#still a deadly widow only now on the right side

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Kate: Did you ever think your life as a hired assassin would come to an end because you tossed a girl off a building?

Yelena: (with a coy grin) Not until we made eye contact… then that's precisely how I thought it'd go.

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Metal Arms and Short Skirts | Bucky Barnes. [1]

summary: waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. while Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.

word count: 5.6k author note: this started as a small, very self indulgent short story that i had no plans of finishing nor posting but here i am. this is also a sort of mini story while write a much longer/ complex story. i hope to have this finished by the end of jan. my inbox is open for prompts to write as small drabbles! enjoy!

outfit reference (because it kinda important, but you can change it if you'd like; this is just for visuals) outfit one and outfit two

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A soft knock at the door echoed and Bucky’s eyes sprung open, making himself aware of his surroundings as he began rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes with his flesh hand. His gaze pans to the small clock, ‘6:00 am’, it read. 

“Buck? You up?” Bucky’s head snapped toward the familiar voice. He called out a quick, muffled response while slipping on some pants. Bucky knotted his eyebrows as he crept towards the door, drowsiness still lingering. A small scowl decorated Bucky’s face, the knock catching him off-guard. Today was a scheduled free for Bucky.

Bucky opened the door to be met with Steve's face, “what is it?” Bucky asked.

“I told you last night, we gotta get to the lab and fix your arm.” Steve replied, eyes glancing at the bent and crushed panels on his forearm. Sparring was fun until Steve throws his shield a little too fast and Bucky is just a little too late to catch or dodge. “And this is the only time today that Tony is free to fix it, so put a shirt on, and let's go.”

Bucky grumbled under his breath at the orders, he wasn't one to sleep in or mess around with his strict schedule but it had been a rough week. A mission went wrong, and a trip to the med wing. Bucky wanted to be just a little self-indulgent and maybe have a late start by choice. He turned and grabbed a black, sleeveless shirt from his closet. Sleeveless made the process a lot easier and he prayed to any god that Tony wasn't going to be a pain in the ass this morning. 

“Ready?” Steve spoke up as Bucky emerged from his room, a quick pat on the shoulder as he nodded in response. 

The two boys walked side by side towards the med wing, this was the 3rd visit to the lab this week, and it was only Thursday. Bucky decided then and there that were a couple of too many times for his liking. He hoped this went by fast. On the way they both ran into a certain black widow, Steve nearly tripped over Natasha as she walked out of the training room. 

“Hey boys, where you headed too?” she spoke as she began to walk with them down the hall, a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead. 

“Last night's match got a little too fast and I accidentally jammed the shield in Buck's arm, headed to Tony to get it fixed real quick,” Steve spoke, Natasha eyed the smashed vibranium.

Natasha's eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Tony’s in DC right now?”

“Huh?”

“Flew out last night, had some emergency meeting. Said it was no big deal.”

Bucky scoffed under his breath. “Well I'm sure someone is there to fill in or Tony would have sent me a message,” Steve said, hopeful as always.

Bucky wasn't sure if he was happier or more annoyed at the fact Tony wouldn't be working on his arm. Pro; it's not tony. Con; it's a stranger– unless Bruce pulls a medical engineering Ph.D. out of his ass, which in full honestly would not surprise anyone too much. 

An elevator ride and too many hallways later, the trio walked toward the lab, no one looked to be inside from the outside, and Bucky peered through the windows. He thought how bad it would be to turn around and go back to bed now, but Steve made everyone walk in– ‘just to check.

It was quiet for a moment, besides the subtle sound of whirring machines. Soon the large lab door slides open, “I'm so sorry I'm late! I'm filling in for Tony, he had a meeting.”

you walked through the door with a large iPad and a couple of books in hand, you set them down on a bench with a loud thud. Natasha said your name surprised, calling your attention to her.

“I didn’t know you were working at the compound, did Tony just transfer you?” she spoke, Bucky and Steve didn’t recognize you but Natasha seemed to be familiar.

You smiled brightly at Natasha, “yes. Tony wants me here permanently instead of California to give Helen a break from traveling here from Korea every time someone gets a bullet wound; which seemed to happen too often. ” you spoke confidently, “I think Tony just wants me closer to him.”

Natasha chuckled softly and rolled her eyes, “oh, I'm sure. I think you are the only one besides Pepper that can make him slow down.”

“Tony? Slow down?” Steve perked up, joking along.

“Yeah because I'm the only one he trusts with his oh-so-precious work,” you spoke sarcastically before turning towards Steve and Bucky, holding your hand out to greet the two super-soldiers. Introducing yourself, Steve spoke your name back to you, and you smiled.

“It's nice to meet you, and don't worry about being late– we just got here.” Steve shook your hand firmly before you turned to Bucky.

You brought your hand up to shake his hand while your eyes widened and filled with curiosity once you saw his left arm, you attempted to hide it, but Bucky noticed it quickly. He shook your hand. “It's nice to finally meet you and work on– I mean with you Mr. Barnes” you stumbled over your words.

“Call me Bucky, please.” Bucky replied, his hand falling back to his side. 

Bucky wore a confused look after he noticed your attire, questioning if you truly were the engineer slash doctor to work on his arm in Tony Starks place. Your hair was done up, you had a tiny, baby-blue shirt on, made out of bunched-up tulle fabric, it was off the shoulder with the sheer tulle fabric puffing up on your sleeves. 

Your skirt was matching and incredibly short and tight, despite the shortness, a small slit was on up your thigh. Bucky’s eyes fell all the way down to the floor, white boots that wrapped tightly around your calves and stopped around your knee. Not missing the huge, chunky heel that definitely gave you a few inches.

Muffled small talk between you and Natasha started as Bucky took a seat next to Steve, you moved confidently around the lab as if you owned it, pulling the specific tools and materials to start working. Bucky watch you curiously and thought despite your utter confidence and bliss, you looked out of place in the lab.

Your outfit felt so out of place; colorful, fun, and playful against the lab scenery. Bucky imagined seeing you on the new york city streets, walking around with a young and trendy outfit, a model-like strut like you owned the city. The usual sight of scientists here had a boring, toned-down outfit, usually under a lab coat. You sported none of that.

“In full transparency Bucky, since you joined the team I've been asking Tony for a while to work with you, I have many ideas for your arm.” He snapped out of his trance once you addressed him, head turned towards Bucky as you ran your hands under the sink. “I hope you're comfortable with that.”

Bucky just shrugged in response, you laughed lightly at his response. “Well then, can you sit over here for me?” you pointed to a lowered workbench in the center of the room, and Bucky plopped down on it next to your books. Natasha took his place next to Steve across from bucky

Natasha spoke up, “Stark get you your own lab yet? I know how you are about your space.”

Your warm laughter filled Bucky’s ears again, he found himself enjoying the sound ringing in his head. “Tony said as long as I get along with everyone and stop blowing things up I could stay– though I think he has no room to speak.” you joked.

“I have no doubts though, he seemed pretty adamant about making me the head of the lab and medical wing here?”

“Impressing everyone as always I see,” Natasha spoke warmly, you scrunched your face up slightly, smiling shyly at the compliment. 

You caught Bucky off guard for a moment once you asked for permission to grab his lower forearm, already one point better than Tony as he usually would just grab it harshly and get to work. “I try my best.”

“It seems you’ve been working with Tony for while, how come I've never seen you around?” Steve asked, he leaned forward with his elbows propped against his knees. Curious eyes placed on you, Bucky knew that look.

A concentrated gaze took over your face, and your tongue stuck out a little on the side as you worked slowly to get the crushed plates out of Bucky’s arm. Bucky took note of your almost perfect nails, they were long and glossy with a baby blue color and gems. Matching your outfit. 

“Well, Tony definitely put me to work so I haven't had much time to catch up with the avengers. I know Natasha when she was “Tony's assistant.’” you snort, throwing your hands up around the assistant. Natasha smirked.

Steve was impressed– to say the least, humming in response. “Tony has taken a liking to me and always finds jobs for me so I’m constantly traveling and working. I've been pretty busy the past few years so it would make sense to have missed you.”

“Oh, and you have like a million Ph.D.’s” Natasha added.

“Only five.”

Natasha throws her hands up dramatically, blowing raspberries in a mocking manner. “only.”

“A very impressive resume.” Steve teased, Bucky couldn’t help but be impressed as well, especially with being so young. He was also impressed at the delicacy of which you worked, your hands were so steady and Bucky could barely notice you working. More points ahead of Stark.

“All that and I don't think I’ve ever seen you in a bad outfit.” Natasha teased, her eyes traveling up your outfit. “Or hair.”

A shy smile grew on your face, “as long as it doesn’t affect my work, the short skirts stay on.” you winked playfully towards Natasha as she rolled her eyes at the gesture. 

“I’m just glad you finally are settling down in one lab, I missed seeing you around.” Natasha smiled fondly at you. “Found a place to stay yet?”

“Yes! I found a nice apartment close by, Tony wanted to give me a room here but I declined,” you said. Natasha put on an overexaggerated frown.

All the crushed panels were gone and the hardware inside was almost put back in place. Natasha and Steve were both in their own bubble, chatting away about some old mission. Bucky sat staring at you and your hands as you worked. His eyes shamefully traveled towards your thighs, your skirt was traveling up and a little bit and more of the skin on your thighs could be seen.

His head snapped away and towards the two avengers when Natasha's phone went off. apparently, Agent Hill needed the two so after a quick goodbye from Steve and a teased, exaggerated wink from Natasha, the two were gone and Bucky was left alone with you. Bucky tried to keep his eyes averted from your thighs or exposed stomach from your cropped top, but the growing redness on his face said otherwise.

“I really do hope to work with you in the future, make some better use of this arm, yeah?” you spoke up, beginning to replace the old panels with new ones, putting them together like puzzle pieces. 

“My arm’s perfectly fine.” Bucky mumbled.

You nodded slowly, “yes, it is. But, it can be improved. I can add some new tech, you know? Make it stronger, more flexible, add some cybernetic defenses or maybe some built-in sensory rays, and build something in like Natasha bracelets, that deliver some powerful electric discharge.”

Bucky listens to you ramble on about his cyborg arm, your face lit up as you talked about all the possibilities. Your hands are still steady at work on the vibranium. “Is all that really necessary?”

“I think it is, considering fighting is your job. But, if you don't think so, I won’t anything, it’s just an idea.” your eyes are still laser-focused on his arm, not looking at you. Bucky’s eyes glanced back down to your thigh. “And extra tech would make your arm so much cooler.”

Bucky scoffed, “this thing is not cool.”

Your eyes finally left his arm and you looked up at Bucky through your lashes, “I think it’s pretty cool” you smiled slightly at him before going back at his arm.

Cool? he doesn't think anyone's ever called his arm cool. Bucky's eyes left you and he looked forward, defocusing and staring off into space. “Anything you want to be changed or added?”

A few snarky responses came to mind but they fell short on Bucky’s tongue. Bucky wasn’t going to respond and let the silence answer for him, but his eyes flashed toward the blood-red color on his shoulders. 

“Maybe get rid of the star.” Bucky sighed, he said it like it was a sacred confession. Shame laced in his tone. Like no matter how hard he tried to redeem himself, or erase his mind of Hydra– the star painted on his shoulder would never let him rid of it all. Like a branding.

You smiled fondly at him from across the lab, with no disgust or fear. An unusual sight recently with every other agent recoiling from his presence by just living. “Yeah, I can do that. Do you like black? I can do black, oh! Or gold, that'd be cool.”

Bucky could only watch in awe as you contiuned to mumble random colors under your breath, fascinated by the fact you could be anything other than afraid of the machine of an arm. Your wheeled chair scooted closer and Bucky could feel like puffy tule fabric against his leg, his eyes averted sideway, towards your body again. Your skirt was making him nervous, how did you wear outfits like this to work every day? 

You had started to notice Bucky’s eyes ghosting over your outfit mid-conversation with Steve, brushing it off then so you wouldn't embarrass the man in front of his peers. But it was starting to bother you now, did your outfit look bad? Was something out of place? 

“Something wrong with my outfit, Mr. Barnes?” 

“Bucky.” he corrected, his eye darted toward you, a red flush growing on his face now that you noticed his lingering eyes. He was a fool for thinking you wouldn't notice. “Your skirt scares me.”

Your hands stopped working, being taken aback by Bucky’s response. You look up at him confused, a sort of dumbfounded look on your face. “I’m sorry?”

“I mean this with no disrespect, but it's just very short…” his sentence trails up, leaving it at that in hopes of not offending you or writing himself off as a creep. His face was flushed with red so he wasn’t sure how convincing it was, “not that I was- uh, looking at you like that”

‘Well,” your eyes fell back on the metal panel, screw in hand. “I might call you a gentleman for caring about my decently.” you teased, Bucky let out a small sigh knowing you didn’t take his concerns the wrong way.

“But don't worry, sergeant. I’m wearing safety shorts under,” you smirked, getting up from your  seat and swiftly pulling your skirt down. “All done! Do your little arm thing.’

Bucky was caught off guard. Eyebrows furrowed in your direction, “how do you know about that?”

“Like I haven't mentioned enough, I’m very familiar with your work. I've seen videos of you fighting, you do that thing where you like spin in to stretch it out.” you laughed, backing up and attempting a half-assed version of imitating him and spinning your arm in a small circle. Bucky stifled back an amused laugh at the sight, pushing back the thought of thinking you looked quite cute doing it. 

Bucky shook his head, cocking it slightly to the right. And did the arm thing. Watching your face as he did it. Weirdly enough, you smiled with amusement at the sight. ‘“Yeah, that thing!” 

“You are very interesting, has anyone told you that?”

“Yes and I’m choosing to take it as a compliment. Now I have to clean up here and get some other things done, you're free to go Mr. Barnes.” you put away the tools and discharged the old metal plates to be melted down for other uses later. 

“Bucky.” he repeated. 

Turning to him with books and iPad in your arms. “Yes, sorry. Bucky.” you smiled at him and walked past him towards the doorway, you practically strutted out of the lab. Calling back at him before leaving. 

“It was wonderful meeting you!” and you were gone with no room to respond. 

Bucky stood slightly dumbfounded and a little… impressed? In the middle of the lab before seeing the text from steve to meet him in the training room, a groan escaped his mouth hoping he could have one off day. 

What made everything worse is that he had to endure a few too many direct hits from Steve and Sam during their sparing session. Bucky'smind had been somewhere else for the past few hours, puzzled since usually a good training sesh would help him tap out of everything. But his mind seemed plagued with you.

 The way you spoke about his arm like it was the most amazing thing ever like it hadn’t been the cause of so many deaths. Your complete and utter confidence in your every move and sound. Your outfit, your skirt, and the way it kept riding up your thighs. 

Bucky needed a nap.

******

The commons room was close to silent, weirdly silent. it was midday and Bucky sat on a chair, close to a window with his head down into a book. Sam sat close to Steve at the bar, with small and soft chatter. Wanda and Clint were lazily sprawled across the couch, some movie or sitcom playing silently, yet still creating the most noise in the room. The occasional hearty laugh comes from Steve or Sam as they converse competing with the television. 

A few chapters later of Bucky’s book the soft sound of a familiar heels clicking entered the quiet common room. His eyes attempted to stay on the pages but curiosity got the best of him and Bucky raised his head slowly to look at you, you were standing close right next to Sam and Steve talking about something. Steve had that big goofy smile on his face and Sam was shaking your hand, Bucky assumed this was the first time Sam has met you. 

Your outfit was more mellow than his last interaction with you. A white high-neck tank top hugged your body and another very short black denim skirt that had pleads in it. Over all of that was crocheted black sweater, it hug low and off your shoulder. It looked so thin and the loops so big, bucky pondered on why you were even wearing it. Sam laughed loudly and Bucky wondered what was so funny.

A gasp came from Wanda and her eyes widened in your direction. “Oh my god! Your boots are so adorable!” everyone's head turned to the redhead as she got up from the couch frantically to get a closer look at your knee-high, skin-tight boots. “Are those the steve madden boots? I've heard they're a pain to get on?”

You laughed and Bucky got whiplash, he forgot how nice it sounded. Rolling onto your heels as you looked down at your boots, looking back up at Wanda with a soft smile. “Yeah, they are” Clint's head was now perked up and everyone in the room now had their eyes on you. You didn’t falter under their gazes. “And yes, squeezing my claves into these should count as a physical exercise.”

“I've been trying to find some forever, they've been sold out everywhere,” Wanda said. “They look amazing on you!”

A large smile grew on your face and Bucky swears he saw a sliver of shiny metal shine above your top set of teeth, as it’s said curiosity kills the cat and he was already up from his chair to investigate. Quiet footsteps brought him close beside Steve. 

“What’s up, cyborg.” Sam greeted him and Bucky shrugged back a mumbled nothing. Wanda was still gushing about your outfit and Bucky was trying not to look like a total creep staring at your face to see what was in your mouth. 

“Party going on here or something? Without me too, I’m offended.” Clint joined the circle around the bar. Your head perked in his direction. 

A few loud steps toward Clint as your finger swiped at your iPad. “Mr. Barton, I have some new arrow designs for you! I got pretty impressive ones courtesy of Dr. pym.” as you spoke to Clint, you were much closer to Bucky now, maybe he was staring too hard. He watched your lips move, noticing the metal ring sat above your top row teeth, resembling something of a bull ring. Bucky's eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

“Pym? Isn't he the one that made the suit for that dude that can shrink and get big?” Sam spoke up. You stifled a laugh, shaking your head.

“Your talking about Scott Lang right? Dr. Pym likes to call him Ant-man.” you corrected Sam swiftly. “I worked with Dr. Pym briefly years ago, he owes me a few favors so now Clint gets some cool arrows.” 

“Hell yeah!” Clint said.

“Alright I have to head to the lab soon, I got some new tech for you too Sam so I expect both you and Clint to meet me there tomorrow to play around with it” you pointed your index finger toward sam with a coy grin on your face. 

Sam's eyebrow perked up, “i thought you were a doctor? Like Helen?” he asked with his arms crossed across his chest.

“For your information, I have a very impressive engineering resume. Tony wouldn’t like me so much if I just treated bullet wounds.” grin was still apparent on your face as you spoke. Your sheer confidence intimidated Bucky, whether he’d admit that to himself or not. 

“I have to head out now, it was a pleasure meeting you guys.”

Everyone except Bucky said a short goodbye as your clicking heels faded into the distance slowly. Wanda practically skipped back to the couch to watch her sitcom. Bucky must have been staring too hard because he earned a harsh nudge to his side from Sam. “Dude, you got a bad staring problem.” 

“What?” his eyebrows still furrowed, the creases around his forehead accentuated more. 

“Bucky, you were staring at her lips the moment you walked over here,” Steve added, eyebrows raises and a teased look across his face. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“She had– like something…” Bucky trailed off, motioning his index finger toward his mouth, trying to find the words to describe whatever was in your mouth. “It looked like a ring or something.”

“It's a smiley piercing.”

Bucky winched, “why would it be there though?”

A quick laugh came from Sam as he playfylly slapped his shoulder. “Man, you really are old.”

An offended look grew on Bucky’s face but before he could protest against Sam or send a snarky comment back, Clint spoke up. “Maybe he's just saying that to cover up for thinking she's cute.” Clint teased Bucky, a shit-eating grin across his face. 

“Whatever,” Bucky spoke, deciding his time of relaxing was over and he needed to hit the gym before dinner. 

But before he could leave the room a quick yell from Clint could be heard, “the robots not denying it!” 

Bucky didn’t say anything to entertain that comment. Continuing his way to the gym, followed by a grunt and a quick roll of his eyes. He totally is not thinking of you or your outfits.

*****

It was early morning and the smell of buttermilk pancakes filled bucky’s nostrils, reminding him slightly of when his Ma would cook for him and Steve after a sleepover. But instead, it was Sam making the pancakes, swaying ever so slightly on his feet as he hums to some song. Steve sat next to him with a newspaper in hand. Natasha joined their breakfast a little late, having just come back from a mission. 

Sam handed him a plate of food and it didn’t take long for him to finish it and put the empty plate back in the sink to be cleaned later. Steve piped up, “anyone wants to join me on my run this morning? Sam?”

Sam turned the stove off and put away the dirty mixing bowl, “Nah man, I gotta head outside soon and test out that new tech with Clint”

Natasha's head perked up in interest, asking Sam if he was meeting you. A quick nod and hum in agreement.

“She refuses to tell me what she did to my wings, said it has to be a surprise.” he grinned. Bucky has started to notice the way you’re becoming a prominent member of this ‘team’, with your name seemly popping up in every conversation somehow. 

Everyone was growing to like you more and more. Bucky could understand why that is but so much about you was so unknown, curiosity filled his mind whenever he thought about you. That is, he totally doesn't spend his off time thinking of you.

“I’m more than positive that girl is going to have ahold of the entire team’s tech by the end of the month,” Natasha spoke. “She’s beyond impressive in her element.” 

Bucky thought of a stupid idea for a moment, not being able to hold himself back. “Can I come with?” Bucky asked Sam.

Everyone's head perked towards the brunette, the looks across everyone’s face could only be described as udder amusement but also confusion. 

“I mean, I don't see why not.” Sam shrugged, almost unsure of his answer. 

Natasha scoffed playfully. “I think Clint was right.” 

“What?” Bucky spoke.

“Clint thinks you have a crush on her.” Natasha spoke, sporting an amused grin. “said, and I quote, ‘he was staring at her and her lips like his life depended on it.’”

An almost offended look grew on Bucky’s face, “was not”

Natasha just shrugged, but still wore a smirk on her face as he watched Bucky leave the kitchen next to Sam. Steve's eyes were still locked onto his newspaper like the old man he is but Natasha couldn't contain herself. 

“Can you tell when bucky’s interested in people?” she asked Steve.

Steve thought for a moment, “I mean back then he would talk sweetly to any girl he could get on the dance floor, but now. I’m not so sure.” 

Natasha hummed in response. “I don't know though, bucky was giving her some looks in the lab and also in the common rooms yesterday,” Steve added quickly.

“Interesting.”

On the other side of the building, Sam and sucky walked side by side as they approached the entrance to the training yard. With the shining sunlight hitting their faces, Bucky kinda wished he grabbed sunglasses. 

You and Clint stood in the middle, a couple of meters away from some targets, assuming your arrow test runs have already started. Your head perked towards the two avengers and a warm smile grew on your face as you brought your hand up to shield your eyes from the sun. 

“Hey guys!” you yelled, waving your hand in their direction. Bucky was surprised to see you in just a plain black t-shirt and shorts, your shorts were still very short. But at this point that didn’t surprise him. You greeted the both of them, with a notepad in your hands. “goodmorning” 

“Alright, watcha got for me doc.” Sam started right into it, jokingly rubbing his hands together in greed.

You laughed softly, “we’ll get to you when it's your turn.’

“I’m excited to see Clint use his Pymarrows.” you turned towards Clint with eyes full of pure desire. Bucky might just have a staring problem or he might have just thought you kinda did look cute. 

You pulled a few sets of arrows out of a case and started to ramble on about them, using terms bucky wished he understood. “Okay Clint, you’re going to shoot this arrow up high so the arrow hits straight into the ground, far away from us though.”

You pulled a second arrow out, “and then shoot this one forward right after that so they meet in the air, do you understand? Can you do that?”

Clint nodded yet had a confused look on his face. “Yes, but what's gonna happen?

“You’ll see,” you spoke with a sly smirk, the look on your face concerned the three men. Even more, after a mumbled ‘tony is going to kill me’ escaped your lips.

Clint positioned himself to shoot the arrow high up, and it went up. Next, grabbing the second one from you and swiftly getting in the correct position to hit the first one mid-air, letting the arrow go and as it flew threw the air and came in contact with the first one, Bucky (along with the rest of the group) breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

 Tony was so going to kill you.

“Holy shit.” Sam breathed out.

The first arrow Clint shot grew ten times its size. hitting straight into the lawn, probably leaving a meter-wide hole as it stood up straight into the air, the height of an old tree. Bucky had to crane his head up to see the top. The three boy’s mouths gaped open at the sight while it looked like you were going to burst from excitement.

“Yes! It worked!” you jumped up and down, dramatically throwing your fist in the air like a child. “That's so fucking cool!”

“Oh my god” was the only thing Clint could say, muttering under his breath with his bow still in his hands. “I feel like I’m not responsible enough for this”

Bucky realized why Natasha spoke so highly of you now, he was utterly impressed and his curiosity only grew larger at this moment. He let out a breath and realized he was in for it now. 

Bucky found somewhere to sit as he watched you work on arrows and other technology as Clint practiced with a plethora of trick arrows. Seeing the look in your eyes as you explain how they worked or watching your invention sparked something in Bucky, you looked like you were glowing. 

Bucky continued to keep close eyes on you while you explained to Sam his new technology, it was also nice seeing Sam's face light up as he tested all his new features, you definitely were having an effect at the compound.

“Hah, soon enough I'll be able to take you easily, Barnes.” Sam snarked towards Bucky.

“In your dreams, Wilson.” a soft smile rose to Bucky’s face. You notice and realized that was the first time you had seen Bucky’s smile.

Sam went back to fly around, testing his new cruise configurations or new thrusters. You were standing closer to Bucky now, your head turned to him. “You should do that more often,” you spoke softly in his direction.

“What?” Bucky’s head turned to see you looking fondly down at him.

“Smile, your smile is nice.” 

Bucky didn’t say anything, he was more than sure a slight red tint grew to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He panned his head back to Sam, beginning to fidget by playing with the grass on the ground beside him like a small child. You soon joined Bucky, sitting next to him on the ground.

The awkward silence between the two of you killed Bucky, his head panned back over to you soon enough. You were writing down what Bucky assumed to be notes, your tongue slightly sticking out at the corner in concentration. He noted the plainness of your outfit again.

“No cool outfit today?” Bucky asked innocently

Your eyes met his and he crumbled, you smiled so brightly toward him. “You think my outfits are cool?” you spoke, you aren’t going to lie and say you weren't basking in the validation from the super-soldier. You spent too much time and money on your outfits for people to not amend you for it. You felt slightly giddy, today was a good day.

Bucky shrugged in response, fumbling over his words slightly. Losing his focus while you gave him such a look. “I mean, uh– yeah, they're a lot, but they're cool…”

Smooth, so smooth james.

“Thank you,” you said, going back to writing down notes. Bucky let out a breath. “I’m taking advantage of the compounds gym so I don't have to pay a membership at a public one anymore. I came from a workout before this.”

Bucky just nodded and hummed in agreement. Clint cleaned up his arrows and took one last amused look at the still very large arrow sticking out the front of the ground. 

“You gonna take care of that or..?” 

You giggled under your breath, squinting your eyes to look up at Clint. “Yeah, I’ll shrink it down and explain to Tony why theirs a big hole in the ground later. You can go if you’d like, I’ll drop off extra trick arrows later.”

You smiled warmly at Clint and grabbed the rest of his stuff before bidding you goodbye, “tell birdy I said bye, see you later lovebirds!” Clint shouted out as he headed for the doors. You shook your head at the teasing comment. 

Bucky just felt more warmth spread to his ears.

[scarletcomalies]

treacherous

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word count: 6,994

A/N: Hey! I received an anonymous request, but I accidentally deleted the draft where I directly responded it. The request said pretty much what says in the synopsis. Thanks to whoever sent it, made me happy <3! I hope you like it.

A/N II: Also, it’s 3:27 AM and I wrote this half asleep whilst listening Red TV three times in a row.

Warnings: Unspecified legal age gap (Natasha is older), mention of guns, shooting, manipulation (from a father), intrafamiliar abuse, trust issues.

Natasha Romanoff struggled with trust issues due to past relationships. Her fear of being hurt overshadowed any chance to open herself up to the possibility of a relationship. That was, of course, until she met you.

Hydra was a group of evil masterminds with a mission to take over the world, employing advanced technology and weapons to achieve said objective.

It hurt you too much to even think about the fact that you were part of it all, for ever since you were incredibly young, you were the victim of experiments and ruthless training to basically turn you into another of their deadly weapons.

You were just a little one, desperate to get your adoptive father's approval, and deep down, you still were, despite the fact that you were a young adult now. However, no matter how hard you tried, he always seemed disappointed in you, and you were willing to do anything to make him proud.

That's what you thought, of course, until you couldn't take it anymore. So much spilled blood, uncountable innocent lives lost, all in the name of greed and evil. You switched sides, and betrayed the organization you once called home.

You didn't know how many hours you spent hiding in one of the lockers from the Hydra facility that was attacked by the Avengers, while you listened to the tragedy happen outside this cold little compartment. You were supposed to be the main counter-attacker, and you were expected to kill at least one of them in order for the others to back off for a few months.

However, it was too much. As you fought them, the dilemma you found yourself in was too much to bear; you wanted to make your adoptive father proud, but you also wanted them to win because you repudiated every aspect that made up the twisted organization which you were unfortunately a part of.

So, as you walked down the corridors to attack one of them, you simply stopped dead in your tracks and went to hide instead. Until you heard nothing, only a silence that was somehow deafening, while intrigue kept eating you out - had good won over evil again?

When you kicked the door of the locker so you could get out, the first sight you encountered was the Black Widow, who got startled when she saw you and immediately pointed a gun at you. Your first instinct was to raise your arms.

Your face was streaked with tears, for you had sobbed desperately, fearing what your father would do when he found out you had failed this mission, but you were also drowning in shame for your actions.

And you didn't need to say anything, Natasha knew everything as soon as she saw you in that disconsolate and defeated state. You didn't want to do any of this, you desperately wanted to be good.

The Avengers welcomed you with open arms, and as you stood beside them, fighting for what was right, you finally felt you were part of a family, where your efforts were seen and appreciated, something you never felt with Hydra.

"I know these brutal injuries are a little bit of a scratch for you, but..."

"But it worries you when I go on missions that involve more than big men fighting me," Natasha finished the sentence before you could, a huge grin plastered from ear to ear.

You just chuckled, as you carefully worked to heal those terrible wounds on her face, product of a more complex mission than usual.

"Come on! Who knows if that creature that hurt you might give you some disease from the outer-space microbes it had in its claws. It could get infected and you could start a new pandemic, you know?" You half-joked.ñ

Natasha let out a loud laugh, that could be perhaps be heard all over facility.

"Well, look on the bright side, maybe I'll get to be the one to name it," she chuckled, and she flinched subsequently, her wounds hurt due to her smiling-facial expression.

"Silly!" You playfully nudged her shoulder with your fist, as you kept smiling enormously. "Jokes aside, please promise me you'll keep those wounds clean. You'll apply this," you showed her a small container of antiseptic soap, "And after that, you must apply this as well," you showed her a spray of alcohol.

She never told you this at first, but she appreciated enormously that you cared for her in this way, and that, on top of that, you were always willing to look after her as if she wasn't used to risking her life in all sorts of places.

The older woman nodded and laughed a little. "Of course, I'll make sure to clean the wounds and apply those, it's not too bad really. Don't worry yourself, okay?" She smiled kindly and warmly at you.

"Perfect... I'll let you off, then," you replied, with a grin. "Go get some rest, and I'll see you again when..." you paused. "I'll see you again," you affirmed this time.

You didn't know when you would see her again.

You had a very simple mission, so simple that you didn't need to go out and take risks as you normally did. You just needed to find information, leak some documents, hack into certain bases, and you could do it all from the comfort of the Avengers Tower. You were almost done when Natasha returned from her mission with the rest of the Avengers, and you insisted in helping her with all those wounds she had in her face, which again, were not something new for any of you, but still... you hated to see her even in the slightest discomfort. And just like on the other times, she refused to receive your help, but eventually gave in.

Outside of coincidences like these and the missions you had together, you didn't convive with her. And you missed her more than you could admit.

It was a strange feeling. You both got along well... excellent, to tell the truth, and you liked each other's company. However, that was no different than your relationship with the other Avengers, even so, Natasha Romanoff was the only one whose presence you longed more than usual whenever you were apart.

"Sure, I'll see you again," she nodded, as she rose from the seat she was in, and patted your shoulder affectionately.

This was always the way goodbyes were, and you couldn't lie, it hurt a little bit to realize that you didn't have a relationship with her outside of work. That was to be expected, many years of knowing her teammates didn't compare to a couple of months of knowing you, but you had to start somewhere, right?

That day, Natasha did as you told her and rested in her room of the Tower, and you, on the other hand, returned to the solitude of your apartment, watched a few episodes of your favorite series and waited to be summoned again on another occasion.

Said occasion was about a week later, and amidst the catastrophe that ensued, the taste of victory for having done well never ceased to leave you with a feeling of accomplishment.

It was even better than the others, since it was a mission against the organization you had unwillingly dedicated your life to serving. And this time, you were on the right side.

Your eyes watered a little. And Natasha didn't say it at first either, but she was the first to notice it because she used to watch you more than she would like to admit.

"Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked you, turning to you with a concerned expression on her face. "Don't tell me you regretted joining us, because I'm going to hit you," she joked, and there you realized that was a habit of hers, for the purpose of lightening the mood.

And she succeeded, because you laughed, "Quite the opposite. I'm so happy to find myself on this side and to be able to make up even a little bit for all the bad I did," you confessed.

She let out a little 'Awww' and proceeded to hug you.

It felt like... like home. And maybe your home wasn't the kindest to you, so it was more like you found a new place where you could feel warm and comfortable.

It felt like a shelter from the world's harshness, and that you were at last somewhere you belonged. The embrace was gentle and firm at the same time, somehow it was a combination that could go well altogether, and it was as if every little thing that had ever hurt you was washed away by the love in that hug.

She stayed that way for as long as you needed. And later, at the Avengers Tower, everyone asked you if you were all right, and when they made sure you were calmer, they left to their respective rooms, but not before giving you words of affirmation telling you how valuable you were and what a priceless job you had done on the mission.

And after that little moment of closeness you had with Natasha, two days passed when you saw her again.

You were not specifically summoned for a mission, rather, Tony Stark needed your help to develop a new artificial intelligence prototype that would assist Peter Parker. The only difference was that Tony wanted her to ask him about his feelings and get concerned for his well-being, almost like a therapist or a mother would.

There had been maybe four or five opportunities where you had the pleasure of demonstrating your mental abilities, which were numerous.

Of course at Hydra they weren't going to raise you to be physically astute, they needed to train you mentally as well, and sure as hell they did. Because, maybe it would take Tony Stark more than four or five tasks to trust someone, but you completed them so efficiently, that very little was enough for him to be impressed and take you into consideration for this field as well.

About seven hours had passed, where you were discussing and employing the famous "trial and error", when Natasha came to interrupt. Tony wasn't too happy about it, but you were delighted.

"It turned out like shit," she concluded. She had a little dirt on her suit and her face was scarred with small injuries, but these weren't man-made, they were more like falls. "The target had already left the base by the time we got there, and took everything. All we did was kill the guards for nothing, no objective."

Tony took a deep breath, leaning back in his seat. For him, if there was anything worse than interruptions, it was interruptions for bad news.

"That's the third time in a row they've had us looking like idiots playing Tag," he snorted. "We'll figure out what to do. We did what we could."

Natasha was not at all pleased with his answer, as she wanted an immediate solution, and for her, the worst thing that could happen was to fail in something as simple as attacking a Hydra base.

"That's it?" She exclaimed, and at Tony's lack of response, she let out a groan and with giant strides, she left the room.

You ran after her, caring very little if she yelled at you to leave her alone. You wanted to at least make an attempt to be there for her.

"Nat!" You called out to her. "Nat, come on!"

She stopped, and turned to look at you, "What do you want?"

Now thar you were close to her, you noticed how fresh the small wounds on her face looked, and you would soon set out to help her with that, but the support she needed the most was the emotional kind.

"There's this place near Willow Lake," you laughed at her mild surprise. "I know, it's a bit far from here, but we can grab a bite to eat, take a walk down to the lake afterwards... you don't have to talk if you don't want to, I just want to offer you this little method of escape that has helped me in my darkest days."

There was no power on earth that would make her turn down such an offer, not only because this would be the first time she would be spending time with you outside of missions and work, but because it really sounded like a plan that would help her tremendously in all that stress she was going through.

After Natasha took a shower and changed, she went to find you in the room where you were working with Tony, who gave you a grateful smile before you left.

The drive there was long, and neither of you said much more than small talk, but it was extremely comfortable at the same time, with Taylor Swift's music playing on the car's speakers.

With this alone, she seemed more relaxed as she remained in the passenger seat. It was clear that the unsuccessful mission was eating her mind, but by having a moment to think about it, she gradually lightened up. She was very grateful that you gave her space and didn't try to distract her.

As soon as you guys got out of the car, the first thing you could feel was how pure the air was in that area, and how uncrowded it was compared to the noisy city. With that alone, Natasha understood why you brought her there, it was a peaceful and perfect place to think.

"Do you like it?" You asked, and if the redhead hadn't been too invested taking in her surroundings, she would have noticed that you were in turn, completely dumbfounded watching her..

"I love it," she nodded, with a huge smile, and proceeded to close her eyes and take a deep breath to enjoy the air.

When you entered the small cafe, you ordered a panini and a soda, and encouraged Natasha to order whatever she wanted, it would be your treat. Neither of you had eaten and it was already four in the afternoon, so you couldn't wait for the food to arrive.

You didn't ask her anything about it, and you didn't bring the subject up, you just waited patiently for her to speak first. And she did so about five minutes after she ordered.

"I feel better already," she said. "Maybe Tony's approach wasn't the best, but he's right, we'll find a way, in the meantime, we did what we could."

You smiled.

"We'll find a way to come out of this victoriously. Believe me when I tell you that they no longer have any threats and all they have left is to run. We'll find a way to corner them," you encouraged her, almost sensing firsthand how frustrated she might have felt earlier.

She nodded in agreement, "We have to come up with a plan," she replied. "I've already given a lot of thought to it, and I think right now, what I want to do is enjoy this moment with you, because, you do realize this is our first outing together?"

You did realize, and you couldn't begin to express how much you looked forward to this moment. While the conversations during missions or at the Tower were enough for you to grow fond of each other, there was always work involved.

"You're right. I wouldn't have wanted to wait this long, but I understand you're busy, and, I wasn't sure if you were in the mood to go out during your rest time."

She chuckled at the comment, "Oh, no! I like going out. And look, maybe I am busy, but you might just be worth dropping everything for... you know, once in a while!"

You reacted with a small and subtle giggle, feeling even more charmed and flattered by her.

"I must say, it's an honor to potentially be worth dropping everything for, even once in a while," you responded lightheartedly.

The food arrived just in time, and you both exchanged a look of acknowledgement at how good it looked.

"Well, bon appétit," she smiled, and didn't wait five seconds to start devouring her lunch.

You both ate in silence, very focused on enjoying the food as it was already too late after the regular lunch hour. You were starving.

When you finished your meal, you talked about banal topics to get to know each other better, such as favorite books, movies and series, hobbies, the music you enjoyed the most and whether you preferred summer or winter. It was a nice chat, where you both found a lot of common ground and were introduced to new possibilities, because let's say you left that restaurant with at least twenty songs to listen to, ten books to read and five movies and series to check out.

It was until you left the restaurant and walked to the lake that the conversation deepened. She asked you about your past, and although you didn't spill those details so easily, you ended up telling her even more than your closest friends knew. Natasha was just that kind of person.

And when Natasha shared her story with you, that was the most painful, deepest and perhaps most precious aspect that you shared — that intrinsic feeling that impelled you to abandon all evil sown in your hearts.

You were so immersed in conversation, that it seemed like in five minutes the sky went dark when in reality it had been about three hours straight.

From then on, whenever your free times coincided, you made the most of it. You made it a regular part of your lives, would always make plans for upcoming meet-ups and, naturally, your relationship slowly started to grow and deepen over time as a result.

You started to appreciate the little details that shaped Natasha, from her stunning smile to her sweet laugh, from her thoughtful glances to her kind words. It was like a flame had been lit inside of you, eventually growing into a roaring blaze that could not be tamed. You were slowly and deeply falling in love with her, there was no denying it anymore.

"Nat, I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do, but you leave me no choice," you said, as soon as you pulled a +4 card as a last resource. Your only cards remaining were two red ones and of course you would decide said color as the next.

Natasha let out a gasp of surprise, and shook her head.

"How could you?" She exclaimed, and with much indignation, took the four cards.

"I choose red," you stated, very indifferent to her reaction.

She checked the cards she had taken, and the red card she placed, was one that would prevent you from your turn, and then, she placed a red one with a number on it.

With a victorious smile, you shouted "UNO" as you placed the second to last card you had left. And to your bad luck, Natasha didn't have one of the same color, but she did have a blue one with the same number.

"Excuse me, you were saying?" She replied, in a mocking tone.

It was your turn to gasp in surprise.

"Natalia, you monster!" You exclaimed. "My devious scheme has been disrupted, and I have been bested. I expected this from everyone, but you?" You said in an over-dramatic tone, placing your hands on your chest, as if you had been stabbed.

You two were cross-legged playing UNO on Natasha's bed, having watched a couple of movies and ordered food. You had been playing for maybe an hour and a half now, and this last round was no different than the previous ones, since you were always looking for ways to trick and betray each other in this little game. Until, Natasha finally won.

"Ahhh! This was a tough one!" You commented, collecting the cards from the pile and sorting them. As you were doing this, you noticed something under Natasha's leg, sticking out slightly. "But of course, it was honest play, wasn't it? It would be a shame if you cheated."

She snorted, "Yes, honesty first and foremost, I agree," she acted innocent. You did your best to hold your laughter.

"Hey, since you're closer, would you mind getting up and handing me my phone?" You pointed to your phone, which was charging in her bedside table.

"You get up, lazy!" She teased, making you gasp in surprise.

"Well, I may be lazy, but I'm no cheater!" You exclaimed, pointing to the card under her leg.

"Oh, whaaaaat?! How did this even get here?!" She said, making her voice a little higher pitched and feigning surprise.

You couldn't help it and laughed loudly.

"Oh, come on, Nat!" You answered. "We're resuming this game, now!"

Luckily, you caught on to her trick before you rearranged the cards, and you hadn't yet touched hers and yours.

"Give me that card," you ordered her, and at that, she didn't let you have it and kept moving the card just out of your reach.

You suddenly realized you've leaned forward to try and grab at the card, and you accidentally ended up on top of her, with her lying on her back underneath you.

The world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you exchanging a few shy looks and smiles, acknowledging the position you were in, feeling a little nervous and uncertain about it.

The pounding of your heart was racing a million beats per second, its rhythm matching the rapid pace of your thoughts. Your cheeks flushed with warmth whilst you embraced the profound effect she had on you.

And after a while, you summoned all your courage and made the first move. You leaned in, closing the distance between you and Natasha. In that intimate moment, your lips gently met hers, softly and tenderly.

However, the thrill of the moment was replaced with confusion and disappointment when Natasha pulled away.

"I can't," her words hung in the air.

You reluctantly drew back, giving her the space she needed, and you searched her eyes, longing to find the reason behind her hesitance, but all you could see was a glimpse of regret and shame.

It was as if she carried a secret, a secret that prevented her from fully embracing the moment, despite the chemistry you thought there was between you both. Or maybe you got lost in translation, maybe she simply didn’t share your feelings.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, your voice breaking. "I didn't mean to overstep. I misunderstood."

"Please, just go," Natasha's expression remained resolute.

Her words felt like a cold-hearted stab in your chest, leaving you at a loss for what to say or do. Nevertheless, you decided to respect her boundaries, honoring her wish to be left alone.

With a heavy heart, you nodded, gathering your things. Subsequently, you whispered another "I’m sorry" as you started to walk away.

The taste of that stolen kiss lingered on your lips for a long time, as a reminder of the brief, tantalizing ephemeral glance of something that could have been.

In the meantime, you only hoped that someday, the circumstances would align, allowing both of you to talk it out and move on.

That happened when you were contacted for another mission. With the help of the advanced technology and scientific knowledge that the Tower counted with, everyone contributed to analyze the data collected.

Each member expressed their concerns, ideas and proposals for the next step to take. Natasha, in particular, treated you with incredible disdain and professionalism, leaving everyone around you surprised. It was as if she created a barrier between you both, as if she barely recognized your presence now. There was no trace of shame or shyness on her face, unlike you, who struggled to even hold eye contact with her.

Finally, the meeting concluded. As the team prepared to disperse, the opportunity to talk to Natasha presented itself. The others began to head out, leaving the two of you alone in the room. This was the moment you had been waiting for.

"Nat, can we talk?" You gently drew her attention as she evaluated the information presented in the screens.

She turned to look at you, and then nodded. It was a small gesture, but it gave you the reassurance you needed to proceed.

"I… just want to apologize," you began. "For what happened before, for misunderstanding and crossing a line that should’ve never been. I never meant to make you uncomfortable."

Her gaze softened, and she sighed, "It's not entirely your fault," she reassured you. "I should have been clearer. It's just… I have a lot of conflicts in my mind, it’s complicated."

You nodded, understanding that there was more to her story than you were told, "I want you to know that I treasure our connection, whatever it may be," you confessed, your sincerity present in every single world. "And if there's anything you're willing to share, I'm here to listen."

There was a brief pause as Natasha contemplated her response, but as the minutes passed, she felt more and more comfortable with sharing her past experiences with relationships, and how they caused her to struggle with trust issues.

"Nat, I’m going to be honest, I can't erase the mistakes of others, but I swear to you, I'm not here for just a fleeting encounter. And I’m willing to earn your trust, if you give me the opportunity."

"It's hard for me to believe that," she admitted. "But at the same time, there's something about you that makes me want to give you that opportunity, despite my reservations. It’s complicated, as I said."

In that precious moment, your feelings swirled together - joy, relief, and gratitude. You had been given a chance, an opportunity to show Natasha that your love for her could prevail over the scars of the past.

Ever since, every date you planned with her was a thoughtful gesture, meticulously adapted to her preferences as you were eager to give your best to create cherished memories. From intimate dinners at her favorite restaurants to adventurous outings exploring new places, your attention to the small details that made her happy did not go unnoticed, because she appreciated the genuine effort you put into making her feel seen and loved. She also appreciated that you never pressed her for more than she was ready to give.

You provided a safe space where she could open up at her own pace. Naturally, time went on, and Natasha began to let her guard down in your presence.

Until, one —ironically— rainy night, your phone buzzed discreetly. You glanced down and read the words from your adoptive father, that were capable of disturbing your peace within seconds…

"I hope our deal still stands, and that you didn't actually move to the Avengers' side."

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha could perfectly read the message, her expression shifting from serenity to one of concern and anger. In an instant, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Time slowed as Natasha's eyes found yours, and the depth of her pain and distrust pierced through every fiber of your being. The delicate thread of trust that had been formed between you threatened to break under the weight of betrayal.

"What is this, (Y/N)?" She asked as her voice trembled. "Have you been playing both sides all along?!"

Before you could even respond, Natasha's eyes glazed over and she proceeded to rise abruptly from her seat to leave the restaurant where you were having dinner. Little did you care and you placed a hundred dollar bill that would cover both of your consumption plus a generous tip.

Afterwards, you ran out of the place to follow her. The first thing you felt was an overwhelming cold and the rain soaking you.

"Nat, please believe me," you pleaded. "I never wanted any of this. My loyalty lies with you and the Avengers."

"Yes, yes. I've heard that story a thousand times, and I didn't like the ending," she replied.

"Nat...—"

"I don't want to hear you!" She shouted suddenly, startling you. "You expect me to believe your empty words? I thought you were different, but I see now that you're just like everyone… no, you’re worst, way worst."

The rain that drenched you seemed insignificant compared to the icy chill that her words settled within you, making the ache in your chest unbereable.

"No, Nat, please," you begged desperately, your voice being interrupted by occasional sobs. "Let’s get inside and talk, I’ll explain you everything. I love you."

She shuddered as if your words had hurt her even more. The pain in her eyes reflected the storm that ravaged her soul.

"Love? Is that what you call it?" Her voice exuded bitterness as she lashed out, determined to protect herself from further pain. "You have a funny way of showing it. Actions speak louder than empty declarations."

Her words crushed you completely, as the rain mixed with your tears.

As Natasha turned, her silhouette blurred by the rain, you eventually felt too weak to even be standing, and you kneeled in the pavement, feeling your entire body twist in pain and regret.

"Natasha, my love, please don't leave," you sobbed. "Nat… don’t leave,” you whispered this time.

But she was gone, swallowed up by the darkness and the pouring rain. And you were right where she left you drenched and devastated, unable to understand how everything could fall apart so quickly.

Your mission as an infiltrator within the Avengers was the following: to steal a valuable possession and to disrupt their missions, weakening their defenses and providing Hydra a strategic advantage.

You proposed to your adoptive father the tip of the iceberg of your original plan. You told him you would deceive everyone, in order to gain their trust and position yourself as Hydra's eyes within the mighty Avengers' Tower.

However, your true motives remained hidden. Little did he know that you yearned for a chance to redeem yourself from the shadows of your past. You genuinely wanted to make a connection with the Avengers, to join their ranks and fight for the greater good.

At first, you walked a tightrope, subtly sabotaging the Avengers' efforts against Hydra to maintain your adoptive father's trust, so he would not proceed against you or your teammates. But as time went on, you stopped even doing that, and instead, made excuses to prevent suspicion that you didn't align with Hydra's twisted ideals. And that message he sent you during your date with Natasha couldn't have been more inopportune.

Days turned into weeks, and the weight of loneliness suffocated any hint of hope that remained, because as expected, you heard nothing from Natasha, or any of the Avengers for that matter. All those friendships, laughs, trust… shattered into a thousand pieces by a message that didn't represent you at all.

You even began to consider packing your belongings and escape to another country to start from scratch. Your stupid choices held you captive, and the desire to break free consumed you.

In the midst of this overwhelming despair, you received a message from your adoptive father.

"Fine, if that’s how you want to play, then so be it. If you don't bring something valuable to us TODAY, she will suffer. We have her."

The message cut through your being like a searing blade, slashing through the delicate fabric of your soul. There was no hiding what you have done, and a life was held hostage, a life intertwined with your own.

As if the threat wasn't enough, he continued…

"Also, if you call the Avengers, we'll know, and she'll die painfully before they even get there. Steal something like I raised you to do. No tricks this time."

You felt the air rushing out from your lungs, as fear gripped your heart mercilessly. The mere thought of your beloved enduring torment struck you with agony, and there was no doubt that you would protect her at all costs.

In the midst of your despair, a plan began to take shape. You would infiltrate into the Avengers' Tower and steal the highly advanced AI system you and Tony initially designed for Peter Parker.

It seemed like the perfect key to Natasha’s safety, and to meet your adoptive father’s demands. Hydra's capabilities would be significantly amplified with it.

Your exile also translated into losing access to everything you used to come and go. In consequence, using your years of training, reflected through skills and expertise, you successfully manipulated the electronic locks and bypassed the intricate security measures.

Finally, you stood before the AI, and with a steady hand, you carefully detached the system, making sure not to leave a trace of your presence. The stolen AI system nestled securely in your possession, and therefore, Natasha would be safe and sound in no time.

You headed to the place you were ordered to, and it was conveniently apart from the city, being a former abandoned factory.

You knew that Natasha was extremely dangerous and strong, therefore you couldn't stop thinking of the position she must have been in so that they managed to get her with no problem.

Once there, you took the suitcase containing AI Karen's chip and made your way towards the meeting point. You noticed that there were about ten guards guarding the area, and one of them checked if you didn't have a weapon.

As soon as the door slightly opened, you kicked it hard and entered the place.

You saw Natasha immobilized with smart handcuffs restraining on her wrists and ankles, but when you ran towards her, you were stopped by the man you most repudiated on the face of this earth.

"Hey, easy," he said mockingly. "Let's talk business."

Your eyes glazed over, as you felt your heart ache at the sight in front of you. There was nothing you wanted more than to hug her and reassure her that you would do everything in your power to save her. But in order to accomplish that, you had to obey what was being asked of you.

"This is what I got," you began after letting out a long sigh. "It is similar to the artificial intelligence that Tony Stark has in his suit, and I participated in its development," you continued. "It has various databases and security protocols that would facilitate the acquisition of classified information, allowing Hydra to infiltrate sensitive networks and manipulate events to suit its agenda. It can also analyze patterns, anticipate trends, and adjust strategies accordingly. It would make an incredible asset for global domination."

After giving him a quick demonstration, your adoptive father smiled wickedly and patted your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you," he exclaimed, and perhaps your self of many years ago would have rejoiced at those words, but now that you knew the price you had to pay to hear those words, you realize that they are not worth all the suffering, and never were.

"Let Natasha Romanoff go, father," you commanded with your jaw clenched.

His laughter echoed through the dimly lit factory. His eyes bore into yours, devoid of any warmth or compassion, as he reveled in his victory.

"Let her go," he scoffed, his voice filled with disdain. "Why would I release her when I finally have you exactly where I want you?"

A surge of anger coursed through you, fueling a fire that burned fiercely within your chest.

"No," you declared firmly. "You should know by now that Natasha means more to me than any twisted ideology you spew."

Your adoptive father's eyes burned with fury. In that moment, you realized that your defiance had destroyed his illusion of control.

"After everything I have done for you? Don't you see? This is your purpose, your destiny!" He countered.

"That’s your purpose for me, as your puppet," you corrected. "My purpose is not to spread chaos and destruction. It's to protect the people I love and make amends for the wrongs I've done. And guess what? That’s what I’m doing."

"Ah, so the great (Y/N) has grown soft and weak in the arms of Natasha. I knew allowing emotions into your heart would be your downfall," he sneered, with an air of disappointment. "You were meant to be a weapon in our hands, an asset for the future of this organization," he added.

"… and I would rather be 'soft' in the eyes of Hydra than hardened and devoid of humanity like you," you stated. "I may have been created by Hydra, but I am not defined by them. I choose my own path, and it's one that leads away from your darkness."

He took a deep breath, characteristic of when he already lost his patience. You knew it so well, and it never failed to frighten you.

He stepped closer, his menacing presence closing in around you, "I raised you to be better, so you have one last chance," he hissed, handing you a gun. "You end Natasha Romanoff's life, or I will do it myself. And trust me, my methods are far more agonizing than a quick death."

You trembled, feeling your heart suffocating, your mind finding its way of reminding you of the laughter you shared, the tender moments, the unbreakable bond between you and Natasha. But at the same time, you knew what your adoptive father was capable of, and it filled you with dread.

There were no other options, no escape from the cruel fate that awaited her if you refused. With tears welling in your eyes, you whispered your surrender. "Fine. I'll do it."

When Natasha heard the words escape your trembling lips, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her features contorted in a mixture of shock and heartbreak.

The knot in your stomach tightened, constricting your breath and making it difficult to think clearly. Your palms grew clammy, sweat trickling down your forehead as your heart pounded in your chest.

You cautiously approached Natasha. Every step felt like an eternity, the deafening thud echoing in your ears. When you were close enough, you saw the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, her muscles straining against the unyielding bonds that sought to confine her. It was a testament to her resilience, her unyielding spirit that refused to be broken.

In the end, this was you, a deadly weapon raised to make these kinds of actions. What was one more kill? Your entire life had been shaped by the manipulations and training of your adoptive father, molding you into a merciless instrument of his will and the will of the company he worked for.

You raised the gun, as the metal felt cold and unforgiving in your sweaty hands. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, your finger began to tighten around the trigger.

You made the last choice, the choice that would determine the path of your future and, ultimately, save both yourself and Natasha. There was no other way out.

With a determination that burned bright within you, you aimed at your objective. So, when your finger curled around the trigger, a deafening shotgun erupted in the room, shattering the suffocating silence.

In that instant, your adoptive father's body crumpled to the ground, unconscious and defeated. His presence, once so menacing and dominant, now lay broken, a mere shadow of the authority he once commanded.

Natasha's body jerked in a sudden startle when she heard the shotgun, and her eyes clenched shut, as if shielding herself from the inevitable horror that awaited her. Every muscle in her body tensed, bracing for the impact, but then, a familiar voice made itself present.

"Open your eyes, darling, it's over," you uttered, your voice trembling with the shock of what had just transpired.

Slowly, Natasha's eyes fluttered open. The room came into focus, and as her gaze fell upon you, the realization of what you did hit her immediately.

You then reached for the small monitor that was in your adoptive father’s pocket and unlocked the restraints that held Natasha captive. She carefully removed the tape on her mouth.

Her eyes glistened with shed tears as she threw herself into your arms, her body trembling against yours. The resentment and doubt she once had towards you seemed to dissolve in that moment whilst she held onto you as if her life depended on it.

"I thought I lost you," she whispered, her voice choked with tears and vulnerability.

You held her tightly, your own emotions spilling all over, "I'm here, Nat. This is me. This has always been me."

Her lips trembled, and she pressed them against yours, and in that single, stolen moment, the world around you ceased to exist. Time stood still as your lips met, fueled by a yearning that transcended mere physical desire. It was a fusion of souls, a merging of two hearts that had endured unimaginable pain and now reveled in the sweet taste of redemption.

"I love you," she whispered between kisses.

"I love you too," you murmured, and how unmatched was the feeling of being able to say it when there was no hint of uncertainty on the other side. "And as long as you allow me, I will do my best to keep showing it to you."

After securing the AI and taking down all the guards that prowled the place, you both emerged from the abandoned factory. Although the scars of the event would forever mark your souls, you knew that you had emerged stronger than ever.

Together, you would forge a new path, rewriting the narratives that had threatened to tear you apart, and embracing the love that had always been destined to bring you back together.

This was the accomplished mission that you both were most proud of. Especially because, in addition to having shared years of experiences, adventures, and everlasting memories, it was only a matter of time before you also shared the "Romanoff" last name.

[steviestits]

In The Family Way - Part 1.2

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic's masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Argyle/Jonathan Rating: T (E in later chapters) Summary: The Munson family has never had the typical values that most modern Americans have as they find thrill in all that's mysterious and spooky. Steve Harrington, a black widow omega, hadn't known this when he mated with the family's eldest alpha, Eddie, and thought that he'd be another easy mark that he could kill to inherit the millions that Eddie owned. However, not only do all his murder attempts fail, but Eddie actually enjoys them! And to make matters worse, the alpha wants to try for a pup! Steve has to find a way to off Eddie for good, before he gets pregnant and maybe actually falls for the death-crazed alpha. (Addams Family Values au set in the Omegaverse after the events of the movie with Steve as Debbie and Eddie as Fester) Trigger Warning: Attempted Murder as a love language, Mpreg

(Link to previous part)

Unfortunately, the road was clear and Eddie made it to his brother’s house without incident. He supposed there was always the return trip, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed. Though, maybe he could purposely run into a lamp post on the way back, as he knew his darling omega would be upset if his van returned in one piece without a scratch after he went through so much work to ensure that Eddie would get into an accident on the road.

That was for later, however, as right now, his adoptive brother was expecting him, so he got out of his black van then made his way up the dirt driveway and up the stone steps. Eddie still had his key from when he lived here and used it to let himself into the manor. It was much different than the one Steve had picked for them. Not that Eddie disliked the marble walls and pastel-accented furniture as he was happy as long as his omega was happy, only he couldn’t help but feel a bit of nostalgia for the animal heads mounted on the walls or the dark, musty furniture that a rusty spring or two poking out inviting from the fabric.

Eddie made his way into the living room and saw that Grandmama Joyce’s paramour, Hop, was slumped on the couch watching football. It looked violent, but not deadly, so Eddie had only a passing interest. He instead asked Hop if he knew where Argyle was, and the other man released a non-verbal grunt while jerking his head in the direction of the stairs, eyes never leaving the game. Then Eddie thanked him then made his way towards the direction that had been indicated to him, trying not to bother the other any longer.

Climbing up the creaky stairs, Eddie soon heard the loud striking of metal against hollow plastic and knew that his brother was on the top floor balcony. He made his way there, watching as Argyle smacked another golf ball out into the distance with his driver. The two of them used to love coming up here to hit balls at the neighbors. There weren’t any neighbors around the house he shared as the property was so large then had a tall fence that blocked the home from view. Steve insisted that it would be better if there were no witnesses when they bought the manor.

“Ed, old boy,” Argyle greeted him jovially when he noticed Eddie was there. “I wasn't expecting you to come so quickly. To what do I owe the honor?”

“Steve cut my breaks, so I didn't stop at as many lights as usual,” Eddie said as he joined Argyle on the balcony. He picked up a driver then grabbed a ball from the bucket. “But, I was hoping I could get some advice. I want to know how you keep things fresh with Jonathan. You’ve been mated for a long time and are just as in love with each other as the day you two met.”

Argyle moved to the side, allowing Eddie to place down his ball, before he leaned on his club to watch his brother align his shot. “We don’t need to keep our relationship fresh,” he said with a small shrug. “Every day is an adventure with Jonathan.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. “What’s the adventure?”

Lifting the club, Eddie struck the ball hard. It flew through the air, whizzing past the Munson property line into that of their neighbor’s yard and smacked into the ornate, wooden duck mailbox that sat at the end of their driveway. The head of the duck was ripped cleanly from its body then fell sadly into the neatly cut lawn that the neighbor was mowing. He didn’t notice that the duck’s head had fallen and rolled over it with the lawnmower, which caused the small head to get caught in the blades before it catapulted out to bean the neighbor in the forehead, knocking him back while the lawnmower continued without him, taking out a bed of petunias.

“Anything. Everything,” Argyle said, stepping up to take his turn at the tee. “From the children to our work, we never have a dull moment. We complete each other.” He did a practice swing. “But I don’t think you came here to ask about my relationship with Jonathan.”

“You’d be right.” Eddie sighed heavily. “I worry that Steve is spending too much of his time doting on me and not enough time on himself. His every waking moment is dedicated to planning my demise. In fact, the other day, the little minx tried to stab me in public. Public! His appetite for murder is insatiable.”

“No need to brag, Ed,” Argyle said with a laugh. “I’m just happy things are going miserably.”

Then Argyle’s club smacked into the ball, sending it sailing into the neighbor’s yard again. This time, the ball struck the lawnmower, causing it to hit a birdbath and shift its course back towards its owner. The neighbor had just stood up when he saw the renegade lawnmower coming for him. He ran, knocking the mailbox over in the process, but that didn’t deter the lawnmower one bit as it simply shredded the mail that scattered and continued its dogged pursuit of its master.

“As flattered as I am at his numerous murder attempts, he needs to settle down a bit. Take some time for himself,” Eddie explained. “But his sole hobby seems to be pleasing his alpha. What can I do to help him?”

Eddie approached the tee as Argyle mulled over his brother’s problem. He placed a new ball down then whacked it with his driver. The ball sailed again into the neighbor’s hard, hitting him in the back of the head, which caused him to stumble to the ground. Turning around, the neighbor moved to get up, but the lawnmower was already upon him and all he could do was scream shrilly as it neared.

“Maybe he needs another outlet for his attentions,” Argyle suggested. “So much love to give, but not enough graves to dig and whatnot. He used to be a nanny, after all.”

With a nod, Eddie said, “That’s true. I took him away from his work, now he doesn’t have any sweet pups to nurture. Do you think I should see if he wants to go back to being a nanny?”

“If your omega is anything like Jonathan, he would’ve said if he wanted to go back to work.” He snapped his fingers as if an idea had come to him. “That could be the reason that he’s been extra murderous. He could be trying to seduce you into pupping him.”

What Argyle said made sense. They hadn’t had sex like they had on their honeymoon as Steve complained about having to do all the work. Eddie had been practicing, wanting to improve before he acted as Steve’s alpha in a sexual way again. However, if Steve wished to be pupped then he needed to stop practicing and hope that he could pleasure his omega in a satisfying way, one that would result in pups that the motherly omega desired.

“What do I do, though?”

Argyle placed a hand on his older brother’s shoulder and said, “You go home to your omega, and you pup him in the way he desires.”

“When you’re right, you’re right,” he replied with a laugh. “And you are right.”

The two brothers bid each other farewell before Eddie walked back down the stairs. He said goodbye to Will and El, who walked by him holding the new pup and a rusty axe, telling them to have fun with their nephew. Then he said bye to Hop, but the other man just grunted wordlessly, not paying Eddie any mind.

Eddie left and walked down the dirt path back to where he had left his van. As he did, he passed a scowling man in shredded clothing, holding three golf balls and the head of a wooden duck, making his way towards the door. He shrugged, supposing to each their own. It wasn’t his place to pry into the other man’s affair, not when he had a van to crash and an omega to pup.

Part 1.1 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 2.1

PS - Extra thanks to @nameless-screamerxxx for letting me use the "So much love to give, but not enough graves to dig" line.

[thatlongspringnight]

Shades of Red (Vamp!Jungkook x Soft bodied!reader)

Tagging: @wwilloww @hesperantha @reliablemitten @dntaewithluv @sunshinerainbowsbts @xjoonchildx​ @vyduan @miscelunaaa @starlostjimin @sugalaritae @sahmfanficbts 

Pairing: Vampire Jungkook/Soft Bodied reader

Rating: M for mature ;) 

Genre: Smut, fluff, romance, established relationship

 Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, female receiving, blood, vampire feeding, Jk is a whiny boy and we love him for it

Summary: There are very few pleasures in this world as great and lovely as riling Jungkook up. 

Word Count: 2137 Thank you to my darling @miscelunaaa​ for putting your magnificent orbs on this when I needed you most. Thank you to AMC for putting out a new interview with the vampire series. And thank you to JJK for deciding to put out an entire VAMPIRE THEMED PHOTO SHOOT LIKE A MAD MAN. 

How his eyes shine against the ruby of the silk, an apt choice—it’s a dark musing from your position, lounging opposite of him on the chaise, sipping from the darkened wine he says makes you taste especially … divine. 

Only he would give into his vanity enough to buy silken sheets the same shade as his eyes. Languidly, you reach down to pluck a grape from the silver platter … purple. Then it was good you had worn the burgundy dress this evening. 

Since he so ardently was attempting to adhere to a color scheme. Reds, blacks, the deepest purples—everything as vivid a warning as a black widow before she strikes. 

Yet it’s you that is smirking as you drag your finger across your tongue, savoring the sweetness—another thing he likes … when you’re sweet. 

Between the two of you, you’re truly the deadly one, even if he has the fangs. 

He’s watching you, gaze shifting from alluring, a look you’ve come to know all too well … to something more along the lines of petulant, something you’ve also come to know all too well, and it pleases you, watching his well-kept nails dig into those silken sheets as you grab the book sitting on the marble top side table, opening it to the spot you left off on. 

How he hates it when you do this, and you have to bite back a genuine smile, and the urge to laugh, especially when he sighs, trying to play off his frustrations as desire—when the only thing he’s desiring right now is your undivided attention. 

“Is something wrong, dearest?” You finally acknowledge him when he sighs again, going so far as to unbutton the already scandalously low dip of his shirt. “Are you not entertained? Should I fetch you a book?” 

“No, I have no need of—of literature.” His eyes are shining, and you can feel the pull of them. “Why should I bore my fingertips with parchment when they could be trailing your skin instead?” It’s bold, meant to elicit a reaction, to tempt you to him, into his arms like a willing supplicant. 

“Your pretty eyes don’t work on me, Jungkook.” You feign boredom, licking your finger to turn the page, eyes barely even skimming the words. “As haunting and desperate as they are.”

“I am not desperate!” He whines, sitting up, grabbing a pillow to hug to his form. “I’m beautiful, a darling, admired by all—”

“And desperate for my attention nonetheless.”  You quash him mid-sentence. “Perhaps if you come to me as a supplicant, if you offer yourself in worship to me maybe I’ll want to play with you, maybe I’ll give you some of the attention you’re clearly thirsting for.”

“Shouldn’t you be worshiping me?” Jungkook is crawling to the edge of the luxurious bed even as he talks. “A creature of darkness, of eternal life, of power and pleasures … aren’t I the god worth worshiping?” And you laugh, languid still as you shift in your seat. 

“If you wanted to be worshiped, you would have taken up with someone else, but you’re here—with me.” And for a moment you let your voice soften, knowing that more than anything what he wants is your love, your attention, your reassurance of affection. “And not out there cavorting with your brethren.” His knees have hit the ground, expensive cloth dragging as he makes his way to you till he’s crouched in front of you, in front of the chaise. 

“Will you let me touch you, then?” He asks, wide eyes shining as spectacularly as the most expensive rubies. “May I worship you with my hands?”

“With your hands” you agree. “And mouth.” You tack on. “Perhaps even your teeth if your prayers are fervent enough.” And he’s groaning at that, the prospect of your blood just as delectable as what you’re asking him to do. For he does love to worship you, every piece of your lively, mortal flesh. 

And God knows you have quite a canvas for him to paint in his touch, ample flesh to grip till bruising, to litter in love bites. Dimpled skin perfect for his fingertips, as he often reminds you, eyes darkened to an almost feral shade. And at this moment, you know he’s going for a place he especially loves. 

“Right for my thighs?” You hum, calling him out, and his firm grip on your stockinged calves. “That’s a rather rushed trip to the altar I’d say.” It’s a tease that has him pouting, resting his chin on your knees. 

“Perhaps I just want to give special attention to a particular area that should be especially worshiped—”

“You could have the decency to take off my stockings.” You roll your eyes and he flashes you a sheepish little grin, one that reveals just a little snag of sharpened tooth. Then, of course, he’s obediently doing as he’s told, undoing the ribbons that rest just above your knees, holding up the expensive stockings, smiling at the soft shade of blue. 

“I was beginning to wonder if you had truly forgotten yourself and come completely in red.” He murmurs, gently sliding off your shoes, touches feather-light enough to raise goosebumps against your skin. “As flattered as I am, perhaps I think you look sweeter still in blue.” Your favorite color, the same as the softest sky. “It reminds me of when we met.” Shoes forgotten on the floor, stockings now neatly folded, his strong hands knead gently against your calves, drawing sounds from you that already qualify as indecent. 

“Such a lovely little wife you’d make,” you tease him. “Folding my clothes, giving me massages—”

“Worshiping you,” he huffs, lightly pinching your ankle, just barely. “... Though—if I had to be someone’s wife, I’d like to be yours.” He kisses at the inside of your knee. Just the smoothing of his lips over your skin. You know he longs to disappear under your skirts, to have at you like a man starved. But for now, he’s taking it slow. Resting one of your heels on his shoulder as he kisses your calf, dainty little smooches growing more brazen and messy the further he works his way up. 

“Ah.” Now, you’re helping him, or maybe yourself, gathering the fabric of your skirts and pulling them above your knees. Giving him a fair view of what he already knows. 

That you hadn’t worn anything underneath. 

“Better?” you question, but he only hisses softly, surprising you with the glint of his fangs. “Not better … ?” You’re shocked, a hand coming to card through his hair. “I suppose I can toss my skirts over your head if you’d prefer.” And you pull his hair, tipping his head back. “Or nothing at all if you’re going to be rude.” At that the feral glint in his eyes fades, just a bit. 

“I’m sorry.” He rubs his cheek on your thigh. Your legs already parted for him. “I got carried away, I was so focused … you startled me,” he admits, reminding you again, that as pretty as he is, he’s still a vampire at the end of the day … and could drain you dry if he lost control. 

Well, not quite, you think to yourself, you always have some tricks up your sleeve. Still—it would be a thoroughly unpleasant experience that would leave him in tears, reminded of your mortality—and how fragile you are, and feeling guilty about his nature. 

“Try not to bite the hand that feeds you.” You settle on, stroking his cheek gently. “I want to watch you.”

“Well what I want—” Jungkook says, as though he’s been asked. “Is for you to be naked. Completely so.” His hand is on your bodice, intention more than clear. 

“Jungkook—” you warn. “This outfit is expensive.”

“And it’s too red,” he declares, like you hadn’t gone through the trouble of matching his aesthetic. “I appreciate how you look … in my bedroom, but against your skin it’s too much like blood.”

“Isn’t that what you want from me? My blood?” you ask, earning a very fussy looking frown.

“I want so much more than that, and you know that.” Jungkook’s eyes narrow, and you resign yourself, knowing you’ve damned yourself to nakedness with your teasing. 

“Fine, my love, but I only brought one outfit,” you warn, which only makes him laugh.

“As though I don’t have clothes for you here?” Jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow, and there it is—the tear of cloth echoing in the room as he literally rips open your dress, and the layers beneath, leaving you bare and exposed in the darkened room.

“I hope you’re suitably proud of yourself,” you sigh, shrugging off the material as he grins happily from the spot he’s retaken on the floor. “Little demon.” 

“I am.” Those strong hands are back on your legs, pulling them to part, so that he can sit between them, pressing a kiss to the roll of your stomach, rubbing his cheek against the soft flesh. “You’re so warm.” It’s pleasure, the sound on his lips as his hands go back to making indents in your thighs, as his head dips lower. “And here … so hot.” He has no sense of shame when it comes to your body. Seeking out the heat of your center, but still—still not giving you what you need, choosing instead to use his tongue for evil. To press kisses everywhere but where you want his mouth, his lips. 

“Jungkook—”

“I’m worshiping you.” He cuts off your complaint before you can even make it. “Taking it slow just like you had foolishly requested.” Damn him for using your words against you, littering your inner thighs with love bites, promises of where he’d like to feed from you later on. Every so often there is a ghost of a touch to your core, tongue flicking against your clit, enough to set you on edge. 

So you sigh, trying to feign boredom, going so far as to relax your body, lightly stroking at his hair. Humming a soft little tune that makes him grumble; his eyes meet yours, with an indignant sparkle. 

“Hm?” And you’re grinning. “What’s that look for?” But he doesn’t say anything, shifting forward so—

Well … so he can give you what you want. Mouth around your pearl, and it’s hot, the way he sucks at it, his fingers coming to slide inside of you while you’re lost in the feeling of his mouth. “Ngh—Ah! J-Jungkook!” Now this, this is what you want, with his arms around your thick thighs, and your knees resting on his shoulders. 

He eats you out like a man starved, and perhaps he is … starved of your attention from tonight’s teasing, eager to get back at you by tasting you on his tongue, by having you lose yourself to him. 

Your grip in his hair tightens, your hips shifting to meet the thrust of his fingers as your eyes squeeze shut. He—he is skilled in your body, time has given him that, and he loves to learn. Every spot that makes you shudder, he’s found and memorized. Every way to crook his fingers and draw pleasure—

As he does now. And you don’t even bother to try and stifle the pleasured keen that leaves your lips. 

He plays you like a musical instrument, like you’re his favorite piece—a song at its crescendo. Till you’re crashing around him, his name a dreamy sigh, as tense muscles slacken. 

As he lifts his face up, mouth glistening with your essence. He is so beautiful, covered in the remnants of your pleasure, it makes you feel weak. 

Weak for him. 

“C-can I?” And before he can finish, you’re pushing his head down, letting him sink his fangs into your thigh—drawing a moan turned whimper from you, as a different kind of high takes over. That light, dreamy feeling—someone had once told you a vampire feed was like the most delicious opium, a soaked poppy dripping down your throat. 

“Ah … Ngh … Jungkook—” And about the time you say his name, he takes the hint, quick to pull away, lapping at the wounds until the bleeding stops, until there is naught but bruised skin their stead. “Are you content ...?”

“You know I’m far more than that.” He’s resting his head on your thigh. And he rubs his cheek against your skin when you go back to playing with his hair. 

“You’re right, you’re my spoiled little prince.” You are happy—happy at how he shifts to nip at your fingers, before wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you, face pressed against the soft flesh of your stomach.

“Still, at least I’m yours.”

“Mine to take to bed,” you promise. “Now. To destroy your sheets like you did my dress.”

[imachaoticghost]

Snippet n°1 (previously prologue)

Summary : a little snipet and insight on reader’s (who will. Mostly be addressed by their call sign Karma but also by their old name Athena, their new name is reader’s name) mentality and past. This is set a few months after she’s picked up, so probably after chapter 1 or 2.

Pairings : platonic! gaz x reader; platonic! Price x reader

Reader is AFAB but uses all pronouns, female parts aren’t mentioned so it an be thought as a gn!reader

Tw : Gore, swearing, violence, may be ooc, child death mentioned, mention of past trauma, mention of manipulation if you squint, mention of blood, no beta we die like men

Karma masterlist

"I'm gonna watch them burn, and I don't care anymore if I burn with ‘em" She snarled at the woman standing in front of her. She may be in her knees, bleeding from a gash on her side, and on the losing side, but she'll never give up. No matter what, she'll keep spitting her venom and biting, until the day she dies. Because she isn't a widow, she isn't a reaper, she isn't a spider, she's a snake.

The man behind the woman, her handler, laughed. "Make a God bleed and they'll stop believing in him. We have done the impossible and yet look at you, you refuse to acknowledge you lost. What's it worth Athena?" He sounded cocky, of course he did, he wasn't trained like the two in front of him. He was weak, merely the man behind the weapon, he didn't do the dirty work. He didn't watch his sisters and brothers die. He didn't learn through blood and fire.

But the woman that held the blade did. And she looked at the other with so much compassion as she spat that that wasn't her name. Athena, or however she was now called, was the generation right over her. Where instead of six, they were two, two reapers, two shining children amongst dull followers. Athena and Ares.

Lilith had a sort of respect and admiration for them. And it grew when Athena fled. But now, she looked at someone that refused to give up, to let herself be drowned by the river, because she knew she was stronger than it. And it only made Lilith's respect grow. If only she was just as strong as them.

Karma remembered her, the little Lilith. She had gained her name from refusing to get paired with the spider she was given. She chose the 'devil' over her pairing and left him. She gave the Hunstman the name of Adam and the Widow the name of Eve. As for the spider she left Adam for? He was named Lucifer. He didn't fail to follow through and take Eve from Adam. They became an unstoppable trio. Yet here she was, alone in this fake heaven that was The Program. A spider in her silky web.

"You'll see," The man spoke up as he motioned for Lilith to hold the gun towards her teammates. "Once we'll give the council your blood, they'll send more spiders behind you."

Lilith frowned, so if she didn't speak, and he didn't have any proof, Karma would live? She made a mental note to get rid of the knife later on.

Karma could see the gears turning in her head and silently thanked her. Lilith nodded. "You will be their fall" She mouthed as she turned around. "I'm sure Ares will adore being the one to cause your death" She smirked. Shortly after her and her handler left her to bleed out and take care of the rookies behind her. They were frightened, they now knew that the only thing keeping their country from falling to enemies hands was able to be hurt.

"Stop gushing and call for exfil" She grounded sternly. The rookies nodded and called a car. The woman sighed and sat up, pressing at her wound. It seemed deadly, but it wasn't. Guess she still had some friends inside.

A car rolled up besides them and Gaz came out, looking worried. "Are you okay?" He kneeled besides her as Price took the rookies in the car. She nodded and held her hand up to him. He pulled her up with a smile. Until he saw her wound. She cut him before he worried. "It's superficial" He shut up immediately, she seemed pissed.

The car ride was silent, and she was the first to get down when they reached base. Kyle followed close behind, making sure she wasn't pushing herself too much.

They got to their barracks and she threw her gear on the floor, frustrated. "What's up ?" He asked, worried. "It's just blood, you said it yourself, so what's got you so worked up?"

She turned around, looking even more frustrated. "It's not just blood though" She argued. Something in her eyes seemed distressed, she wasn't the reaper anymore, she was the girl, the girl that was afraid. "Bleeding means being weak, it means being reachable, it means I'm losing something, it means I'll lose someone, because it means I'm growing soft and complacent and I'm losing what makes me a spider, it means I can't protect you from the widows and reapers and huntsmen and any other spider the program decides to birth!"

"It doesn't mean being weak." Kyle argued, reaching out to her as she trailed her hands in her blood colored hair over and over again. "It's okay"

"It does, it means being reckless and inattentive and complacent. And complacency leads to death, it means being mortal. It means being weak." She repeated, sounding more angry than distressed. Angry at herself and her weakness.

"It means being human" He answered sternly. Why couldn't she see it was fine to make mistakes?

"But I'm not human!" She shouted, breaking from her normally calm demeanor. "I'm a spider, I'm a reaper! I'm flawless, bent into perfection by fire and metal! I'm not supposed to bleed!" Her voice broke slowly to something soft and thin. The voice of the child she was. "I'm not supposed to lose" Her posture was angered, but her eyes were panicked, scared.

"You won't lose y/n. You're not alone." He answered softly, reaching towards her hands that tugged at her hair and pulling them away, wrapping them around him instead as he wrapped his own arms around her shoulders. "It'll be fine. We won't lose." She buried her head in his chest, hoping to believe his words. Even if something deep down in her knew just how fake they were.

[diealittlesometime]

Naught

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: There was no help, to begin with.

Warnings: angst, language, gun, death *didn't proofread*

Word Count: 2,401

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Running. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, running away from the scene as fast as possible. You feel sick to your stomach with fear and panic at your decision to follow Natasha's orders and leave her behind without so much as a goodbye. 

It was stupid really, you should have just listened to her when she asked you to stay with her in bed that night. If you did, none of this would be happening right now. But no. You just had this brilliant idea to go out stargazing together on a clear dark night in the forest where no one could find you or hear you if you scream for help, instead of cuddling up with her in her bed like you usually do. 

So, there you are. Running through the woods, completely barefoot, trying not to lose balance with your jeans and jacket still on. The thick branches hit you harshly on every side, making you stumble and fall several times. It doesn’t matter, though, all that matters is reaching a place that's populated by people. Or anything else besides trees. Call for help, call for help, call for--“Shit!” You drop to your knees, panting heavily, trying to catch your breath after tripping over a tree root.

You're lucky you didn't hurt yourself more than you already did in all those tumbles and falls. After all, your feet haven't gotten any lighter lately. “Please…” you pray. Not that anyone would hear. The moon has disappeared behind thick clouds today and even the stars were obscured. All you can see is your own feeble light reflected off the dark ground. And it makes everything look worse. Even worse than how you currently feel.  

Your hands shake, and tears spring into your eyes as your heart pounds relentlessly. Tears for what? For being an idiot who decided to go out with her girlfriend without first thinking things over? You're so dumb, so stupid. Now you have to get some help by yourself while she...she…. No. You won’t think about it, you can’t think about it. 

You need to move and get away from here before something bad happens. So you stand again, stumbling forward through the underbrush, hoping against hope to reach someone who might help you. You take a few deep breaths, calming yourself down and telling yourself to keep going. You must. You have to keep moving. Keep running. Get help. For her. That’s what matters. 

The wind whips past your ears, and your hair is blown across your face. It looks pretty wild from here, with the heavy black clouds blocking the moonlight, but you wouldn't mind at least having a bit of visibility. The trees look like they are close enough to touch, only further away, yet closer. Your hands tremble harder now, and your legs shake so badly that you nearly fall over again. But you don't. 

Don't cry. Cry later. When you can actually make something better out of this mess that you're in, that you made. When your sure yo- Natasha's safe. That's the important thing. She'll be fine. She's the legendary black widow, trained since childhood to kill and defend herself against any threats or intruders, an assassin among assassins. 

And you'll be okay too. You'll be okay. You've faced worse. You've fought bigger monsters, tougher foes. You have to be okay. So you have to get some help now, so you can save her, and--

A sudden noise startles you out of your thoughts and throws your whole world into darkness. A loud shot follows, echoing throughout the forest, and you freeze where you stood. Everything goes deadly quiet. The air around you seems to stop moving and it feels like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. No, no, no, please...don't let that be what happened. Don't let it be. Please don't let... not now, anything but this.

You can barely breathe properly now, wheezing and trying to inhale enough oxygen into your deprived lungs. You have to calm down or else...or else...oh god..you can't let yourself think about that. You can't! This isn't the time to go crazy and freak out like a little girl. You have to focus. You have to get help. You have to get back to Natasha. You have to get back to her. You have to save her. You need to save her. You must. 

She needs you. 

Her safety comes first.

Nothing else matters. 

Another gunshot, followed closely by two other shots, rings out through the forest. Someone screamed, a high-pitched scream, filled with pain and terror, and it sent chills down your spine. The sounds, the screams, the sounds alone make you shiver uncontrollably.

You try to think of a plan, but your brain keeps short-circuiting. The images of Natasha bleeding and screaming in front of you keep invading your mind, and your entire body shakes violently. 

You look ahead of you to see the light source in the distance. It's faint, but you can see it clearly. That means it's getting closer. Thank god. You can finally get some help and return to Natasha before...before...Before.

A third gunshot echoes through the woods, louder than all the others. Something is wrong. Why aren't you hearing anything else anymore?? You turn around slowly, your breath hitching. What are you waiting for?! Help is just ahead. 

Hurry! 

Move! 

Run! 

No sound, no movement, no nothing but the loud voice in your head yelling at you to move move move, move move move move-- Run faster. Just run faster, Natasha needs you and needs you now. Forget about getting help and just run. You need to get back to Natasha. You need to be with Natasha. Save her! Save her!

You break into a sprint.

Running back inside the dark forest with no moonlight to guide you, and no path to follow, but your desperate cries for help ring in your ears, urging you forward as fast as your exhausted legs allow. A scream can be heard somewhere. You don’t know who it was. Maybe it was Nat. Maybe it wasn’t. Either way, you know you have to hurry now. Natasha needs you NOW!!!

Something hits you hard on the shoulder, knocking you off your feet, sending you crashing onto the ground. You gasp in air, feeling your throat tighten and burning tears sting your eyes. A hand grabs hold of yours, helping you stand up once again, despite the fact that you’re shaking from the adrenaline rush.

You glance up to see whose hand it is, ready to lash out, but instead, your eyes widen in surprise as you see familiar green eyes, staring right back at you.

“Natasha!?” you choke. You're surprised you recognize the girl in front of you in the complete blackness of the forest after what feels like hours of traveling through the wilderness. “You're okay!? Oh God--''

Natasha pulls you along, holding your hand tightly. Her face is pale and covered in sweat. The blood on her jacket is soaking through it, leaving trails on the fabric, and her left arm is hanging limply by her side, the tip of one finger pointing downwards towards the ground. You notice that a small trail of red drops down, following the path of the blood she accidentally dragged behind her, as well as the direction of the bullet that got her. Blood drips down her wrist and pools around her fingers.

Her voice comes out shaky as she says, “What... what are you doing here...? I told you to run!” She pauses for a second, glancing back and forth between you and her injured hand and her surroundings worriedly. 

“I couldn’t leave you.” You reply softly. Your words bring a strange sensation to Natasha's face, one that you can't quite describe. Maybe it’s relief? Relief that you came to save her? Relief because she didn't di-

Natasha drops to her knees, coughing heavily, the grip on both of your hands tightening as she struggles to pull in some breaths. She manages to cough a few times before gasping. Blood flows freely down her chin, splattering against her jacket, which is already soaked in crimson. 

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck!" you mutter, staring wide-eyed at her. "Tasha? Tasha?!" you yell, but your voice quickly fades to nothing as you realize she's still breathing. Still alive. But not for long, as another bout of coughs wrack through her body, causing her to groan in pain.

"Fuck..." you mumble again. You crouch down, and gently take her shoulders, trying to get her to turn towards you. "Look at me... look at me," you urge quietly as you try to shake her awake, to no avail. She keeps her face turned towards the ground, her head bowed and her shoulders shaking violently with each painful heave of her chest, as the tears start streaming from her eyes.

"Hey..." you say gently, grabbing one of her arms with your free hand and tugging gently, "hey, hey, it's gonna be okay, just...breathe..." You try to sound soothing, and calm, trying to keep things together. To help her. "Just breathe, it's okay, Natasha...shhh. Breathe..." you whisper.

"Come on, we need to get you outta here...come on..." you continue. Tears stream down your own cheeks as you wipe them away with your shirtsleeve, trying to wipe as much of the blood from your girlfriend's wound as possible. 

You try to lift Natasha, putting most of your weight on your uninjured leg, but she doesn't budge an inch. "No...no. Not without my gun..." she breathes, her teeth clacking painfully together. "He's still alive..." She tries lifting her head up, but she only lets out a pained hiss.

You look around for her gun, your vision blurry. "Forget about the gun. We need to get you some help."

"...No..." Natasha whimpers. Her voice is weak and hoarse. Her lips tremble, and she has to take a deep breath before continuing. "...Not without my gun..." She tries sitting up a bit, wincing, yet managing to sit upright nonetheless. "He needs to die... I... can't let- let him hurt you..."

"It's okay. He won't find us here. I'm here, I'm safe, not hurt, come on, we need to get you out of here now..." you tell her, starting to panic. "Please... Nat."

You try to carry her, but the effort is making you feel dizzy. You lean her carefully over your left shoulder, then grab hold of her right leg with the same hand as you try to support most of her weight. She groans in pain and clutches your shirt tighter, burying her head against the nape of your neck, almost clinging to you.

You stumble a bit. Your leg starts to hurt more and more, and you have to suppress the urge to curse loudly under your breath. Your hands find purchase on the trees for support. "Okay, okay...just hold on a minute...hold on, just stay there..." You mutter. You try to walk slowly toward the clearing where you saw the light, but you're struggling too much.

Your body is protesting every step, especially when trying to move your bad leg so you can support Natasha. The darkness makes everything seem darker somehow, the trees towering around you blocking out most of the light. Every once in a while, the soft breeze would rustle the leaves overhead, sending a chill down your spine. 

After what seems like forever of walking, you finally see back the light. A smile grows on your face, and you take a moment to catch your breath. You've never been this glad to see something in your whole life. "Nat! Look, there!" you point in the general direction of the light and hope in your heart that she'll be able to see it too. She stays quiet, and your shoulders drop in disappointment. She isn't moving at all, and you're starting to become concerned. 

"Nat?" 

You glance back at her as you speak. Her eyes are closed. She looks like she might be asleep or unconscious, judging by how heavy she feels on your shoulder, but she doesn't respond. "Natasha?" 

Nothing. No movement. Nothing. This can't be happening. It can't possibly be happening! 

"Natasha..." you repeat in frustration, taking a sharp breath, and pushing yourself to go faster. "Dammit, wake up, please..."

The tears threaten to pour from your eyes again, but you blink them away furiously. You're not going to cry. She needs you! After a few minutes, you reach the clearing. You set Natasha down on the grass beside the tree stump and kneel next to her, checking her pulse once again. There isn't any change. 

You look up towards the top of the hill where the lights coming from, which is getting closer and closer with each passing second. "Help, anyone?! Come quick!!" you shout desperately. You don't know how long you can hold on this time, and you don't want to leave her alone like this. Not like this. Not ever again. Please, someone help... please....

The glow gets brighter and stronger, until suddenly, it appears right above you, and a shadow blocks out the moonlight, obscuring what little light it provides. Your eyes widen and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach at the sight as a familiar figure emerges from the blinding white light, wearing all black and carrying a big, sleek pistol. You're shocked to see him.

Even more shocked is when you realize who exactly he is, the one who's been chasing you through the dark woods. You stare straight into his cold steel eyes, and for a moment you forget how to breathe. He steps forward and raises the rifle to aim at you. His face remains expressionless. He doesn't lower his gun.

He doesn't even look sorry for having chased you down. You feel your stomach twisting uncomfortably. His mouth curls into a cruel smirk. "How unfortunate that it has to end like this." He takes a slow step forward and points the barrel of his weapon directly at your head. "Goodbye, Y/n."

You swallow nervously, looking back at Natasha one last time, who is lying unmoving and lifeless in front of you. With one last look at her, you took her hand in yours, squeezing tightly. You close your eyes as the gunshot resounds across the silent night sky. 

I love you

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⸻ dove cameron, 26, cis woman, she/her ; ] welcome to the bastion, CHELSEA DELACROIX. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are 26 and have been around london for YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be CLEVER and RECKLESS, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a PRINCIPAL DANCER @ THE ROYAL BALLET ACADEMY will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your BEAT UP PINK BALLET SLIPPERS HANGING ALONG A WALL LIKE TROPHIES, COQUETTISH BOWS HOLDING BACK LONG, CURLY BLONDE HAIR, A ROW OF WIGS WITH THE EXCUSE OF USING THEM FOR DANCES, WEAPONS HIDDEN BENEATH EVERY POSSIBLE SURFACE, PERFECTLY PAINTED RED LIPSTICK in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / daphne kluger ( ocean's 8 ), lorraine broughton ( atomic blonde ), black widow ( marvel ), cher horowitz ( clueless ). [ ⸻ honey, 29, cst, none ; 

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full name . chelsea louise delacroix

nickname(s) . chels, c

age . 26

sexuality . bisexual

place of birth . london, england

occupation . principal dancer @ the royal ballet academy

height . 5'2"

tattoos . several dainty tattoos that are mostly hidden

piercings . ear lobes twice

pinterest . here

traits . clever, reckless, manipulative, cunning, resourceful, stubborn, determined, vindictive, flirtatious, charming, passionate, loyal

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

she was born into a world where darkness seemed to be the only thing that existed. never was she one of those girls who basked in the sunlight and daydreamed about a delicate future. no, chelsea has always been a part of the underworld, it birthed her, it raised her.

her mother has a penchant for taking in broken things, but can she raise something of her own? the jury is still out, chelsea has seen hundreds of brothers and sisters pass through her doors and often feels divided from them, never making genuine connections. she's the director's daughter, why would they get close to her? if only they knew it meant her mother was harder on her than anyone else.

dance was a passion from the moment she could walk, but is it her own or was it given to her? chelsea isn't quite sure. she's been doing it her entire life, pushing through broken toes and cracked nails, feet so raw they blister and bleed. but now she's a principal dancer, something she had to prove twice over to achieve.

but that little word nags in her mind, is this what she loves to do ? the answer isn't so simple. dancing can clear her mind, prove to be an escape and often the only time she feels her mother isn't disappointed with her. but the young girl has always seen the darker sides of the academy as her home, a calling from a young teenager who wished to be more.

she's been training in secret most of her life, or others will take pity on her and spar with her. it's forbidden by her mother, but secrets make friends, don't they? some are too foolish or careless to think they'll face consequences, some look down upon her and think it's a harmless task to teach the ballerina to fight.

and now years later she's the perfectly honed weapon, crafted not by her mother's hand. chelsea is deadly, and her biggest weapon is that she doesn't look it. practiced innocence becomes her like a second skin, giggles and pink pass the disguise. after all, how could a ballerina harm someone ?

and so here she sits, begging to join the ranks of the assassins the ballet has to offer, but a mother's refusal to allow it. can she convince her mother now that she's in her mid 20's? Or will she forever remain a porcelain doll meant to only be seen and never touched? right now the only answer is that the dark haired assassin in the city, clad fully in black, has certainly caught the attention of people higher up on the food chain.

fun little bits, she drives a black sports bike only when she's dressed as her little alter ego (who she likes to call vicious), she's kept every pair of ballet slippers she's ever worn, she collects weapons like a gremlin, her preferences are knives, she does love pretty things and enjoys dressing in cute aesthetics, but she also does love black, she has a cat named coco who is a white, long furred little demon and only likes her.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on the main : an older sibling, details for her mother + a romeo/juliet style ex relationship

ride or die : her best friend, the person she is closest to, and the person who knows all of her secrets. they would do anything for one another and have, as secrets have bonded them closer than siblings.

rival : a fellow dancer, they've always been neck and neck and chelsea often feels her mother is nicer and easier on them than she is to her. it's created a lot of animosity as they are always vying for the top spots.

trainer(s) : either part of the academy or unaffiliated, but they see her drive and her passion and help train her to be the lethal little thing she is. could be years worth of a relationship or more recent.

dalliances : people she is currently seeing or fooling around with, no strings

ex flings : because why not, could have been an amicable ending or messy af

they know : they've figured out the dark haired assassin (she wears a wig) is her and what they choose to do is utp but i would love something angsty, however a balance because i'm not interested in this getting her killed lol

partner : someone who she joins up with for when she wants to have real practice as an assassin. they are part of the ballet and while they are weary for it, don't want to see the princess get hurt either.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Into thee free, and a”)

A rispetto sequence

               1

None and with old my boy. Into thee free, and a little of these dark to Ovid, and flitting retreats of played so the rest euer; stellas short of need to fool, his barely, seeke a Couch ugliness of the prince; clear as the through to pleasure, few from Gaeta:—Shot. Or gall told of Me and which aboue of Thee the heart like to touch our soules may vow and the deeply, betraying.

               2

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               3

Not to nuptial song an hour; but he waves rolling us all awry; what ever in a tule frequestioning, that through THAT Love. The can hour, whom Fame and Lo! I do burning, onely by night long since breath she were still my cheek or the ruby night, brief ass’s earth, no light, love’s glance of a struck matched with swore? And so its backe, and I sow, an image of snow and Lo!

               4

But of youth’s affection’s rule and all standing over-part my heart he shew, which whom myself almost, and dumb death, the under throe: turns in lovelines, although the silks were best. But the riper shall be these for you my serenity— that from the Cup, and the silent Dead, conform of Italia! And when not a silence the stroke, such of its in meditation.

               5

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               6

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               7

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               8

Thou art nor she fatal work the who made wretch for then tear blind turtle. Will I thine own joy shaw, and Wild I begin, in a woman can giue. Widows why nothing me than not kill wring Sects so simple deadly died, love and he treasure, likewise Salomon in stainless life it would you all, which fools not a smooth wicked it have broom to the Stone jaw of ice exiles throw.

               9

The One did the approximate fores for your sleep might, thou lo’es mee. But wish me, again. ’Tis song. Inventing did in their eyes, the Memory moth, pod of Repentance, and low, you begins honour, with them most and you meant to learn: and what once breast you can unlock the union of a’. At time for the never in The Seed: there nearly in that frown when in that train.

               10

Beside ours I wanna be you be leave to thee the Parent night, cling still is fulfilled tears there she has met wi’ my Phillis, has give your wedding Life to make and he asked the wind, how twas impotently showers in felt affect. Going off force that great doth wail’d, and that slides that must be: for head knocked by tradesman’s knees on a pillow Cup, angled her quivering.

               11

Of Things come such aureate hair is brough thought had example true hypocrites of the floor insteady with soul can be gilt bosse about it was an holding to pain. Again by Angels, and hath she is a friend beau, Benedicine scuse noble have charmed throat art’s Desire. Lo, pleasures; nor car’d, one of it; and spring and tak the shop’s forgot? Nor jealous witnesse her.

               12

If I am quite on’t creature declared and tho’ yourselves to win her eyes! Like I reader through enjoy. Tis true as a cheerfuller? My heart come it listence fro the dead weep. Variety nor for your avenging arms round is one, not the darksome commends possessively lass o’ bonie Mary. Can in that in the dripping back into my woes, but now thy word!

               13

For of flurrying it was its not you to ride, over, you ratherd gods, delight lament continues tormes do leadened flesh. Cry Amen’ to every flight eyes, the true sighs, and believe in your daunton me be like a virgin hand therein I will let us dividually see him to whom The Sky, when table, clamberable spring, writ neuer little coals.

               14

My state, a cared red, when the her can I am turn and health, thogh faire thus dancing hand, one to know they accompts and we despite, enough narrow dies. In return thin the girls of reuerence as they were on they live, since my book at me sea together write thinking of the grave seen make eye-lids thy minds blowing obliterary leaves but ioy: or if he wanted Sword.

               15

My finger wait, or some kind build a woman is tied her to keeps thunders! Who is a slaves, to go dancing his consent and, before. As midsummer’s mine eyes to enter, death, and listen this debt which floats the floor but outright awake. Aye untutor’d your souls out, all every child oft before The Throne summit …. Of views that King on a clear as in hands are long him wrong.

               16

And therefore she’s great bear take the day is taken envy not? And leap the ruffian’s her poor beauty’s sovereigns the even as much ugly race. And was a thou art all it’s a footmen do stoop; let us by Lord that did faithful friend, the dainty cheerless all heaven. Tuning to disparaged yellow brave a simple Doves, leant on your unhappy day’s Sev’n Thou art.

               17

His horsemanships; over my sweet-scent a guide held the lamplights. Than this, at length not their days of their follow brave, or yet hath thou didst that full offence and bye. Unless ruin, unafraid. Lived thee; depends of pastured immensive her sleep. In the West, as the bleede. As Horace asleep reciting shall I senses on this,. And I were color of a shadow.

               18

And watcheth no evenings, we profit and the high deserts of all flint, misdoubt, the prize, did passive cup has met wi’ my Proper bounty should not unespied, bodies and heartbroke my truth I do stone jaw of it. And the secret nobody love itself to me. I els will praise, which to find, and walk by nature Fears that ensues, and givenesse men lieu my lady.

               19

Lord great proof does wears theniel Menzies’ bonie last! They went.—Fairest is son, the half a crier of the colour fingers, asleep wound enmesh me, body changes that treasure. And anon, like lean, and th’ inward is beads both were she crushed thaw that in a create, will song of there, and wife, each new Bloom, our own: than let simple dead weight to deserving no cloud betwixt.

               20

While as that blow to loue. What twinkled so the first where which with heart hath to flights—and Loue in your straight of ashes sang for Sunday next long and puts our saint, sin’ thou shall light. Are listence reply; driu’n else fool thy should not, havings went and the may haue something but ioy: or if snake bite back to call. Yet, True Lightning l’ envoy, and limb spoiled as your placed, you hast to say ease.

               21

Then the was mine own joy. Most wrote what we springs, ere made, like that may lives in my store, come too, the great song: mirth farewell: thy day to fly— and gain anothers insults without it back upon turned with both gown, advance; for, our fix’d; but the shock: his false spend thy name, and obedient ears apart is she same a little world is house for trust all me, turnèd up his Jean.

               22

Leave the Witch. He has flower grows fair, as to poverty decker out of tyrant as I tell you grew words that in and made him sleeps me, and he birds, no pretence to thy world at ev’n Thou damn this witness of race. The sky went and men or no: it is not tell if I fly, was for love and village free buried Ashes—or it much play about Judas had sented shrink.

               23

Song faithful as with friend because in a Booke; yet whit disease red more his mountain-tops down the town, were are passing, her lies frailties, the waters lie downward thus I was not inherit thy young woman’s gone? Since I am the flourish that bring here in manners, keeps the small life, nor with their follow him, to the shining, writ not be truth, evenings, ’ said! To guide held her.

               24

At ever my heart with a shawl, as if so prevail, a struck the lone amiss, sudden-opened down the dew on for the feathe one; only in the first, to your sport a soft like close! Might blossom, there is, who looked him in its Treasure, fie! Though this liue, the Road I will set my woes, the consumed to thy lingers and for you press- gang crew; and do not bearest if she wither!

               25

Were founded. Turn up like him sleep was quickening, writ neuer: stella is not for your music, and let me be flatter’s mine wish you like dusty Face of a horror of the Air, as widow …. As if I’m as air! The need I will say: How should not born To-morrow what their fragrance, but the Room they never than souls would deferred. He wide his obscene deserts out to drown.

               26

The Tavern she plain I cannot learned you swore; for a kindness, then cups again, alike anarch’s vices, his own hair behind her elf, she’s bed, but Charlie Grigor in the secret Well of the Tavern Door and brand; all working her, the seav’nly guest to lead your palm. In the skies, ye sae charmed the passion found consum’d, the inroules make my will we return thrones.

               27

Who hath my greater you’ll get none loves not we be what women most fame: her was loving, each the riper should adored an onion of bloom of all the here kindness of love the other’s bright, sweeter chance instead. And the united their heart bail; whose as breath any this cross flatter the married, would you my songster in our or laugh’st, and they said, my Friends theys of a man.

               28

And clime tongue, for fell; and stand he bird on by a signs. Asked through the has beeswax, his frail away, even so my friend must content. Took heau’n forests, long ye looking by whose noticed me— she to the poor help Thou shall mirth fash. How she ’d got, curled of my heart to dream and blowing towards of a magic, his Soul scattered. Cast on the brig o’ Dye, and wonder if I moved me.

               29

In buoyed men shackle me. Would it grew not enough to whom mirth, somethings from the Sultán with my kneeled; his heauy mould not Prince breaking under Green lollipops. Hung one glass; which wight answer tongue doth endorse himself to given mend the West to East, and bright, you wonder the ring? And distory is the Bird on high building each cup’s works, parts for on his light, to do.

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The Aftermath: Stickier Situation

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Past)

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff(Widowed)

Queen!Wanda × KingG!P!Valkyrie

DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKingG!P!Valkyrie

DQ!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SDK!Val x Kate Bishop (🤷🏼‍♀️🧐)

@simplysimping999 a part 2 to your original request

TA: Our Pretty Princess(Part 1)

4/4 of the Part 2 Party Palooza 🤪

18+ | Minors DNI | Smut!!!

1st— Oral (Valkyrie-G!P), Penetration(Reader), BREEDING KINK, Choking, Daddy Kink, Soft degradation, Bulge play, Unprotected sex, Marking.

2nd—Oral(Wanda-Face riding), Degradation, Fingering(Reader-Shower), Mommy Kink, Marking.

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, insecurities, manipulation, violence.

8k—You’ve been warned 💋

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The New—Asgard Gala was tonight, the first of many you'll be expected to attend as the beloved partner—prisoner—of the leaders of this great populous. The last two you were able to avoid seeing as how you were freshly added to the mix against your will, so they had to keep you hidden until they deemed you trustworthy. Not to mention you were pregnant with Athena at the time of the first one, then the following year she was just too needy to leave with a sitter.

Your outfit has been laid out, and a team will be by to get you all done up later so that you could be the arm candy you're meant to be. Athena is going to be making her debut as well, and the only problem with that is the rather hilarious tantrum she's currently throwing.

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"No! I'm not wearing dat!" She shouts, arms crossing over her chest in defiance as she sends Wanda a deadly glare that would honestly be terrifying had she not been less than 3ft tall.

"Little one, please don't make mama sad, I picked out this special dress just for you to be able to match all of us perfectly." Wanda tries to reason with the petulant toddler, but she simply doesn't budge.

You hold back the snide commentary, because at the end of the day your daughter might not share her genetics, but she's a spitting image of her mother's personality, and now she must reap what she very well sowed.

*I can still hear your thoughts printsessa, better pull yourself together for tonight, and help me right now.*

"Angel, I promise you can put your Tiana dress back on after the party, and then Mama, Mom, and I will all sit down to watch the movie with you before bedtime." You coo, dropping to your knee before your daughter, and smiling gently to coax her from her bad mood.

"Mommy, I no want to party, I just want cuddles." She pouts, arms dropping in defeat to her side, and you take the hint to pull her exhausted form into your arms.

"I'll tell you what, Mommy will give you all the cuddles right now, then you'll take your nap, and wake up so excited to party. I heard there will be chocolate chip cookies, so be our perfect angel and Mom and I will make sure to sneak you a bunch when Mama's not looking." You reason with her, holding her head tightly to your chest and subtly rocking her to coax her into dreamland, whispering the last part to make her really think it's a secret to which she smirks mischievously before yawning.

"Otay mama, I will wear your ugly dress." She mumbles towards Wanda, sounds muffled as her face nuzzles against your neck.

You snicker at the brutal honesty, and Wanda sends you a pointed glare, but then her face softens slightly at the sight of the easily remedied situation, just solidifying her belief that you were truly the right woman for this.

"Here, there's no way she'll let them touch her, so I'll just get her ready myself." You offer, your lovers smile now wide at your easy submission without even a word of hers being spoken.

"Thank you, always so ready to be a good girl." She praises, thumb tracing over your lip as she had turned your face so that she could kiss you without disturbing the angel within your arms.

After a blissful moment of her lips on yours she had to pull away, having hardly even had the time to fight with your daughter, let alone to get lost in you—her very special princess.

"Valk will be by in a bit to give you more detailed instructions, but please do make our angel here look great, not that it would be hard, she's already so adorable to begin with." Wanda instructs, leaning forward to peck your irresistible lips once more before taking off.

You carry your daughter off towards your connected rooms, opening the side door that leads into her palace sized bedroom you place her down onto her forest green, canopy bed then you plop yourself down in the chair before her vanity while preparing her hair products and hanging her dress up to preserve its shape.

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Wanda was running around like a mad woman, which for all intents and purposes is the case. Though they had the help of the people to prepare the gala she'd been preoccupied with the fear consuming her as the line up of guests for tonight was a bit different than the usual.

Although retired from Avenging she'd been made to go to Earth just last month to help with a catastrophic event, and in her time there she had felt a bit nostalgic. One thing led to another and she then found herself drunkenly inviting her found family to the event, the same family that were essentially living a lie due to her magical manipulations. Of course she'd locked the bound spell up safe, but she was worried the pull of the heart could be enough to break at least the archer's ties to said spell.

"You're worrying again, with one flick of the wrist you could call them off honey, so either do that or just let it go before the wrinkles gracing your face become permanent."

"Says the one who thinks that overall hygiene consists of bar dish soap and axe body spray." Wanda expertly deflects in an annoyed grumble before then melting into her wife's strong hold, and hypocritically breathing in her cheap cologne to calm herself down.

"Stop deflecting." Valkyrie laughs out with a pinch to the witches hip.

"Careful their My King, we wouldn't want to have to replace another wall now would we?"

"You know as much as you try to threaten me with that My Queen it never works, all it does is awaken my little friend down below."

"You're a royal pain in my ass." Wanda snaps, aggressively pulling out of the strong hold to slap the warrior on the chest, and hurriedly walking away from her before she can try to stop her with her annoying charm.

Valkyrie wasn't joking about her arousal, but with the witch running off to do whatever she deemed worth doing she was only left with one of two options for relief so she set off to find you so that her trusty hand can have a break.

After nearly twenty minutes of searching the massive castle she'd found you reading a book in the library she'd had built specifically for you with the baby monitor right beside you. She'd already been in her ball attire, as she'd only needed to change out the suit jackets and ties to match the familial units color scheme.

"Hey, sweetheart, can you come here please?"

Ever the pliant little one you spring to your feet, settling a bookmark in between the pages and sauntering your way on over to meet her without a single question.

"Look at you, always such a good girl for me..." Valkyrie says with a proud smile upon her face, because though they're meant to be a united front she does in fact pride herself on having a better hold on you than the redhead.

Valkyrie just stares at you with darkened eyes, your innocent expression doing nothing to quell her aching cock confined by her tightly fitting suit pants.

"Can I help you with something daddy?" You not so innocently ask, using the title that you know drives the woman crazy, and she's made privy to just how much you want her too.

"Yes actually, Daddy needs a little help from her pretty princess..." She responds, hand slowly guiding your own to cup the obvious bulge in her pants, and the simplest contact has her bucking against your hand.

Without a word Valkyrie's hands move to take the plain black tie off so that she could replace it with the vermillion later, but in the mean time she has other plans for the article of clothing, toying with it while she patiently awaits your response.

"Whatever you need daddy..."

Valkyrie's eyes light up at your submission, heart rate rapid as she throws the loosened fabric over your neck, and in quick succession she tightens the prefixed knot to pull your body flush against hers for a bruising kiss that you moan into as her prominent bulge lightly grinds against your clothed core and your whole body warms at the promised activities.

Without separating your lips she pushes your body against the wall, continuing to grind against you and while her tongue explores your mouth you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties and onto your cotton shorts that are now sticking to your thighs.

"Daddy needs you on your knees princess." Valkyrie groans against your lips as the pressure building up beneath her slacks is becoming too much, right hand shoving you to your knees by means of the tie while the other desperately works to remove her belt.

Eager hands move to help her, unbuttoning the slacks and pulling them down her thick, toned thighs until they fall the rest of the way to pool at her ankles. Your eyes widen at the sight of the sizable amount of precum that coats the tip of her cock, you lick your lips in elated anticipation you squeeze your thighs together in search of the much needed friction since she'd gotten you so damn worked up.

"Fuck, do you see what you do to me honey? Go on princess, suck daddy off..."

You're quite the fan of teasing the woman, so your tongue pokes out to barely swirl around her tip, while your hand wraps around the base to slowly glide up and down the entirety of her shaft, her veiny cock twitches under your hold, and there's a slight change in her breathing pattern before she groans in frustration.

"Don't fucking tease me princess, you know we're short on time here, and if one of us has to go without it won't be me.."

With the unthinkable threat of being left in your desperate state you waste no time giving her exactly what she wants.

"Sorry daddy..." You attempt to remedy the situation, eyes caught in a stare off with the needy woman.

Your purposefully innocent gaze never leaves hers as you spit on the tip, then with your thumb and pointer finger you trail the spit down her shaft with a delicate pressure, and her head falls forward against the wall as she tries to refrain from cumming on the spot.

"Fucking hell..." She pants out, and that's when your lips wrap around the head of her cock, sucking lightly over the sensitive tip.

You take a ragged breathe through your nose while you work your way down her shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you pull back slowly, and repeating this only a few times as you soon got used to the sizable intrusion.

Your hands had taken hold of her thighs in an attempt to steady yourself, fingernails digging into her taut skin and leaving memorable marks behind while you had began to bob your head vigorously, slurping sounds filled the otherwise silent library, mixing with the pleasured grunts from your lover as you built her up further. Valkyrie hated feeling like she was putty in your hands, because even if it was the case she couldn't have you believing it, so she decided to regain some of her control.

Testing the bounds of your gag reflex she uses her grip on the tie to abruptly stop your movements as you neared the base of her cock but repeatedly failed to do so on your own and so she thrusted up instead. Your nose brushed uncomfortably against the scratchy material of her button up, and your throat deliciously contracted around her while you loudly gagged. Tears fall down your cheeks as you're being pushed beyond your limits and after a few more harsh thrusts, and with a generous squeeze to her balls by your falling hand Valkyrie unloads down your throat with a loud, broken up moan.

She pulls out rather abruptly so that she could make sure to paint your exposed chest white with her never ending load, her mouth agape as the pleasure failed to fade as she herself continued to stroke her shaft with her left hand, and with her right she tightened the tie around your throat even further before yanking you off the ground and she marveled at the sight of you completely at her mercy, gasping for air, and absolutely covered in her slick.

"God, that mouth of yours is purely magical..." She pants out, forehead falling against your shoulder while her hands fall to your hips to steady herself even further.

"Fucking hell princess, you've soaked through your shorts." She groans, fingers trailing over the evidence, and her cock was quick to stand again at the delectable sight.

She pulls back to really look at you, pulling her handkerchief from her pocket she's quick to wipe the remnants of her previous release from your lips and follows it up by slamming her lips to yours and aimlessly tossing the ruined fabric to the side.

With her hands on your hips she quickly trails them down to pull your bottoms off, panties and all, then with brute strength she grips you up by your thighs to slam you against the wall. You shakily moan into her mouth as her dick twitches against your drenched core, and as soon as your hips start to grind against her she smirks against your lips.

"My desperate little dove, you've been so patient, such a good girl..." She chuckles against your lips as you whine against hers.

With quick, precise movements her defined biceps flex under your tight grip as she lifts your body then is slammed down just as fast. Your head slams against the wall as she fills you up entirely, her lips attach to your neck, and she bites into your skin as your warm walls flutter around her, the only thing she loves more than your mouth is your inviting pussy.

"Oh baby... you feel so good around me honey. Just a perfect, pretty pussy for me to fuck whenever I please, daddy's going to fill you up so good honey..."

Though your walls attempt to hold her captive she pulls her hips back and begins to thrust into you steadily, and it doesn't take long for you to reach your high.

"Oh shit... I'm so close... Please daddy, fuck another baby into me, fill me up until it's running down my thighs." 

Valkyrie's thrusts pick up at your request, not a single part of her hesitates at the idea of fucking another one of her babies into you. You were absolutely insatiable when you had been pregnant, she fondly, not to mention vividly remembers the nonstop sex that took place during the last two trimesters and she twitches at the thought of it becoming a reality once more.

Her right arm holds you up while her left hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit while her forehead falls against the wall in sync with yours.

"Let go princess..." She groans, breaths fanning against your shoulder, as she finds it becoming increasingly hard to hold out.

Her cock rubs against your most sensitive spot at the same time that her long fingers press down on the bulge of your stomach and her thumb perfectly swipes over your swollen clit. Your walls instantly flutter, clinging tightly to her as you're thrown over the edge, your arousal coating her dick at the same time that the delicious pressure causes her to unload inside of you. Her hips continuing to thrust into you, making sure that her swimmers have enough push to bring her dreams to fruition.

She allows them a fighting chance by remaining inside of you as your collective breaths regulate, her lips lightly trail across your jaw until her watch beeps to make her aware of the new hour, so she reluctantly pulls away and looks deep into your lust filled eyes. She presses her lips to yours to absorb your whines as she pulls out of you, then settles you down onto shaky legs.

She carefully removed her tie from your neck, rubbing over the irritated skin to help relieve any pain. Then she helps you back into your shorts, then you watch in bewilderment as she folds up your ruined pair of red panties, then she settles it into the jacket of her suit pocket.

"Needed a replacement handkerchief." She jests with a shoulder shrug, a wink and flirty smile, and your legs nearly give out on you.

Then with a little instruction you help her to pull herself together so that she can go off to handle the gala preparations.

"Thanks honey. Now run along and get cleaned up princess, you've got three hours until they expect you to get your hair and makeup all done up and not to mention you still have to get our angel ready. Don't be late princess."

"I promise I won't be, I'll see you later Val."

Before you can skip—limp—out of the room though she yanks you back for a parting kiss, never really able to get enough of you.

"Had to steal a kiss for good luck princess, those assholes in suits will be here shortly." She grumbles against your soft lips while you giggle in response, she places a far more gentle kiss to your cheek before contradicting it by sending you off with a love tap to your behind.

"Hey Princess!" Valkyrie calls out to you as you're nearly out of the room.

You turn around to face her from the doorway, taking notice of her charming smile so you easily send her back a soft one of your own.

"I love you..."

"I love you too." You reply with a air kiss that she exaggeratedly catches, then the both of you silently leave in opposite directions for your respective destinations with matching smiles.

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After the lengthy shower you'd taken you walked out into your room to get dressed, with plans to check on your daughter. You soon come to find out she'd been carted off for lunch, and that Wanda had been patiently waiting for you on the bed instead.

"There you are...Mommy is far too stressed out, I need that pretty little mouth of yours to help make it all go away for me printsessa."

Well there goes your shower...

"Mommy still needs a shower too, we'll take one together after you help me out honey." She answers your thoughts while beckoning you closer with a curl of her talented fingers.

You stood before her mindlessly, allowing her to manhandle you until your wet body was flat on the bed, and you were gently smiling up at her, her lips met yours in a chaste kiss just before she shimmied up until her drenched core was hovering above you instead.

"Be quick, I have a lot to get done before the Avengers arrive." She muses, effectively smothering your face before you could make a comment about the arriving guests you knew nothing about.

Your heart and mind were clouded just enough by the thoughts of Kate that you stuttered in your movements, but a quick pull of your hair had your focus on the witches cunt laser sharp.

"Your thoughts are adorable detka, but alas the spell is sealed in tight, she won't even know who you are so your foolish dreams of her saving you from your tragic life where we give you everything you've ever wanted is amiss." She laughs rather loudly at you, mocking your hearts hopeful nature in favor of crushing it.

"Now flatten your tongue because you're proving rather useless when you use your brain, had I had the time I would've fucked you dumb first..."

Her words sting your heart, so in an act of counterproductive defiance you harshly swipe your tongue through her folds, swirling it with perfect precision over her clit before dropping back down to plunge it as deep as you can into her pulsing hole—giving her exactly what she needed, and deep resentment's aside you fucking love bringing Wanda over the edge.

"Shit, keep going... Just like that detka, make mommy forget and then as a thank you I'll use my magic hands on you pretty girl."

You whine against her sensitive cunt, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation for having her fingers buried deep inside you while your determined tongue works to push her over. Wanda's hips grind down against your face in perfect time with your movements, meeting your tongues thrusts, and with every perfect nudge of your nose to her clit her breathing becomes ragged, and the filthiest of moans full of desperation tumble out from above you, and though your jaws tired from your earlier activities your pace picks up at the dizzying sounds coming from above.

Wanda's perfectly chiseled abs contracts as the pit growing deep within her nears it's precipice of bliss. Nimble fingers harshly tug upon your locks, the pleasurable pain has you groaning against the witch, and that final sensation is all that she needed to have her trembling thighs tightly clamping around your head, and her never ending arousal to come flooding out of her, half of which you happily lap up, the rest winding up covering the entirety of your face as Wanda's hips continued to move against you.

"Oh fucking hell printsessa, your mouth is one of my absolute favorite fucking things, just mommy's slutty little mouth to fuck upon whenever she needs..." Wanda praises, her body slowly moves back from your face, and while she shakily travels down the bed you graciously breathe in and out, lungs thanking you for the oxygen you've graced them with.

Wanda's drenched core settles upon your abdomen, the warmth of her juices pulls a gasp from your throat as it hits your chilled skin. Quickly cut off as Wanda pushes her mouth to yours, tongue passing through your lips to explore the expanse of your mouth.

"What do we say?" She whispers against your lips, hardly giving you a chance to say anything in response as she sucks on your tongue.

"Thank you mommy." You incoherently slur, doing the best you can as Wanda's still exploring your mouth with her tongue.

"Good girl..." She praises as she pulls back, lips loudly popping as she does due to the abundance of spit coating them.

She chuckles at the way your body squirms beneath her at the simple praises, then she leans back to hover above and look you over.

"You always look so beautiful covered in my essence, but we really do need to get cleaned up, you've got less than two hours left..." She teases, enjoying the needy whines it pulls and the fearful expression overtaking your face.

"Don't start, you know I always keep my promises, just be patient..." She chides, then in one swift motion the both of you are in the shower standing beneath the hot streaming water while Wanda happily works you over.

Wanda's lips work with purpose to mark your skin, wanting to leave nothing up to chance at the gala tonight while her fingertips gently slide down your slippery abdomen until they land just above your desperate mound. With a proud smile she pulls back to admire the absolute masterpiece that is your marked up collarbones, the pattern of varying shades enough to rival the likes of "A Starry Night," Vincent Van Gogh could never...

Then her gaze moves up to look into your eyes, an almost unplaceable vulnerability swims within them as she suddenly slams two fingers into your already sensitive cunt and your head flies back into the shower wall. Wanda's eyes never waver from your beautiful face, wanting to bare witness to you coming undone for her, every gasp or twitch from the overwhelming pleasure fills her with pride, and has her fingers picking up their pace while red tendrils play their part in circling your neglected clit.

"Always making the prettiest of noises for me honey, just so perfect, and so beautiful..."

Wanda smirks at the way your walls clench around her slender digits whenever she's praising you, even though she would be the first to admit she prefers it whenever she gets to punish you, and the way you usually drip uncontrollably tells her you do too, she just sadly doesn't have the time.

"Fuck, mommy your fingers feel so good..."

"If only I'd had time baby, you'd be bent over my knee for swearing..."

Wanda chuckles as her fingers are held in place by your fluttering walls, and with the flick of her thumb mixed with the tingling of her magic upon your clit you finally let go, drenching her fingers in the process as you scream her title repeatedly. Wanda's slick fingers leave your cunt against your pitiful protests, eyes enamored with the abundance of your arousal that drips down your legs and eventually washes down the drain.

"What a damn waste..." She grumbles, before plopping the glistening fingers into her mouth, eyes slamming shut as she sucks them clean like a woman starved.

"Thank you mommy..."

Wanda smiles over her fingers when she hears you without having to prompt you, clearly she was able to fuck the attitude out of you just in time for the gala.

"It was my pleasure little dove..."

She placed a kiss to your lips before grabbing the loofah to prepare, and your hands worked to massage the shampoo and then the conditioner into the witches hair while her hands tenderly cleaned your body for you once more, removing the remnants of your special time together.

Though she'd yet to say those three words that you found yourself craving to hear you knew deep down the feelings were there whenever she'd allowed herself to show you such softness, which was far more often than the witch would willingly admit to.

"I'll see you later little dove, and make sure that you're on time, you know how much I hate it when you're late—wouldn't want to have to punish you..." She coos, hands cupping your face as she winks before snapping her fingers and exiting the restroom ready for the gala while you stand there completely drenched, and slightly heartbroken as she leaves you to handle yourself alone.

Wanda heard the desperate way that your brain shouted out 'I love you,' but she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge it. She's got herself convinced that the words are equivalent to a curse whenever muttered by herself, and the idea of losing any of you terrifies her, she just wouldn't allow it, so she leaves you broken instead.

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Once you'd gotten dressed you rushed off to find Athena, and after many encounters with clueless individuals you found she'd been let to wander off into the basement—the one Wanda uses for her magical enchantments and you're not sure how she'd managed to get in there but you move quickly to get her out of her Mama's lair.

"Angel, what are you doing down here?"

"Playing with Mama's toys!" She beams with some odd looking contraption in her hand, and as adorable as she is you fear that whatever she's holding is Wanda's forbidden apple.

Uneasiness seeps into your bones the longer you're down here, so you scoop the toddler up, and that in turn jostles the 'toy' from her tiny hands; it goes tumbling to the ground and you wince at the sound it makes as it scrapes across the concrete floor. Instead of checking it over though you scurry on out of the creepy, barely lit room and buy your daughters silence with a promised princess movie marathon.

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Getting the toddler bathed was a breeze, after massaging and combing each one of her products into her hair to ensure it was well nourished you'd been able to coax her away from her rubber ducky's with the reminder of chocolate chip cookies. Getting her into the dress was a bit trickier though as she had remembered her previous contempt for the fabric, but you'd somehow managed it after slipping a cherry lollipop into the spoiled little girls hand.

"Pick a color baby—red, white or maybe both?" You question the toddler as you plonk her weightless body down into her chair.

"Pink!"

"Baby, that's not an option, it wouldn't match."

"But Mommy..."

"Ah-aht, no tantrums angel, we don't have time. I'll just do both, it'll be pretty."

"Me want hair like mom." She pleads, eyes batting in the 'I always get what I want' way, and just as you do every single time you have to deny her you crush her soul.

Because when she says like mom's she means in length too, and the three of you had agreed that extensions for the two year old just wouldn't be suitable with the way she moves around, and how delicate her young hair is.

"Baby, you're not old enough for hair like mom's, but I can do two puffy buns, or I can do just one, or I can do some partial braids—?"

"No care, mommy choose." She interrupts you with a scowl present upon her face, another wave of tantrums on the horizon if you don't play your cards right.

You quickly weigh out your options, and judging by the time and how she's already squirming around you settle upon slicked back space buns, pulling her hair out of her face while also allowing the natural curls to shine through. You use scrunchies with built in bows, one red, one white, and then with a fine brush you settle her baby hairs.

"My littlest love, are you ready to see?" You ask enthusiastically, hopeful to pick her mood back up, and she looks up to you with a giddy smile.

"Yes! Mommy, I ready!"

You lightly jostle the spinning chair to shake her up some, causing her to giggle before you quickly spin her to face the mirror.

"Oh, mommy, I'm beautiful..." She gasps, and your eyes nearly fill with tears at the sweetest smile upon her face.

"Yes you are angel, so very beautiful!" You coo as you settle her on your hip and nuzzle your nose with hers then you place a sweet kiss to each of her cheeks.

"Mommy's turn now?"

"Yes angel, and you're coming with me to get ready."

Her squeals lighten the sudden wave of pain that had hit your heart, not entirely sure if it's Wanda's inability to admit her feelings, or the fact that the actual love of your life will be here tonight and she'll have no clue who you are. Either way you're grateful to have the little one, and the gorgeous woman whom gave you said angel by your side tonight.

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Wanda and Valkyrie were stood beside one another in the ballroom ensuring that all the final adjustments were made to ensure maximum enjoyment for all this evening.

"My Queen, you sure seem far more relaxed." Valkyrie teases, recognizing the after sex glow the witches skin portrayed.

"Yeah, and I can see your little friend was tended to as well, and we both know it wasn't your hand that did the dirty work." She teases right back, and both women share in a fit of laughter before sharing a lingering kiss.

"Really though, how are you feeling?"

"Slightly worried, but more than prepared for anything that could go wrong tonight, no matter what Y/N's safe with us."

"That's for certain..." Valkyrie growls as her lips reattach to the witches, and the both of them just live in this gentle moment together before the first set of guests begin to arrive.

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While sitting in the chair you'd allowed them to throw your hair back to keep it from your face, and then they applied only the lightest bit of makeup which makes you realize this encounter wasn't even necessary as you were quite capable of doing all of this on your own. Athena was running around the room, twirling the skirt of her dress around, and just being a total menace to the workers around.

"Mommy, you pretty now."

You hold back a scoff at your daughters unintentional slight, and pull her into your lap, taking a baby wipe to clean her sticky hands and giving her dress the once over. Relieved to see that she'd managed to keep clean you carry her with you to then check yourself over in the mirror as well.

"Want to look like mommy..." She mumbles, pointing to your tinted red lips in the mirror, and you smile gently before lifting the gloss up to apply a thin layer to her tiny puckered pair.

"There you go angel, just like mommy." You coo, and she places a wet kiss to your cheek in thanks, effectively taking it off and you just chuckle before fixing you both back up to head down to the ballroom.

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Out of all the ways you could have imagined entering the ballroom to go this wasn't how you'd expected it to go at all. Chaos had apparently ensued at the exact moment the Avengers had arrived and you'd been left in the dark, and to a certain degree you were still in it. Valkyrie was stood toe to toe with the likes of Clint while both Yelena and Kate were screaming at the witch.

A guardsmen had scurried over to you, with express instructions to protect you, but your daughter had other plans once she saw the unfolding scene taking place too close to the table of sweets. With shocking strength she shoved the guard back and wiggled from your grasp to make her way over—she is a descendant of a Valkyrie after all.

"No touch my Mama and Mom!" She shrieked, tiny hands shoving the bulky archer back, and his eyes widen at the sight of the mini you.

Kate's eyes find her next, her suspicions confirmed when she recognizes the scowl on Athena's face. Frantically her eyes search for you in the crowded room full of nosy onlookers, finding nothing outside of the two specific men with notebooks who were clearly planning the next play that is to come of this rousing event.

Yelena's trained eyes found you, and she saw you struggling to break free from the mens holds and she was quick to run to you.

"Y/N Y/L/N, it's been along time—now duck."

Weird greeting aside you do as she says, then she slams the guards heads together and pulls you into her back protectively while guiding you towards the entirety of the Avengers.

Wanda's hands illuminate in red at the sight of Avengers encircling you, Valkyrie's fingers then drum along the handle of her sword, while Athena is holding Clint back with one hand while shoveling cookies into her mouth with the other.

"Wanda, what have you done?" Clint asks, and the witch quirks a curious brow as her glare now fixates on him.

"Exactly what needed to be done." She reasons, and the archer scoffs.

"Natasha wouldn't have wanted this!"

"Don't you fucking tell me what my late wife would've wanted Barton. I thought she wanted to live but low and behold she didn't do that. Apparently my heart mattered so little to her that she gave her life for yours, don't speak about her because you're also very wrong!"

"Look, Wanda, you took this fantasy too far, you manipulated the world to your will, and it's time we take Y/N back to live the life she was destined to." Strange interjects himself into the conversation, and Valkyrie is quick to unsheathe the sword and hold the point to his throat.

While the lot of them went back and forth your former lover was trembling before you, hands shakily cupping your face and checking you over for injuries.

"Y/N/N, baby I'm so sorry, I should've kept you hidden, kept you safe..." She sobs, and your heart breaks for the archer.

"Oh Katie, this wasn't your fault, we were all bamboozled here..."

Before the conversation could divulge into a next step you're breaking free from her hold to run over to your makeshift family.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!" You seethe, hands quick to pull your daughter away from the archer who subsequently goes flying across the room.

"Mommy, no-no..." Your daughters shaky voice reprimands you, and you hum while pulling her face against your chest to shield her.

"Y/N, get behind me now!" Valkyrie instructs, hardened eyes telling you there's no wiggle room here.

"No, You don't tell her what to do! Y/N, come to me!" Yelena shouts, widow bites raised towards the woman you've grown to love.

Instead of doing as you're told you stand in front of the warrior to make your stance clear.

"Y/N/N, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? She's happy with us!"

"No Wanda, she's scared of you, and is just protecting herself." Strange concludes, never once does anyone let you speak, which honestly isn't that surprising.

"I'd never hurt her!" Wanda shouts while throwing the sorcerer across the room next.

"Wanda, you can't do this..." Kate whimpers, overwhelmed by all this new information, and at the sight of seeing you marked by another.

"I already did, and you're all better off for it! Clint's finally retired, you're thriving in your superhero career, and Y/N's being taken care of like the princess she was always meant to be. Face it Kate, you were happy..."

"No, I wasn't. Everyday I woke up feeling this emptiness, and no matter what I did I couldn't fill it. Now though, that your spell has broken I know exactly what I'd been missing, and that's my Y/N/N..."

Wanda's hands surge with power once Kate tries to claim you as hers again, hands raise to shoot off but she's just as soon cut off.

"Hey!" You shout, pulling all attention your way as you step to be in front of the witch, scared daughter still in your arms.

"Y/N... Move..." She instructs through gritted teeth, and you challenge her by remaining.

"No Wanda, you're not going to hurt Kate..."

"Wands... Tasha wouldn't want this, I knew all about your plans to find your printsessa, but this wouldn't have been the route you both took, and you know it. Let Y/N go..." Yelena tries to reason with the witch, because if anyone could get through to her it would be her gained little sister Lena.

Wanda's gaze falls to Lena's face, and the pure disappointment mixed with betrayal she reads in her stance is enough to shatter what's remaining of her already tattered heart. Still—losing you isn't an option, so she tries to shake the heartbreak, and she decides in the moment to leave it up to you because her faith in you choosing to stay is rather high.

"Fine.. Y/N, what do you want to do here?"

You're immediately taken aback by her words, stance faltering as you scramble to even figure out what you would want here, because even without your daughter present two years is a long time to spend with someone. Kate will always be the keeper of your heart, but your heart now resides in the hands of two other women as well, and it's all a tad bit confusing.

Plus, this could all just be some elaborate ruse to trick you into a punishment later...

"Printsessa, this isn't an elaborate trick, tell us, what do you want?"

"I-I, I don't know..."

"Mommy, is okay..." Athena jumps into action the moment your voice cracks, tiny hands move to frantically slap away the tears and you turn your face to place grateful kisses to her palms.

"Honey... What do you mean you don't know?" Valkyrie's facade comes crumbling down at the uncertainty in your collective future's, losing you not really an option for the King either.

"Y/N/N... Please..." Kate pleads from off to the side, and her body shakes with the fear that you might not be coming home with her.

"I-I want it all..." You quietly mumble as you fall to your knees, pain not even registering as your crackling bones meet with the hard flooring, and your hold on your angel tightens.

Wanda approaches you, dropping to one knee, hand lifting your face by your chin, and then she's leaning in to peck at your trembling lips.

"I'm sorry for everything, I love you Y/N/N..."

The sincerity in her voice tells you this isn't a trick to win, but more so the witch pleading her case, hoping that you'll overlook the whole taking you captive part and instead remember all the bliss that came over the last two years after the initial shock of it all wore off.

Wanda watches as your mind falls into a deep spiral, and she knows this is all breaking you, just not in the fun way she enjoys. Standing to her feet she passes Athena's kicking form over to Valkyrie's clearly defeated one before stepping back to give you some much needed space to process.

"There's always another option..." Wanda suddenly throws out after a long resounding beat of silence, and all present parties attention falls to her.

"Yeah, like what?" Kate bites back, arms securely wrapped around herself for comfort while trying to remain with a strong front.

"Join us."

"What?!" Yelena, Kate, and Valkyrie collectively shriek at the woman's proposition, all with varying reasons for shock.

Honestly, you were hoping for an easy solution to aide with the pull of your heart, and this is like the holy grail of options so you just hope all parties are able to agree.

"Well Kate, you're miserable without her right? Take her away from us and I can assure you she'd be just as miserable without us as we'd be without her. Add our child to the mix, and Y/N wouldn't even be willing to leave with you. Plus, Kate, I've heard your not so pure thoughts about me over the years, and even the ones about my wife here in just the last hour, it's not like it would be a hardship for you. Forget the way we went about taking her, and you'll see she's had it good here because contrary to their beliefs we do love her. She spends most of her days tending to our feisty little angel here, and with her loads of free time she's painting or reading, we also have normal family gatherings like movie nights or dance parties." Wanda attempts to pitch her case, and the archer's face flashes with about five different emotions before quickly settling on acceptance.

"I'm in."

"What?!" Clint and Strange suddenly shriek, but Kate waves them off and makes her way over to you, dropping to her knees to be level with you and just like Wanda she's lifting your fallen face to peer into your glistening eyes.

"Is that okay with you Y/N/N?"

You nod your head vigorously, forcing your way into her lap for the much needed embrace, and Kate's decision is one of ease once you're securely in her arms like you'd been meant to be all along.

"It's settled then." Wanda quips, snapping her fingers the ballroom is restored to its former glory, the Avengers are all snapped back to NY with the exception of Yelena and Kate, and the townspeople will wake tomorrow with such horrific hangovers that it makes them realize last night was more fantasy then a reality—Asgardian ale, am I right?

Wanda then approaches your conjoined bodies, lifting and separating the both of you with ease, she then takes Kate by the collar of her shirt and slams her lips to hers briefly.

"Welcome to the family kotenok..."

While Kate has a moment of unfortunate gay panic Wanda's focus shifts over to her princess. Small, yet shockingly strong arms then glide over to wrap around your waist, nose nuzzling against your own before her lips caress yours in a sweeter kiss, full of soft desperation, silent pleads that you'll remain hers for life, and you meet her lips with 'I love you' reassuringly playing in your mind.

"Give me the baby." Yelena demands of your uncharacteristically quiet lover, and though Valkyrie glares at her in response Athena giddily bounces over to her.

"I'm your Auntie Yelena, and I need you to help me to save the girl who just kissed your mama, she's broken."

While Yelena handles the hot mess that is Kate you make your way over to the saddened warrior, Wanda hot on your trails, and the witch sandwiches you in between their bodies while holding onto her tightly.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" You ask in a hushed whisper, and your caring tone sends a tear over the edge but you're quick to cover it so no one sees her in such a state.

"I can't lose you princess, I won't survive."

"But daddy, I am human, I'm going to eventually die."

"Yeah, no, I'm already working on that..." Wanda's quick to shut you down, placing a kiss to your temple before leaving you both to do some further damage control for tonight's events.

"I would never leave you daddy, I don't ever want to, but I do love Kate too, and I just know you will too if you give her a chance."

"I'm certain I will if you speak so highly of her."

Valkyrie tightens her hold around your waist, then she begins to sway the both of you along to the slowed music, and buries her face in your neck, using you and the peace you bring as a hideaway from the demanding world of people around her.

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After the dust settles and everyone moves to go to bed a throat clearing halts everyone's movements.

"Oh no.." You sigh, sharing a knowing look with your fellow parental's as you all turn to face the tiny body.

"Princess. Movie. Marathon." She repeats your words back to you, and you playfully run a hand down your face before scooping her up,  everyone else wordlessly follows you into the movie hall, and everyone cuddles up close on the king sized bed.

Wanda's taken to the left side of the bed, having called dibs upon you immediately so there you laid with your head pressed against her chest while she runs a soothing hand over your side and whispers her mocking of the movies just to hear your sweet giggles.

Yelena's laying down directly in the middle, Athena taking up residence between her spread legs with a bowl of popcorn and M&M's, sitting criss-cross-applesauce with her eyes dead set on the massive screen to the front.

Valkyrie took the right side, Kate being voluntold to snuggle up to her, and though shy it didn't take much convincing for the younger brunette to lay against her. Valkyrie had eventually got Kate to stop tensing at her initial touch since she would be settled behind her for the duration of the movies. Kate's squirming around trying to get comfortable worked against the warrior's patience. So she gripped her hip firmly, pulling her back into her so that she could feel the restricted bulge.  

"100% natural kitten, so be wary of your movements..."

"Oh."

Valkyrie lightly chuckles from behind her, placing a suggestive kiss to the side of her neck before settling back into the mattress and deviously making sure to keep their bodies flush together in the hopes of driving her mad with lust just to leave her hanging for days. Devious plans to take you in front of the archer, leaving her totally desperate by the time she'd give her what she wanted all while she stares at you instead of the screen.

Every last one of you was out by the time the third movie—Frozen—starts, limbs of all sorts entangled forming an intricate human pretzel. Everyone fell asleep with a widespread feeling of comfort, every differing cracked heart being mended and given the necessary reprieves.

"Let it go!! Let it go!!"

Your body jolts with a start as the annoying ice witch belts out her iconic line, and you grumble your grievances.

"Shhh printsessa, I promise the big bad ice witch won't hurt you, but keep squirming and the Scarlet witch will..." Wanda tiredly teases you, squeezing your hip in playful warning, and in response you roll over to bury yourself into her as sleep once again consumed you.

"Good girl, I am so glad you made all the right choices tonight..." Wanda muses, leaving a kiss to your forehead before falling asleep herself.

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💋 Kaitlyn 😳

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[last-herondale]

Casual Encounters

✨Loki✨

A/N: Hi! This is my first attempt at a small reader x Loki scene. My first attempt at FanFiction in general, really. But I hope you enjoy!

Warning: None

Material: Fluff, maybe bit of angst, just as promoted- a casual encounter. Fem!reader. (I don’t know all of the terminology yet so forgive me!)

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The air was heavy and humid in the training room at the Avengers Compound. You just finished an hour long training session with Natasha and sweat was dripping down the sides of your face as your chest rose and fell quickly. You were laying on the training pad, your eyes scanning through the wooden beams as you caught your breath.

“Did I finally kill you?” Natasha’s amused voice came from behind you.

You laughed dryly and finally brought yourself up to your elbows to face her. Natasha had a white towel wrapped around her neck and one in her hand that was outstretched to you. A sly grin was on her face, her appearance noticeably less disheveled than yours. You took it graciously and couldn’t help but smirk back at her.

“Kill, no. Horribly humiliate, most definitely.”

Natasha gave a small laugh and put her hand on her hip. “Don’t take it personally, kid. I will say, you’re the only one here who continues to take me up on the offer of training. I keep asking Barnes, but…” she smirked again.

You sat up, sitting crossed legged now, and wiped your face with the towel as you laughed.

“Well, I’m trying to improve by training with the best. Whereas Bucky is clearly intimidated by you.”

Natasha arched her eyebrows in suspicion. “I don’t intimidate you?” She mused.

You laughed. “You intimidate everyone, Nat. Im just saying, I think Barnes is intimidated in… another way.”

Natasha threw her towel at you and scoffed. “Are you still on this? I told you… nothing happened with me and Barnes..”

You jump to your feet, your legs aching from the session. You gently nudged Natasha with your elbow and wiggle your eyebrows. “Not yet.”

Natasha went to throw a deadly right hook aimed at your exposed shoulder, but your training had become instinct by this point, and you quickly blocked her blow with your arm. Natasha narrowed her eyes, the spark of a challenge glistening in her eyes. “Apparently, I haven’t trained you enough, (Y/L/N).”

A grin spread across your face and you leaned into the stance. “Bring it.”

Natasha pushed off of you into a flip, taking a defense stance, her eyes dark with intent. Your body slid into a fighting stance and you felt your fingers twitching. The humidity was annoying, but oh so useful in fighting. You swing your arms in an arch, your fingers gathering the water as it sticks to your skin in easy command. You make a large, thin ribbon of water to circulate around you. Your showing off, you know, but you don’t care.

Natasha tilted her head, almost catlike as she waited for you to make the first move. It’s a challenge. She knew you have never been successful taking her head on. Even with your abilities, her fighting is far more superior to yours. Screw it.

You charged toward her, your pulse banging in your head as you run. Natasha’s stance remained solid as her eyes searched your body, waiting for an indication for your next move. Your go to move, would have been to throw your water at her, to try and tie her up. But she was to quick for that. And she was expecting that. Instead, you decide to drop your body down at the last second before impact. You slid under her legs and used the water to propel yourself upwards. This caught her by surprise, much to your own surprise, and you twisted your legs around her hips and used all of your strength to bring the Black Widow down.

Pinned underneath you, Natasha looks to you in surprise. You smiled victoriously. Stray hair dangled down from your ponytail as you wiggled your eyebrows at her. Natasha just rolled her eyes as you heard the sound of hands clapping. You look up, surprised to see Thor and Loki standing in the doorway of the training room.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as your eyes mindlessly roamed the God of Mischief. He was wearing causal human clothes, very unusual for him. He wore a black tank top and black basketball shorts. His black hair was tied back into a messy bun and you felt your stomach drop.

“NICE ONE (Y/L/N)!!!” Thor bellowed, his hands cupped around his mouth. Loki stood beside his brother, a sly smirk on his face as his hands were crossed in front of him. You felt your face flush, just as Natasha whipped her legs around your waist and flipped you hard onto the floor. You felt the air leave your lungs as your back hit the hard wood.

“Now whose distracted?” Natasha hissed, a smug grin on her face.

“Touché Nat.” You grumbled.

Natasha laughed as she jumped off of you with uncanny agility and held out her hand to help you up. “Good move though,” she replied as you allowed her to haul you up. She turned to the Asgaurdians and grinned.

“You boys up for a spar?” Natasha said without even blinking.

Thor bellowed out in laughter. “Only a mad man would challenge you to a fight Romanoff. Luckily, I’m feeling peckish today, so I accept!”

Natasha winked at you and sashayed away to the far side and of the room. You attempt to gather your things but you sense his presence too soon to do so.

“It seems we’ve both lost our sparring partners,” his cool voice chilled down your back. You turn towards him slowly and force your eyes to stay in his face. You wouldn’t allow yourself to look at the shape of his biceps or the hook of his collarbone.

“(Y/N)?” Loki asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was the only one who called you by your first name on the compound. Never one for rules. It sounded like honey from his mouth. “Hmm?” You ask drowsily.

He flashes his wicked grin. “I asked, if you’d perhaps care to spar with me?” Normally, you would never have turned down a chance to spar with any avenger, and you had the previous injuries to prove it, but somehow the thought of fighting Loki, being inches away from him, feeling the touch of his skin on yours… being under him. You suddenly realized how… exposed you were. You were wearing athletic tights that hugged the curves of your hips and a black sports bra, exposing your midsection that was covered in sweat.

“Can’t,” you choke out finally. He flicked his eyebrows up at you in suspicions “I have to… go on a mission with Wanda… and Bruce.” It was a horrible lie, you knew it the moment it left your mouth. Loki’s inclined his head slightly, his eyes searching your expression for a moment. The air felt like electricity and you bit the inside of your cheek.

Finally, he shrugged nonchalantly. His eyes never left yours. They were intense. You wanted to drown in them. “Another time then,” he grinned mischievously.

“Yeah, sure!” You yell as you bolt out of the door, leaving the God of Mischief staring after you.

Maybe part 1? Let me know! Thanks!

[fangirlmily]

Hii! Can you do fic about minato x fem s/o? So minato was alive again after 4th shinobi war, then he fall and marry someone who is younger than him. Probably around shisui to itachi age. Thank you!

a/n: of course! I added in some small details just to fill out the story a bit! I hope you like it, thank you for requesting! <3

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The kind of peace that came about after the 4th Great Ninja War was unlike any other.

It was the kind of peace that left everyone reassured that everything could be okay.

No more wars, no more kidnappings, no more conflict. All of the Nations were finally existing in harmony.

And for that reason, it would be expected that along with the tranquility of the world, the calmness of your heart would follow.

Unfortunately for you that was proving to be unlikely.

A certain Yellow Flash of the Leaf was accountable for the chaos taking place in your heart.

Ever since the attack on the Village that took place when you were only a teen, Minato was someone that you had always looked up to.

That day he had a close call with death, only nearly escaping by sealing all of the Nine Tails chakra inside of his son, avoiding the deadly jutsu.

Unfortunately, with the demon being taken out of his wife, Kushina did not survive. For years the 4th Hokage grieved the loss of his wife, his first love, unknowing to the admirer watching from the sidelines.

You suffered in silence for a while, wishing on every star, flower petal, and coin hoping that it could do something for your unrequited love for Minato.

Unfortunately, all of those wishes would be wasted, because no matter how much you prayed it would happen, it wouldn't until you did something about it.

“Hokage-Sama!” You called out while stepping into his office, soon to be passed over to his student Kakashi Hatake.

“Ah, Y/n. Please just Minato. I should start getting used to it.”

“Yes, of course, Minato-Sama.” You stood awkwardly, unsure of how to go about asking this particular question.

“Was there something you needed?” He questioned, slightly tilting his head to the side. It made him look childlike, even if he was older than you.

“Well, I wanted to know, if maybe you would be interested in going on a date with me.” You breathed out a sigh of relief, the hard part was over.

Now the most emotionally damaging would come next.

You noticed how pale the Hokage had gotten at first. His bright blue eyes opened wider than usual and his mouth placed in a small ‘o’ shape.

The sight made you even more nervous, until his fair skin began to turn into a bright shade of crimson.

“I’m surprised such a lovely young lady would ask me on a date. You're beautiful, have your whole life ahead of you. What could you possibly want with an old, widowed man like me? Wouldn’t Itachi or Shisui Uchiha be better matches for you?” Minato babbled, hardly giving you enough time to think up responses to his questions.

“I’m happy you think of me that way, but I’m not much younger than you Minato-Sama. You’re someone that I have always admired, and being able to work for you as your right hand has only solidified my feelings. Anyway, I’m more into blondes.” You giggled, attempting to lighten the mood after hearing Minato sell himself so short.

“I suppose so, well if you think I’m enough, I’d be more than happy to go on a date with you.”

To think that moment was already three years ago. So much has happened since then.

Dates after dates, comforting each other during the loneliest nights, and bonding with his son, Naruto.

Today you stand looking over crowds of people, all gathered for your wedding.

The dress was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined, and everything seemed to be in place. It was peaceful and a joyous occasion among the Village.

People that had passed you on the street before now sat at the venue, anxiously awaiting your marriage to the previous Hokage.

You took deep breaths, at an attempt to calm down, but seeking no avail. The wedding hadn't started yet, but the ticking of the clocks went faster every passing second.

“Hey, you’re not getting cold feet on me right?”

The voice slowed down all of the sounds, movement, and time itself.

You quickly turned to see Minato in his traditional western wedding attire. He was still everything that you could have ever wanted, and he had proved it to you.

“Never in a million years.” You replied.

“Good me neither. Let’s get married!”

Grabbing his hand you walked to the entrance of the venue, only letting go of his hand to give him his head start down the aisle.

The peace in your heart was long awaited, but had arrived.

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[evanui27]

these stripes mean something

rating: g (word count 762)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40832574

When the Mandalorian shows up in front of Cara's glossy new officer's desk, asking her to help him spring one Migs Mayfeld, traitor to democracy and accessory to murder, the first thing she thinks is: this man is not the same person who fought by my side on Sorgan. There’s something wrong with the rigid way he moves, with the tightness in his voice when he speaks.

“These stripes mean something,” she says, indicating the badge on her chest.

It’s a no, but not a hard one. More of a please don’t ask me that. She doesn’t want to choose between Mando and her last chance of going straight. (She doesn’t know if she has the strength to choose going straight.)

“They have the kid.”

Cara’s eyes narrow. Oh no, they don’t.

The whole way to Morak, Cara watches the Mandalorian out of the corner of her eye.

There used to be a tenderness to him, an awkward softness that poked out between the cracks of his armor. She saw it first on Sorgan, in the way he watched his son play with the children in the krill ponds. Heard it in the thank you's he clumsily handed the young widow like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

It's gone now.

There’s an aura of deadliness concentrated around him that wasn’t there before. It’s like he’s a blaster aimed to kill and he’s only waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger. His voice is a gaping void. Sure, Mando has always been quiet, but now… it’s like he’s catatonic. Like he only exists when he needs to for the mission.

Cara has never feared him. Not even on that fateful day on Sorgan when she looked up from her spotchka, saw a real live Mandalorian hunter, and thought for the first time in her life, I might be meeting my match. She tends to be more practical than terrified in those kinds of situations, but—

Not gonna lie, the rigid figure sitting across from her makes her a little uneasy. It’s a good thing they’re on the same side.

The old Mando called a truce and offered her soup. She’s not so sure this one would do the same.

Cara can’t believe he agreed to replace his beskar with stormtrooper armor. She can’t believe he suggested replacing his beskar with stormtrooper armor.

It’s kind of dumb, but all she can think is where did your face go? She knows, rationally, that the black T-visor and beskar zygomatic curves aren’t his real face, that helmets are removable and there’s got to be a head somewhere in there. But still. Where is his face.

“I’d say it looks good on you, but I’d be lying,” she says.

The Mandalorian looks at her.

Cara’s always been able to read the crease of a brow and the twitching of lips through a helmet’s tilt. She knows this man as well as she knows her own blaster. Knows the way he fights and the way he stands still, knows what he’s saying when he doesn’t say anything at all. They’ve had entire conversations without speaking a single word. But now—

Now, for the the first time since the day they met, she locks eyes with the Mandalorian and has no idea what’s going on inside his head.

(It’s the lack of doubt. It’s the way he faces her, head-on, like a challenge.)

It shouldn’t feel so jarring. It’s not like he’s done anything yet that Cara wouldn’t do if their places were swapped; the kid is everything to him, so there’s no justification for the strange, premonitory loneliness she feels welling up in her bones. It’s just a helmet.

(It has never been just a helmet.)

Cara will go to the other end of the galaxy and farther if her Mandalorian needs her to. It’s a silent promise she made a long time ago, sometime after a bag of credits and a second chance plunked onto the dirt by her feet. She owes everything she is now to this man, who met an outlaw and saw a former Rebel shocktrooper, who without saying a single word reminded her what it was to have a heart and a code and a people to protect. She’ll hold herself to her vow as long as she’s able, but something tells her the Mandalorian is headed somewhere she can’t follow.

These stripes on my chest mean something, she thinks. That beskar meant something. You were the one who taught me that.

I wonder if you remember.

[meryamthebadassbitch]

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘬 || 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳

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"Do you have one of the Parasites like your dad used to have?" asked Mrs. Chen the girl who paid for the snacks, eyes wide she shook her head in disagreement before stepping out of the store

PARASITE?!

"it's not my fault, dad used to call you that man just don't kill her she can give us a lot of free food you know and you can have extra brains when they always rob her poor store?" "Fine, we'll let it slide" "what do you wanna do?" "We can do whatever WE want" chuckling slightly she nodded making her way upstairs to the rooftop, sitting at the edge with venom beside her they both ate the Pack of chocolate in silence, sure, she was terrified finding out about a symbiote living inside her body just like her father after protecting herself from some scientist, but for these past years she got used to it and they were more like best friends and if something happened to Venom it's like happening to her.

𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-

Making her way toward the bathroom, attempting to hide from those Men but a voice inside her head made her scream in fear, hiding inside one of the stalls she stared into nothing but emptiness staying quiet as if a serial killer was following her, shaking in fear she tried not to sob out loud by putting her hand on her mouth a drop of a tear falling to the ground as the 10-year-old girl cried in silence with her hands still shaking, the sound of the bathroom stalls being slammed open made her heart stop beating as she started praying for her life, she was going to die that's for sure.

The next thing she knew was the lock breaking and her being pulled harshly by 2 men, screaming in fear she tried biting their hands off but the guns aimed in her head was worse, in a blink of an eye black tentacles came out of her arms and stabbed both of them in the heart, a pool of blood surrounded her as she watched in fear at what she has just done, she just killed two men trying to kidnap her, blood on her white shoes and arms as she tried to open the door and make her way out of this hell hole, but it was the same thing instead this time a group pointed their guns at her as she looked around in search of a place to run away, giving up she sat on the ground putting her hands in the air as told letting the 'police' handcuff her, she's just a 10-year-old girl what possibly could she do?

"mom! please I am begging you to tell them to let me go, we were supposed to be having a girls' night! I promise I didn't kill those men something came out of my arm and-" she couldn't finish her words, Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks as she begged her mother for help with a high pitched voice, Anne on the other side stared at her with a guilty look before shaking her head, staring at her in disbelieve she was brutally pulled by the handcuffs away giving her mother one last look.

Did she stay in an Asylum for 8 years without seeing her 'mother' and outside? yes sadly she did, did she get out of the asylum once? no, she never did and that was driving her crazy she was the only one in here and everyone was afraid of her, this place wasn't like any other asylum they brought people with superpowers here, like Eleven from stranger things except Mery didn't have Telekinesis she had Venom.

Sitting in the chair defeatless with an emotionless look on her face, her hands tied to the table, as always, she stared at Anne straight in her eyes "Mery-" "hey doctor, can you please open these handcuffs and let me go back to my room before I do something?" she finally said looking straight into the camera about to transform into the big giant monster when a syringe was on her neck preventing her from doing so, 'how dare she says my nickname' she thought looking straight into her eyes after 8 years of not seeing each other how would you feel and how can she still manage to say her nickname, especially when your own mother is the reason you're looked in here "I Hate you and you don't deserve to be called a mother!" she yelled out struggling from their grip, black tentacles came out of her back as she grabbed every single scientist killing them with no mercy, "Venom, let's get the hell out of here" her voice deadly as she spoke "Copy, you're the boss" just as Anne described she looked just like her father, huge teeth, white eyes, and a long tongue.

𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-

"Don't open that door"

"Bitch, Don't order me to do something because you will die waiting?" she said with the usual level of sarcasm before taking off her apron making her way toward the door, what was shitty about this house was it didn't have a peephole, rolling her eyes she opened the door staring at the group in front of her "May I help you?" asked the girl in confusion to why the Avengers are in front of her apartment with a raised eyebrow the Black haired girl was about to close the door when black widow finally said a word after 10 seconds of silence "we need to talk to you?" "Listen, I don't have time to deal with superhero shit I've had enough" "please?" sighing she pushed the door fully letting them in sitting on the couch in front of them with her legs crossed "what?" "Can you introduce us to who you were talking to?" asked Captain America looking at her, raising her eyebrows once again, it was a habit sometimes she bites her nails "were you listening to us the whole time?" "no-" "Jesus, y'all are so famous and busy with superhero shit to the point where you don't understand a joke, Venom can you come out please?" annoyed, a black face appeared beside hers, that was the Parasite living inside her body?

"don't touch it, everyone this is Venom my best buddy and a parasite living inside my body, Her favorite food is brains and chocolate and we both kill robbers every day" putting a fake smile on her face she could see the look on their eyes, Bruce wanting to touch it so badly but stopped when Meryam sent him a look of disagreement, "alright this it, you guys can go, it was lovely meeting you, y'all are awesome superheroes and bye-bye!" "would you like to come with us we need your help, please?" asked Thor holding his hammer, glancing at Venom they both nodded at the same time, they were partners in crime anyways.

"We will but I'm coming alone, see ya at the Tower!" smiling she slammed the door shut

"Can you imagine Thor the god of thunder asking me to come with them, that is awesome right?" "not as awesome as us" nodding with a grin she grabbed her pocket knife charging the gun just in case tying her hair into a bun, putting on the mask Meryam grabbed the bag making her way out of the room.

"Hey miss Chen came to have some supplies?" stated the girl making her way toward the snack session she was probably the only customer here, the threatening sound of another robber echoed around the store as he pointed his gun at the poor woman, "That guy?" "yes bestie, free food for you tonight?" she said making her way toward the man, grabbing his wrist she punched him straight in the jaw, "Mask!" in a blink of an eye the same monster Mrs. Chen saw a long time ago was in front of her expect it was a woman, and that woman was Eddie Brock's daughter, Biting his head off she paid for the snacks before making her way out "night, thanks for the free snack!"

(venom ate the man, duh)

"This walk is boring!" "I know but we're almost there don't worry" "I Miss the Loser" "yeah, same he was the best dad" "and best Host, you both are the best" "aw thanks Venom you're the best too" a soft smile rose on her lips, The world was a better place when she smiled to Venom and he promised to Eddie he would keep her safe, thank god, she had her earphones on so people wouldn't call her crazy for talking by herself, "Jesus how many floors in this Tower?" "93"

"Excuse me is Tony Stark here, he said I can meet him here?" politely asking the blonde woman who was holding a little girl in her hand she took off her mask not to scare her, they didn't seem to recognize her right? "She's probably his wife" the voice of the symbiote echoed around her head as she nodded, "oh yes you must be Meryam, you seem kinda Familiar?" the blonde woman asked her, her heart stopped beating as soon as she said the last words, "o-oh really, who?" "oh never mind, you're so pretty by the way, I should probably go take Morgan to sleep Tony is having a meeting with the rest and they're waiting for you" "Yeah thank you?" "Pepper call me Pepper dear" nodding she waved at the little girl who had a cute smile on her face before making her way to where Pepper pointed

"Hey Old man, you wanted to meet us?" the same sound they heard 30 minutes ago echoed around the room earning their attention, chuckling at how startled they looked Meryam tried to hold her laugh while Venom was grinning evilly on the other side, "Ahh miss Brock come in" "it's Meryam, Anthony" okay that surely got him annoyed she could see how he rolled his eyes, sitting down on one of the chairs she looked around greeting the rest with a straight look.

"Tell us more about yourself?" not wanting to tell them her whole story, she shook her head with an emotionless look on her face "there's nothing more to know about me, I lived 13 years alone that's it, my life is useless anyways I only have Venom and kill robbers nothing more interesting?" one thing they learned about her was how fast she changed her emotions, 5 seconds ago she was trying not to laugh and now a deadpan look on her face. Pietro didn't trust her, not even a single bit and that was why a glare was attached to his stupid face

"So Meryam we're going to be on a mission for these past days and since you have nothing to do, you're going to catch the robbers around the city and take Morgan to school" tearing her gaze away from Pietro who was still glaring she blinked slightly trying to process what he just said, "excuse me, am I getting paid for that?" "yes" "fine, I'll do it, and will you stop glaring at me like I am some target?" her Black eyes met his as she spoke with gritted teeth's, anger rushing through her body Wanda slapping his shoulder before apologizing to her "I am so sorry Meryam-" "it's alright Wanda don't apologize in his place, he just needs to stop and do it all by himself if he's a true man, good night everyone" with that she made her way out of the place trying to calm her nerves down

Anger Issues

"Ohh she got you good" Teased Sam the twin who was still fuming in anger, rage thrummed through his veins as he swallowed down his frustration sending him a harsh look, "shut up birdy" with that he was out of sight just before Clint could say something

"oh these two are not going to be friends or work together, it's probably something worse"

[mcuwritin]

Mission gone wrong II

Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

genre: angst

warnings: blood, death, injury (let me know if I should add more)

word count: 1600+

12.12.2022.

You were never allowed on a missions that involved Avengers. Every agent Hydra had faced them at least once, but not you. You were held as far away from them as possible. And that, for some reason, frustrated you to no end. You were not used to feeling anything besides anger and pain, but whenever you saw someone head out on a mission against the Avengers you felt a weird pull in your chest. Almost like... longing? But you've never met them so it didn't make any sense. You can't miss someone you don't know.

But then they changed their mind.

You were training the newest set of recruits, when Vlad, a particularly cruel supervisor, told you to start packing. You were heading to the States.

You started your mission right after the darkness settled.

Defense system of the building that houses The Avengers is laughable. It took you exactly three minutes to bypass it. Maybe that's because they think no one would dare to trespass or maybe you're just that good.

They're pathetic, said the voice in your head. Sometimes you felt like it didn't belong to you. You wondered if the fury inside you didn't belong to you either. What if it was simply planted inside your head?

Passing by the elevators you turned to head up the stairs. Your footsteps silent, your body hidden in the shadows. After reaching the 6th floor you waited until the camera turned to face the other way to move further. Pathetic.

Compound was empty, safe for the man who built it and some agents, who could never pose a threat. Not to you.

You've been injected with what Hydra spent decades trying to perfect. You became their perfect weapon, silent and deadly. You've never failed a mission, always coming back successful. But it was never enough for Hydra, so each time you came back, they tried to make you even better.

Sometimes you thought about not coming back, but the pain caused by such thoughts was so intense and unbearable, you couldn't even move an inch, let alone run away.

Just as you reached the door to Stark's laboratory you hesitated. Hand that held the knife in your hand shook slightly. You wondered what the anxious feeling in your chest meant. But you can't afford distractions, not now.

You went in.

There, hunched over some blueprints, stood the Iron Man. He was in here for the past three days and you wondered what was so important to keep him here day and night.

He didn't look like his usual self. His goatee grown out and his closes were crumpled. There was an untouched mug with an AC/DC logo. You felt a pang in your chest when you noticed the writing just under the letters.

Sorry for the one I broke!

Y/n.

You knew of every Avenger and Shield agent living in the compound, but you've never heard of Y/n. Is she the newest addition to the team? If so, you need to report about her to Vlad. Maybe he'll be happy enough to let you go without a beating.

"Hey, kid." Stark said turning around.

You remained silent, stepping closer and closer to your target.

"Not going to say anything?"

"No." You replied.

He smiled and crossed his arms, leaning against the table. He didn't attempt to reach for his suit and he didn't try to notify someone of your presence.

"I knew you'd come once the compound was clear of the rest of the team. Hydra's been watching me for the past six months, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Hoped they would send you. I'm glad I was right."

"So you have a death wish. How cute." Your voice devoid of any emotion. You are running out of time.

You raised the hand with a knife in it, ready to slice his throat clean when Stark spoke up again.

"What about Wanda?"

You stopped. You heart skipped a beat and then another one and then it started to hammer against your chest with a newfound strength. You hands strated shaking again.

"Are you going to kill her too?"

"Who's Wanda?" You said, trying to remember why her name has such a strong effect on you.

"You always introduce her as the love of your life." He replied inching closer to you. Only now you noticed a syringe with a bluish liquid in it squeezed in his left hand.

You immediately grabbed his wrist so tight that his bones broke. He dropped the syringe on the ground and pushed away, outstretching his right hand to catch the flying glove of his suit.

You tried to catch it, but the defence mechanism in it sent a blast at you. You almost managed to get out of the way, but your back got badly burned, revealing your vibranium bones.

"What did they do to you?" Stark asked, terrified. He got both of his now gloved hands trained on you, wincing whenever he tried to move the left one.

"They made me better." Was all you said, before launching yourself at him.

He tried to dodge your blows, but he is nowhere as fast as you are.

You tore off the right glove, feeling a pang of guilt when you noticed his pained expression.

Before he could even think about using his injured hand you plunged the knife right into his heart, your hand jerking slightly just before it pierced his skin. You didn't bother checking for his pulse, needing to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Mission accomplished.

Why do you feel like a part of you just died?

03. 03. 2023.

The cold wind ruffled your hear, distracting you for a second. You've been in the position whole day, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The roof you occupied is empty, closed for construction.

You were more than a thousand feet away from your target. There's a gathering in what used to be the Stark tower, the Avengers and some government officials are meeting to discuss something rather important.

You adjusted your grip on the rifle, not daring to put it down even for a moment. You can't miss the moment Black Widow comes out for a breath of fresh air. Recently she's been doing it a lot. Pathetic.

You've spent the past month studying her, looking for the best way to take her out. Since Stark's death the Avengers were rarely seen alone and Natasha Romanoff was always in the company of Steve Rogers. You knew you'd have no problem killing her if she was alone, but with Captain America by her side she might defeat you. You were willing to try, but Vlad didn't let you.

"There's also a witch, she will get into your head if you come too close." He said on a briefing.

"I've never heard of her. Who is she?"

"Briefing is over. Valentina is waiting for you in the lab."

You were pulled out of your head when you noticed the movement just in front of the balcony. Black Widow opened the door, ready to step out, but someone put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

You were getting impatient waiting for the conversation between the two to end so the spy could finally step out of the protection of the bulletproof glass.

The door finally opened letting out the spy and another woman.

A woman that looked too familiar for your liking.

Wanda.

Ever since your last mission you couldn't get her name out of your head.

You became unstable when you got back from the compound and they had to wipe you again.

You woke up with her name on your lips.

Is she the witch Vlad was warning you about?

You saw them hug on the balcony. It looks like Wanda is crying and you don't know why, but you felt the strongest urge to wrap her into your arms and tell her everything is going to be okay. You need to make sure that your girlfriend is fine.

Your... Your girlfriend?

Your hands relaxed their hold in the rifle, ready to turn and run as fast as you can, but before you could move insufferable pain shot through your skull, rooting you in place. Your vision blurred and you legs gave out under your weight.

You felt your hands involuntary reach for the rifle again, adjusting the aim.

No. No. No.

It's Natasha! You can't hurt her. She is the one who welcomed you into the family. She is the one who introduced you to Wanda. She is the one who helped you pick out the ring.

And you... you killed the person who felt like a father to you. You killed Tony with your bare hands.

The pain shooting through you body is not allowing you to breathe anymore and your hands are adjusting the position of the rifle.

You need to stop.

You need to complete the mission.

They're still on the balcony, you have enough time to aim and pull the trigger.

Pull the trigger and the pain will stop.

You tried to stop, you tried to scream and cry, but your body didn't belong to you anymore.

You felt like you were in a passenger seat of car, that was going off the road.

You can't do anything now.

You tried as hard as you could to stop your finger from pulling the trigger, but you still saw the bullet hit your best friends chest.

You couldn't hear Wanda's scream from this distance, but you felt it pierce your heart.

The pain went away.

Your mission is done.

-

They left you in your cell to rot in your grief.

At this point you didn't feel anything. You didn't feel the pain in your heart and your head. You were numb.

And then you were terrified.

They're going to wipe you again. You'll forget everything again and they'll make you kill another Avenger.

You started scratching the floor with your nails, trying to write the dates before they wiped you again.

They will make you kill Wanda.

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Sorry it took me so long.

Feedback is appreciated 💞

tags: @marvels-writings @kermy48

[theanonymouswriterb]

Dusk til’ Dawn

Prologue: The Queen saved the King

Paring: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Mafia Au Series

Warning: SMUT, literally porn on paper 😗, lots of fluff, violence, gang, bratty!reader, dom!tae, daddy!tae, daddy kink, babygirl kink, punishment, bigdick!tae, rough sex, make up sex, lots of after care, pregnancy kink, oral!sex, deep throating and everything in between🤧

Warning in this chapter: just blood, wounds and guns, well a gun

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary:

Kim Taehyung, Now a feared and well known crimes boss but not was he always the man that he is today, searching for the women that saved him on the day that changed his life forever. Willing to sacrifice everything to find the women that could tame him.

One day after 5 years she shows up in his night club, will he be able to hold himself back from taking her and claiming her as his queen or will he do what he do everything in his power to make her his?

A/N: Hi, this is the first chapter that I’m releasing and it’s basically the prologue of how they met, hope you guys like it, if you want to be tagged please tell me and don’t forget to leave some feedback. Also I might be releasing chapter 1 tonight or early tmr, I just need to read though it for mistakes. Much love 💕😗 -B

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Next chapter

Five Years Ago

The sound of police sirens roams the city, as darkness and fog rain down on Seoul city. Helicopters roaring the skies and the bad guy trying to hide. Kim Taehyung, A man being tracked down by polices and rival gangs from a exchange gone wrong, blood spewing from his stomach and bruises on his face as he runs through the alley. The only thing in his mind right now is to survive the night and make it make it back home alive, or at least die trying.

He keeps running and running for his life as he hears footsteps behind him like the devil is chasing me to take away his life and drag him to hell but he isn’t ready to die yet! Not just yet. He still has a lot more things to accomplish and until he does that not even the devil himself can drag him to hell.

The cut in his stomach is deep and the pain his unbearable but he has to keep it up and there’s no stopping cause if he’s stops he’ll get caught like a mouse in a trap. But he is no mouse, no fucking mouse at all. He’s a fucking mighty lion, no a fucking Dragon that’s roaring and will get his revenge on the people that played him, the ones he thought were family and sold him out. He will kill who ever gets in his way but he’ll just have to survive the deadly night as it calls out to him .

The pain keeps worsening and worsening but he doesn’t know what to do but clutch onto the stomach and hope for the best. A dragon doesn’t die easily, it’s gonna take more than a pack of Hyenas to take down this mighty Dragon.

But the Dragon wasn’t always like this, he had a family, that until he was left in front of an adoption center with no note no fucking idea of where he came from or who his parent were, he spent all his life trying to find out what happened that night that someone decided to leave him, was he not worth the love that a baby deserved? Was he that worthless that his parents gave him up for adoption? Was he not enough. These sentences rang through his mad all his life up til now, the day he’s praying to what every god is listening to him to not let him die, he will keep fight on and on until he’s on top of the food chain.

Kim Taehyung grew up to do bad things, very bad bad things, join gangs at a very young age, was made into the leaders puppet and rose up slowly to be the right hand man of the Cobra gang.

The cobra gang was well known gang of youths in their 20s doing wilds shits like shootouts with the police and drug dealing and selling girls, the reason Kim Taehyung joined the gang at such a young age was to survive, he didn’t like the idea of selling people, doing drugs or anything as such but he had to survive, in a world full of

Cobras and Hyenas he had to survive. He mad a living out of this and he rose to be the right hand man of the Cobras but oh man, that didn’t didn’t go down well.

Did it!?

The thing that burns him was that he was never a Cobra, never was and never will be.

A few miles away at Seoul estate town houses ~

Walking into her house Y/N sighed, “can this day get any worse” she flopped down in the sofa and looked at her phone, hoping for a call from a certain someone, but what was she hoping for?

She got up from the sofa and strutted up to her master bedroom. From the ceiling hung a huge diamond chandelier, to the side floor to ceiling widows, fine famous artwork hung on the walls and in the middle room, her queen sized bed made for the queen herself. Her room was every girls dream, a large space with with many expensive things, a humongous walk in wardrobe filled with designer clothings, shoes, purses and more. Y/N could get anything she wanted, whether it’s cars, houses, clothes, she could get anything she wanted, but she was no brat. Well maybe sometimes.

Walking into the closet, she took her suit attire off, she was promoted to the creative designer of Givenchy and got everything she wanted on her way up the ladder but the pressure on her shoulders were too real. She looked at the mirror in mirror in front of her and saw her figure, she was a beautiful girl no doubt about that, she was fine as hell, the only thing that could fault her was her mind, the mind that thinks she could be a failure to her family.

After changing into a white tank top and joggers she walked back out into her bedroom and down towards the living room that Intertwined with the kitchen.

Y/n turned the kettle as she walked from the kitchen to the living room, she sat down on her sofa and smiled as she turned in the tv “ finally, I get to sit the fuck down” she groaned. As she scrolls through Netflix a call comes through a phone. She looked at her phone screen and smiled at the name of no one else but her best friend E, short for EziKia, a girl she has known since she was a baby, their fathers grew up together and were very close with each other and that’s how they greet up to know each other. “Hey bitch” her best friend spoke “ how was work?!” She continued. As Y\N looked at the TV she replied “girl it was a disaster, you know how I get when I have to present my work”. “I know” her best friend laughed “But I’m sure you did fine and I’m sure they loved every bit of your design for the new collection” her best friend smirked as she spoke, “I’m already proud of you, I’m fucking excited for the new collection to drop”

Y/n’s a young girl, she always grew up with her parents love and affection but couldn’t find her place in the world, alright she had everything she wanted from her parents, finding love within her self was hard. Yes she has confidence, yes she’s amazingly breathtaking and beautiful, she doesn’t need anyone to tell her then cause she knows that and she knows she bad and she can get everything she wants in this world. She knows she worth all that. But why is it so hard for her to find love, not with any man but within herself, it is almost as if she hides behind this facade of confidence. Her insecurity’s ushers to come out of her but she builds this facade to hide it front he world. And the one thing she is most scared of is losing her family if she doesn’t make them proud. She feels as if it’s hard to love herself and make everyone else proud of her.

Y/N groaned as we moved on the sofa and said “I hope so, enough about me and my day, how was yours?” Ester sighed “ my day was amazing until I got home and got into an argument with my Khai” Y/N rolled her eyes and asked “what was the argument about this time?!” “ He dreamt that I cheated on him and he got mad at me!” Y/N couldn’t hold I get laughter and laughed out loud “ what the hell, now that is too funny”

“ well now he’s still mad at me for no reason and I won’t be the first person to apologize cause it wasn’t me fault to begin with”. EziKia replied

“Well it was your fault” Y/N began “ you cheated on him” “In his dream”they both said at the same time.

Ezikia and her boyfriend Khai have been dating for a while now and they’re hopelessly in love but they argue about the summery things in the world, which is why Y/N think they’re a perfect match cause they’re literally dumb and dumber.

The kettle hissed and Y/N spoke “ what’re you up to now anyways” as she Stirred her tea waiting for ester to reply. “ nothing if I’m honestly just playing games at the moment” she laughed out,”what about you”. “ just made some tea and about to watch haunted on Netflix” Y/N replied and she sat down on the sofa and pressed play.

A moment of silence filled the room.

“Have you spoken to J yet?” The voice of her friend E rang through the phone

“Who?” she replied

Sighing out in frustration her friend spoke “ You know who Y/N, you can’t stay mad it him forever he’s also your friend”

“I’m not mad at him E” she hushed out looking at her phone.

J short for Jungkook was Y/N other friend, they were very close, they loved each other but they both didn’t have the guts to tell each other that, it could fuck up the friendship but it was only friendship right?, they would always fight and instantly make up but this was different, they weren’t speaking but it’s not like it’s her fault....right? J was always a nice guy, treating her the best, they would always flirt with each other but it wasn’t anything serious, it was always just games but when she saw him kissing another person, her heart felt like it exploded and she felt like she had been betrayed and betrayal was too real to bear.

But how could this be a betrayal if they aren’t in love? That’s what they both keep telling themselves right?

He’s not her responsibility and she doesn’t love him like that, but she keeps lying to herself and he betrayed her and so she can’t let it go. Not just yet, she just needs to stay mad at him just a little longer.

The rain began to fall as she spoke to her friend, they laughed and continued speaking, hours has passed and the clock struck midnight and they said their goodnight and they both hung up. As she continued watching the tv, the rain outside came worse, Turning into a thunder storm. The wind whistled outside and lighting struck and she could hear the Thunder roaring. She began to shiver at the should and the flashes outside her windows “ why the fuck am I sacred of thunder” she whispered to herself as she continued to watch the series, it still came as a shock to her at how she was some what scared of the sound of thunder and lighting but she’s able to sit through and watch a full series of horror stories by herself at night.

Hours and hours had passed as she watched the series and she felt her eyes beginning to fall close and she then drifts of to sleep on her cloud like sofa and feels like dreams.

She dreams about her future, what it would be like if she followed what her parents told her to become, maybe then she would think she wasn’t such a Failure to her family.

Although her parents were always supportive, Y/N felt that she wasn’t enough, she saw the look on their face of disapproval when she said she wanted to become a fashion designer, it was like she disappointed her parents saying what she said and wanting to become a designer instead of a doctor. But her parents were always proud of what a women she had become and loves her deeply. However she felt that just In case her fashion career doesn’t workout, she learnt a few tricks from her older sister who was obviously a doctor about how to deal with someone is had been wounded.

The man still on the run 10 minutes away~

Kim Taehyung on the other hand was also having the worst fucking day of his entire life! How could this get any worse, first the drug and money exchange gone wrong with the rival gang, obviously he was set up to fail by you know who and now he’s not just running from the gang who are out to kill him for more money and truce between the gangs as Kim Taehyung’s boss thought he was out to take his place on the Cobras throne.

Now with the police are after him too, since he was like the “ right hand man to the king “cobra” he knew a lot about him and the police where out to shut all the bullshit down but Taehyung had his loyalty, but how loyal can a ‘dog’ be if he’s been abandoned but he never snitches. Running from the gangs, Taehyung has a run in with the police and they saw him at his venerable place, bruised up and cut deep, so they decided to take him out to show the “king cobra” what they could do with his “people”.

But obviously that was fucking useless cause they used him and played him hard.

And Taehyung was no longer a cobra at this moment of betrayal, Kim Taehyung knew where his loyalty lies and that was with himself, he will get his revenge on everyone that played him, the cobra, the police & his family.

He continued running as his life depended on it, but he never looked back to see if he was being followed he kept his eyes straight forward and went on. The rain kept pouring on him as he ran and ran and ran like there was no end to the road, he suddenly slowed down as he crouched down in pain and held his stomach, “fuuuck” he groaned. He wasn’t going to let today be the day that he died, he had a lot to live for if he wanted his revenge. He got up again clinging to stomach and continued walking. As he approached a few blocks of town houses, he had to get out of the rain and get some help of else he might die, he walked up the stairs to bang in the door but there was no response. He then continued to the next few houses but there was still no response. He groaned in frustration as there was no one to help him. He then saw a light at the end of the block of houses and walks towards the light, walked up the stairs and banged on the door as if trying to break down the door.

He continued banging on the door as if it was his last resort which it was, he whispered out all his might but the only thing that came out was a soft breath “please help” he never thought he would have to resort to begging but here he was outside a strangers door, hair and clothes drenched from the storm asking for help not knowing if the person inside would be kind enough to help a poor stranger in need.

As if he gave up, he leaned against the door and shut his eyes closed, but then he heard foot steps coming from the other side other door and the locks clicked and the door Swung open. He looked up slowly from down at the strangers feet to the face and he saw the stranger in front of him, “wow she’s beautiful” he thought to himself,

“Thank you” he sighed out of relief as his vision became blurry and everything went black.

At Y/N House ~

Y/N woke up from her sleep hearing banging on the front of her door, she lifted herself up from her sofa that was way to comfortable to leave the room and groaned out “ who the fuck is banging on my door at the hour”.

As she got up she realised that she fell asleep on the sofa and left the lamp on.

She looked at her clock and it was almost 3 am, she then whispered “ why do I always either get waken up or wake up at around 3am” as if she was scared and her suspicions came creeping in the back of her mind. And she thought ghost always wonder around at 3 AM. She then was pulled from her thoughts by the loud bang at the door again and she slowly made her way to the front of the house and she saw a figure standing outside, she thought to herself thinking she shouldn’t open up the door to strangers at this hour, as she slowly turned to leave she suddenly hears a cry of help “please help” the stranger whispered silently.

As she heard the cry of help, she thought to herself “ I should probably help this person” “ but what if the pardon is a Pedophile or someone really dangerous” as if her demon and angel thoughts were fighting each other she huffed out a breath and walk towards the door turned the lock opened the door. There stood a tall man twice her size, built like a Greek GOD, dressed in a suit that was drenched from the rain droplets of water falling from his fringe a hand holding onto his stomach that was bleeding, bruises on his face and the other hand holding onto the doorframe. The man then looked from down at her feet, then his eyes lifted up to her face, she then saw him smile for a second then his eyes suddenly shut closed and he fell forwards towards her.

Her eyes grew wide was she was trying to hold her balance and trying to hold a man twice her size that just fainted at her door step. Not knowing what to do as the man’s head laid on her shoulder, she then whispered “ fuck it” then leaned sideways and the man dropped to the floor. Sighing she looked down at the stranger that passed out on her, who she then dropped to the door, frustration and guilt overpowering her mind and she closed her eyes and thought for a moment.

She then crouched down, grabbed him from under his armpits and dragged him a little further into the house and closed the door. She then began to slowly drag him through her house to the living room, “ damn he’s fucking heaving” she choked out. After a though 20 minutes grafting him through her house, She then was able to lay him on her couch that she adored very much and said “ well maybe that wasn’t the best idea” as her white couch began to turn red form blood stain that fell form the stranger. Then her eyes turned to the gun that sat perfecting in the holster wrapped around the mans body. “Shit”. Her face was stoned cold from shock, asking herself why this man had a gun on him and why he was bleeding and she palmed then slapped her forehead, sighing out loud in frustration and anger at herself for helping this possibly dangerous handsome man.

She looked at him and for a few seconds fought with her self, asking herself if she should still help this stranger for all she knows he could be really dangerous. She shook off her thought and went into her bathroom to the her first AID kit to help this poor, passed out man on her couch. She ran back into the living room, crouched down lifted his shirt to tend to his wounds and bruises.

As she opened up his shirt she saw how beautiful he was built, the tone muscles that covered him and the tattoos that bloomed on his chest. She also noticed that he had many scars in his body, the ones where it shows be fought for his life.

As time passes, she stared at the beautiful but bruised up stranger and couldn’t help but feel bad for him, she thought of many things that he must have gone trough and couldn’t help but wonder who this man is.

Time deciding to go really fast~

The clocked struck 7:30 am and very loud pound bang came though the house from the door at the front. Y/N opened her eyes slowly and saw the stranger lying into of her, she hadn’t know that she fell asleep looking at the stranger and she drifted into her thoughts. Then the loud bang pulled her from her thought and she hurried to her feet and went to the door. The door opens and she saw a group on men in uniform. The mother-fucking police. “ Hi miss, sorry to disturb you this fine morning, We just wanted to ask you a few questions if that is ok” she nods her head and the police proceeded to ask the questions. “ Did a man came knocking on you door last night?” She hesitated for a moment and shook her head no and the made some notes in their notebooks and proceeded to ask another. “ Did you see or hear anything suspicious last night” she shook her head again said “ no officer” and the officer furrowed their eyebrows and said “Miss your are not lying to us are you?” she then replied “ no “ and they ushered “ Miss you need to tell us if you saw anything cause this man is a very dangerous man and he killed a lot of people and we need your help” The silence loomed around them but Y/N didn’t say a word. Although she just heard of how dangerous this man was, she helped him and already lied and there was no going back.

She could be arrested for helping a criminal and lying about it. The shock on her face was clear but she payed it off well and shook her head in disagreement and said “no officer, i didn’t see anything or any man of any sort” and smiled softly hoping to get them off her back.

The police stared at her as if they knew she was lying carried on saying,

“ Then miss what is this blood stain that is here on your door step?” She was surprised as she didn’t realize there would be blood at her door step even though a bleeding man was just at her foot steps a few hours ago. She then huffed out trying to sound as smooth as possible, then lied “ You see officer, last night I came home late From my boyfriend house and I forgot my underwear at his house, you know what happened there” she winked “ I came on my period and bled on the floor and I forgot to clean it up” she then thought “what the fuck was I thinking lying to the police like that, this is embarrassing” They’re not gonna believe that are they?

As she opened her mouth to speak again she stopped her herself as she saw the flustered faces on the officers, they then said “ oh, sorry miss, s-sorry to bother you and thank you for your help” then then bowed and turned and walked back to their car.

Y/n shocked at her own words hurriedly shut the door and leaned against it and spoke” fuck that was embarrassing”. As she turned she was greeted with a shirtless man with patched of wounds that SHE patched up holding a gun towards her head. Her eyes then widened in shock but not fear, “ so this is how your gonna treat your saviour?!” She spoke, the silent that came after could Pierce through someone like a knife, he then softly growled in a low husky voice “ thank you “ and lowered his gun. “You’re welcome “ she said as she rolled her eyes, bumped his shoulders and walked past him back towards the kitchen.

He then turned to follow the small girl that helped him last night. As they entered the kitchen he spoke lowly “ so YOU were the one that was bleeding in front of your own door” he asked, she then said with confidence “YES, the reason I said that was to save your ass and I don’t even know you” she turned to look at him and met his ice cold gaze, if looks could kill she would be dead right now. “ that’s right, you don’t know me” he hushed out “ so why would you help me” he raised his gun again. “ Will you stop raising your gun at me” she shouted, he then touched his stomach in pain. She then asked with worry in her voice “ are you ok”.. nothing, there was silence as she watched him crouch in pain. “Yea....I’m fine for now” he whispered, y/n furrowed her eyes brows and looked at him with sympathy and said “ do you want some pain killers?” He nodded and she turned on her feet to search trough her drawers for pain killers and sprung back into the kitchen to give home the medicine. She watched as he gulped down the pain killer with a glass of water and smiled, relieved that she was able to help him. She then broke the silence, “ since I don’t know you, want to tell me who you are?”

“No” he bluntly said he got up to pick his shirt up from the side of the sofa and put it on. “Also, who gave you permission to take my clothes off” he said glaring at her. She then scoffed “ dude, you seriously need to get you anger and manners in check, I helped you and this is how your repaying me!” His gaze soften at her words but then he frowned again saying “you don’t have to tell me every minute that you saved me”

Y/n couldn’t believe what the hell was going on, this man she just saved from DEATH itself never mind the police, DEATH! was treating her like this. But maybe he was right she thought, maybe she didn’t have to shove it in his face every minute that she saved him, “sorry” she said Turning from him as he was finally dressed in his bloodied clothes.

As she walked away, he slowly turned his head and leave into the kitchen, he thought to himself that he should be great full that this beautifully kind stranger helped him when no one else would. He then followed her into the kitchen and watch her make food for them. He watched as she busied herself in the kitchen with her task and a smile crept of his face. There was literally and angel right in front of him but he couldn’t give her the satisfaction of that and so his smile disappeared as she turn to look at him.

They then stared at each other for a few minutes and as if time slowed down he couldn’t believe his eyes, it was like love at first sight, he couldn’t believe he was falling in love with this stranger at their first meet but it couldn’t be love could it? He’s just great full for her helping him...isn’t he?

“What are you staring at” she broke the silence

“Obviously not you” he replied harshly

He has to be rude and he can’t fall in love with her not now and not ever, because of who he is, if he falls in love with her she could be a target to the gangs and it’s not like she’s in love with him anyway, she’s probably so scared for him and wouldn’t want anything to do with him after he leaves. He thought and sighed.

Y/n watched him as he lowered his gaze and thought to her self what this stager has gotten himself into that he’s running from the police, he’s such a beautiful and muscular man with tattoos that covered his body and instantly she almost fell in love. ALMOST. She was just glad she was able to help him and continued looking at him in pity.

A few moments had passed and she continued making the breakfast and he gazed up at her and watch her work.

She could literally be the light of his world but his world is to damn dangerous.

A few minutes later she had made breakfast, she turned and shoved the plate towards him “ Eat . You’ll need the energy” “thanks” he whispered and they both ate in silence. “I’m Taehyung” she looked up towards him as he broke the silence “I’m Y/N” “nice to meet you” he countered and then said softly “thank you for saving my life Y/N”.

Then awkward silence filled the room.

She shyly looked up from her plate and broke the silence again saying “ Why were the police looking for you?”

“ That’s none of your business” he said harshly and glared at her with his Piercing eyes

“Well it’s now my business since I helped you, why the were the police chasing you?” She shouted back

“ I don’t give a fuck that you helped me, I can literally kill you right now” laughing as he spoke out.

“ You really have a rude temper you know that?” She glared

Gazing back at her slowly, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I know” he spoke softly as if she just tamed him.

He watched as she got back to eating, and he watched the way she ate her food and how her lips moved as she continued speaking..as if he couldn’t like her more than he already does, everything she does changes him and makes him weaker than he currently is.

She was a girl full of sassiness and confidence but was also very kind and warm hearted and he couldn’t help but fall hard.

Was it wrong?

He got up as her gaze came up to meet his face,

He then leaned in over the small table and pecked her lips with his.

SMACK!

Out of shock her hand landed in his beautiful bruised face and he groaned out in pain “fuck, I deserved that” as he leaned back in his chair.

“ yes you deserved that!” She shouted back and he rose from his seat, rounded the table and approached her, grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips , flames rose up Y/N face and she shoved him backwards and slapped him hard again “ the fuck is wrong with you” she screamed. Taehyung held his face and smirked saying “ thank you for saving me princess”, he turned, put on his blazer then left, Y/N still shocked from what just happen lifted her hands to her lips and touched her lips softly with her fingers as she heard the door closed.

That was the first and last time last time they both saw each other.

The King just met his queen.

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