking as they fought the urge to thrust deeper into her willing mouth.

One by one, the men took their turn, their cocks sliding between Lisa’s plump lips as she serviced them with unbridled enthusiasm. The room echoed with the lewd sounds of her ministrations, a symphony of pleasure that only served to heighten the depraved atmosphere.

As the camera crew captured every angle, the men continued to take turns receiving Lisa’s skilled oral ministrations. However, just as one of the men moved behind her, Lisa suddenly pulled back, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and apprehension.

“Wait, wait,”

She panted her chest heaving.

“I… I can’t let you have my pussy or ass. You see, I’m in love with my boyfriends, Eli and Alex. I have won’t betray them like that.”

The men paused, their expressions a blend of disappointment and confusion. The Captain stepped forward, his brow furrowed.

“But my dear Lisa, we thought you were here to indulge our every desire. Surely you can make an exception, just this once?”

Lisa chewed on her lower lip, her gaze darting between the men. She knew she had to maintain her boundaries, even in the face of such temptation.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. My heart belongs to Eli and Alex, and I won’t do anything to jeopardize that. However,”

She added, a coy smile playing on her lips,

“I’m more than willing to… explore other ways of pleasuring you all.”

With that, Lisa returned her attention to the throbbing cocks before her, her tongue swirling and caressing with renewed vigor. She may have drawn a line, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t still indulge their desires in other ways.

Lisa's eyes widened at the Captain's suggestion, a mix of excitement and trepidation flashing across her features. The idea of her boyfriends Eli and Alex witnessing her depraved acts sent a thrill through her body, even as a twinge of guilt tugged at her conscience. Lisa paused for a moment, weighing the risks and rewards. But in the end, the allure of the forbidden proved too strong to resist. Slowly, she raised her hand, offering a thumbs up in silent agreement.

The Captain's face split into a wicked grin, and he quickly retrieved his phone, tapping away at the screen. Moments later, the sound of a ringing video call filled the air, and Lisa felt her heart racing in anticipation.

As Eli's and Alex’s face appeared on the screen, Lisa's breath caught in her throat. She knew she was about to embark on a journey of unimaginable pleasure and debauchery, one that would forever change the dynamics of her relationship. But in that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care.

As Eli and Alex watched the depraved scene unfolding before them, they felt a surge of arousal coursing through their bodies. The sight of Lisa, their beloved girlfriend, eagerly servicing a room full of men ignited a primal hunger within them. Eli’s grip tightened around his phone, his eyes drinking in every lewd detail. He could see Lisa’s plump lips wrapped around the throbbing shafts, her tongue swirling and caressing with practiced skill. The sounds of her slurping and moaning only served to heighten their desire.

Alex, his face flushed with a mix jealousy and lust, shifted uncomfortably, his own arousal growing painfully evident. He knew he should be outraged, but the sheer eroticism of the situation had him captivated.

“Fuck,”

Eli growled, his voice thick with desire.

“Look at her, the dirty little slut. She’s loving every second of it.”

Alex nodded in agreement, his eyes glued to the screen.

“I can’t believe she’s doing this. But damn, it’s so fucking hot.”

As the men continued to use Lisa’s mouth, the two boyfriends found themselves growing increasingly aroused, their hands instinctively reaching down to palm their throbbing erections. The boundaries of their relationship had been shattered, and in that moment, they embraced the depraved reality that had unfolded before them.

Lisa’s eyes darted between the Captain and the video feed, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew that Eli and Alex were watching, and the thought of their disapproval sent a shiver down her spine.

Licking her lips, she locked eyes with the Captain, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of pleading.

“The boys have made it very clear – no touching my pussy or ass. But everything else…”

She purred, her gaze sweeping across the room of eager men.

“Is fair game.”

Turning back to the camera, Lisa blew a flirtatious kiss, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Don’t worry, boys. I’m going to make sure these men have the time of their lives. But you two will always be the ones I truly desire.”

With that, she returned her attention to the throbbing cock before her, her mouth opening wide in invitation. One by one, the men stepped forward, their shafts sliding between her plump lips as she eagerly serviced them. The sound of their grunts and moans filled the air, mingling with the obscene slurping noises that echoed through the room. Lisa’s hand worked tirelessly, stroking and caressing the men’s members, ensuring that every inch received her undivided attention. Her eyes fluttered with pleasure, reveling in the power she held over them, even as she maintained the boundaries set by her beloved boyfriends.

As the video call ended, Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew her boyfriends had made their boundaries clear, and she was determined to honor their wishes. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardize the trust they had built.

Turning her attention back to the eager men surrounding her, Lisa flashed them a coy smile.

“Well, gentlemen, it seems we have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Without further hesitation, she resumed her ministrations, her mouth and hands working in tandem to pleasure the throbbing shafts before her. The sounds of collective moans and groans filled the air, spurring her on to greater heights of debauchery.

Lisa’s tongue swirled and danced, her lips caressing the sensitive flesh with practiced skill. She reveled in the power she held over them, knowing that she could bring them to the brink of ecstasy with mere flick of her wrist.

As the men neared their climax, Lisa pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I believe you all had something else in mind for me, hmmm??”

With that, she positioned herself, her mouth open wide in anticipation. The men, their self control hanging by a thread, began to unleash their pent-up desire, their thick ropes of cum splattering across Lisa’s face and into her waiting mouth.

Lisa moaned with delight, savoring the salty taste as she swallowed every drop. She knew that this was just the beginning, an she couldn’t wait to see what other delights the Ferrari crew had in store for her.

As the first few men finished their release, coating Lisa’s face and mouth with their seed, the Captain approached her with a sly grin. He leaned in close, his voice low and conspiratorial.

“My dear Lisa, I couldn’t help but notice that there are still quite a few gentlemen waiting their turn. And I do believe our team captain would be most honored if you were to… service him as well.”

Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she considered the Captain’s proposal. She knew that by indulging the captain’s desire, she would be solidifying her position within the Ferrari crew. With a coy smile, she nodded her assent.

“Well, then, I simply must oblige our esteemed captain. After all , I wouldn’t want him to feel left out.”

Turning her attention to the man in question, Lisa beckoned him forward with a crooked finger. Her gaze smoldered with unbridled lust as she reaches out, her nimble fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock. Slowly, sensually, she began to stroke him, her eyes never leaving his.

“Now, captain, let’s see what you’re made of,”

The Captain, his eyes narrowed with a predatory gleam, seized control of the situation. With a firm grip, he grasped the back of Lisa’s head, guiding her mouth towards his throbbing shaft.

“That’s right, my dear,”

He growled, his voice dripping with dominance.

“Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”

Lisa’s eyes widened momentarily at the Captain’s assertive display, but she quickly composed herself. Embracing her role, she opened her mouth wide, eagerly accepting his cock between her plump lips.

As the Captain began to thrust, Lisa’s tongue swirled and danced, caressing the sensitive flesh with practiced skill. She knew how to please a man, and she was determined to give the Captain a performance he would never forget.

The men watched in rapt attention, their own arousal growing as the witnessed Lisa’s depraved display. The sound of her slurping and moaning filled the air, only adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.

Lisa’s hand gripped the Captain’s hips, urging him to take control. She reveled in the feeling of being used, of being the object of his carnal desires. Her own need for pleasure was building, but she knew better than to cross the boundaries set by her boyfriends.

The Captain's grip on Lisa's head tightened, his hips pistoning with brutal aggression. He ruthlessly plunged his throbbing shaft into her mouth, disregarding her comfort or consent. The sheer force of his thrusts had Lisa gagging and sputtering, tears streaming down her face.

Yet, despite the pain and humiliation, a surge of pleasure coursed through Lisa's body. The degradation, the loss of control - it was all too much for her to bear. With a muffled cry, she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, her body convulsing as she climaxed hard, her juices gushing onto the floor.

The Captain showed no mercy, continuing to use Lisa's mouth as his personal plaything. He pressed down harder, forcing her head to bob up and down his shaft in a brutal rhythm. Lisa's vision began to blur, the edges of her consciousness fading as she was consumed by the depraved act.

Just as she felt herself slipping away, the Captain let out a guttural groan, his hot seed flooding her mouth and spilling down her chin. Lisa swallowed as much as she could, her tongue lapping at the salty fluid, desperate to please her tormentor.

When he finally withdrew, Lisa collapsed to the floor, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. She lay there, panting heavily, her mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. But deep down, she knew she craved more - more of this twisted, depraved pleasure that had consumed her.

Lisa lay on the floor, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. The Captain approached her, a look of concern etched on his face.

“My dear Lisa, are you alright?”

He asked, extending a hand to help her up.

“I must say, that was quite a display. But I can’t help but wonder – would you be open to taking things even further?”

Lisa gazed up at him, her eyes hazy with lust. She knew exactly what he was proposing, and the thought sent a thrill through her body.

“Farther?”

She purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Why, I thought you’d never ask.”

Slowly, she rose to her feet, her movement languid and graceful. Licking her lips, she turned to face the gathered men, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Gentlemen, I do believe you have one more request for me?”

The men erupted into cheers, their excitement palpable. The Captain stepped forward, a predatory grin on his face.

“My dear Lisa, we would be honored if you would allow us to… cover you in our seed. A proper send-off, if you will.”

Lisa felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She knew this was the ultimate test of her devotion, a chance to prove her loyalty to her boyfriends and her own insatiable desires.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she purred, sinking back to her knees.

“I’m all yours.”

As the Captain announced the

“Bukkake of the Great LaLisa Manoban”

The men erupted into cheers. Lisa felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. She was about to be the centre of attention, the object of their collective desires. The Captain gently lifted Lisa, guiding her towards a nearby bed. With a soft push, he positioned her on her knees, her body facing the eager crowd. Lisa’s heart raced with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with wanton lust.

The first man stepped forward, his throbbing shaft mere inches from Lisa's face. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, engulfing his cock in one fluid motion. Her tongue swirled and danced, eliciting a guttural groan from the man as he began to thrust.

As Lisa focused on pleasuring the first man, the others lined up behind him, their own members straining with need. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of Lisa's slurping and moaning.

Lisa reveled in the attention, her body burning with desire. She knew that soon, she would be coated in the men's seed, and the thought only fueled her insatiable hunger. Her hips rocked back and forth, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she continued to service the throbbing shaft before her.

The Captain watched with a predatory gaze, his eyes drinking in every lewd detail. This was his moment, his chance to witness the ultimate display of Lisa's depravity. And he couldn't wait to see what other delights she had in store for them.

As the line of eager men grew, Lisa’s anticipation mounted. She knew her mouth would soon be filled to the brim, and the thought sent a shiver of delight through her body.

When the driver’s turn finally arrived, they both stepped forward, their throbbing shafts mere inches from her face. Lisa gazed up at them.

“Well, well, look at you two,”

She purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Seems like you both want a piece if me.”

Without further hesitation, Lisa opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive flesh. The men let out a collective groan, their hips instinctively rocking forward. Gripping the back of her head, the men began to thrust, their cocks sliding in and out of Lisa's skilled mouth. She moaned in delight, her own arousal building as she surrendered to their carnal desires. The sound of their grunts and the obscene slurping noises filled the air, only fueling the depraved atmosphere. Lisa reveled in her role, her eyes fluttering with pleasure as she serviced the two men with equal fervor. As their climax neared, the men increased their pace, their thrusts growing more erratic. Lisa braced herself, knowing that she was about to be the recipient of their collective release. With a final groan, they erupted, their thick ropes of cum coating Lisa's face and filling her mouth. She swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste as it dribbled down her chin. Lisa had proven herself worthy, and she knew that this was only the beginning of the depraved delights that awaited her.

As the final men in the line gathered around Lisa, their throbbing shafts mere inches from her face, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Lisa gazed up at them, her eyes sparkling with wanton lust.

With a deep, shuddering moan, the men began to climax, their thick ropes of cum splattering across Lisa's features. She opened her mouth wide, eagerly swallowing as much of the salty fluid as she could, her tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh.

The men grunted and groaned, their hips rocking as they emptied themselves onto Lisa's waiting canvas. She reveled in the sensation, her own arousal building as she was coated in their collective release.

When the last man had spent himself, Lisa sat back on her heels, her face and hair dripping with their seed. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she gazed up at the spent men, her tongue darting out to savor the remnants on her skin.

This was her moment of triumph, a testament to her insatiable appetite and her ability to please. And as she basked in the afterglow, Lisa knew that this was only the beginning of the depraved delights that awaited her.

As the men filed out of the room, Lisa and the Captain were left alone, the air thick with the scent of their recent tryst. Lisa gazed up at the Captain, her eyes hooded with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.

“Well, well, it seems we’ve been left all alone,”

She purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Whatever shall we do to pass the time?”

Without waiting for a response, Lisa rose to her feet, her movements lithe and graceful. Slowly, she sauntered towards the Captain, her hips swaying with each step. Reaching out, she trailed a finger along the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“You know, I can’t help but feel like we’ve only scratched the surface of what we can accomplish together.”

She murmured, her gaze burning with intensity.

“What other delights do you have in store for me, hmm?”

The Captain’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands instinctively reaching out to grasp Lisa’s waist. He pulled her close, his breath hot against her skin.

“My dear Lisa, I believe we’ve only just began.”

“The night is still young, and I have a feeling you’re just getting started.”

With that, he crushed his lips to hers, the kiss hungry and demanding. Lisa melted into his embrace, her own desire flaring to life once more.

The Captain's eyes gleamed with hunger as he tumbled Lisa onto his lap, his throbbing shaft brushing against her slick folds. Lisa let out a soft gasp, her body trembling with anticipation.

Gripping her hips, the Captain began to tease her, rubbing the tip of his cock along her sensitive pussy lips. Lisa moaned, her own arousal building with each tantalizing stroke.

“Please,”

she whimpered, her voice thick with need.

“I need you inside me. Don't make me wait any longer.”

The Captain chuckled, his grip tightening as he slowly began to guide his shaft into her waiting heat. Lisa cried out, her back arching as she was filled to the brim.

Inch by inch, he sank into her, their bodies joining in a primal dance. Lisa's nails raked down his back, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

The room echoed with the sound of their coupling, a symphony of gasps and moans that only served to fuel their carnal desires. Lisa had never felt so alive, so consumed by the raw, unadulterated lust that coursed through her veins.

As the Captain's pace quickened, Lisa knew she was teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With a final, desperate cry, she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, her inner walls clenching around him as she climaxed hard.

The Captain followed soon after, his release flooding her depths as they rode out the aftershocks together. Spent, they collapsed into a tangled heap, their breathing ragged and their bodies glistening with sweat.

The Captain's eyes widened in shock as he realized what he had done, his seed spilling deep within Lisa's womb. He froze, his body trembling with a mix of fear and guilt.

“Oh god, I... I'm so sorry, Lisa,”

he stammered, his voice laced with panic.

“I didn't mean to... I couldn't control myself.”

But Lisa's expression was not one of anger or disgust. Instead, a wicked grin spread across her face as she gazed down at the Captain, her eyes gleaming with unholy delight.

“Sorry?”

she purred, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Why, whatever do you have to be sorry about?”

Leaning in close, Lisa traced the line of the Captain's jaw, her touch feather-light. Her hips began to rock slowly, grinding against his softening shaft.

“You've given me exactly what I wanted, you know,”

she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

“A little... insurance, if you will.”

The Captain stared at her, his mind reeling with confusion and trepidation. But before he could utter a single word, Lisa silenced him with a searing kiss, her tongue plundering his mouth with wanton abandon.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam.

“Now, my dear Captain, I do believe we have some... unfinished business to attend to.”

The Captain's eyes widened as Lisa's words sank in, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through him. He knew he had crossed a line, but the thought of the consequences only seemed to fuel his growing desire.

Without a word, he surged forward, crushing his lips to Lisa's in a bruising kiss. Their bodies tangled together as they gave in to their primal urges, all thoughts of restraint abandoned.

The night was a blur of tangled limbs, desperate moans, and the slick sounds of their frenzied coupling. The Captain explored every inch of Lisa's body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that threatened to consume them both.

Lisa reveled in his attentions, her hips rolling and grinding as he took her in every position imaginable. She cried out in ecstasy, her nails raking down his back as he pounded into her relentlessly.

By the time they were spent, the room was a mess of discarded clothing and the lingering scent of sex. The Captain lay beside Lisa, his breathing ragged, his mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter, while his spent cock rested inside Lisa’s used pussy. Lisa, on the other hand, wore a satisfied smirk…….

#lisa manoban #lisa smut #blackpink #lisa blackpink

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p-taryn-dactyl · 6 months ago

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l'amour de ma vie

a/n: hi! it's been awhile since i've written for agatha but I though this was a fun idea! kind of an AU? everyone is alive and well, i've taken over. i tried to capture the same feeling of the avenger compound 2012 fanfics bc they have a special place in my heart, but also theres slight 🌶️ in this one than any of the fics i read in 2012

word count: 2.6k

warning(s): science written by someone who barely scrapped by in any type of science class - agatha being agatha - exes to lovers - discussion of a bad breakup - suggestiveness - slight jealous!agatha - top!agatha - slight 'knee thing' - mention of insecurity - slight manipulative!agatha - i love agath's hands, this isn't a warning but a confession -

pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader, r is tony's younger sister

prompt: you thought being the sister of iron man, helping your brother not accidentally kill himself in the lab, was the hardest part of your life. turns out, it's keeping your mind objective when your ex is brought in on a mission

The lab was quiet, save the sound of Dummy bumping into tables while trying to feed you a smoothie made from bananas and motor oil, as you wandered around, your mind going over calculations and equations. Tony had mentioned wanting to create a new suit based off of the absorbent energy of the Black Panther and you, being the good sister you are, decided to try and create a prototype as a surprise. Turns out, it was a lot more complicated than you originally anticipated. While Tony was off on a well-earned vacation with Pepper, you spent your nights on the phone with Shuri as she excitedly discussed how she originally made her brother's suit. You thought it was hard to follow Tony when he went on his ramblings about new scientific breakthroughs. Now, it wasn’t as if you weren’t smart, you had a very high IQ, but sometimes it seemed as if Tony and Shuri just understood everything. As you stared at the white board against the wall, smudged questions and equations blurring together, you heard knocking against the windows of the lab. Turning, you saw Natasha and Yelena waving at you, the blonde holding a box of your favorite donuts. Sighing, you signaled JARVIS to let them in, leaning one hip against a table, arms crossed.

“What happened?” You immediately asked, taking in the slight guilty expressions the sisters wore, super spies your ass. Natasha and Yelena shared a look before the red-head shrugged, plopping down on Tony’s swivel chair.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yelena took a donut out of the box, sitting on the table you were leaning against, legs crossed as she handed the box out to you. Taking a donut, you raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between your two friends.

“Guys come on, these are bad news donuts. You only ever get these if it’s my birthday or something has happened? Did you set the laundry room on fire?” You asked Yelena pointedly, remembering the footage JARVIS had sent you two weeks earlier. She gasped, faux offense painting her face as Natasha snorted.

“You can’t prove that was me,” yes you could, “and fine, yes, we do have news. News that Natasha is just so happy to tell you.”

Natasha glared at her sister before she sighed, looking up at you.

“Strange encountered something on one of his last missions, something that wasn’t sorcery but witchcraft.”

You looked at Natasha, shrugging while slightly shaking your head.

“So? Did he call Wanda? Oh shit, is she hurt?” Worry for your friend clouded your mind before Natasha shook her head, looking away from you as she caught a donut Yelena chucked at her.

“Wanda is powerful, yes, but she doesn’t have the knowledge required to fully take out this threat. He called in someone known for her magical expertise, after all she’s been around a while.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach once you realized who Natasha was talking about.

“No…” You whispered, now fully sitting on the table, eyes glued to the floor as Yelena continued where Natasha left off.

“Apparently, this threat is going to take awhile to understand and Strange has offered her a place at the compound until everything is over. He needs you or Tony to sign off on that and Tony is in Ibiza right now.”

You just nodded wordlessly, not fully understanding what Yelena was saying. The blonde noticed this, placing a hand over yours.

“She’s upstairs with him now.”

Your vision tunneled slightly, panic clawing at your throat. Taking a deep breath, you remembered what your job was.

Protect the people.

Even if that meant dealing with your ex-fiance, Agatha Harkness.

Your relationship with the infamous witch started out like every Hallmark movie Tony forces you to watch. It was a rainy morning when you ran inside a small cafe near the Avengers Tower, ran straight into Agatha herself. From there, everything was a blur. Now, you’ve pushed the memories away into a box in your mind, forbidden to open. But sometimes you find yourself thinking about the happiness that bloomed in your chest every time you were near Agatha, how your heart almost exploded when she proposed, how happy you were to finally use the wedding book you had made and continued to add to since you were six. Then you remember how Agatha, mere weeks after proposing, started growing distant. Any question about her wedding preferences were waved away with a perfectly manicured hand, claiming that she would be fine with whatever. Her response seemed romantic to you at first, thinking she would just be happy to marry you, no matter the color scheme or the flower arrangements. But then it quickly shifted to her not caring at all. Date nights got canceled, cake tasting was done solo, and you shrunk deeper and deeper into your insecurities. She was obsessed with her own power, constantly chasing leads of witches and wizards who could be easy targets. It all came to a head one night, silently. You remember sitting in the dim lighting of your shared apartment, an anniversary gift from Tony, fiddling with your ring. A glass of wine sat on the counter, untouched but tempting. Agatha had promised to come home at three in the afternoon so the two of you could design the wedding invitations, something you thought could bring her back to you.

But she didn’t show.

It was half past nine when you broke, tears pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision as they fell to the floor. You cried silently to yourself as you gathered up the markers and papers you had set out, ripping the designs you had happily scribbled down at sixteen. You left the pieces in the trash, glaring at them for a few moments before you wiped your eyes and took a deep breath. Then promptly burst into tears once more. You wish you had handled the situation with the grace and dignity of a Stark but no. You put all the wedding stuff in a bin, stuffing in it a closet, then you left your ring on the counter. You didn’t know when Agatha would be back, sometimes she was gone for days, but that gave you some sense of peace. If she showed up as you had finally decided to leave, you probably would have fallen for her spell once again. All your things in the apartment you just left, knowing that you hadn’t fully moved in and, not to sound too incredibly privileged, you could just replace everything you left behind. You still had that key to the apartment, probably rusting away in a drawer somewhere. Leaving should have felt like a weight being lifted but all you felt was pain. The week after you left was filled with silence, you spent it curled up in your room at the compound, being forced to watch movies sandwiched between Natasha and Yelena, Tony joining occasionally. Your brother showered you with gifts of candy and books, doing everything in his power to bring a smile back to your face. Eventually, it worked and now, a year later, you thought you had healed.

You were wrong.

The elevator ride up to where Strange and Agatha waited felt like time was being stretched around you. Yelena stood protectively at your side, arms crossed as she glared at the elevator doors, Natasha had wrapped an arm around your waist as you had slightly stumbled from the shock. You felt both protected and exposed as the doors opened, Stephen smiling as he realized it was you, his expression growing concerned as he took in the positions of the two assassins flanking your sides. You didn’t blame him, he didn’t know, but some part of you was angry at the innocent gratefulness that was apparent in his eyes. You felt her eyes before you saw her, they pierced into you before moving down to where Natasha’s arm wrapped around your waist. Swallowing, you nodded at Nat, silently letting her know you were okay. The two sisters moved to sit on the couch across from where Agatha now stood, her eyes never leaving you despite the looks she was receiving. Clapping your hands together, you refused to look at her, instead smiling at Strange as you painted on the familiar Stark charm.

“I heard you needed my signature?” It was more of a statement than a question as you held out your hand for the tablet Strange held. He nodded, relief painting his face as you signed the permission form, allowing JARVIS to assign your ex a room.

“Normally we would stay in Kamar Taj but whatever it is we’re facing seems to target places of high magical energy.”

Yelena scoffed, her eyes still boring into Agatha.

“That sounds familiar.”

Agatha finally looked away from you, her expression almost confused until her face went blank as she raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. Stephen rocked back and forth on his heels for a second once you had finished signing all the forms, obviously thrown off by the awkward atmosphere. He suddenly snapped his fingers as if he had remembered something, giving you an apologetic glance before explaining he had a meeting with Wong starting in a few minutes. Your eyes widened as he turned to Agatha, formally introducing you and explaining you would show her to her new room. At this, Natasha and Yelena shot up, both offering to instead be the guide. Strange looked both confused and scared, opting to just nod as he walked backwards into the portal he had summoned, quickly disappearing.

“Guys, it’s fine. I’ll show Ms. Harkness to her room.”

Your friends looked apprehensive, like they would rather swallow a wasps nest than let you be alone with the witch but thankfully they stood down. You closed your eyes as you turned around, heading back towards the elevator, beckoning for Agatha to follow you.

Time to face the music.

Once the doors to the elevators shut, you focused all your attention onto the screen in your hands, hoping to ignore the way Agatha was staring at you. You heard her sigh before the elevator stopped suddenly. Thinking you were at the right floor, you took a step forward only to be face to face with very closed doors. Confused, you turned to finally face Agatha, finding her eyes slightly glowing purple, same as the emergency stop button. You opened your mouth to ask what was going on when suddenly you were pushed up against the wall, purple magic pinning you down as Agatha stood inches away from you, arms trapping you and one leg in between yours. Her eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment before they snapped up to yours,

“Is this where you’ve been?” You heard a slight tremor in her voice, breaking her illusion of strength. You didn’t respond, your words stuck in your throat as your body reacted to being close to Agatha once more. She didn’t seem to care about your silence, continuing to speak.

“You look very comfortable here, especially with that assassin.” She spoke with a sneer, her hands moving to now cradle your waist, her grip tight as her thumbs slipped under your shirt. You blinked, absorbing her words before you unwillingly let out a small laugh. She tightened her grip, her hips now practically flush with yours.

“Natasha is just a friend, I’m not-” You cleared your throat, stopping yourself from justifying your personal life with the person who had torn apart your heart. Agatha leaned in close, her nose brushing against your jaw as she kissed your neck softly, causing you to gasp.

“Not what?” She prodded, her breath hot against your skin as her tongue traced up your neck before she lightly bit your ear.

“Agatha…” you sighed, your hands now resting on her shoulders, as if you were debating whether or not to push her away or pull her closer. Her teeth bit hard into your neck before she kissed over the spot, her knee now pressing up against your core.

“Answer me, Y/N.”

This was exactly why you didn’t wait for her to come back to the apartment that night, you crumbled too quickly under her hands.

“I’m not with anyone, especially not Natasha, she’s like a sister to me.”

Agatha nodded slightly before she leaned her forehead against yours, one of her hands fiddling with the elastic of your sweatpants.

“Have you been with anyone since you left me?”

Her words were accusing yet tinged with slight fear, worried about your answer. You hesitated before you shook your head, embarrassed at how pathetic you had been after you ended the relationship. Sure, people offered and you tried a few times but always chickened out before anything could ever happen.

No one was like Agatha.

Your ex smiled, lightly bumping her nose against yours. You felt your own lips quirk slightly before you realized the position you were in. She was here for a mission, not to fuck you against the walls of an elevator.

“Agatha-”

Before you could finish speaking, Agatha's lips crashed against yours, immediately establishing her dominance. The kiss was deep, her tongue battling yours before she pulled away, her teeth pulling at your bottom lip. Her hands left your waits, instead now cradling your face. She smirked at your expression, your eyes glassy and your mouth hanging slightly open. Her thumb rubbed your cheek as her other hand brushed a hair out of your eyes. You allowed yourself to bask in the peace of the moment, reminiscing about the time when Agatha sent butterflies ablaze in your stomach. It was quickly ruined, however, by Agatha’s next question which hit you like a bucket of ice water.

“Why’d you leave me? No note, no explanations, just your ring on the counter and cancellations of our wedding vendors. I thought you loved me, Y/N.” Her last words were almost a whisper, like she hadn’t fully meant to say them outloud. You felt the sharp pin pricks of tears, hurriedly blinking them away, averting your eyes from Agatha. You shook your head, a dry, humorless laugh escaping from your lips.

“Agatha, what’s done is done, we don’t need to-”

Her hand grasped your chin, forcing you to look at her, to take in the icy fury that was ablaze in her eyes.

“No.” Her voice was firm, commanding, as you both examined each other’s expressions. “No, I need to know what I did.”

You didn’t know why, but those words opened the floodgates, both of your tears and your words.

“It’s what you didn’t do Agatha! You were never there, you didn’t give one shit about our wedding, about planning our life together. Power is your true love, Agatha, and I’ll be damned if I’m just a rebound,” You took a shaky breath, blinking away the tears that were blurring your vision and falling down your face, “You were bored of me, Agatha, I understand that now but by god, you could of just told me instead of stringing me along and single handedly crushing my dreams!”

Agatha looked shocked, the anger disappearing from her eyes, now replaced with something akin to despair.

“Is that really what you thought? Still think?”

You bit your lip as you nodded, heart about to explode in your chest at how intense this day had become. Agatha shook her head, leaning so her head now rested on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. It was silent for a moment before you felt the atmosphere shift, Agatha’s hands making their way into your pants, her experienced fingers rubbing your clothed clit as she whispered into your ear.

“I guess I have to prove you wrong.”

a/n: plz don't hate me i wrote this in two hours and i have to get up early tomorrow or else this fic would be wayyy longer and would probably banish me to self isolation bc i think im ovulating. is that tmi? who cares. ik this wasn't the best but thank you for reading! im sleep deprived

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x stark!reader #agatha harkness x you

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saintlucretia · 1 year ago

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Devil Wears A Suit

part Ⅰ

Pairings: Outpost!Michael Langdon x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mention of murder. Hot devil's son. Sexual harassment? Michael Langdon.

Summary: Y/N is a purple at Outpost 3 and gets interviewed by Mr. Langdon.

A/N: I will go to hell for this and I am not opposing if he will be there too.

After 18 months at the underground Outpost life was as dreadful as being killed by a bomb explosion. Or worse. A bunch of snobs and shallow cowards. It was clear as day, that it was just a matter of time before everyone was at each other's throats.

It wasn’t the Outpost itself or the fact that we are the last human beings on this planet that made everything so depressing. It was boredom. A hole in my head. The only bearable person here was Mr. Gallant. Without his company at the dining table, I could have stuck a fork into my neck.

That evening Ms. Venable announced to us about a visitor. The agent of the Cooperative. Even though she remained calm as usual I sensed a note of fear in her voice. So it means this new man has great authority. I was grateful for any kind of entertainment, even if it meant a bloody revolution. After 18 months with the same people, fresh meat is always dainty.

Ms. Venable ended her speech when a tall man with long blond hair entered the room. He had a dark aura. The aura of power.

“My name is Langdon and I represent The Cooperative,” he said, circling our table. “Humanity is on the brink of failure.”

I glanced at the other residents of the Outpost. They all looked tense and nervous, especially Ms. Venable. She seemed almost afraid of him. Only Mr. Gallant seemed as amused as me. We glanced at each other and I immediately understood what was on his mind. After all, he had a good taste in men.

“My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” His speech was persuasive, words sharp and his blue eyes pierced into all of us. Such an ability to capture everyone's attention was making me delighted.

He stopped at the head of the table and continued. “The three other compounds have been overrun and destroyed.”

“What happened to the people inside?” asked Timothy worried.

“Massacred,” answered Langdon and I think I caught the shadow of a grin on his face.

I bit my lip to stop myself from chuckling. I had to admit, this Langdon was a very attractive man. And Mr. Gallant was obviously admiring his appearance too. But there was something about The Cooperative representative that made me feel uneasy. It was as if he was hiding something. Something very bad.

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe… The Sanctuary,” he said, placing his hands behind his back. “I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us. The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique we like to call ‘Cooperating’. Simply, I will determine if you belong.”

I remained silent, analyzing the situation. Everyone seemed wary and looked at others with distrust. Only Coco didn’t have enough brains to remain silent and tried to openly express her dissatisfaction. Fortunately, her tirade was abruptly suppressed.

“I volunteer to go first.” Mr. Gallant raised his hand.

“And so you shall,” Langdon said threateningly, looking us over. He had a cold, calculating look in his eyes. I had a feeling that he already knew who he was going to select.

“The process should only take me a couple of days, so you won’t be kept in suspense forever. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.” I felt his gaze on me and barely restrained myself from looking away.

Langdon left the room and everyone immediately started to argue. A bunch of morons, all of them. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair, observing the conversation. Everyone began to share their suspicions and guesses, but of course, they were all too wrapped up in their own fear to notice the whole thing. The Cooperative looked at us as laboratory rats and no one seemed to see that. Pathetic.

I let out a sigh of annoyance and left the room.

✦✦✦

I ran into Malcolm in the hallway an hour later and looked at him questioningly.

“Oh, darling, I almost had a heart attack." He came closer and started whispering "I'm a bit scared of him. He is definitely hot as hell, but twice as evil."

I chuckled. "Well, that's quite a review. Did he tell you anything new?"

Mr. Gallant leaned even closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. "He asked me a lot of personal questions...I mean really personal."

I raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

“Like my sexuality for example. And my nana. And other… things. Pretty intimate. I felt so uncomfortable, but I tried to keep it cool.”

My eyebrows furrowed in interest. So these "Cooperating" sessions were, indeed, quite unique. It seemed like Langdon wanted to know every minuscule detail about each person. I began to wonder what kind of "personal" questions he would ask me. I also began to wonder why I was so looking forward to the moment.

“I felt like he was trying to rip out my soul.” Added Malcolm in a whisper.

I smirked. "Well, that's quite a dramatic way to describe it." Malcolm chuckled nervously but I had a feeling that he wasn't exaggerating. Langdon was certainly not the type of man that you could fool easily. He could see right through people.

But something was intriguing. I felt a strange thrill at the idea of uncovering the depth of Langdon's scrutiny.

"I guess I'll have to brace myself for my turn then," I said nonchalantly.

“Good luck sweetheart.” We kissed each other on the cheek and went in different directions.

I slowly walked to my quarters, lost in thought. I was feeling an inexplicable mixture of excitement and curiosity. The thought of being examined by Langdon, being exposed under the watchful gaze of his sharp eyes, was somehow appealing. God, I have to stop.

I shook my head firmly, trying to dismiss these thoughts. "This is ridiculous," I mumbled to myself softly.

Suddenly I heard something. Something like a scream perhaps. I stopped and looked around. There was no one except me in this dimly lit hall. And then this sound again. More like a whisper now. Millions of whispers. My head began to spin slightly. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. Silence. Everything went quiet. I turned around and flinched as I saw Langdon behind me.

“Mrs. Y/S, I’d like to talk with you next.”

I looked up at Langdon with a surprised expression, silently cursing myself for being so lost in my thoughts to the point of not noticing him coming closer. His presence was so powerful that it still made my heart flutter even now.

"Lead the way," I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

Langdon didn't bother answering, simply gesturing for me to follow him. I walked behind him through the maze of halls and rooms.

We finally reached the entrance to what appeared to be his cabinet. Langdon stepped aside, allowing me to enter first. Entering the room, I noticed how dark and ominous it felt. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with old leather-bound volumes. The main source of light was a fireplace.

Langdon gestured for me to sit down on the armchair across from him. I lowered myself gently, straightening my purple dress.

He studied me, wanted me to be nervous, wanted me to crack. I knew this game. I have played this game with many different powerful men, who think they are Gods because they have dicks. I never lose in a game like this.

His eyes searched my face, trying to find any sign of weakness. But I held his gaze firmly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated.

I leaned back in my seat, a small smirk on my lips. "I see you're expecting me to be quivering in my boots," I said with a hint of sarcasm.

Langdon chuckled darkly. "Is that so?" he asked, leaning slightly forward.

A silence fell between us, and I held his gaze without flinching. Something about his demeanor made my heart beat a little faster, but I was determined not to show it.

“I prefer conversations to be effective, Mr. Langdon.”

Langdon raised an eyebrow at my remark, a smirk forming his lips. He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest. "Straight to the point, are we?"

He studied me for a moment, his eyes still locked onto mine.

"Well, I can appreciate a straightforward woman," he said, his voice surprisingly smooth. "It makes the process much more efficient."

He paused for a moment, his gaze never faltering. "Ms. Y/S," he began, my name rolling off his tongue like a sinful whisper. "Allow me to ask you a personal question."

“Ask,” I replied.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His eyes were laser-focused on me, and I could practically feel his gaze trying to pierce through my soul.

"What do you fear the most?" he asked, his tone almost gentle.

I was caught off guard by the question and made a mistake. Langdon noticed the slight flicker of surprise in my eyes. He chuckled softly. "That's what I thought," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "You may have mastered the art of bravado, but everyone has a weakness," he continued. "And I'm here to find yours."

I watched him back and after crossing my legs answered "I fear being surrounded by idiots for the rest of my life." I needled.

Langdon raised an eyebrow, visibly amused. "Well, you certainly have a way with words, don't you?", he said, his lips curling into a smirk.

He leaned back in his seat, studying me closely. "Being trapped in a group of lesser minds for eternity may be torturous, especially for a woman of your... intelligence."

“For a man of your power, it’s a pity that you use flattery as a term of manipulation,” I said, tilting my head in a mocking manner.

Langdon chuckled, clearly enjoying the challenge. "Ah, so observant," he said, still maintaining his smirk.

He leaned slightly forward, his gaze never leaving mine. "I'm not just using flattery, Ms. Y/S. I do recognize your intellect. But don't mistake my compliments for manipulation. I simply use the tools at my disposal."

“Huh.”

Langdon chuckled again, clearly appreciating my dry response. "You have a sharp tongue," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “It may be your unique feature or a pathetic attempt to hide your fear.”

I could feel a flicker of irritation at his words, but I forced myself to remain impassive. Langdon was trying to get a reaction out of me, and I was determined not to give him the satisfaction.

"Perhaps it's a little bit of both," I replied, my voice cool and steady. "Or perhaps you're simply not used to people who don't cower easily in front of someone higher in rank."

He stood up from his seat and started circling me slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the room. “Be careful, Ms. Y/S. Your bold attitude is admirable, but at some point, this can play a cruel joke on you.” His gaze burned into me as he studied me from every possible angle.

“I appreciate the warning,” I said coldly. “I don't fear intimidation tactics.”

“You are a brave woman.” Langdon's voice was suddenly close behind me, his breath lingering on the nape of my neck. A small shiver ran down my spine, and I had to suppress the urge to turn around and look at him.

“A little too brave, some would say.” he continued, his words almost a whisper. “Tell me, Ms. Y/S, is it hard to be the smartest in the room? To be forced to communicate with idiots?”

There was a hint of mockery in his tone that made me nauseous. But I still refused to let him see any sign of weakness. I sat up straighter in my chair, lifting my chin.

“It can be... annoying at times,” I admitted.

“It is irritating how arrogant the upper class is, isn’t it? Especially toward women.” I felt the touch of his fingers on my arm and I barely restrained myself from snatching my hand away. “The world before the bombs wasn’t that much brighter than this one, was it? They all mistreated you, and never took you seriously… Does the idea of them having everything infuriate you?”

His words hit a nerve, the subtle truth in them cutting through my defenses. Yes, the world before the bombings was far from perfect, and I had my fair share of disappointments.

But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing that he had managed to hit a weak spot. I turned my head slightly, meeting his gaze. “And what makes you think you're any different from them?”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing along my skin, tracing patterns against the fabric of my dress. His nonchalant arrogance was both infuriating and strangely enthralling.

“Oh, I never claimed to be any different," he responded, his voice low and husky. “But I will say this - I appreciate intelligence, especially in women. I can see your potential.”

“Potential,” I repeated, struggling to keep my tone even. “For what, exactly?”

Langdon ignored my question. His hands, now both on my arms, crawled up to my shoulders. “Have you ever thought about punishing them? About finally showing what you are capable of, so they would never think you are only ‘pretty face’ again?” His breath tickled my ear. “Have you ever thought about making them scared of you?”

His hands on my shoulders were deceptively gentle, yet they seemed to burn against my skin through the fabric of my dress. His breath was warm against my ear as he whispered his words, making my breath hitch in my throat.

I felt a strange mixture of anger and... excitement at his words. The thought had crossed my mind more than once if I was being honest with myself. To show them ALL how strong and brilliant I truly was. To shuffle a knife into someone’s throat. I remained silent.

“I sense this force in you, Y/N.”

His voice seemed to fill the space between us, wrapping around me like a dark, intimate spell. He leaned closer, his chest almost pressed against my back. His hands remained on my shoulders, his fingers gently massaging my tense muscles.

There was something about his voice, the way he said my name, that sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if he could see right through me, past the cool exterior I had been trying to maintain. He knew about the anger, the desire, the fire burning within me.

“I can tell you have a dark side,” he murmured, his voice deep and low.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yes, you do.” His hands continue to stroke my shoulders gently. He was amused by my denial.

“You don't have to play coy with me, Ms. Y/N," he said, his voice velvety smooth. “I can feel it radiating off of you. That simmering anger, that burning desire."

Langdon leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against my ear. “You want... power. And I can promise you that.”

His words were a seductive murmur, weaving their way into my mind and planting thoughts of power and revenge. It was as if he knew exactly what buttons to push, what desires to awaken within me.

"Power," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was swimming, both alarmed and intrigued by his proposal. I felt like I was hypnotized. "Why… What’s the point?"

Langdon chuckled softly, noticing the effect his words were having on me. He stepped away from me, his hands finally leaving my shoulders. He walked around the chair, standing in front of me again.

"Because, my dear," he began, "I've observed your potential. Your intelligence, your resourcefulness, your strength. You're not like the other people in this house. You have ambition. And ambition can lead to power."

He tilted up my chin gently, so I could meet his gaze. "And I can help you achieve it." His thumb traced my jawline, sending a shiver down my spine.

When his finger brushed against my bottom lip I grabbed his hand, stopping him. He smirked and leaned closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.

“Something wrong, Ms. Y/S?” he asked, his tone laced with mockery. “Did my touch... unsettle you?”

With a swift, almost graceful movement, Langdon sank to his knees in front of me. His hand found its way to my knee, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of my dress.

“I think the interview is over,” I said, trying to stand up, but he pressed on my knee, not letting me get up.

“I will decide if it’s over or not, Ms. Y/S,” Langdon smirked at my silence, slowly running his hand higher up my thigh. He could clearly see the effect he was having on me, the slight tremble in my body.

“What?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “No witty comeback? No clever quip? Seems like you're losing your grip.”

"Losing my grip?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hardly. I am just amused by your behavior." Even a blind person would see my bluff and feign confidence.

“Oh? Really?” He stood up a bit, leaning closer to my face, almost whispering in my mouth. His proximity was intoxicating, his breath hot against my lips. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, the desire coursing through my veins like a current. He slowly brushed his lips against mine and I felt a touch of his tongue on my bottom lip.

It felt like drugs. It felt better than drugs. His tongue teasingly tracing along my bottom lip sent a shiver down my spine, making my legs tremble beneath me. It was overwhelming. I have never felt like this before. In that very second I could do anything for this man.

Suddenly he stopped and looked me right into my eyes, smirking satisfiedly almost like he read a thought that just got in my mind.

He stood up, turning away from me and I bit my tongue not to moan in disappointment.

“We’re done for today, Ms. Y/S. It was a pleasure talking to you,” He said, opening the door for me. Smirk remained on his face, but Langdon seemed very calm. As if he didn’t just kneel and almost kiss me two minutes ago.

I needed a few seconds to understand what had happened, so I blinked and then quickly stood up walking toward the door.

“Hope you have a good night, Ms. Y/S,” he said watching me and I can swear, as he was saying that, his hand slid to cover his groin and he definitely wanted me to notice that.

“Good night, Mr. Langdon,” I mumbled and left the room.

What the fuck has just happened?

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The Scarlet Storm : Hydra Reborn

Chapter Six

Wanda Maximoff x Fem GiP Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Y/N was relieved to hear about the death of Dreykov. The man who orchestrated the three of them being separated.

"When will we know if she isn't a danger?" Nat asked Bruce who just gave her a sad look.

"There isn't really a way to know." He told her.

"Come on. There has to be a way Bruce." Nat pleaded with him.

"What if you try the whistle thing again." Wanda suggested as she stepped beside her.

"Yeah. You did it on the battlefield and she froze. Like she was remembering something. Having a flashback, maybe." Maria stated as Wanda agreed.

"Ok then, let's go and you can do that Nat. If she does it or shows any sign of emotion, maybe we can let her wander around the compound with limited access." Steve said as Bruce got a bracelet out.

"Tony made this. Just in case." He told them as they all nodded.

"Well it would be easier for her to move around with her wrists not handcuffed together." Nat said as they all walked down to the cells. All of them stood in front of the cell. Everyone waited in silence until Nat whistled. Watching as Y/N whistled back to her. The same tune that she had taught them years ago.

"Natasha?" Y/N spoke as she turned around.

"Do you remember?" Wanda questioned as Nat was stunned.

"I remember Ohio. Melina and Alexei. Natasha and Yelena. All of the nights we used to sing to her when she was frightened." Y/N said as she stood up. Turning around to face her.

"How do we know it isn't a ploy?" Bucky questioned as everyone just stood there.

"Do you have any intentions to hurt any of us?" Steve asked Y/N.

"Why should I?" Y/N asked him. "I have never met any of you in my life. Besides Bucky and Natasha."

"Let's get her out." Steve said as he inputted the code to open the cell. Y/N sighed in relief when Steve also removed the cuffs. "This is just a precaution." Steve said as he put the bracelet on her wrist.

"I understand. You need to know you can trust me." Y/N said as she looked around them all. Then her eyes remained locked on Bucky.

Bucky was sat in the cell beside Y/N. Y/N had just been brought back from her punishment.

"Y/N?" Bucky called out through the vent between their cells. "Are you ok?" All he heard was a groan. Y/N was a play thing because of her condition. Bucky sighed knowing how beaten up she would be. "We're going to get out of here. Together forever little sister. I promise." He told her. Coming up with a plan to get them both out of Hydra's clutches.

Before anyone calculated Y/N's next moves. She had already tackled Bucky to the ground. Punching him repeatedly.

"You promised me!! You said together forever!!" Y/N cried as she continued. "You left me there to die. I wish I had died!!" She cried out in anger. Wanda used her powers to stop Y/N's movements. Removing her from Bucky. "Release me Wanda." Y/N asked her. Her eyes now on the witch.

"No." Wanda said assertively. "Not until you calm down." She stated, tilting her head.

"I had no choice Y/N." Bucky said as he sat up. "They moved you before I was sent out on that last mission. They told me that you had been transferred to another base because your talents were needed to train another with abilities like your own." Bucky stood up. "I tried to look for you but I couldn't find you. I TRIED!!!" He yelled with tears of his own, taking a deep breath. "I uh I searched every base. Everywhere and I couldn't find you. I thought you were dead. I mourned you. I cried for my sister in arms. I'm so sorry I failed you."

Everyone watched as both Y/N and Bucky shared a heart to heart. Y/N diving into Bucky's arms as the two cried. Nat decided to leave the room. A look of distaste on her face, Steve following her.

"Are you ok?" He asked her as she pulled her phone out.

"I have to tell Yelena, Melina and Alexei the news." She spoke bitterly.

"What's really going on Nat?" Steve asked her.

"That was supposed to be our reunion. Not theirs. We are blood sisters. The same DNA runs in our veins." Nat told him. Steve smiled at her sadly before he spoke.

"Y/N and Bucky were in Hydra together. I remember when I lost Bucky in the war. I never thought I would ever see him again. We grew up together. He protected me when I couldn't protect myself." Steve started before pointing back towards the cells. "And that in there shows me that even after his mind went in the blender over and over and over again. He was still Bucky. Just no memories of the family he left behind." He wrapped his arms around her. "She is only just remembering her childhood. The one she shared with you and Yelena. Not the one Hydra made her believe was to be true. So just give her time. Your Y/N will be back for sure." All Nat could do was nod her head. Just allowing Steve to comfort her as she allowed her emotions to get the better of her. Something that she very rarely done in front of anyone.

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Never Enough | B.Barnes

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, comfort idk

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The mission had been textbook so far, each Avenger playing their part with precision and skill. You moved through the chaos with a focused intensity, your grey-hued powers crackling around your hands as you deflected incoming attacks and shielded your teammates. The battlefield was a blur of noise and movement, but you were in the zone, you always were every action calculated to protect those around you, no one would ever get hurt because of you again.

Sam was high in the sky, engaged in an aerial battle with a group of enemy drones, when you spotted something he didn’t, a sniper, hidden on a distant rooftop, aimed directly at him “Sam!” You yelled through the comms, when all you heard was static you muttered to yourself “shit shit shit”

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the glint of the scope, without a second thought, you threw herself into action, your powers surging as you manipulated the grey energy to redirect the bullet.

The energy crackled and hissed as it wrapped around the speeding projectile, altering its course just enough to avoid a fatal shot, but in the process, you lost control for a split second, and the bullet grazed your ear, tearing through flesh before embedding harmlessly in a nearby wall.

You stumbled slightly from the impact, your hand instinctively reaching up to the side of your head, when you pulled it away, your fingers were slick with blood. The warm liquid began to trickle down your face, but you pushed the pain aside, focusing on the relief that Sam was still in the sky, unharmed.

The mission wrapped up quickly after that, the team neutralising the last of their enemies. As they regrouped, Bucky’s sharp eyes zeroed in on you, and his stomach dropped when he saw the blood staining the side of your face.

“Doll?!” he called out, rushing over to you. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he tilted your chin to get a better look at the wound “You’re bleeding.”

You winced slightly at his touch but managed a small, reassuring smile “It’s just a graze, Bucky, I’m fine”

“Fine?” he repeated, his voice tinged with panic “You’re bleeding all over the place” his hands touching you all over, eyes racking your body to make sure it was the only one.

You gently pulled his hand away from you, giving him a firm look, still holding his hand in yours squeezing it “It’s fine, really. Sam’s okay, and that’s what matters”

As if on cue, Sam landed beside them, his wings retracting as he touched down. He noticed the blood immediately, his eyes widening in shock. “Y/N, what the hell happened?”

You waved it off as if it were nothing, because it was nothing “Just a little sniper action, I saw the shot coming your way and redirected it, no big deal” You shrugged

Sam’s expression softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder “Thank you, I didn’t even see it coming… you saved my life”

You could feel his eyes peering into the side of your head, as if he was trying to see into your head and what you were actually thinking and what you were actually feeling. Before Bucky could protest further, the rest of the team gathered around, assessing the situation.

Natasha gave Y/N a once-over, her eyes lingering on the blood before nodding approvingly “Nice work out there.”

“Yeah, way to keep Sam in one piece,” Clint added with a grin.

You smiled, though the adrenaline was starting to wear off, and the pain was becoming harder to ignore. Bucky noticed the way your smile faltered, but before he could press you to get checked out, Tony’s voice came over the comms, the ones that were finally working.

“Alright, team, let’s pack it up and head back to the Compound. Dinner’s on me tonight.”

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as they headed to the jet. You knew Bucky was worried, but you couldn’t let him fuss over you right now. The wound was minor, and all that mattered was that all of you were heading home, all of them, your family…. alive.

The flight back to the Compound was uneventful, the team settling into a comfortable silence as they let the exhaustion of the mission sink in. You sat beside Bucky, leaning your head against the cool window, ignoring the throbbing on the side of your head. You could feel Bucky’s concerned gaze on you, but you kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep to avoid another confrontation.

When they landed, the team made their way to the common area, still buzzing with post-mission energy. Tony had ordered dinner, and they all gathered around the large table, digging into the food that was quickly delivered. The atmosphere was light, everyone enjoying the rare moment of relaxation.

As they ate, Tony cleared his throat, drawing the group’s attention “Before we all dig into dessert, I’ve got something to say.”

The room quieted as everyone looked at him expectantly.

“I was going over the mission logs today,” Tony continued, a playful smirk on his face. “And it turns out that our very own Y/N here has officially been on more missions than anyone else on the team this year.”

You blinked in surprise, your fork pausing mid-air. The rest of the team looked at you with varying degrees of shock and admiration.

“Wait, seriously?” Bruce asked, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Y/N joined after most of us,” Natasha added, her tone impressed.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of pride and concern flickering in his gaze. He knew how driven you were, but hearing that you had been on the most missions—despite the risks you took—made his heart clench. It made someone chun inside of him, he felt uneasy and nauseous. He knew you had baggage, dark shadows lurking behind you, almost everyone on the team did but this felt different.

You shifted uncomfortably under the attention, forcing a smile as you shrugged, trying to brush off the unwanted attention “Just trying to keep up with the rest of you.”

Tony raised his glass in a mock toast. “Well, here’s to Y/N—the MVP of the team. Just try not to hog all the action next year.”

Everyone chuckled, raising their glasses in her honour. You smiled, but your mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the day and the worried look in Bucky’s eyes.

As the night wore on, you found yourself standing on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin. You needed a moment alone to process everything—the wound, the mission, and the weight of Tony’s announcement.

As the night wore on, you found yourself standing on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin. You needed a moment alone to process everything-the wound, the mission, and the weight of Tony's announcement.

But you weren't alone for long. Bucky found you, as he always did, quietly joining you, his presence a comforting warmth in the darkness.

"Sweetheart," he began, his voice low as he reached for you, brushing the hair off your face. His fingers lingered near the now bandaged wound. "You've got to stop doing this to yourself."

You didn't turn to face him, your gaze fixed on the stars above. "I'm fine, Buck... really."

He stepped closer, his hand gently resting on your arm, his grip firm but tender, trying to keep his frustration in check. "I'm not just talking about today, you're pushing yourself too hard…you're getting hurt too often. I know this seems minor to you, but... you're everything to me, doll, I can't-" He cut himself off, swallowing hard.

You finally turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his, the weight of his words settling in your chest. "I have to, Bucky. I can't stop, not when there's so much at stake”

He sighed, his expression tight with frustration, pain clouding his usually soft gaze."You don't have to do it all alone, we're a team. You've got us-you've got me…you always have me”

For a moment, you just stood there, the unspoken tension between you heavy in the air. You wanted to argue, to tell him that you needed to keep going, to keep saving lives. But the concern in his eyes, the desperation in his voice, made it harder to deny that maybe, just maybe, you were running yourself into the ground.

"I know you're trying to help," you said softly, your voice trembling as you searched for the right words. "But I don't know how to stop... I don't know how to just... be."

Bucky's face softened, and he pulled you closer, his arms

wrapping around you as if he could shield you from everything. "You don't have to have it all figured out right now. We'll take it slow, okay? You don't have to do this”

But even as you stood there in his embrace, a part of you resisted. You couldn't shake the feeling that slowing down, letting go, meant giving up some part of yourself. And that terrified you.

You pulled away from him, your heart pounding in your chest as a sudden wave of frustration surged inside you. "You don't get it, Bucky," you said, your voice rising despite your best efforts to keep it steady. "If I stop-if I take a break-then what am I even here for? All I have is the next mission, the next chance to save someone else."

Bucky's brow furrowed, his hands hovering near you, unsure whether to reach for you again. "That's not true…you're here because you matter, because we matter. You're not just some weapon to be used over and over”

You shook your head, stepping back as the anger and pain you'd been suppressing for so long started to spill over. "I can't just stop, okay? You don't understand what it's like, knowing that no matter what I do, it'll never be enough to erase what happened." He had his own demons, you knew that, he knew that. You knew he knew what it felt like, that no matter how much good you did, you could never erase the past.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky asked, his voice quiet, pleading "Enough for what?"

"My family," you snapped, the words tearing out of you like a wound being ripped open. "I killed them, Bucky. I was supposed to protect them, and I didn't. I couldn't." Your voice broke, and you took in a shaky breath, tears burning in your eyes. "No matter how many lives I save, it won't bring them back. It won't make up for what I did."

The silence that followed was deafening. Bucky stared at you, his expression stricken, as if he could feel the weight of your pain pressing down on him too. His voice, when he spoke, was raw and filled with emotion. "You were a kid... You couldn't control it. How could you blame yourself for that?"

"Because who else is there to blame?" you cried, your voice cracking with the intensity of your grief. "I'm the one who's supposed to have control. I'm the one with these powers, and I couldn't – didn't save them….and now, I have to keep going because if I don't... if I stop..."

"If you stop, what?" Bucky's voice was sharp now, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You think you'll suddenly fall apart? You think it'll undo everything you've done, everything you've fought for?"

You wiped at your eyes angrily, turning away from him. "Maybe….Maybe I deserve to fall apart. Maybe I should."

"Stop," he said, stepping forward, his voice firm, a thread of anger creeping into it. "You're punishing yourself, and it's not helping anyone, least of all you."

You spun back around, the heat of your emotions pushing you beyond the point of caring. "And what if I am? What if this is the only way I know how to keep going?"

Bucky's face hardened, the pain in his eyes replaced with something colder, something distant. "You're going to kill yourself if you keep this up and I can't stand by and watch you do that!”

"Then don't!" you yelled, your chest heaving as the words tumbled out before you could stop them. "If it's so hard for you, then just leave, Bucky! I'm used to being alone."

His silence was like a slap in the face. For a moment, you thought he might actually walk away, that you had finally pushed him too far.

But when he spoke, his voice was quiet, devastated. "You really think l'd leave you? After everything?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of your own words sinking in, but the anger and the pain wouldn't let you stop. "Maybe you should…maybe it would be easier for both of us."

Bucky stared at you for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes shining with hurt. "If that's what you want."

You felt the sting of your own words twisting in your chest, regret pooling in your stomach. But it was too late now. The damage was done, you couldn't take it back.

Without another word, Bucky turned and walked away, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, each one echoing like a hammer in your chest.

And when the door finally closed behind him, the quiet that followed was suffocating. The stars above you blurred as the tears finally fell, but this time, there was no one there to hold you together.

You were alone. Just like you always feared you would be.

After the door closed behind him, you stood frozen, your breath caught in your throat. The silence was heavy, thick with the weight of words you couldn’t take back. The pain in Bucky’s eyes haunted you, replaying in your mind like a broken record.

You leaned against the balcony railing, gripping it so tightly your knuckles turned white. The cold wind stung against the cut on your ear, but the physical pain was a dull ache compared to the emotional wreckage inside of you.

“I did it again,” you whispered to yourself, your voice shaky, broken. “I pushed him away.”

You thought back to the mission, to the moment you’d saved Sam without thinking of yourself. That was who you were, wasn’t it? Someone who always threw themselves in harm’s way, someone who believed their life was a bargaining chip to protect others. But with Bucky…it was different. He didn’t need saving. He needed you to let him in, and you couldn’t.

The stars blurred as more tears filled your eyes. All you could see was the look of betrayal on Bucky’s face as he turned to leave.

Maybe you were too far gone. Maybe the weight of your past, of your guilt, was too much for anyone to carry, even Bucky. He’d seen the worst of you, and now, maybe he’d finally had enough.

You choked back a sob, the hollow emptiness in your chest growing, threatening to swallow you whole. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you fought to hold yourself together, but it was no use. The cracks were already showing.

And in the quiet of the night, with nothing but the stars and your own racing thoughts, you wondered if you’d pushed the one person who could understand you too far. If you’d finally driven him away for good.

The door didn’t open again.

You were alone. Truly, completely alone. And the worst part was, it felt like you deserved it. Because you did.

You stayed there, staring at the night sky as if the stars could offer answers, but all they did was remind you of how small and insignificant everything felt. The wind howled through the silence, and your body shook—whether from the cold or from the emotions tearing you apart, you weren’t sure.

Suddenly, the door creaked open again, and for a moment, your heart leapt, thinking Bucky had come back. But when you heard the familiar sound of soft footsteps, you realised it was someone else.

“You okay?” Natasha’s voice was quiet, cautious.

You didn’t turn around, wiping at your eyes quickly to hide the tears “Yeah… just needed some air.”

Natasha came to stand beside you, leaning her elbows on the railing, her sharp eyes scanning your face even though you refused to meet them. “You know, you’re a terrible liar”

You huffed a humourless laugh, the sound bitter in your throat. “Guess I am”

Natasha sighed softly, leaning in closer. “I heard what happened… between you and Bucky, i didn't mean to eavesdrop ”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening at the mention of his name “Yeah, well, it’s my fault. I pushed him away, that’s what I do.”

Natasha tilted her head, her gaze softer than usual. “You think pushing people away makes you stronger, but it’s only making you more vulnerable”

You stared at the ground, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if I’m too broken to fix? What if I ruin everything I touch?”

Natasha straightened, her expression turning serious. “You’re not broken, Y/N. You’re hurting but there’s a difference.”

You shook your head, your fingers tightening around the railing “You didn’t see the look on his face when I practically told him to leave….and he did.”

Natasha crossed her arms, her voice sharp but not unkind. “Bucky’s not the type to give up easily, especially when it comes to you, he loves you so much…He’ll come back, but you have to let him in. You can’t keep shutting him out, or one day… he might not come back”

You finally looked at her, your eyes brimming with unshed tears “What if it’s too late?”

Natasha shook her head. “It’s not too late..not unless you let it be”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to break down again. “I don’t know how to stop, Nat. I don’t know how to stop blaming myself.”

Natasha placed a hand on your arm, her grip firm, grounding you. “You have to forgive yourself, you weren’t responsible for what happened to your family and you’re not responsible for everything that goes wrong in the world, You’ve done more than enough.”

You felt the weight of her words, but they seemed so far away from what you felt in your chest. “I don’t know if I can.”

Natasha’s eyes softened again. “Then let us help you, let Bucky help you..that’s what he wants and its what you need”

You looked away, your voice small and fragile. “I’m afraid I’ll lose him, I’m afraid I’ll lose all of you.”

Natasha squeezed your arm gently. “You won’t, but if you keep pushing us away, you’re only going to lose yourself”

For a long moment, you stood in silence, her words sinking in. The night air felt a little colder, but her presence grounded you, reminded you that you weren’t alone—even if it felt that way.

Finally, you nodded, barely a whisper escaping your lips. “I don’t know how to fix this, Nat.”

Natasha gave you a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to fix everything, Y/N. Sometimes, you just have to let people be there for you”

You stood there for a moment longer, Natasha’s words hanging in the air like a lifeline. She was right. You didn’t have to fix everything alone, and Bucky—he wouldn’t give up on you that easily.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to her. “Thanks, Nat… I think I need to talk to him”

Natasha gave you a knowing smile, her eyes softening. “Go…He’s probably waiting for you.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you made your way inside. The hallways of the Compound were quiet, the hum of the place barely a whisper against the tension knotting in your stomach. You weren’t sure where he had gone, but you knew Bucky—he would seek solitude, someplace quiet to think.

Heading toward the common area, you peeked around the corners until you found him sitting on the couch, his back turned to you. His posture was tense, shoulders hunched forward as he stared blankly at the wall. The sight of him like that—silent and still—made your chest ache. You hated seeing him hurt, especially when it was your words that had caused it.

You took a tentative step forward, clearing your throat softly. “Bucky?”

His shoulders tensed at the sound of your voice, but he didn’t turn around. For a moment, you feared he might stay silent, that you had pushed him too far. But then, he sighed, his voice low and filled with emotion “What do you want, Y/N?”

Your heart clenched, and you took a deep breath before stepping closer. “I… I just wanted to apologise for what I said earlier”

Bucky’s head tilted slightly, but he still didn’t turn around “You told me to leave, so I did.”

You winced at the pain in his voice, the weight of your own words crashing over you again “I didn’t mean it, Buck…I was just… scared. Of losing you, of everything”

There was a long pause, the silence stretching between you like a chasm you were desperate to cross. Finally, Bucky spoke, his voice quiet but laced with vulnerability. “I know you’re scared, but so am I.”

You blinked in surprise, stepping even closer now, your hand reaching out hesitant to touch his shoulder “You’re scared?”

He finally turned to face you, his blue eyes soft and filled with a raw emotion that made your breath hitch. “Of course I am, every time I see you throw yourself into danger like that, I’m terrified I’m going to lose you. You keep pushing yourself too hard, Y/N, and it’s killing me. You mean everything to me.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the intensity of his gaze making it impossible to look away. “Bucky… I’m sorry. I didn’t realise how much I was hurting you.”

He stood up then, towering over you but not in an intimidating way. His presence was warm, comforting, and despite everything, you felt safe with him. He reached out slowly, brushing his fingers against your cheek as if testing the waters “I just want you to be okay, doll…that’s all I’ve ever wanted, you’re all i ever want”

You leaned into his touch, your eyes searching his, the sincerity of his words making your heart ache. “I don’t want to push you away. I just… I’ve been running for so long, I didn’t know how to stop.”

Bucky’s thumb gently traced along your cheek, his touch soft and reassuring “Then stop running, sweetheart. Let me be there for you”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you reached up to place your hand over his. “I don’t want to be alone, not anymore.”

Bucky’s face softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you like a protective shield. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, the steady beat of his heart grounding you.

“You’ll never be alone,” he murmured into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Not as long as I’m here”

You squeezed him tighter, feeling the weight of your fears slowly melt away in his embrace. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you didn’t have to carry everything on your own.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up, his eyes filled with so much warmth it made your heart flutter. “Anytime, doll. You’re stuck with me now.”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped you, the tension between you both easing as his lips curled into a playful smile. “Good, I think I like being stuck with you.”

Bucky chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally, your lips. It was soft and gentle, like he was afraid of breaking the moment, but it sent warmth flooding through your body.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his voice a soft whisper. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart soared at his words, and you smiled up at him, finally allowing yourself to let go of all the fear and doubt. “I love you too, Bucky…. More than you’ll ever know.”

Bucky’s eyes shone with affection, and he kissed you again, this time deeper, more passionate. The world around you faded away, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

In his arms, you weren’t broken, you weren’t alone. You were whole. And that was more than enough.

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How fast is Yoriichi Tsugikuni? || Calculating his minimum speed

Yoriichi Tsugikuni is regarded as the most powerful character in Demon Slayer, with him being able to rival and overpower the demon king himself, Muzan Kibutsuji. He is renowned for his exceptional speed and agility; however, the true extent of his speed remains uncertain due to the lack of comparable benchmarks.

Therefore, today I will make an effort to clarify some of the confusion by applying some of my knowledge to estimate the average speed of this character. From here, you are free to interpret and use this information as you see fit.

NOTE: SIGNIFICANT FIGURES UPTO 3 DIGITS AFTER THE DECIMAL POINT

⚠ SPOILER WARNING ⚠

⨳ Muzan's Explosion: Detonation or Deflagration?

To begin, let us examine this image. If we want to determine Yoriichi's speed, then we obviously have to know the relative speed of some other body that we can compare it with. In this case, we will consider Muzan's explosion. [Not using NLM or COLM as it doesn't consider the huge amount of force being exerted]

In an explosion, an internal impulse (force per unit time) acts in order to propel the parts of a given mass into many fragments in different directions. After the explosion, the individual parts of the system have momentum. Obviously, if a body has momentum, it would mean it has a velocity as well, as momentum (p) ∝ v.

Explosions can be further classified into detonations and delafegations:

[Defragrations: Energy released is in the form of heat like in a flash fire. It requires fuel an external oxidizing agent, rely on the external pressure and are considerably more stable.] [Detonations: Energy is released in the form of high pressure (force). Does not require a fuel and doesn't depend on the external pressure, and involves chemicaly unstable molecules, which instantaneously split that recombine into different products.]

[Defragrations VS Detonations] You can refer to this link for more information. However, to keep this post concise, I will outline a straightforward distinction between the two

⇒ Muzan's explosion is more likely that of a Detonation, rather than a deflagration.

⨳ Muzan's Detonating Speed:

Detonation velocity depends on a number of factors, such as density, it's state, charge diameter and temperature. For solids and liquids, these velocities usually range from 4000 m/s-10300 m/s. Muzan's density is likely similar to that of a human, around 1000 kg/m³ or 1g/cm³. .. Let's compare this density to that of regular explosives:

link here

Although, we can see the closest explosives to Muzan's density are 1.___ ones. However, we can also see even then these velocities aren't propotional to their ascending order of densities, but it does give us some insight.

Though, we cannot determine his charge diameter and temperature [although his flesh appears very red]. Plus, there also seems to be one compound in the given table [ansu] which only has a detonation velocity of a mere 3400m/s. So.. it is very difficult to make assumptions here. So to remain neutral, we will just use the lowest speed value, ie 4000 m/s.

⇒ Hence, we can safely conclude, that muzan likely detonates with the minimum speed of 4000m/s.

⨳ Yoriichi's Attack Range and the Time Needed For Him to Cut All the Peices of Muzan

To evaluate Yoriichi's speed, we will first calculate the total time it would take for him to react and effectively cut all of Muzan's pieces [excluding the 300 pieces, which we will discuss later] before he has the chance to escape.

So for that, first, we need to determine Yoriichi's attack range by measuring his arm length. Instead of making an estimation using measurements of an average male arm, I decided to accurately measure this out myself:

We know Yoriichi is approximately 6.3 feet tall, which is about 2.6 times the length of his arms. Based on this, we can conclude his arm to be around 73.07 cm. (190/2.6) + sword length (we'll take the average of 65 cm)

ie = 1.381 m So, the maximum time needed for him to cut down muzan would be: ∴ 1.381 ÷ 4000

⇒ ~0.000345 seconds

⨳ Distance Covered By Yoriichi:

[I think if you know a bit about physics, you might see where I'm headed.] We know that speed = distance/time. We have already determined the time, and now we need to find the distance to calculate the speed. How can we do that? We can begin by figuring out the total distance Yoriichi's arms cover while swinging the sword:

To do this, let's refer to the image above. If we examine it closely, we can see that Yoriichi creates arcs with his sword, forming almost a complete circle

Please excuse my silly drawing, but this is my idea of the sword arc. I imagine it as two-thirds of a circle instead of a semi-circle.

To find the arc length, we will use 2πr × 2/3 Radius: Yoriichi's arms and sword ∴ 2 × 22/7 × 1.381 × 2/3

= 5.786 m is the length of each slash

⨳ How Many Slashes Did Yoriichi Make?

To finalise, we will check how many slashes he made to cut muzan. Clearly, he wasn't making just one slash for each cut, as that would be very impractical. So, let's see how much work he is doing here:

Once again, in the image above, we can see that he cuts multiple pieces of Muzan with each slash. On average, let's say he cuts about 2.5 pieces per slash. The picture shows him cutting 4 pieces with one slash and only 1 with another, with one piece just hovering, so the average:

(4 + 1) ÷ 2 = 2.5.

Now, he also mentions that he cut around 1500 pieces of Muzan, so we can divide to find the total number of slashes he made. That is:

1500 ÷ 2.5

⇒ ie; He made 600 slashes during that time.

⨳ Yoriichi's Average Striking Speed

Finally, for the moment we all have been waiting for. The speed by which Yoriichi is moving his arms would be:

n(number of slashes)×distance covered by Yoriichi/max. time frame = (600×5.786)/0.000345

~10,062,608.696 m/s

For Comparison: this is about 29,337 times faster than sound. ▪︎Have you guys ever played fruit ninja before? If you have, just picture Yoriichi taking on that game in real life; Number of slashes/frequency [1/T]= striking speed/ distance covered (gonna take 1/3 of the circumference of his slashes) Ie n= 10,062,608.696 ÷ (1/3 × 2 × 3.141 × 5.786) ∴ Slashes per second= ~ 831,361 So, if you were to toss about 8 hundred and 31 thousand fruits into the air, Yoriichi would be able to slice through them all in just one second! Meanwhile, I’m here taking like two entire minutes to chop an apple.

⨳ Yoriichi's Average Running Speed

So we have found out Yoriichi's striking speed; however, that doesn't tell us anything about how fast he can run. Since we're already looking into Yoriichi's speed, why not find out about his running speed as well?

"In an average person, the legs are able to push roughly four times as much weight as the arms can pull. What's more, the legs have an even better advantage when it comes to endurance."

Although there is no relationship between strength and speed, let us just try finding it ourselves.

Fleg-mg= ma (force exerted to lift your leg. Could have used the work formula, but then I realised that you're probably not doing any work when it's your own body. The same could be said for the force, however. Though this is an idealised situation and it really doesn't matter because:) ∴ Fleg∝a a∝v Let force required to push your arm be be f⁰ & leg be f Since f⁰ and f = 1:4 => f⁰/f=v⁰/v = v⁰/v= 1:4

This would mean the legs must also be 4 times faster than the arms.

Ie: 10,062,608.696 m/s ×4

= 40,250,434.784 m/s

For comparison: The speed of light, 299,792,458 m/s is only about 7× faster than Yoriichi's running speed. ▪︎If Yoriichi were to complete a journey around the entire Earth, traversing its full circumference, the time required for this would be: Earth's circumference: 40,075,000 meters Calculation: 40,075,000 ÷ 40,250,434.784 = 0.996 seconds [Wow.. now that's fast o-o] So imagine, if you ever find yourself missing a flight and in desperate need to get somewhere, all you have to do is call Yoriichi. He’ll have you zooming off faster than you can say “I missed my flight"!

poor muzan..

-> The distance between two countries [say, Japan to brazil] would be about 17,371 km (pretty sure it's not the road distance, so lets just just imagine Yoriichi can run on water) Time=d/s = 17371000/40,250,434.784 ...0.4 seconds to reach there.

▪︎But instead of a circumference; what about him covering the entire surface area of the earth? [not the area, but the entire outer surface, covering eacg and every path possible. Just visualize unfolding the entire earth into a flat ground.] So: 4πr² [csa/tsa] =4×3.141×6,371,000× 6,371,000 =509,805,890,960,000 m So the time: 509,805,890,960,000/40,250,434.784 12,665,848.050 seconds Which is about 3,518 hours Which is about 4 months I know now this looks kind of slow, but trust me- this is extremely fast. This pace equates to covering the entire circumference of the Earth approximately 29,348,102 times.. (29 million times)

⨳ Final Thoughts:

A/N: I tried my best to keep this entire post simple and concise as possible. For some reason though, I still feel like it might be more technical than I intended. I’m not sure this post will get much attention because of that. It doesnt matter though, I really enjoyed putting all of this together. I truly hope it proves helpful to someone out there who might find this interesting.

And to anyone who made it till here, I thank you wholeheartedly!! You’re amazing for sticking with all this. And if you think that I may have made any mistakes, then feel free to correct me!

Sources:

Leg Strength as a Limiting Factor, climbstrong Detonation velocity, wikipedia Table of explosive detonation velocities

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marvelskies1969 · 2 months ago

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Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, sexual assault, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 1]

(Chapter 22)

Unconventional Training

The training grounds were nearly empty at this hour, save for the distant echo of shouted commands and the rhythmic stomp of boots on the far end of camp. The early morning light crept slowly over the compound, gilding everything in gold. A sharp breeze rustled the trees beyond the perimeter, tugged at uniforms, and bit against sweat-slicked skin.

Y/N’s muscles burned.

She stood, chest heaving, every limb aching. The ground beneath her boots felt like it was shifting, tilting, daring her to collapse. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t. Not while Peggy Carter was watching.

“Again,” Peggy said flatly, her arms crossed over her chest.

Y/N ground her teeth, forcing a breath through her nose. Her hands trembled slightly as she reset her stance. Her hair clung to her face with sweat, blood from a split lip drying at the corner of her mouth. She was a mess—but she wasn’t done.

“I said again,” Peggy repeated, and this time she moved first.

The strike was quick—calculated and punishing—but Y/N ducked, her body screaming in protest as she twisted to avoid the hit. Not quick enough. Peggy caught her arm and spun her, flipping her hard onto the mat.

The breath rushed out of Y/N in a sharp gasp as her back hit the ground. Pain flared up her spine, but she gritted her teeth, rolled to her knees, and pushed up.

Peggy stepped back. “You’re too slow.”

“I—”

“You hesitate,” Peggy snapped. “And out there? Hesitation gets you killed.”

“I know that,” Y/N barked, her voice raw, her vision swimming.

“Then act like it.”

Not far from the ring, Bucky stood watching, arms braced on the fence, gloved hands clenched around the wire. The way his jaw tensed, the crease between his brows—anyone who knew him could see it wasn’t just concern.

It was pride. Fierce, unshakable pride.

Steve stood beside him, arms folded, squinting into the rising sun. “She’s taking a beating, but damn, she’s getting stronger.”

Bucky didn’t take his eyes off her. “She’s not just getting stronger,” he said. “She’s learning. Fast.”

Steve arched a brow. “Since when do you pay this much attention to her training?”

Bucky’s jaw worked as he searched for a non-revealing answer. “She reminds me of... someone.”

“Let me guess,” Steve said, grinning. “You?”

Bucky smirked but said nothing. If only he knew.

Back in the ring, Y/N launched forward again—this time faster, tighter in her movement. Her fist connected with Peggy’s shoulder, a sharp thud echoing through the field.

Bucky’s heart swelled. “There it is.”

Steve glanced over. “What?”

“Nothing,” Bucky said quickly. “She just—she’s got fight in her. I like that.”

But it was more than that. The way she stood up after every fall. The stubborn tilt of her chin, the light in her eyes when she refused to quit. Bucky had fought alongside the best—the toughest. And still, watching her, something in his chest burned brighter than it ever had before.

Then something changed.

A pulse of energy shimmered in the air—small at first, subtle—but then it bloomed around her like fire caught in a slow wind. A soft blue glow haloed her form, rising from her skin, trailing the air like dust in sunlight.

Steve blinked. “Is that her—?”

“She’s doing it,” Bucky said, awe in his voice. “She’s really doing it.”

Y/N didn’t even flinch. Her stance settled, and she moved with sudden, incredible clarity. Her eyes locked on Peggy’s, not in fear—but with purpose.

Every move after that was different.

Fluid. Sharp. Like she was dancing to music only she could hear. Bucky watched, heart in his throat, as she dodged Peggy’s strikes before they were even fully formed. It was like she’d stepped into the fight five seconds ahead of everyone else.

The glow around her shimmered with every movement—alive, reactive, powerful.

“Damn,” Steve murmured. “She’s fast. Too fast.”

“She’s not fast,” Bucky said quietly, his voice full of something heavier. “She’s becoming.”

He couldn’t help it—his chest swelled. He’d never seen anything so beautiful and terrifying all at once. That energy that had once frightened her, once caused destruction and fear... now flowed through her with grace. Controlled. Intentional.

She was brilliant. And she was his.

He felt like yelling her name, cheering, crossing the line and just running to her. But he stayed still. He had to stay still. For now.

Then the moment slipped.

Y/N faltered—just slightly—but it was enough. The glow sputtered. Her rhythm broke. And Peggy, ever sharp, seized the chance.

In one swift motion, she swept Y/N’s legs out from under her.

Y/N hit the mat hard. The sound was sharp, final. Dust kicked up around her.

Silence stretched.

Peggy exhaled, stepping back. “Well,” she said, voice unreadable. “That was new.”

Y/N blinked, dazed, her chest still heaving as her gaze unfocused for a moment toward the sky.

Then—Peggy’s hand appeared.

Y/N took it, let herself be pulled to her feet. Her legs wobbled, but she stood.

She stood.

And for a second, Peggy just looked at her. Then nodded, barely perceptible.

“Again,” she said.

Y/N didn’t argue. She swallowed the pain, nodded once, and stepped back into her stance.

Back into the fire.

Steve watched her for a moment, then clapped Bucky lightly on the shoulder. “She’s something else.”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, voice low, chest full of pride that he couldn’t quite hide. “She really is.”

But Steve had already turned away, heading back toward the barracks.

Bucky stayed. Just a second longer. His eyes followed Y/N as she squared her shoulders and faced Peggy once more, the lingering glow beneath her skin barely visible now, like embers waiting to rise again.

“You’re incredible, doll,” he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “You’ve got no idea.”

And God, he wanted to tell her. To walk straight into that ring, take her hand, pull her close and say it out loud.

But for now, he just watched her with pride burning through his veins—and worry biting at the edges.

Because she was rising. Fast.

And he didn’t know what the world would do when it realized what she was becoming.

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