#white widow x male!reader

[skylarinfinity]

[yelena call m/n in the middle of the night]

yelena: [nervously] hello m/n? baby you still coming tomorrow right?

m/n: [sigh] yelena my love... it's our wedding of course i come.

yelena: [whisper] i just want to make sure.

m/n: [chuckle] i know my love but now go to sleep get your sleeping beauty, i can't wait to see my wife tomorrow.

yelena: [blushing] um- uh ok bye- goodnight...

tags: @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Yandere Yelena Belova Masterlist

Wip!!

[dirtyvulture]

Darkest Knight - Part 4

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Mutant!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You meet a pretty woman in a bar...

Word count: 3787

AN: Please enjoy the long-awaited finale!

Click here for Part 3!

Natasha tears after you, light-headed from the sudden change in emotions. She can barely keep up with you down the hall until you suddenly screech to a halt, holding your arm out to block her from going further.

“Y/N–”

“Shh,” you hiss, your hands clenching into fists, the silver, razor-sharp claws bursting out of your knuckles. “Wait here.” You slip silently around the corner and Natasha holds her breath in wait. She hears a man cuss, then the muted blast of a gun, and she cringes when she sees splinters fly from the wall. There’s a few thuds and cut off screams and you suddenly pop back, blood on your hands and the front of your shirt.

“I definitely ruined the professor’s curtains,” you say with a heavy sigh. “Let’s go the other way. Stay close. They’re only here for you.”

Natasha hates being reminded that she is the reason for this chaos and bloodshed, but she knows it’s the truth and you probably didn’t mean to remind her so brashly. She grabs onto the back of your shirt, tailing you closely, her heart beating in her throat. 

“We need to find Storm. Or Jean. Or anyone, really,” you explain, not sure why there hadn’t been a better plan for this inevitable scenario. But you follow your nose, although the air is now muddled with unfamiliar scents. You’re careful to use all your senses to stay on high alert, but it seems like the Red Room agents have learned a thing or two from your past encounters.

A thick white smoke fills the second floor of the mansion and you grope behind you for Natasha’s hand in desperation. You duck into a room.

“Get the windows open,” you tell Natasha. “As wide as you can.”

“Are we going to jump?” she asks fearfully.

“No. But Storm can get a nice breeze in here to push out the smoke.”

Natasha doesn’t question you further but struggles to open the stiff latches of the old windows. You come over to help her, waving plumes of smoke towards the open screens.

“Let’s keep moving.” You make your way through two more rooms uninterrupted. Outside, the sky has taken an ominous gray tone and a powerful wind rips through the trees. “Hey Nat, we should–”

But the moment you turn around and see Natasha being held at gunpoint by a Widow you lose all control. Four male soldiers funnel into the room, blasting lead slugs into your chest and stomach. You don’t even have to unleash your claws as you slump to the ground with a loud thump, your arms accidentally pinning underneath you. You wheeze raggedly, your body pounding in agony. 

“Y/N!” Natasha screams as the Widow drags her out of the room.

Blood leaks out of your mouth as you try to push yourself up, but your body is too weak to cooperate. The three soldiers run up to you, punching and kicking every inch of you they can reach. You curl into a ball as best as you can, humiliated by your inability to fight back. And you’ve lost Natasha. 

“This is for Antonov!” one of the soldiers shouts as he stomps on your head, leaving an imprint of his boot on your cheek. Pain rattles in your head and you can’t even breathe, trying to wait for a break, but they don’t let up.

“You’re a fucking mutant, aren’t you?” Someone grabs your hair and wrenches your head back. You spit a spray of blood and saliva in defense and he leaps back, cursing and kicking. You hear a shotgun reload again, squirming on the floor to free your arms. “Stop moving so I can put you down like the animal you are.” 

You’re not sure how well you’ll take another gunshot at this close range, but you’re about to find out. You close your eyes and brace yourself.

Suddenly, you hear four different screams and feel an immense heat singing the back of your neck. You crack your eyes open to see familiar red laser beams sweep across the room, knocking the soldiers into the walls. Scott stands in the doorway, shoving his glasses back on as he surveys the damage.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You feel Jean’s hands on your back as she helps you up.

“Nat,” you groan. “Where’s Nat?” 

“I thought she was with you,” Scott says.

“No,” you grunt. “They took her.” As you stand, the pain in your gut is more obvious than ever and you almost crumple back to the ground, but Scott comes forward to steady you. 

“We’ll find her,” he says, and despite the differences the two of you have always had, you know you can count on him.

“Go find her,” you say, clutching at your stomach as you feel one of the slugs trying to push its way out of your body. “I’ll catch up.”

“We’re not going to leave you, Y/N,” Jean says.

As frustrating as it is that your teammates won’t leave you, you know they’re coming from a good place. “Okay,” you resign, taking your first unsteady step. “Let’s go.”

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Natasha feels totally helpless as the Widow drags her away from you. Out in the hall, a group of them swarm her, handcuffing her hands behind her back and forcing her to walk with a hunch, facing the floor as if she doesn’t already know the surroundings. The Widows form a diamond around her, like they would a prisoner, and she wants to laugh at the irony.

“I know none of you have any control over what you’re doing, but please don’t do this–” she starts.

“Shut up, traitor,” a Widow says in Russian, thumping Natasha hard on the back of her head. “Dreykov is waiting at home to kill you himself.”

“After he has some fun with her first,” another one adds and a chuckle spreads through the group as dread turns Natasha’s stomach into knots. 

They force her down a staircase, kicking open a door and dragging her outside. The weather is violent, a complete 180 from how it had been when they had just been watching the students take off in vans. Natasha had been curious how exactly Ororo’s powers worked, but it was obvious they were in full effect now. The wind picked up in great gusts that had the Widows ducking down to their knees, unable to stand at full height without being bowled over. Natasha dropped to her stomach, curling up as the wind spun around them.

“Hey, she’s one of ours!” She hears a man with a Russian accent boom. Fearing a fight will break out between the Widows and the Wolf Spiders, she hunkers into a tight ball and hopes they don’t try tearing her in half. But then she hears the Widows scream and scatter, and peeks up to see Peter, the enormous man she had met previously, his entire body covered in a coating of metal, effortlessly picking up the Widows and throwing them far out into the driveway. Kitty is here too and Natasha swears she’s seeing things when she blinks and Kitty dives through a Widow, turning around and slamming the confused spy onto the ground.

There’s another young man here that Natasha doesn’t immediately recognize. He drops to his knees and splays his hand on the ground, shooting out crackling beams of ice that encase the soldiers’ and stop them in their tracks. 

“We got you, Nat!” Marie is suddenly by Natasha’s side and helps her up. A Widow staggers towards them, but Marie strips off her glove with her teeth and grabs onto the Widow’s exposed hand with her own. The Widow freezes and gasps, tensing up like a board and flopping back onto the ground. “Bobby, over here!”

The boy who could make ice appear out of thin air jogs over and Natasha guesses this must be Marie’s boyfriend. He shadows her and Marie protectively, freezing any of the soldiers that get too close to them.

“Thank you, thank you,” Natasha says, impressed and a little shocked by the powers of these teenagers. Marie and Bobby lead her back into the mansion while Peter and Kitty handle the rest of the Widows. “Have you seen Y/N?” she asks Marie, panic filling her when she thinks about the last time she saw you.

Marie shakes her head. “Don’t worry about Y/N. She’ll be fine. Besides, she told us that we were supposed to protect you at all costs.”

Natasha wants to cry when she hears this. She can’t think of anything she’s done in her life to deserve someone like you. 

Peter and Kitty rush back into the mansion and shut the door. 

“Nat, turn around,” Kitty instructs and Natasha obeys with some confusion. She feels Kitty wrap her hands around the handcuffs and push down; suddenly there is a clatter and Natasha feels her wrists completely freed.

“How did you–”

Kitty waves her off. “All part of being a superhero,”  she says with a wink. 

“We have to move. They’ll find another way in,” Peter says, moving large pieces of furniture in front of the doors.

“Well, they did just get their asses handed to them by a bunch of teenagers, so maybe that’ll make them think twice–” Kitty says.

“We can’t hold them off forever, so what do we do now?” Bobby asks.

“You’ve all done enough.” Everyone whips around to see Professor Xavier roll into the hall, closely accompanied by Ororo. “I see the Danger Room training has been of great use,” Professor Xavier notes. “Excellent job, everyone.”

There is a loud crash from the top of the staircase. Natasha’s heart leaps when she sees you again at the top, although Jean’s arm is around your waist to help you down the steps and a feral pulse of jealousy shoots through her. Natasha runs over and takes the stairs two at a time to push Jean out of the way and take her place next to you.

“I’m fine, Nat, I’m fine,” you insist as she surveys you for any injuries. While you’ve mostly recovered, you are secretly enjoying the doting, even though it’s not really the time for it. You let Natasha help you to the bottom of the stairs, feeling Jean’s cold gaze on your backs but for once relishing in her jealousy. 

“Maybe I should just give myself up,” Natasha says suddenly, her fingers tightening in your side.

“No!” you respond. “Absolutely not.” You would fight the Red Room agents until your entire body gave out if you had to. 

“No one is going anywhere,” Professor Xavier says, and you relax a little when he takes control. 

“But Professor–” Scott starts, and you’re going to smack him upside the head if he suggests that Natasha sacrifice herself. 

“One moment. No one move.”

Natasha presses closer to you and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in anticipation. You can smell the blood, sweat, and fear as the Red Room soldiers traverse through the empty halls in search of your group. They’ll be bursting in any minute. 

“Y/N,” Natasha whimpers and you quiet her by holding her closer to your body.

“Watch,” you tell her just in time as everyone hears the clamor of armed men and women run into the foyer. But they all freeze mid-movement, guns raised but trigger fingers straight. You can move freely and you leave Natasha to walk up to one, staring down the barrel of his shotgun with a smirk. “Not so cocky now, are we?” you say, even though you know he can’t hear you. Purely out of spite, you release your claws and slash his gun in half.

“Y/N!” Scott admonishes.

“Sorry, it slipped,” you respond.

Professor Xavier’s eyes are screwed shut, his concentration deep as he holds all the Red Room soldiers still. “You will return where you came from,” he says. “You will tell your leader that Natasha Romanoff was not here. You will look elsewhere and you will forget everything you saw here today.”

Natasha feels like she’s in a trance herself as she listens to the professor’s calm voice wash over her. She sees the glazed looks in the Wolf Spiders’ and Widows’ eyes. What kind of power does the professor have to control them like this? She shudders at the thought of what he could do if he wasn’t on their side.

“Now go.” With Professor Xavier’s final words, the Red Room soldiers snap out of their stupor. 

The soldier holding half a gun stares at it in pure shock, then looks back at your face.

“You heard the man,” you snap and he drops the remainder of his gun, spinning around, frantically searching for an exit. There is a stampede as they funnel out the windows and front door that Peter has wrenched open once more. All of you wait until the last Widow darts across the driveway, retreating to their armored tanks and peeling away.

“Couldn’t have done that from the beginning, Professor?” you comment as all of you crowd in the double doorways to watch them flee. The sky brightens back up courtesy of Storm, the sudden winds and darkness earlier drifting away.

“You were all getting a little too comfortable around here,” Professor Xavier teases. “Now Marie, if you’d be so kind as to get the cleaning supplies from under the kitchen sink, I think Y/N has some curtains to clean–”

“Oh hell,” you mutter, as everyone laughs. 

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Life at the school quickly returns to normal the following week. Any damage done by the X-Men or the Red Room agents is quickly repaired and the students are none the wiser of the true reason for their impromptu weekend getaway. And once everything is settled and well, you and Natasha can finally pick back up where you had left off.

She has you pinned to the bed, her lips frantic and demanding on yours, as her fingers make quick work of the buttons on your shirt. Your head spins as you’re overwhelmed by her scent and taste, jogging your hips up to show her how desperate you are for her. You’re not usually one to beg, but you absolutely mean it when you say you’ll do anything for Natasha Romanoff.

She yanks open your shirt and flattens her palms on your chest, pushing you down harder into the mattress as she leaves a hot trail of kisses across your face and down your neck. The marks she leaves there heal almost instantly and she grumbles in frustration.

“What’s wrong, Nat?” you ask, squeezing her sides.

“You heal too fast,” she says, her cheeks tinging pink.

“It’s okay. Everyone here knows I’m yours.” You hear her heartbeat pick up when you say this. 

“Mine?” she says.

“All yours, darling.”

Gone is the shy, hesitant demeanor the first time you and her were in bed. Natasha takes the lead with a stunning amount of confidence, removing her own shirt and tossing it somewhere in the corner of your room. You swallow hard when you see her exposed flesh, marred with a few faded scars that you want to trace and kiss. 

“It’s okay,” she whispers, so quietly you’re not even sure if you heard correctly or you were imagining it. “You can touch me.”

But you hesitate, reminded of the damage you’ve caused and the lives you’ve taken with your bare hands. Natasha is too pure for you and you’re afraid to ruin her by keeping her in your life. And no matter how much you like her, you don’t know if it’s the right choice to stick around with her.

“Y/N,” Natasha says. “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” you reply, your hands frozen to where they are on her waist. “Are you sure you want to…be with me?” You hate how nervous you sound, but you’ve never been around someone who’s given you so many butterflies before.

“Of course.” Natasha grabs onto your hands with hers, interlacing your fingers together. “You’re the first person who showed me I was worthy of being comfortable and safe and…loved.” Your heart beats harder. “I only want to be with you because I trust you and I know you’ll take care of me.”

“Nat…” It takes a lot to get you emotional, and now you feel yourself embarrassingly getting choked up. 

“I love you,” she says, her own voice choking. “And I want to show you how much I love you.”

If you had any doubts before, you don’t now. Both of you remove the remainder of your clothing and you moan when Natasha rests her bare center on your abs and rocks back and forth. The heat against your skin is intoxicating, almost as much as the smell, and you’re tempted to ask her to sit on your face until her legs are shaking. 

But Natasha seems to be taking the lead with some other plans, grabbing your hands again and bringing them to her breasts.

“I said it was okay if you touched me,” she reminds you with a wink. 

“O-Okay,” you stammer, can’t remembering the last time you were this flustered in bed with someone. But the moment is so intimate and exciting, you don’t want to be the one to mess it up. Natasha looks down at you and surveys your body in what you can only describe as lust, and you are secretly thrilled you can make her just as happy as she makes you. You roll your fingers over her nipples until they stiffen and she pants at the attention, her arousal heightening. She holds onto your forearms, squeezing them experimentally as if she can feel your claws housed there, then she leans forward and to grasp onto your biceps. 

An added effect of the metal on your bones meant you were carrying around an additional 200 pounds of weight. While your rapid healing prevented you from completely tearing apart each time you moved, it also kept you in peak physical condition, something Natasha seemed very appreciative of right now. 

Natasha grinds harder on your stomach, the stickiness of her center more apparent than ever, and you can’t deny yourself any longer. You let go of her breasts to put your hands firmly on her hips again. 

“Scoot back, babe. I want to feel you,” you say, delighting in her increased heartbeat. With your hands as guidance, Natasha shimmies her body back until her center is almost above yours. You bend her left leg across your stomach so she can sit at a more comfortable angle. The moment she lowers herself and her heat touches yours, you feel like you’re going to melt into the mattress.

“Oh fuck,” Natasha moans, her arms shaking as she braces herself on your abs and thigh.

“Does that feel good?” you ask, pushing her hips in a gentle rocking motion. You wonder if Natasha can feel the way you’re throbbing against her the way she is against you. The stimulation is so incredible, you’re worried you won’t last much longer and then the moment will be over. 

Natasha can only nod as she tries moving her hips faster, but you force her to slow down and savor the moment.

“F-Fuck, Y/N,” she pants, digging her nails harder into your skin.

“Look at me. Hold my hand,” you demand, offering her one of your own and she squeezes it tightly, shifting her eyes to yours with a little bit of nervousness, but mostly trust and love. “It’s okay,” you assure her. “I got you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers back. You roll your hips to match her rhythm, all your thoughts and worries quietly drifting from your head as you focus on your moment with Natasha. You separate your legs a little wider so she can press her center harder against yours, her wetness and yours creating a slick surface for her to ride on, your entire body buzzing with a rush of adrenaline and endorphins. 

“Just like that,” you guide. “That’s my good girl.” Natasha looks so perfect sitting atop of you, riding you with determination to satisfy you. Your clit throbs when Natasha brushes against it and you can tell she’s close from the way her breathing becomes more and more uneven. But you don’t even care about your own release anymore. You just want her to feel good. 

“I…I think I’m gonna–” But Natasha can’t even get the words out as she cums, in too much ecstasy to even vocalize the pleasure you’ve brought her. You keep moving your hips, so turned on by Natasha’s reaction that it sends you to your own peak. The bliss is so overwhelming you go limp on the bed, and when you finally calm down, you find Natasha curled up on your chest, her face tucked into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around her, almost crushing her against you and she whispers for you to hold her closer.

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“This is nice,” Natasha says as the two of you stand on the balcony. A strange game of volleyball is going on with one student duplicating himself to play on both sides, and another with an enormous pair of what she can only describe as angel wings, flies high into the air for a deadly spike. 

“Yeah, it is,” you agree, tightening your arms around her waist from behind. 

“I know they aren’t looking for me, per se, but I know this bubble of safety won’t last forever,” she says.

“Nat, I told you, you’ll always be safe with me.”

“I know.” She turns around in your arms to look at you. “That’s why I want you to come with me.” You tilt your head in confusion. “We’re going to find where the Red Room is, and take them down from the inside.”

“No one knows where the Red Room is,” you say, not realizing how dumb it sounds when you remember the kind of people you have on your side. “I mean, I’m sure the professor could pull some strings and…” You pause. “That’s way too dangerous, Nat.”

“Will you come with me?”

You think it’s a silly idea to track and take down an entire organization infamous for producing deadly spies and soldiers. But you know how important this is to Natasha. Maybe you could even talk some of the others into coming for backup, but you know her mind is already set, whether or not you accompany her.

“Of course I will.” You kiss her in confirmation, loving the way she seems to melt in your arms every time you touch her. “Whenever you’re ready.”

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AN: A happy ending as promised!

I would absolutely love to continue writing this AU, so maybe I'll come by soon with something. Thanks for reading! Please leave likes, comments, and reblogs! 🥰

Update: I wrote a one-shot sequel to this fic, which you can find here. Happy reading!

[andieperrie18]

nobody's daughters (part 1)

Series: Blue Eye Samurai

Pairing: Mizu x Widowed! Reader

Word Count: 1,900+ Words

Warnings: SPOILERS on Episode 5

Chapter Synopsis: Passing by the bridge where the local prostitutes flock, you encounter a wounded man. Or so you thought.

A/N & Disclaimer: So this chapter took a while to come out but here it is. Didn't want to rush this chapter. Considering the timeline, Mizu isn't fully heartless here as this was a period where she had just left Master Eiji. Please note that English isn't my first language and my Grammar isn't any good either so I do hope you enjoy this first opening chapter

Parts: ONE // TWO // THREE // MASTERLIST

“Another good trade, Sen,” you smiled as you held the reins of the white horse as it shifted from a walk to a trot through the dirt road on her way home. You are no great merchant and don't even have that many customers to supply, but ones that you’ve gained have become loyal customers as you.

You leaned down and as your palm glided on the neck of the mare who sighed and leaned to the touch, as you gave a small chuckle at its response. Sitting back your eyes raised to the tree covered skies, rays of sunlight peeked through each space that tenderly kissed your face. 

‘It was a vibrant day’ you thought while you continued to tread home, passing by the red bridge where you would usually find a group of prostitutes where they would flock by. They weren't really kind to you despite your consistent kind greetings everytime you passed by them, it only earned you gossip about your widowed and childless life. A part of your life that you've come to terms after a chapter vengeance finally asks due.

“Have a bountiful day of business ladies,” you bow as you reach the end of the bridge despite just like usual, none of them really replied back but a few hums.

As you’re enter another pathway, your eyes caught a glimpse of a limping figure. Your eyes squinted to get a better look of the person. Gently kicking the horse to trot faster as you gained a clearer view of the injured victim.

“Oh dear,” you whispered, jumping off the mare and jogging to the man clad in blue dragging himself, his hand gripping their bleeding side, red seeping through cloth and skin.

“H-Help me…” he gasped as you managed to catch the wounded man as he collapsed in your arms

( -+-+-+-+-)

You and your patient arrived fairly quick on a long stretch of land that was filled with a vast plantation growing fruits and vegetables in their respective sections, and at the center it was a one story house with bamboo fences surrounding it. The white mare staggered to a stop by the front of the house as an elderly couple rushed out of it and towards you with worried expressions after calling to them for a number times.

“My lady, what’s happened?” the elderly female asked, as you hopped of Sen and effortlessly pulled your patient with the elderly male offering support on the other side.

“Please prepare my quarters for me Tanaka and Midori bring my medical materials, I’ll take our poor guest to his room,” you nodded to the man made who help you carried the man before turning to the woman whom both could only nod before dashing in different directions leaving you to following the elderly male to the inside the your house then to a path towards sliding door that revealed a spacious room. 

The old man rushed to set your futon as you carefully layed the unconscious man to it all as Tanaka helps you set him properly to a better position to be operated. You told the old man to fetch his wife as he hurriedly flees off as you immediately began to work on the man’s kimono as swiftly as she could. Undoning the know of the tie at front, you grasped the end of the cloth but you halt upon slightly lifting it.

Tanaka reappears by the doorway with a box followed by his wife who carried a basin of water, the couple speed towards you as they placed the things you needed. Midori set aside the basin and began to help her husband open the box filled but stop them

“Tanaka, Midori,” 

The couple halts as you turned to them with small smile, “I’ll take things from here, why don’t you both proceed with preparing our meal for the afternoon,” you trailed as you raised to your feet and grasped the raspy hands of the couple and gently pulled them to their feed, leading them away from the man urgently. The couple looked at each other confused and looked back at you.

“Are you certain my lady?” said the old woman, “wouldn’t it be better if we are here to assist you?” supported by the elderly male. You simply shook your head with a smile as you all stopped by the entry way.

“I can manage, what I want you to do is prepare a meal for our patient, we must have regain full strength,” you encouraged as the couple looked at each other skeptically but nodded and turned away, watching them sprinting through halls towards the kitchens as you slid the door closed and rushed back to your patient.

You eyed the unconscious woman on your futon as she helplessly heaved difficult breathes unconsciously, not trying to waste any more time, you finally proceeded to remove her top to reveal her tightly bandaged chest and her continuously bleeding wound on the side of her stomach. You heard a clatter of metal as you had fully exposed her chest, finding a sheathed blade that was tied around to her side. Taking the blade and gently setting it aside, your hands swiftly rustled inside the medical kit pulling various ointments, cotton balls, thread, and needles bandages before tending the wound on the unconscious swordswoman that laid before you.

Mizu flinched half-awake as the pain of the needle entered her skin. Her blurry vision showed a her a wooden roof and a woman who was leaning over her stomach, her hands busy and gentle that did a little soothing with every tug and sew motion. The woman did notice her stares at her as Mizu tried her best to mutter something only stop to due to her weakened state from blood loss. With every pull of the needled with the thread, you see her flinch, an action you could clearly tell that this was her first time to be sew up closed. Confirming the notion in your mind.

“A Life of Vengeance huh, let me guess it didn't really start off great didn’t it?” you scoffed while you began tying knots on the sutures securing them close, not even thinking of looking at the awakened patient. Mizu groaned once more from the tugs through her skin.

“Got a name? Little avenger?” you asked as you finally turned to look Mizu who was in turn looking at you.

Despite being half-lidded, the unusual yet bright hue of Mizu’s eyes never missed you sight before she finally collapsed back to slumber. It left you staring at her for a minute as You can clearly have described it as the color sky in a bright and sunny day but the exhausted yet hardened expression on your patient showed how life hasn't been kind to her, and hues just symbolized ice and lightning.

With those kind of eyes one thing was certain, “I guess life hasn’t been kind to you,” your brows furrowed slightly as your eyes stared at Mizu’s pained expression despite being under consciousness.

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Mizu woke up to a sunlit room the following day, the warm ray light coming from an open veranda that overlooked a small zen garden with a small pond by a white wall and rather curiously, a person seated over her close folded legs facing straight head with a straight back with both hands neatly placed on their lap. 

With a quieted groan, Mizu strugglingly forced herself to sit up as her vision clears and get a better focus on the person’s back facing her way. Studying said person, she had easily distinguished that it was in fact a woman, although she could still slightly see small buffs over their shoulder that would have confused if she had not gained yet a better sight.

“Excu-”, “Ah, you're awake! Thank goodness,” Mizu turned to another direction to find another sliding door, entered an old woman, dressed in the simplest kimono with a rather large tray and was now making her way towards her position.

“Madame was right on what time of day you’ll wake,” trailed the lady as she got Mizu’s side and gently placed the tray down beside the futon. The blue-eyed femme watched as gently moved while muttering a few winces of pain as she turned to face the lady then to the tray filled with covered plates that she could clearly assume would be food.

“Please eat, these are all freshly cooked and picked from the madam’s garden, she insisted on picking the ingredients herself that will help you gain back strength, help yourself,” she continued, smiling at the Mizu.

The expression had the blue-eyed woman feel a certain churn in her stomach but Mizu could tell that this woman was clearly genuine with her gesture. Not wanting to stare at her too much, her blue eyes returned to the somewhat meditating woman by the open entry way across her. Still hadn’t shown any movement even after the sudden arrival of the old lady who had immediately picked up the spark of curiosity from Mizu who stared at the  her serenely occupied matriarch.

“It best not disturbed the madame, but not to worry though, she’ll entertain you as soon as she finishes with her meditation, I’m Midori, the caretaker of the Kento household,” the old lady who had introduced herself as Midori bowed slightly all while Mizu could only mutter “I’m grateful for your assistance,” with a slight bow as she cannot exactly exude a big one with the constant twinges of pain on her side where she presumes the stab wound would be.

“Please help yourself, feel free to come out of this room but sadly milady insisted that you not be free yet without fully healing and recovering your strength, I hope you understand and please take a long rest,” the lady stood and bowed her head in gesture of her leaving Mizu alone in your unconscious company.

Mizu’s gaze went back to you and the frame of your shoulders and back that would gradually slow down yet constantly heaving bigger breaths and longer releases in every passing minute. 

But other than her company, the ambiance around her felt warm and serene, one that she wasn’t really accustomed to as her childhood was too focused on the tasks she had at hand without any regard to things too much. It was all she knew.

Her attention went back to the tray of food and went about uncovering each plate on the tray. In all of Mizu’s  life, she never really had a big meal, just decent ones that she had while she was under apprenticeship that she wasn’t to complain as she was content with having a roof over her head and decent meal under the care of the swordsmith.

 A sigh left her lips as her heart swelled with every plate of cousin composing her  large meal. She marveled at how almost each bowl was a brim full of nutrients. Mizu never really knew much difference between a meal made by a chef and homemade, but it was enough that each meal exploded with rich aroma and delicious scents that she had never thought she would never get a taste of  in her whole life.

Adjusting herself to sit properly within the futon, she placed her hands together.

“Thank you for the food.” 

Her hand found the chopstick and ate to her heart's content.

[teal-sword]

Spoilers for the new movie!!!

You died.. I'm sorry I couldn't save you

Miles Morales (1610) x male reader

Miles Morales(42) x male reader

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2 people come down from the pillar both still in the dark making their figures hard to see the only visible thing from them is a silhouette and the purple and white outlines of something that's supposed to be eyes and a mask? The one with the purple mask is obviously a bit taller than the one with..spiderman like eyes both of them walk closer you can see the symbols on both of their chests a symbol seemingly so familiar yet so hard to explain the one with a purple one is hard to explain but the one with white spiderman eyes symbol is easy to explain well at least for anyone who knows spiderman.. the man with a purple mask speaks, because of the voice changer it's hard to understand then the one with the spiderman eyes and a half gas mask repeats what he said also not understandable because of a voice changer "what?" Miles asks not understanding the more he looks at the mask the more he sees the Prowler's eyes, his mask, the one his uncle wore.. "Your father" he spoke up the one in a half gas mask and spider man eyes keep quiet the news on the tv cannot be heard as well as uncle Aaron "What?" Miles asked again "Your father,you said he's still alive" he said saying it cold but with a small hit of.. no one can really explain it.. "Yeah.." Miles answers back now understanding the question "Huh." "Who are you?" His robotic mask falls away gracefully and in the dark the one still in the dark steps up closer to the gas mask slips off and the spiderman goggles he puts away to rest on his head and it's him?! "I’m Miles Morales. But you... you can call me the Prowler." His own version introduces himself and then Y/n.. the one who died in his universe.. "And I'm Y/n but, you call me Black Widow. " His spider senses goes off at Y/n's reveal and he panics(not knowing Y/n's spider senses came off at the same time as his as well) "I need to be home. Our dad is going to die-" " Your dad." He's cut off by himself or well the Prowler "Not his dad, your dad." His dead boyfriend corrects him as well "please.. you have to let me go.." he says but not in a please or begging tone but in an dominant yet small tone "Why would I do that?" His counterpart answers a stare off that happens between the both of them and then Y/n kicks the bag causing him to swing both of the Miles not expecting it

"Y/n what was that?" Y/n turns around to Miles(1610) and whispers to him " don't let him see the hands, make him watch the mouth. " He puts on the goggles again and gas mask before jumping out the window.

He wants to think of anything right now but he can only wonder.. if he wasn't spiderman could you have been alive with him .. if he wasn't spiderman would you have stayed and wouldn't have failed saving you cause you wouldn't need to be saved.. if he wasn't spiderman would you be alive.. his hands glow a bit as he holds on to the chain

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I don't know if I made his understandable but Y/n saw what miles was doing

[6rookie-writer0110]

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Male Reader x Ava Ayala

Request - Ava Ayala (white tiger) x Male reader. Where the male reader is an avenger with abilities like flight and controlling elements like (air, fire, earth, water, and electricity), going by Kid Element. Nick fury assigns the reader on a mission alone with Ava to fight against the sinister six. Ava doesn’t want to work with reader because she thinks he’s reckless and careless. However after the mission was a success, Ava and the reader started warming up to each other.

Ava went to see Nick for something important. Nick tells Ava that she has to team up with someone to stop The Sinister Six, and she says yes.

“So who do I team up with? Black Widow, Bruce?” Ava said.

“Natasha is busy and Bruce is helping Tony with something,” Nick said.

“Then who… Steve? Clint-” Ava said.

“It’s Y/n. You are going to team up with Kid Element” Nick said.

“No! I'm sorry, but I don't like him” Ava said.

“Why not?” Nick asked.

“He thinks everything is about him and he is so cocky that it's annoying. Please let it be anyone else but him” Ava said.

“I made up my mind, Ava,” Nick said.

“He isn't even here,” Ava said.

“I know he is late like always but I picked him and you for a reason,” Nick said.

You arrived at the meeting very late and she was glaring at you.

“Why are you late?” Nick asked.

“Something came up,” You said.

“Like what, signing autographs?” Ava asked.

“Yes, I was signing autographs and taking pictures” You smiled.

“Oh my god” Ava mumbled.

“Just sit your ass down. You and Ava will have to stop The Sinister Six together. Just get the job down before they attack the hospital. Ava will tell you the rest now I have to leave” Nick said.

Nick left the room and Ava sighed heavily.

“You think you can keep with me?” You teased.

“Ugh,” Ava said.

“What?” You said.

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The Sinister Six started to attack the children's hospital because the mayor is there and they wanted the mayor dead.

“Follow my lead,” Ava said.

“I have ideas. You should hear them” You said.

“No. We don't have time for that, just follow my lead” Ava said.

“Okay, what is the plan?” You asked.

“Okay, the plan is-” Ava said.

You just walked away because you felt your idea was better than hers. She is feeling angry but she starts to follow you…

“Guys, while you didn't invite us to the party?” You smirked.

“Don’t be a smartass, Kid Element” Rhino said.

“Ugh, can't believe I have to fight with you,” Ava said

“You will like it,” You said.

“Enough talking! I'm going to kill you two like a bug” Lizard said.

“Bring it!” You yelled.

Ava went to take the citizens to safety. You used flight to tackle Rhino outside of the hospital. You didn't want to ruin the hospital. Now you and Rhino are starting to fight but you have super strength to push him back. Then you used electricity to hurt him and it worked, he fell to the ground. But Ava starts to fight Doctor Octopus, she starts to dodge his tentacles. He is trying to grab her but she is faster.

But Electro and Lizard start to fight you at the same time. But you use your element powers to fight them. Ava jumped out of the window and landed on the ground fine.

“The citizens are okay,” Ava said.

Ava jumped over your shoulders and kicked Lizard in the face.

“Not bad, White Tiger,” You said.

“Not bad yourself,” Ava said.

You and Ava start to fight side by side. You used your water powers to slow down Rhino and Lizard. Then you punched Doctor Octopus in the face then she kicked him in the chest. Then you used your Earth powers to create an earthquake to hurt them.

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After fighting the villains, you went home and invited Ava. You are surprised she said yes, but you and Ava are feeling tired. The apartment is in a somewhat bad shape.

“I live with my uncle and his girlfriend,” You said.

You and Ava are wearing normal clothes and she is sitting next to you. She drinks her fruit punch soda.

“What happened to your parents?” Ava asked.

“I don't like talking about it, but I would tell you. My parents died in a car crash, then I was placed in foster care for a while before my uncle took me in. My uncle got hurt in a motorcycle so he can't work. I pay most of the bills doing odd jobs, while his girlfriend takes care of him” You said

“I lost my parents too, Y/n,” Ava said.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, my parents were killed by a hitman. Wish I could have done something differently. But I live with my niece Angela del Toro” Ava said.

“I think that too, wishing I could have done something differently” You sighed.

“I won't tell anyone about your parents,” Ava said.

“I know. I have chips” You said.

“I have been craving chips for a while” Ava smiled.

She followed you to the kitchen. You and Ava started to share the chips and then started to talk about music. You and Ava are smiling at each other and she is enjoying the conversation. Next, you and Ava talked about music artists which you two dislike the most.

But something happens, and she starts to kiss you. She has her arms around you and starts to kiss you and you don't stop kissing her.

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You and Ava have been dating in secret. It's date night you took her bowling, and you two are having fun. But you took Ava to another city so the Avengers won't find out that you are on a date with her.

“I won!” Ava cheered.

“I want a rematch,” You said.

“Y/n, you lost to me twice” Ava smiled.

“You cheated, Ava,” You said.

“You are funny” Ava giggled.

You and Ava went to get snacks. You sit across from her and she steals a cheese fry from your plate.

“Wow, you are a food thief and a cheater,” You said.

“I have skills,” Ava said then she winked.

You are smiling at her then continue to eat. Before going home, you and Ava play the Claw Machine. She kissed you on the lips because you won her a plush bear with a basketball team name on the shirt.

“Let me try to win something for you” Ava smiled.

“Sure! No girl has ever won something for me” You said.

“I’m not like the others,” Ava said.

“That’s true,” You said.

You watch play but after a while, she finally won something for you. She managed to get you a plush ghost from Super Mario. You kiss her on the lips and she has her hand on your cheek.

[misguidedasgardian]

House of the Dragon Masterlist

For now all the stories are several male characters with a Targaryen!reader

😈 dark fic

🔥 smut

😈🔥= noncon/dubcon

💀 = death

☠️ = angst

💞 = fluff

Harwin Strong

Stories

The White Dragon 🔥💀💞 COMPLETED

You are Rhaenyra's younger sister, after you are forced to marry her lover Harwin Strong, you manage your new life as a part of court, while trying to keep your family together despite everyone trying to destroy the House of the Dragon from within

Cregan Stark

Stories

The Winter Sun 🔥☠️💞 COMPLETED

You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

And you found yourself more willing to be surrounded by wolves than by vipers. Because you were known as the little sunshine of the Red Keep, always shinning light in everything you touch, and the cold heart of Cregan Stark won't be any different.

The sun always shines, even in the coldest of winters.

I need to... 💞☠️🔥

You never expected your highschool sweetheart, the man you were certain you were going to marry, the perfect man, Aemond Targaryen, would cheat on you with your plastic arts teacher. Deciding to take a step back and change colleges, you end up where you wanted to first get to... Winterfell University, where your life takes a huge turn for the better, new friends, new classes, and specially, a new love. Now your needs go first, and first, you need to calm down

The Hour of the Wolf 🔥💀 ☠️

"The war is over, King Aegon the Usurper is dead but also is Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, now the Kingdom submerges in chaos and uncertainty about who will be the next Targaryen who will sit the iron Throne. All eyes turn to the two survivors, Aegon the young and her older sister. In the midst of chaos, the wolf Cregan Stark takes command to bring justice to his late Queen, and help to put back together the pieces of what was the greatest dynasty this Kingdoms had ever seen, he never realized he was the one who was going to put together the young new Queen as well"

One-shots

The price of war 😈🔥 part 2

Your family sends you to Winterfell to try and gain Cregan Stark's alligiance, but he didn't take very well the fact that you'd think he would betray his Queen, so he decides to take you anyways

Aemond Targaryen

Stories

The Dragon's Mistress 😈🔥☠️ COMPLETED

You were the last remaining child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, hold up in Dragonstone, the Greens, more, precisely, Aemond Targaryen has come for you... to bend the knee and submit yourself to him

Storm's End (three-shot) 😈🔥☠️

part 2 part 3 part 4 Part 5

Ending I. Ending II

Your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Aemond x Helaena x Sister!reader

Story

Desire and Duty 🔥💞

After the war, your family completely decimated, Aemond does his duty, but also his desire, when he takes Helaena, and you, his little sister, as his wives. You go willingly, as you and Helaena already had found... comfort... in eachohehr

Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader

Stories

Blurred Lines 🔥☠️💞😈

You had been married to Harwin Strong for four years, you had a beautiful daughter together, you stayed home, took care of his child, of him, the house and his sons form his first marriage every other week, but that wasn't enough

He cheated on you, so you kicked him out of the house.

You would have never guessed that Jacaerys, Harwin's eldest child, was not going to leave your life, as this is exactly wht he was expecting you to make you his, finally

Jacaerys Velaryon x Alicent

Oneshot

A little payback 🔥 COMPLETED

Jacaerys that his family and him are constantly belittled and bullied by the self-frightous Queen Alicent, he has to put her in her place, and that place is under him

[simpsations]

I must say that I loved the aesthetics of this blog! your writing is nice to enjoy and now if you don't mind I have a request, could you do something m×m of a human and a widow harpy that has some cubs, I know it's very specific lol but I can't venture out fandoms for a while, so I hope you don't mind me pushing my ideas on you.

remember to exercise and drink water, it's important!

Not at all, I'm just glad to have some request. It's such a good idea that I'm already thinking of things to write!! This got me so excited that I turned off one piece to start writing 😂

The first part of it is mainly about the nestling, I hope that's not a problem.

I hope this fits your palette!

I decided to go with a simple FarmerMaleReader

Warning: None

MALE!Reader | M4M | Monster male x Male Reader

APPRECIATION

A simple task you thought, The only thing you had to do was harvest the vegetation that sat closer to the wilderness.

You lived in a cozy cottage in a large village, your house is placed at the edge where the forest lay. Only two paths existed in that forest and they were both for trade.

The sun had been high, almost at set, and you wanted to hurry to get the harvesting done and over with before night, you really didn't want the goods to spoil due to how long they stay sitting out, you had already took up the ones closer to your home, and sorted them accordingly.

So with a small wagon, you follow the thin path of tilled grass that has popped up over the years and made your way to the back of your farm to start.

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You had just finished loading the squash into your wagon and was moving on to the next patch of vegetables, located closer to the forest, when you hear a loud cry.

It sounded like a mix between a screech and a normal infant cry. Concerned, you made your way to the sound. There in the watermelon patch laying in a pile of crushed fruit and dirt lay a small baby. Yet this baby looks different, it had a lower body similar to the average eaglet, covered in fluffy white feathers it seemed, and tiny little wings poking from its back, looking similar to the legs with the fluffy feathers.

The baby looked to be in terrible condition and terribly tired, it didn't smell any better either. It was no doubt a nestling.

Even if this infant somehow got into your farm, and destroyed a few of your fruit in what you believe was hunger, although it just looks like it wasn't able to eat it because of how large the chunks were, you gently placed a hand on it's back.

The nestling turned it's head to you and seemed to be shaking in either fear of because it lacked cloths and had been sitting in fruit juice for god knows how long seeing as the sun was going down.

You gently pat its back as a way to show you mean no harm and almost instantly it started to reach for you, crying once more. You lift it up into your arms and balance the nestling on your hip then turn and start to push your wagon back to the cottage.

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By time you return to your cottage, the nestling had settled, no longer crying only clinging to your shirt with it's dirty little hands. Speaking of dirty it seemed like you both had needed a bath.

Going inside and heading towards the bathroom you turn the handle to allow warm water to flow through the faucet and into the deep tub. Plugging up the tub to let some water deep in you place the baby inside of the tub after turning the water off once it hit about 3 and a half inches deep.

The infant seemed to already know what the water ment because it started to clean itself somewhat, picking up the water in its cuped hands and in some way slashing it onto themself.

Since it seemed to have it under control, you move over to the above head shower and remove your clothes. When pulling the rope, warm water flowed down in a shower and you step under it.

You take the bar of soap and rag to start cleaning off the grime and dirt from your body.

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Once you had finished getting dressed, you walked over to the tub and peeked inside. There laying on a not as deep end of the tub was the nestling, the water had turned a mix of brown and slight red, in which you hope was from the watermelon, although you will have to check for injuries latter, along with some leaves that had gotten stuck on the nestlings curly white hair and fluffy black feathers.

Taking a clean towel, you wrap the infant in the cloth and cradle it close to your body to keep it warm and took it to your den area.

A cozy little room with a large plush couch laying against the far wall, taking up that entire wall, a bookshelf willed with multiple knowledgeable books and fantasy books filling the four shelves equally. A soft rug that too up the rest of the floorspace, along with a stubby coffee table. Sitting on a risen brick form was the fireplace, the fire safely burning behind a metal bar door.

You settle the nestling in a blanket on the rug, not wanting it to fall off the couch while you were gone, and walked over to the first aid kit in the hall leading to your front door and walked back to the towel to inspect any injury the nestling may have.

After further inspection of the nestling, you came to a few conclusions. One it has a small scratch under the right wing, it hasn't had any food for god knows how long, and it's a boy.

So, after applying some ointment to the scratch you rewrapped him and decided to make a small comfortable area for him to stay in, moving the fluffy pillows to the ground and making a nice pile along with some hand knitted blankets and quilts. Laying him down and allowing him to sleep more comfortable.

You left the room once more to go make something for it to eat, setting on warming up some milk and cooking some chicken cubes for the baby, and preparing a small homemade dinner pie for yourself, making it big enough to slip in half and save the rest for the next morning.

Once you had the done you heard the screech like cry again and gathered the food made for the bird boy and returned to the den room. Being gentle to use a syringe to feed the baby the milk, since you didn't have any baby bottles laying around. And carefully broke up the chicken cubes into small pieces and dunking into the milk to help the nestling swallow it better, than using some chopsticks from someone takeout that you never used, you fed the meat to the bird boy until he seemed content on what he was given and fell back to sleep.

You allow him to sleep soundly, leaving to go up stairs to your bedroom.

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You were woken up to the sound of crashing and a recognizable screech like cry, jolting up from your bed you make your was down the set of stairs, then to the main hall. The front door had been pushed through, there were claw marks along the outside of the door.

There was a trail of blood leading towards the den. In a fit of worry, you rush to the den, before you even stepped a full foot into the den, you saw a tall figure standing and holding the screeching infant.

He almost reached your sealing and is broad figure lookup a lot of room, his hair was long and shaggy, his pale skin was speckled with bark brown feathers. His clawed feet slightly dug into the ground as he stared at you, protectively holding the infant that was chirping up at him.

He looked ready to pounce on you, stopping as the chick continues to communicate with him with his loud screeching. The larger of the two winged creatures slowly looked around the room, analysing the bundle of blankets, food an sweater set aside for the infant to have when it woke up. Then it looked back to you. He seemed calmer than he was before.

"You... Take care of my cub?" A deep grumbling voice sounded, it startled you a bit, he sounded like he hasn't spoken to anyone in years. With a simple nod from you, he pulls his wings back against his body to seem smaller and less intimidating. "Thank you greatly", his voice was filled with gratitude, his face softening from the harsh glare he gave you before.

"I apologise for intruding, when I finally caught the sent of my son, I lost all moral, my name is Oxylius, thank you for treating my child of his wounds" Oxylius looked at you with admiration.

"it's okay, I didn't want to just leave the poor boy out in the garden, there are wolves roaming around these parts of town" you chuckle lightly," I'm slightly surprised though, usually it's the mother that would hunt down and search for her child." You say sheepishly.

This statement made Oxylius look away from you, a slight mournful look took over his face. "My mate... Had passed during birth, I have been caring for my child on my own..." He explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry for bringing up a sensitive topic" you spoke with worry.

Oxylius shook his head gently and smiled at you, "it's alright," he looked at you for a moment, not speaking then once he noticed he was staring his feathers seemed to ruffle and a small blush duste his face, "well then, I have to get my son back into the nest" he made his way around you and towards the front door again. "I owe you one," He said before leaving your home.

You smiled slightly at the weird altercation, this might be on wifi the strangest days ever, maybe you'll see him again.

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Sorry for the rushed ending I think about the plot as I go not knowing what will happen until it's typed out. I hope you enjoyed it @juno-of-wonderland

[ms-nesbit]

The Graduate (professor!jason todd x reader)

yall sickos voted for it, and here it is.

summary: Reader is attending Gotham University with Tim and Steph, who invite her to hide away from her family at Wayne Manor for summer; Reader's old professor, Mr. Todd - whom she had feelings for - would return to Wayne Manor for a visit.

warnings: smut, reader is chubby (and is mentioned vaguely during the smut part), oral sex (female and male receiving), jason todd is not red hood

word count: 3.7k

note: i wasnt passionate about this, and i think it shows. i will submit another poll soon

AO3

Trees swayed to and fro, their leaves descending from their branches. Below them were students of Gotham University, bustling with mixed feelings in their own individual bubbles. At this time of the year, the students were frantic to finish their studies, bubbling with fear of failure - or, in y/n’s case, fear of the inevitable: returning back home to her parents.

“Come on, y/n!” Tim nudged her shoulder playfully. “Just stay with us for a bit. I’m sure your folks won’t mind a bit if you joined us.” His backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm holding his overpriced textbooks. “Plus, you know that Bruce is going to be inviting Jason back over.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the enticing information, knowing exactly why it was so pertinent of Tim to disclose the trivia. Jason - or, as y/n called him, Mr. Todd - was her two-hundred level literature professor, one that kept her attendance sharp. Despite her punctuality, y/n’s grades stooped a tad lower than she hoped, having to set aside time for a tutor after hours. The cause?

Wandering eyes. Nearly every lecture in the hall, a “snoozefest” for typical students, was a period of time during which y/n found herself gawking at Professor Todd, sometimes uncomfortably shifting in her seat as she felt herself getting wet underneath her clothes.

“Since you’re basically graduated, you can probably hit on him.” Steph bounced along on y/n’s other side, shiny blonde hair drifting behind her.

While y/n was far from graduating, as her dean (and stacking student loans) reminded her, she was further from infancy as a student; it did help that GU’s policy chose not to define how intimate student-teacher relationships could be, as long as the student was not directly professionally affiliated with the professor.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Y/n let out with a bothered breath.

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Three weeks dashed by, each of y/n’s remaining final exams torturing her, one after the next; she persevered (but barely, nearly falling asleep during her Business Ethics final), and boxed her dorm-materials, shipping them, along with herself, to the Wayne Manor. It wasn’t y/n’s first stay at the manor, having been a guest to the Wayne family’s abundance of galas and sleepovers, but she felt much more high-strung and self-conscious, wanting to make a good impression on her crush.

Tim’s older brothers, Dick and Jason, moved out of Wayne Manor shortly before y/n met Tim, so she never truly thought anything of them; until, of course, y/n’s first day of Classic Literature, when a tall, top-heavy man abruptly entered the lecture hall, reading glasses high on his nose. At that moment, y/n found herself leaning in closer over her desk, regretting her choice of sitting in the rows farthest from the center of the auditorium. She watched as Jason’s fingers ruffled through his hair, black sprinkled with white near his widow’s peak, wondering if it was soft. Or maybe his hair was gelled with some substance, which emitted a waft of juniper and sage…or cedar and cypress…or wintermint. Unfortunately, she caught nothing of Jason’s hint of a pop-quiz that coming Friday, or that the test would account for ten percent of their overall grade.

Y/n’s grade-point average dipped disastrously after that course, something she had to excuse to her parents, as unforgiving as they were, despite their overall dismissal of everything else in her life.

It was why y/n loved her time at Wayne Manor, stepping in with boxes in her arms. She was stopped by a slender man in a navy tee, asking if he could assist with her boxes. “It just seems real heavy, and I don’t want you to get hurt on the stairs.” he excused, taking on the boxes of clothing and bedding.

“Good morning, Alfred!” y/n chirped at the older gentleman, who nodded back and returned his greeting. “How are you?”

Alfred smiled politely. “Most busy, as usual. And how are your courses, Teddy?”

Teddy was a term Alfred used toward y/n when she was a child. He didn’t break the habit, nor did y/n want him to. “Surprisingly tough, actually. I haven’t received the results on my ceramics project, but overall, I’m looking okay.”

Peering down at her from the top of the staircase, Alfred’s smile remained. “Undoubtedly, you are more than capable of handling those adversaries. I’m proud of you.” Alfred was a family member to y/n, similarly to Tim and Steph, caring for all of them whenever they came down with illness, or when y/n was unable to return home due to another violent outburst from her parents. It wasn’t unusual to Alfred, nor did he shame her for it, but he treated her as an insider, and y/n treated him as an equal (dissimilarly to some of the Wayne family’s other guests).

After having been shown her temporary room by Pennyworth, y/n settled her boxes and laid on the bed, catching her breath. Still no Mr. Todd, y/n thought to herself, Would it be weird if I asked Al when he’s stopping by?

It seemed that Dick read her thoughts, as he arrived in the room, remaining boxes in his arms. He set them down beside the doorway and kept his distance respectfully. “Tim told me you had Jason as your teacher. Was he good at all? I heard he’s pretty strict.”

Strict? I don’t remember him being...oh shit, yeah. Y/n recalled, an amused chortle leaving her lips. “He had his moments.” Of the little focus she did have, y/n retained the information, instantly enveloped by the idiosyncrasies ranging from his zero-tolerance policy on open beverages of any kind to his amenability of otherwise adultish themes. During his lecture one day about The Scarlet Letter, Professor Todd tucked his hair behind his ears and dove into the ignorance of sexual fluidity, and the importance of noting Western Christian themes into classic literature.

And when he unveiled his stance on feminism, to the dismay of several misogynistic students sitting in his class, y/n felt her feelings intensifying, even letting out a dreamily sigh when he expelled the oafish hecklers with an impatient tone.

“Do you think it would be weird if he stayed over? He texted me this morning to ask you.” Dick’s voice snapped y/n from her thoughts.

Y/n shook her head cloddishly. “Oh, no! No, not at all, it’s-it’s okay, y’know? It’s his house, too, so I don’t want him to feel put off by it.”

Sensing the sharp discomfort in her body language, Dick lowered his eyes to his phone and ducked his head. “He doesn’t usually date his students, you know.” he looked through his hair, which drooped over the top of his face as his head was still tilted forward.

What the fuck is with the smart people in this fucking family? “That obvious?”

Dick held his index finger and thumb, gesturing, “Little bit. Though he will be here any minute, according to this text.” he showed y/n his conversation with Jason. “Maybe there’ll be an exception for you.” Dick smirked and winked suggestively before walking out of the room, leaving y/n alone with the dropped optimism.

Moments later, y/n heard a crashing down the hall, followed by a blasting profanity, before Tim clamored into her room, his eyes wide. “Y/n, y/n. Dude, did you check your phone?” Y/n shook her head, confused. “Jason’s here. Want me to set him up for ya?” His eyebrows jumped up and down almost mockingly, expression stenched with excitement.

“As tempting as that may be, I don’t think that would work.” Y/n brushed off. “Plus, I just talked to Dick and he said Mr. Todd doesn’t usually date his students.”

Letting out an exasperated grunt, Tim crossed his arms, shifting his weight onto one foot. “Phallus doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I mean, sure, Jason isn’t really big on the teacher-student thing - something with ‘taking advantage’ of a student and the power imbalance or whatever - but I’m sure he’ll be okay with you since you’re, like, no longer his student.” Tim’s sass blew through the ceiling with each word. “So, whaddaya say?”

The evening quickly rolled in, y/n exhausted from unpacking and spending her time frollicking with Steph. Not before long, though, Alfred called the family for dinner, rounding them up with an entree of cold-cut meats and cheeses, and appetizers of golden breadsticks layered with butter and spices. The aroma carried into the dormitories, interrupting y/n from her rest on her bed as her stomach growled. Following the scent, y/n eventually heard a deep voice singing along to a Doris Day record, and chose to pursue the voice instead. As she approached the source of the harmony, she discovered that it was Jason, folding laundry into clothes drawers. 

The closer she stepped, though, the more was unveiled to her: Jason wore his slacks, no different than his salaried attire, but his button-down, usually carefully pressed and sealed, was unbuttoned and relaxed, exposing areas of his chest and torso that seemed so forbidden for y/n to gaze at.

But she couldn’t possibly look away from the sight she daydreamed and pondered about - especially when he was much more toned than she initially thought. Holy shit, she repeated as Jason’s voice continued, like a siren drawing her in for a kill, his abs tightening as he hummed.

Attempting to back away stealthily, a floorboard creaked, alarming y/n, before she ended up bolting down the hall and stairs, running away from any possible consequence.

“Miss y/n, I do have to remind you not to run through the house, Dear.” Alfred admonished sternly as y/n zipped past him and into the dining room. “Please have a seat in your assigned seat.”

Ah, yes — assigned seats. Prior to their departure to university, Tim, Steph, and y/n had to follow a seating chart to deter from wreaking havoc (which was, despite their age, inexorable). As y/n sunk into her designated seat, body slumping over, Steph called from behind, “What’re we havin’ today, Al? Is this…whoa, what happened to you?” her voice quieted as she approached y/n, who attempted to hide herself from view.

Y/n shook her head and forcefully whispered, “I saw your hot older brother half-naked. I dunno what to do.” she revealed her embarrassment to Steph, who sat across the table.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he didn’t know.” Steph shrugged in response. Though y/n shouldn’t be surprised at how nonchalant Steph was, treating the catastrophe as if it were simple, but she had been this self-assured for as long y/n knew her.

Surely she’s right, y/n thought to herself as she stabbed at her cold cut meat on her assigned plate, eyes glued to the labryinthine decorative vine painted along the outer ridge of the china. For the first ten minutes of dinner, she was relieved, noticing the empty chairs on her right, and one on the other end of the table; however, after a series of nibbles (for some reason, as Tim thoughtlessly pointed, y/n wasn’t particularly hungry), y/n overheard a high-pitched squeak of the heavy wooden chair being pushed on the hardwood floor, and her eyes darted to the source, unexpecting of Mr. Todd apologizing as he dropped into his seat, broad shoulders slump in penitence.

“So, Jason, I heard you taught y/n.” Bruce said aloud, slicing his salami with a knife and fork. “Were you tough on her?”

Staring at the coral-toned tablecloth as she stopped her breath, y/n awaited his answer. “I mean, if I did, she did relatively well considering.” Jason just shrugged, sloshing half-chewed provolone on either side of his mouth.

“Stupendous.” Bruce responded, unaware of the tension in the dining room. He wasn’t as involved in y/n’s life as Alfred was, but once he caught wind of the rocky situation back at her home, Bruce sat her down and offered a bed and privacy “whenever you want, y/n.” It was a relief, as y/n did feel guilty about spending so much resources having dinner at the Wayne Manor, and y/n carried her weight around the manor well, claiming ownership for a few responsibilities of the mansion’s many chores.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, y/n glanced up from her plate to Steph, then Tim, who were both giving her mixed signals until y/n scooted back in her chair, swiftly rising as she awkwardly excused herself from the table before exiting promptly.

—

Knock-knock

Y/n heard from the other side of her room, to which she acknowledged: “Come in!”

She was rather ignorant of the possibility of who could be pestering her, her bothered tone seeping from her vocal chords, and body lying prostrate on her bed; y/n’s annoyance, however, cleared as soon as she noticed who was entering, his tall frame creeping past the crack of the door.

“I wanted to come in and check to see if you’re feeling well.” Mr. Todd’s glabella wrinkled with concern, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his slacks. “From what I’ve come to know, you’re not one to dismiss dairy products, especially those in a solidified nature.” Y/n sighed at the comment, aware of his reference: one day after class, y/n was assigned to construct a two-hundred word essay about her favorite snack — she, of course, chose cheese, uninformed that she was to turn in the homework for Professor Todd to read and grade.

Sitting up on her bed, y/n forced a chuckle. “Yeah, I just feel a little weird, that’s all.”

“Mind if I sit here?” Professor Todd pointed to a space beside y/n on her bed, and walked over and plopped down once he received affirmation from y/n. “You know,” he started, hands at his knees as he turned his head to look at y/n, “to be fair, I didn’t know you were Tim and Steph’s friend. They told me after you passed my class, which was probably better than blurting it out before midterms.” Y/n nodded passively, still silent. “If this is what you’re feeling apprehensive about, I have no problem staying somewhere else for the time being. I wanted to visit for the summer, and—”

“No, no, it’s not a problem for me.” y/n stammered over her words, hiding her nerves. “Just a little awkward at first, that’s all.” Fidgeting with her nails, y/n attempted to maintain composure, but couldn’t help but notice the pair of hazel, soft as they observed y/n; his facial hair, reduced to a professional stubble; his bottom lip, cracked and bloody in areas from neglect; and all combined to replace y/n’s anxiety with a primitive need that sparked inside her.

She swore she saw the man’s eyes drop from her face to her chest, and then down to her barely exposed legs, before he looked away. “Then was it when you walked in on me?” Moment replaying in her head as it burned into her memory, y/n pretended to act in nescience of the subject at hand, shaking her head slowly. “So that wasn’t you running away scared shitless after peeping in my room?”

Y/n blinked back a laugh as she admitted, “It was, yeah. Sorry.”

“You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.” Fixated on the ground, y/n barely caught a glimpse at Professor Todd crossing his arms at his own words, almost amused with himself. 

The tease caused a thick silence to ensue, and y/n was indecisive about how to respond. She thought it was a joke - it had to be, right? An educator with rigid morals, an attractive educator at that, relaxing beside y/n as he opened the door to invite her. It seemed cliche, if anything, recalling a handful of romantic tropes with the stench of an inappropriate teacher-student relationship.

But on the other hand, y/n calculated, he unbuttoned his top two buttons on his top, and rolled up his sleeves as he waited patiently for y/n to break the silence, exposing his toned forearms. He was no longer y/n’s professor - nor was she his protégé - and even if he was joking, what was the harm in flirting back?

“Do I have to ask nicely?” Y/n remarked, one end of her mouth twitching as she shifted to lie on the bed, this time on her side, with her legs near Jason’s waist.

She heard a beguiled noise of approval before an oral response. “Depends. Though I would prefer it if you beg.” One of Jason’s large hands rested on y/n’s knee, giving her a quick squeeze as his gaze met hers. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that Professor Todd’s eyes darkened, but y/n still felt nervous to make the move, only allowing Jason’s hand to burn her skin.

“Well,” y/n began before reaching out and cupping Jason’s chin, turning his cheek to face her as she whispered, “Can you please, please see you like that again?” she batted her eyelashes as she spoke, which caused Jason to groan in response. “I want to see if there’s anything else you can teach me.”

In a moment’s time, Jason was on top of y/n, straddling her hips as he pressed his lips to hers. His hands held her face as he immediately bit her top lip, cock hardening each time a smidgen of a moan was swallowed into the kiss.

Grasping at either of his biceps, y/n let out a relieved moan when Jason’s lips met her neck, head tilting back. Jason’s hands fumbled with her clothes, impatiently pulling it over her head before returning to explore her plump body.

“Do you have a condom?” y/n panted, heart rate increasing ever so slightly with each inch Jason’s lips crept toward the hem of her shorts.

Jason shook his head, murmuring in between kisses, “Don’t need one.” He untied the knot on yn/’s shorts before pulling them down, exposing her skin to the cold air. His hands wandered, driven by pure wanton and hazardous lust as he pinched possessively at the inside of y/n’s plush thighs. Y/n was soundless until Jason pushed her legs apart,  sinking a finger into her dripping core as his lips attached to her clit. The action evoked a moan from her, and Jason watched as he continued, licking and sucking at her sensitive bundle of nerves until she drew y/n closer to release.

“Mr. Todd,” the professional title left y/n’s lips in the most sinful way, her hips lifting from the bed as she pleaded. “Please, I want—”

“Hush,” Jason muttered, “I want you to come on my fingers before I have my dick in your mouth. Now, Baby,” he flicked his tongue intermittently at y/n’s clit, two fingers curling at the spongy part of y/n’s inside. “Can you do me a favor and come for me?”

Though his words were respectful, his expression was almost needy, but still caused y/n to ride her hips against Jason’s mouth and fingers, set on achieving what was asked of her. She gasped as she reached her climax, hips lifting from the bed as her thighs trembled.

Jason worked through her high before rising from the bed to remove his remaining clothes, his cock springing free from his boxers as he stripped them from his body as well. Y/n eyed it as she hopped from the bed, positioning herself in front of Jason as she kneeled. She glanced up at him through thick eyelashes, hands unclasping the hooks of her bra to bare her breasts. Y/n knew it was something she looked forward to doing - wrapping a hand around Jason’s shaft as she stroked it achingly slow - if she reached that point, and exploited whatever experience she had to put on a show for the man towering over her. Dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, y/n kept her gaze on Jason, watching how expressive he became at each movement she made.

Her favorite was the way Jason’s lips shaped into an ‘o’ when her lips kissed the tip of his uncut cock, licking at the precum already collecting on it. His body shivered as she bobbed her head, swallowing as much of his dick into her mouth as she could, and pulling her head back until his cock released from her mouth with a pop.

Y/n continued like this at a slow pace, tarnishing what residual patience Jason had left; it was soon, however, when Jason had enough and grabbed a fistful of y/n’s hair, bucking his hips into her mouth as he hissed. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned when y/n increased the pace, one hand working at his shaft and another kneading her own breast. Jason couldn’t help but feel helpless like this, seeing y/n wanting him this badly; so he allowed his mouth to fall open, eyes shutting as he felt himself nearing his climax. He warned her with a broken moan, “I’m gonna come,” that met y/n’s ears with a kiss to her core.

“Please be good and come for me.” y/n said sultrily, hands working faster to draw a reaction from the man above. The words caused Jason to whimper, his hips stuttering as he fell into a bumbling, moaning mess and came. Y/n caught each rope of cum released into her mouth, swallowing each bit as Jason came down from his high.

Y/n smirked up at Jason, who was panting from his climax, and smoothed her hands along his thighs. Standing on her feet, she kissed Jason’s cheek, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You know, you still haven’t taught me anything.”

“We have time. Until tomorrow’s lesson, hmm?” Jason assured, his voice tired but tainted with desire.

[robsth0r]

Stark Party (Loki x Trans!Male!Reader)

A/N: Here we got some Loki x Trans!Male!Reader content. Enjoy!

Warnings: Gender dysphoria, misgendering.

Word Count: 1273

“Y/n, are you in there?” I hear Natasha’s voice from outside my bathroom. I hesitate a bit as I walk out of the shower.

“Yes! I just finished bathing. I'll be out in a second.” I quickly dry myself and put on the clothes I had taken with me into the bathroom, which is a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. 

As I walk out of the bathroom still drying my hair I see Natasha standing in a beautiful maroon dress all done for the party Tony is having. 

“Looks like you're trying to impress someone?” I say with a smirk knowing the feelings Natasha has had for Maria the last half a year. She blushes a little looking down before stretching out her arm in the direction of my closet suggesting that I should find an outfit and take it on. I walk in the direction of the closet trying to decide in my head what colors I was going for.

As I walk into my walk-in closet I look around at the clothes trying to decide what it was gonna be this time. I think back to the first party with the Avengers. I had chosen to wear a suit mostly dark green and black, Loki’s colors. It was not even thought through but I had liked the extra attention and compliments from Loki when it came to my outfit and the color scheme.

Snapping out of my thoughts I decide that I’ll go for the dark green theme again, maybe even taking on some gold as well. Taking on the chosen green casual suit set I look in the mirror walking out of the closet to Natasha refreshening her red lipstick.

She looks at me in the mirror, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. She turns around quickly, being done with the lipstick. Smirking, she says, “Well I’m not the only one that’s onto something.” I blush and look down, knowing exactly what she’s talking about. 

She grabs a hold of my arm pulling me in the direction of the makeup-station she had created while I was changing clothes. Natasha starts applying makeup on my face.

I never have had a good relationship with makeup as it makes me dysphoric quite easily and also brings back traumas from my hyper feminizing eras. Don’t get me wrong I love makeup and dresses and all that stuff but it is not just make up or dresses in the eyes of trans people. At least not while feeling masculine. It holds much more trauma than I wish it did because when I look at Loki rocking eyeliner in a masc way I will try eyeliner myself but looking at the reflection I will just be seeing the girl I have tried hard to get out of my life.

“And~ done!” I nervously open my eyes looking at the reflection afraid I might look at the girl I hate but I look at my reflection and for the first time in so long I feel comfortable with makeup on. The sight is a lot to me and I sigh in relief of the handsome boy staring back.

Natasha noticed my sudden change in body language and smiled knowing she did a good job. I stare at the reflection not wanting to look away and just take in every inch of the boy staring back. I force my eyes to look up at Nat.

“Thanks… I should have asked you to do my make up long ago!” I say smiling, catching myself starting to tear up. Nat just nods slowly with a smile upon her lips. I turn around in the chair standing up readying myself mentally for the party.

“Would you be a gentleman and lead me to the party?” Nat asks with a smirk tilting her head slightly to the side. Gentleman. I smile and take her arm in mine walking out of my room and down the long hallway in the direction of the elevator. 

When we reach the elevator it stops at our floor. As the elevator doors open it reveals Sam and Bucky standing talking probably on the way to find Steve. Walking into the elevator both Sam and Bucky check Nat out Sam of course being the most obvious. 

“Looking good widow.” Sam says with a grin forming on his face as he walks out. Bucky smiles at me on his way out and I smile back awkwardly.

“You look good too buddy.” Bucky says squishing my shoulder.

When the elevator door closes my smile falters a little just for a second but Nat sees it anyway. She smiles at me reassuringly and the elevator goes down.

~Time skip~

On the way to the party after Nat and I got out the elevator we ran into a whole bunch of people. First off we found Thor which really is not hard when he is at least 6’4 and talks very loudly. Then Coulson, Barton and… Fury, which had me questioning a lot. I also spotted Elon Musk over in the corner together with some business people. Then we met Maria and that was when Nat departed from me. I am now sitting alone on one of the bars chairs drinking my well deserved drink. 

This party has already been a total flop for me. Well besides from the acknowledging nod from Loki at the beginning of the party. People have either been ignoring me which I am fine with most of the time but not when it’s my friends, or I have been misgendered. I don’t find myself that feminine. I shouldn’t have put on the make up anyways.

Sitting deep in thought, I don't even realize when Loki takes the seat next to me.

"Hello, Y/n," he says with a small smile.

I turn to him, surprised. "Oh, hi Loki," I say, trying to hide my shock.

"I see you've gone for a green theme tonight," he says, gesturing towards my outfit.

I nod. "Yeah, I guess I have."

Loki leans in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, green is the color of envy."

I raise an eyebrow, not sure where he's going with this. That was definitely not the comment I had thought of when I went with the colors.

"Envy is a powerful emotion, Y/n," he continues, "It can drive a person to do great things, or it can consume them entirely."

I nod slowly, not sure where this is going.

"You seem to be struggling with something," Loki says, his eyes searching mine. "Is it the makeup?"

I hesitate before nodding. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Loki nods understandingly. "I know how that feels. But you should know that makeup doesn't define who you are. You are so much more than just your appearance."

I look at him, surprised by his words. I never thought I would find myself seeking advice from the god of mischief.

Loki continues. "It's okay to experiment and explore different aspects of yourself. But don't let it define you. You are more than just your gender identity."

I nod slowly, taking in his words. "Thank you, Loki. I needed to hear that."

Loki smiles at me before standing up. "I have to go find Thor now. But remember what I said, Y/n. You are more than just your appearance."

As he walks away, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. I take another sip of my drink, feeling a bit better. Maybe this party won't be such a flop after all.

[ohtobeleah]

Enterprise // Jake Seresin

Chapter Four: Rat in the Ranks

Summary: There’s a rat in Jake Seresins Ranks and you’re sure of it. After coming to after a home job stitch job done by Bob Floyd—you stumble upon a plot that goes deeper than you know.

Warnings: SMUT! Unprotected sex, lewd language. Jake Seresin x Female Reader. Male x Female fighting sequence. Major character death. (Sorry not Sorry)

Word Count: 5.3k

Author Note: I’ll probably Try get another chapter out for Sunday, but please don’t quote me darlings I have a busy week. Also: tumblr still hasn’t fixed that bug with read more on the app—just an FYI

Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |

Rain. Without it the world would surely shrivel up like a prune. That’s what his father told him as a child when Jake had complained about not being able to play outside. 

Jake hated when it rained, he could hear the gentle sound of rainfall falling outside the slightly ajar window and with every droplet that smacked against the window itself? He was reminded of how much time had passed him by that he’d been sitting in Bob Floyd’s spare bedroom watching you sleep. 

Jake wanted you to be able to smell it though —it had been something he remembered you mentioning once when you’d come over with your father for one of their monthly meetings. You’d complained about how muggy it was, that the humidity lingering in the air was messing up your hair. But the smell had been delightful. The smell of rain was something you wished you could bottle up and sell for a pretty penny. It was and always would be one of your favourite things. 

The smell of rain. 

Your eyelids were heavy as they fluttered open, Jake quickly turned his gaze from the window he’d been staring out of back to you, watching as you came to after what felt like a million years in a deep sleep. He watched reluctantly as you tried rolling over in the white bed linen you found yourself entangled in. A small groan escaped from your parked lips as you frowned, frustrated that you were waking up. You hadn’t noticed Jake Seresin sitting in the corner of the room. 

“No–” You grumbled. Twisting as you sighed and tried to find a comfortable position once again. All was right with the world until you felt a sharp radiating pain shoot through your left shoulder as you applied pressure to rest up on your elbows to look around the bedroom you were unfamiliar with. “Ah fuck–what the hell?” You hissed out, cupping your shoulder as you sat up and doubled over. “Fuck—“ 

Looking down, you were clad in a spaghetti strap nightgown which stopped just above the middle of your thigh, it definitely wasn't something you owned. You were more of a neutral tone, black and white kind of gal. Baby pink wasn’t your style, not that you had anything against the colour in general–it just definitely wasn't yours. 

The nightwear was accompanied by a bandage which wrapped around your shoulder and the upper part of your chest, holding what felt like thick padding against a wound. Sitting up you could feel tears threatening to spill over from the pain, but quickly wiped them away, reminding yourself who you were. 

“Stop moving around so much you’ll pop your stitches.” Before you could untangle yourself from the mess on sheets a gruff voice was coming from the other side of the room. Jake Seresin had been sitting at the cream coloured armchair in the corner in a small study nook set up nice and neat. Just a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips. “Bob does a good job but it’s not bulletproof—“ Jake paused, the corner of his lip twitching at his own joke. “And as it turns out, neither are you Widow.” 

His eyes were bloodshot and heavy as Jake slowly stood from the place he’d been perched in for what felt like years. Just watching you sleep, like you were his responsibility to watch over. Your eyes never left Jake's exposed torso as you watched him, almost believing you were dreaming when he came to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“You look like ass.” Jake teased as you scoffed at him softly, smacking the palm of your hand into his sternum as he playfully let out a fake groan. “Guess you still pack a punch.” 

“You’re here?” You questioned with a frown. “I thought for sure you would have dropped me off somewhere and run for the hills—“ All Jake did in response was kiss your forehead softly. 

“And miss listening to you drown on about how I got you shot? Please—I wouldn’t miss that attitude for love nor money, Widow.” Jake Seresin and the act of simple niceties didn’t usually coexist in the same realm of possibility let alone in the same universe, but as he sat with you, just being in your presence, you felt the need to see just how far you could push your luck. “How’s the shoulder feeling?”

“Almost as bad as you’re looking.” You gestured for Jake to lay down beside you. “When’s the last time you slept Capo?” The corner of his mouth curled upwards into a slight grin before letting out a tiny sigh. He couldn’t remember. 

“No rest for the wicked kid.” Jake answered back before entangling himself in the sheets behind you, wrapping you in his strong arms as you turned away from him, feeling Jake pull you close and flush to his chest while being careful not to hurt your injured shoulder which Bob had only hours ago stitched up and wrapped. 

“Where are we, this isn’t your room? And it certainly isn’t mine.” You asked softly as Jake traced unidentifiable shapes into your lower back. Trailing kisses across parts of your shoulder that weren’t covered in Bob's bandage work. 

“Bob’s guest room, Coyote called as we were driving back to mine, said some of Bradshaw's men were waiting ambush style. Told us to get the hell outta dodge before something serious went down.” Jake's voice was low and raspy, his heartbeat steady as he held his girl against his chest. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you like I promised I would.” You only thought for a moment as to why Coyote would be at Jake's house to begin with, why was he there if Jake wasn't home? but as Jake held you tighter than he ever had before, more intimately than ever before—you quickly discarded the thought. 

“Don’t apologise, apologies only show weakness and weakness is what gets you killed Hangman.” You slowly turned in Jake's arms, manoeuvring yourself on top of him as you laid between his thighs. Curling your nail around the Death Adder tattoo he wore with such pride. “Besides, if Rooster really wanted me dead he wouldn’t have logged a slug in my shoulder, he would’ve put it somewhere where more damage could be done, it was a warning.” Jake’'s hands coaxed your nighty up your legs as his hands fell softly against your exposed ass cheeks, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips ever so slightly as you looked into his deep emerald green eyes. “He wants a war? He’ll get one, but he won't be happy with how it ends.” 

Jake, although still coming down from the adrenaline that flooded his system at the thought of losing you, still loved the way you held your head high with pride and dignity. You were young and a force to be reckoned with. You were nothing but capable of taking on Bradley Bradshaw, Jake was only there to remind you of that. 

“I was really worried you were gone” Jake admitted softly. “For a moment there I really had thought that I’d failed you.” You could have melted on the spot if Jake had been any more teeth rottenly sweet. His finger turned trailing up your back to leave goosebumps all over your skin. “That I’d lost you.” 

You couldn’t help but to smirk, chuckling softly as your lips turned upright into a cheeky grin. 

“There’s absolutely no way in hell I’d leave you to take over all of Fitzroy, you can’t get rid of me that easy Seresin.” Jake groaned as he lifted you upwards on his body, now straddling his waist you dropped the spaghetti straps off your shoulders one after the other, exposing your tits to a wide-eyed Jake. 

“Holy—“ The bandage covered just above your left tit, all was on display above him as the nighty pooled at her stomach. “You’re the most precious thing aren’t you.” Jake didn’t expect you to reply, he was talking aloud to himself. Realising that he’d truly told you how beautiful he thought you were. So intelligent and interesting he found you to be, although he knew a dark side lurked right around the corner. Like Jekyll and Hyde.

“You know” you leaned over, biting your bottom lip before rubbing your nose against Jakes. “We never did seal the deal?” You sucked Jake's bottom lips between yours as Jake’s hands gripped your ass firmly with both hands. “I reckon we do that, right—“ You kissed Jake quickly. “This.” Again, you kissed him, this time longer as you moved your hips slightly to feel the erection straining against the sweats Jake wore. “Second.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake confessed through a whisper. He’d never been a praying man, but as he held your bloodied body in his arms in the back of Bob Floyd’s Jeep, Jake secretly told whatever God was listening that he’d trade it all in tomorrow if you lived. If they didn’t take you away from him. If they let you live long enough to maybe get that life you longed for—the simple one you always wanted. 

“Who said I don’t want to be hurt?” You said with enough conviction that it made Jake twitch in his sweats before you started to grind your hips over Jake’s growing bulge, his hand coming to squeeze against your right ass cheek earning him a moan from you in response as you worked yourself over him. “Wanna fuck you Jake, slow and deep.” You begged before attaching your lips to his collarbone, sucking round purple marks against the sensitive skin as you trailed down along his chest. 

Jake's thumbs dipped into the waistband of his sweats and boxer briefs to pull them down as you lifted yourself momentarily before going right back to business, grinding on top of Jake while marking your territory. Claiming Jake as your own. 

“Fuck need to feel you, pretty girl, you know I love feeling your tight little cunt around me.” Jake's hand slapped against your ass as you gripped his cock and teased your entrance with his tip. “I’m only letting you be on top because you’re injured, in any other circumstance you know I’d have you face down ass up just how I like you.” Jake confessed as you sunk down onto his throbbing cock. “Widow—fuckk—“ Taking Jake slowly till he bottomed out, a snug fit as he felt you clench around the bottom of his shaft. “Uh— fuck Y/n!”

“Don’t pity me now Hangman, I’m on top because I’m the Queen of Fitzroy.” You reminded Jake before starting your assault, bouncing up and down as his cock slid easily inside you, dripping arousal around him, making the walls of his length irresistibly slippery. “D-don't even t-try to deny you love the sight of me on top of you.” You were grinding yourself in figure eight motions down on Jake in between bounces, feeling him so deep inside you.

“Fuckk— come er.” Jake groaned, pulled you down so your chest was flat against his, his knees coming to bend upwards as his hips left the bed, thrusting hard into you as harsh gasps left your slacked open mouth as Jake took over completely. “Oh god Y/n, baby you feel so fucking good, such a pretty cunt.” 

“Oh god! Ahh, Jake yess! Harder! Don’t f-fuckin stop Uhhh—“ Jakes pace got faster and harder, the sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass cheeks echoed off the walls in between the sounds of your mixedmoans and whimpers. “Jake—“ 

“What’s my name?” Jake questioned out of breath before slapping his hand hard against the flesh of your supple and sensitive ass. “Come on Widow what’s my fucking name baby.” Jake didn’t slow down as he twisted his hand up into your hair to pull your head back slightly, exposing your neck so he could ravage it. “Say. It.” 

“Uh Jake!” You screamed before another slap came down against the already raw mark. Jake showed no mercy as he fucked you rough and needy like. Using your body to get himself off. 

“Wrong answer!” He hissed before picking up the speed of his thrust a little faster. Your hand came to wrap around his neck, applying minimal pressure as you could barely focus on anything but wanting to cum as you looked him in the eyes with a mixture of lust and love.

If it had been any other woman roaming planet earth right, Jake ‘The Hangman’ Seresin would have put a bullet in between their eyes if they had wrapped their hand around his throat the way you did. 

But because it was you, Jake allowed it. 

“Ahh— Hangman” Whimpering as you grew closer to your orgasm, your felt the coil in your stomach winding to a point beyond return as the feeling of euphoria came over you, one of Jake's thumbs can to quickly slide along your bottom lip, collecting your own spit before going down to run circles against your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—“ 

“That’s right, pretty girl, I’m The Hangman and you're mine, all fucking mine—so show me how the Hangman makes your cum.” Jakes orders sent you hurtling straight towards an orgasm, cumming hard around his cock as he fucked up into your slower than he had been but stil oh so deep, feeling him inside your gut.

“Oh fuck! fuck— Jake I’m cumming ohhhh god YES!”

The feeling of your velvet walls pulsing around his cock was far too much for Jake to handle as he followed you to his own high, hot ropes of cum mixing with your own as Jake spilled his load inside you—falling into a heap on top of him as he fell down against the mattress, his cock throbbing inside you as you both sighed out in relief and revelled in the euphoric silence, enjoying the high together.

“Hop off and lay down on your back, legs spread for me Widow.” Jake ordered before he was helping you off of him. “Wanna enjoy the show.” Jake moved effortlessly down between your legs, kissing your stomach every inch he ventured past, making quick work of throwing your legs up over his shoulders. “Wanna watch you cream for me.” Jake could see your pussy just dripping with the mixture of his and your own cum, slowly leaking out. 

“Jake—“

“Fuck you’re incredible, look at this pretty pussy just throbbing for me.” Jake never took his eyes off yours as he licked a long and slow stripe up your dripping pussy—collecting the creamy mixture he’d just filled you with. Tasting himself. “Fucking delectable.” 

“Oh God—Jake—“ The way you moaned his name was his new addiction and Jake was a full blown addict. Chasing the next fix of his favourite drug. You. 

“All for me hey? Push the rest out beautiful, wanna see how full I made you.” You do as you're told as Jake swipes the pad of his thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing the mixture out as you arched off the bed slightly. “Fuck—“ Jake catches a little on his fingertips before pushing it back inside you, curling his fingers a few times against your fucked out velvet walls. “Again.” He whispers before spitting on pussy to create more arousal. 

You did what you were told, abiding by Jake’s orders as he watched your drip his cum once more for him, pushing the mixture out one final time. 

“Such a pretty girl aren’t you?” He groaned before coming up to press his lips against yours. holding your face between his palms as he laid between your open legs. 

“There, consider our deal officially sealed—“ Jake wasn’t sure what it felt like to be in love, but whatever he felt for you surely had to be close to it if not it. He knew as he looked into your eyes there was something there, he could see it—feel it as his heart skipped a single but important beat when he watched a soft smile creep across your beautiful face. 

He was fucked, Jake knew it, mixing business with pleasure never ended well but there was no way in hell he was going back now. Leaning in as he took your neck hostage, whispering two worlds into your ear that made every part of you shiver in arousal. Two words that meant far more than either of you probably knew. 

 “My Queen.”

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With some borrowed jeans of Lexis, a white T-shirt and a pair of boots, you twisted your hair up into a messy bum before making your way into the kitchen after showering with Jake, needing help due to your shoulder not being able to get wet. 

“Hey Widow, long time no see?” Bob was sitting at the island bench on his laptop, most likely searching to see if any news had spread from the events of last night. So far, nothing. “How's the South Side treating you? Miss Katipo Capo.” All you did was bush the big eyed bigger hearted tease off your shoulders, walking around to kiss Bob on the cheek until he was blushing and bashful. He was quick to trap the hand you’d placed on his shoulder with his, keeping you still for a moment before he let go. 

“Morning Bob.” You beamed at the man clad with round glasses that made him look all kinds of innocent. But an innocent man Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was not. “Hey I just wanted to say thank you for everything, for the clothes, the emergency surgery, the safe haven.” You came to sit down on the stool next to him. “I know it’s a lot for you to tiptoe on the outskirts when you wanted out, so I just wanted to let you know I really appreciate it.” Bob just looked at you like he had no idea what you were talking about? Did you think that he’d voluntarily raised his hand to help or something? That he welcomed you, The South Side Widow into his humble abode just because he felt like it? 

No—if Bob Floyd had a choice you wouldn’t be here, but he didn’t. Jake had made that abundantly clear when he held a gun to his head and told him to get you somewhere safe after Coyotes call. Not in the mood for negotiating. All Bob thought about was his family, so he did what he had to do in order to keep on keeping on. 

Bob just closed his laptop slowly as he spun towards you, his knee brushing yours as he leaned in to check if any blood had seeped through his wrap job. Humming in delight and surprise when all he saw were clean and crisp bandages. He’d still need to change the dressing underneath though. 

“Not a problem.” Bob lied through a lippy smile. “Really, I honestly thought it was Jake hurt to begin with. I didn't think for a moment you would let something that dumb happen.” Again, you let the comment roll off your shoulders as you watched with curious eyes as Bob picked the silver bullet up from the bench. “I believe this belongs to you, I sanitised it, don't worry.” Bob chucked before placing it in your open outstretched palm. “Nine millimeter, If it had been any lower it would have clipped an artery—so I’d consider yourself lucky or Roosters just a bad aim.” 

“This is the one you pulled from my shoulder?” 

“The very one.” Bob confirmed as he took notice of the marks that trailed up and down the expanse of your neck, his mind flicking back to the way Jake had reacted to what was supposed to be his rival being shot in the shoulder—what the fuck was going on between the two of you? “Could’ve done a lot more damage too but you should recover without too much of a concern if you stay out of trouble.” 

“Trouble? In this town?” You taunted as Bob laughed along with you. The last time you saw Bob was just before his messy exit from the Death Adders, his hair was a little longer these days. Probably due to the fact he wanted to grow it out. Usually the type of guy to keep everything trimmed and tidy. But with so much time spent on bed rest and in and out of hospital, he just didn’t care anymore. It would have been driving Lexi completely mental, but then again—she would have just been counting her lucky stars she still had her husband around. 

His eyebrow was still slightly split, it had been split almost to his skull and would leave a nasty scar behind. Bob's right eye socket still looked like it was tinted a little green, probably still fractured underneath. Jake was indeed right when all he said was that Bob was “recovering.” He had purchased a small house just outside Fitzroy in what had always been referred to as ‘No man's land, a tiny stretch of land that regardless of what Gang or part of town you came from it was a safe haven no one could touch, his family was safe and as of right now so were you and Jake.

“Where’s Molly and Lexi?” You asked as you stood to look out the window, thinking about just how much of a coincidence it was that Bradley Bradshaw knew Jake was with you last night, how he knew that last night was the opportune moment to strike. Your mind wandered back to what Jake had said about Coyote, how he knew Roosters men were waiting to ambush Jake back at his own home. Your mind didn’t take long to fill with worry. 

Fill with fear that Jake had a rat in his ranks. 

“Sent them to Lex’s mothers house, I didn’t want to risk them being hurt even if we’re safe here.” It hurt to hear, but you knew you were a danger to Bob's  family. “I just wanted extra peace of mind.” Bob met Lexi when he was only seventeen, a pure at heart golden girl with the world at her doorstep.

Lexi of all people, with her bubbly personality and happy go lucky attitude didn’t deserve to live a life of crime. She chose Bob despite his upbringing, despite his lifestyle but he made it his mission once she took his last name that he would be a better man, and as far as you were concerned he kept that promise. 

Somewhere in a trance, you hardly listened to Bob as he spoke about how he would re-dress your wound in a few minutes just as soon as he got a chance to ask Jake exactly what the next move was going to be. Bob didn’t want to be brought back into this too deep but was willing to help as much as he could. He knew if he didn’t Jake would probably flip his world upside down. 

“That’s great Bob, hey do you know where Jake's keys are? I left something in the glove box.” You spoke with a blank face as you looked for the car keys, finding them mixed in with Bob’s Jeep keys in the bowl sitting on the bench. “Be back in two secs.” You pressed your lips together as you reached for the keys, pocketing them casually as Bob opened his laptop up again. 

You were out the door before Bob even logged back in, hearing the door slam behind you as he went back to his search. 

“Where are you—“ Looking around inside the car for Coyote's gun, you knew Jake would have picked it up off the ground after Bradshaw used it to shoot you last night, disposing of it in the drive before making his getaway. “Ah, gotcha—“ Finding it in the backseat you were quick to unload the clip to find it blank.

“Fuck” You mumbled before opening the glove box to find four other loaded guns to choose from, jumping in the driver’s seat you started the car and without hesitation followed your gut instinct. 

Something wasn’t right and you could smell a rat a mile away if you ever knew one. Jake wasn't quick enough, running out onto the drive just moments after you had sped off towards Jake’s house on the other side of town, the same house which you had been warned to keep clear from by Coyote the previous night. Your phone began to ring in your back pocket, letting it go to voicemail you knew it was Jake losing his mind. The text dial soon followed, quickly pulling it up out of your pocket as you glanced down at the text.

Hangman: “Get your fucking ass back here with my car!”

Hangman: “I’m not playing games kid get back here now!” 

Hangman: “For fuck sake Y/n you are injured!! Don’t forget that!” 

You threw your phone down onto the seat beside you, your mind clouded with nothing but the theory Jake had a rat in the ranks. Before you knew it you were pulling up outside Jake’s house, only to see Coyotes Blacked out G-wagon was parked in the empty drive. “Mother Fucker—“ 

Pulling out a gun from the collection Jake kept in his glove box, you checked the clip, making sure it was fully loaded before shoving it down the back of your jeans before grabbing another to walk in with ready to go. Javy must’ve been there all night, the front door was left unlocked as you made your way into the familiar foyer of Jake's luxury house, all paid for using dirty money earned through years of unregistered blackjack and poker games, drugs and strippers. 

As you made your way further into Jake's home, You heard footsteps coming from the upstairs study as you slowly skulked up the staircase, peering into the room you noticed piles of paperwork and reports scattered over the entire study floor. The same study you had just been in with Jake begging him for protection. The bookcase that held all his fathers old literature collection was now empty as the books were thrown everywhere. Discarded in haist. 

Jake's study had been ransacked but for what? Your heart raced inside your chest as you heard movement before drawing your gun and hiding behind the wall, Javy Machado soon came into your line of sight as he spoke on the phone pressed to his ear. Holding it between his shoulder and ear as he flipped through files thrown across Jake's desk frantically—looking for something that clearly wasn’t there. 

“I'm telling you now Rooster there's nothing here alright, he’s got nothing on the girl or what he’s planning to do.” Javy went silent as he listened to what Bradley had to say before he silently nodded. “She’s smart but hasn’t got the muscle men Jake does—I wouldn’t technically say she’s a threat.” 

Before you heard any more of the conversation, you quickly fired one shot into the study above Coyotes head, causing him to duck and drop the phone. “Fuck!” 

“I thought I smelt a rat, Javy you bastard!” You hissed before entering the study, pointing the gun as he squirmed along the ground to take cover underneath Jake's desk.

“Thought you would’ve been dead by now Y/n, maybe I should’ve shot you myself when I had the chance!” He spat, popping up from behind the desk as you fired a round his way blindly as Coyote threw a throwing knife into your right thigh before you could even register what had happened. 

“Ahh—“ In complete shock you groaned as you pulled the knife out and dropped it to the ground along with your gun. “Fuck!” Cupping your hand over your thigh, you watched the blood seep through your fingers. But you were fine, you were okay, you were alright. Right? 

Wrong. 

“You’re a deadman when Hangman gets a hold of you.” You stepped towards Javy as he stepped out from behind the old oak desk Jake's father had left him. “Bet you were the piece of shit who tried to choke me out last night huh?” You were the one who lurched forward first, starting the hand to hand fight, no guns, no knives—just bare knuckles and pure stupidity versus strength. 

“Wasn’t me, sweetheart.” Javy chuckled as he took your fist in his palm, stopping you from making a connection with his nose as he spun you around—your back flush against his chest. “Back off, before you get hurt.” Javy warned, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if he had to—but there were bigger plans ahead for you. Much bigger. 

“Well whoever the fuck it was didn't do a good enough job!” You shouted as you smacked your head back against his nose, spinning around to push him up against the wall, Javy let you though—giving you a little head start as you laid a solid punch to his nose before his hand outstretched going straight for your neck, slamming you down into the desk as you clawed at his hand which was violently constricting your airways. The stitches from the wound Bob had fixed slightly coming apart. “Coyote-“ 

“If it was me I would’ve shot you right between those pretty eyes Y/n.” Javy jerked your neck into the desk before you kicked your leg up right into his gut, forcing him to stumble backwards as you gasped for air. “You fucking bitch—when will you realise this is bigger than you!” You came off the desk and walked straight over to where Coyote stood doubled over, winded. Your thigh leaking blood into Lexi’s blue jeans with every step you took.

“You’ll have to do better than that Javy!” You spat venom his way, balling your first before smashing your knuckles into his face once again as Coyote swung for yours, hitting your right eye with force. 

The pair of you went at it bare-knuckle style for what felt like forever until somehow you knocked him to his knees. Acting quickly to pull the gun from your jeans and pressed it against his neck. Spitting blood out of your mouth as you clicked the safety off.

“I won't hesitate to blow your fuckin brains all over Jake’s study if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on!!” Coyote didn't answer, just closed his eyes and spat in your face. 

“I’d rather die than tell you anything, kid.” Javy laughed, smiling at you manically as he showed you his blooded teeth. “You haven’t got the balls baby—“ 

“Try me.” You fired a warning shot into the roof of Jake's study before placing the gun right into the skin of Coyote's neck just below his jawline. “Now I’ll say it again shall I? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” You shouted at the top of your lungs out of pure frustration and anger.

“Bradshaw.” Your heart dropped. “He wants Fitzroy, South and North, paid me top dollar to go dirty, was already doing his dirty work when you walked into Drums.” Coyote was stumbling over his sentences, getting all the important factors out before You’d heard enough. “You won't kill me, bitch, you don't have the guts!” Javy spat as you cocked your head. Making Coyote rise up to his feet as you walked him over against the wall with the gun still pressed deep into his neck. 

“Oh Javy, you have no idea the shit I've done or the stuff I've seen but guess what?” You paused to get closer to his beaten up face, smirking as an evil washed over you. A sinister smile creeping it’s way across your face that only the devil himself could minic. “When you live, live in clover, for when you're dead, you’re dead all over.” You chuckled, kissing his beaten and bloodied cheek before holding the pin back as Javy Machado closed his eyes. 

*bang*

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[jennifer wake up from asleep and see m/n already staring at her]

jennifer: [immediately sit up and turn into she-hulk] what are doing in my house?!

m/n: [look at her with bored expression] look likes somebody forgetting her promise [and roll his eyes]

matt: we wait for you to wake up- we all promise to met at your house for tonight patrol.

she-hulk: [turn around to see matt sitting on her make up stool] what? what do you mean "we"? [look at matt and m/n]

[m/n just point at door and there's spiderman, white widow, moon knight, deadpool and ms marvel]

she-hulk: [look at them weirdly] are you guys been standing there watching me sleep?

spiderman: yes, but it's okay we only wait for 6 hours :)

she-hulk: what?!

author note: hello again, so um i decided not to make names have colour anymore because the colour on tumblr so limited but there's so many characters.

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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Not Requested |

Pure Fluff |

High school Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Warnings | spoilers, death, suicide. (Bery brief)

You were always fond of purple skies because they were beautiful and serene. But now those demons took on a new meaning of their own. Purple skies now adorned the mask of sorrow and pain, as you saw the clouds reflecting in his pretty brown eyes, now dull and hollow. "I don't give a fuck bout what you did. I don't give a shit about Manami— about who she is, or who they are. I still fucking love you." It was too much, you felt sad, hurt, angry, jealous. Who the hell was that woman and why was she with him!? For how long, for all these years?? You would go after her personally if you had to, you wondered if she did his hair for him, if she helped him.sleep at night when he couldn't bear the weight of the world anymore…it was sickening. You could feel your body grow weak with the upcoming sweep of sorrow and resentment., and you couldn't keep your composure anymore as tears slid down your face and your heart took a rhythm you couldn't keep up with.

"(Y/n)…don't."

"No Suguru, you don't. You broke my heart…you ruined my life! You just fucking left, dammit— Suguru, you…you murdered all those people in cold blood but I don't care just please don't do this— You dying is something I just cannot forgive. You said you're the strongest, then get the fuck up. We can hide you away, I can take you away from here you, I can  you! You can live just don't fucking do this please —

It all falls silent when his meet yours, and you taste blood in his saliva. And he mutters, softly, in that voice you longed to hear for all those broken and god-forsaken years. "Even after this time you still call me…in that sweet pretty voice. Delicate like a flower's petal…and I hate that I yearn to hear it more, because I'm selfish. At least let me feel hated for my actions…"

"No, I could never hate you. You're my first love. There's no man, and I mean no man on this earth, no action committed, no creature, no hell, that could make me hate you. You…I—,"

"I did everything because I love you, (Y/n). Make no mistake. I did this…because I'm stupid, but not stupid enough to love any other than you."

"But I don't care, Suguru. I just want you, I want you to live, and come home with me— with us. We need you Suguru, I…I swear to God I'll kill myself if you die here." it was desperate, his blood soaked your clothes, crimson red, like a black widow's back. And the sorrow bites into you, poisoning you and paralyzing you with fear as you struggle to come to terms with the truth. This man, this dying man was your high school lover. Your first love, your everything…and here he is, once noble, a bloodied and bruised up criminal with a target on his head. The pretty head you loved to kiss. 

"You won't, because he wouldn't let you." And you fall limply into his arms when you hear more footsteps approaching, and you desperate as the cold wind hits your skin, eyes glossy with tears, shirt wet with ruby red blood. "Toru, please help me." but the white-haired male doesn't respond. He's devoid of emotion and you don't know why but that breaks you even more, because here he is, the strongest, but you can see, his feet tremble and his lips quiver. Other than you, Geto Suguru is the only man who could bring Gojo shambles like this. To break past his barrier of infinity and year through his golden heart. To let all love bleed like blood on the streets. 

"You're late Satoru.

And you swore to God that Geto wasn't the only person who died that day.

…

Quite frankly, Gojo refused to go on certain missions alone because he wanted you close to him. It's times like this, when you lay together in the same bed where you fall apart, and he does what he does best and fucks you senseless. "I know you'll never love me the way you loved him." He's still in you, his head resting on the space between your shoulder and your neck, as he presses gentle kisses on this particularly rough day.

"That isn't true."

"He was your first love, I know this because I could never love someone the way I love you." It's funny that you liked  to wash the pain away and drown it in pleasure instead, but you were crying. Not tears of joy or euphoria, just broken, old, sad, sappy tears. "Satoru I—"

"He was my one and only, and I can't even imagine what he meant to you. I swear on my life, I feel sick for doing this, for sleeping with you knowing I could never…that I can't— that I can't be him for you, or replace him. I feel sick, because I feel like I'm not enough for you. I let your lover die…because I was too oblivious and didn't reach out to him even when you did." His words are sick, and you could feel the tears "You always did while I joked it off instead, or brushed it off, I never looked deeper because I never believed I had to…but (Y/n) I want to do it right this time. You're all I have left, so I want to do this right. I don't want to fuck you when you're sad, I want to make love to you, I want to be there for you with each breath you take, to eipe your tears of pain, and being those of joy. I…I want to be yours, and not just as the strongest, or as Gojo, but as satoru Gojo, your best friend. 

Your breath is taken from you when he raises his head to look you in the eye, and he's so broken, but beautifully so. Like a swan, a pretty swan who lost their lover. You don't want Satoru to be broken, because you love him— not as much as Suguru, you worshiped the very ground Suguru walked on, but you loved him nevertheless.

"Satoru, nothing and no one can compare to your beauty and brilliance—" you gasped, when he pulled you in for a rough, desperate kiss, words lost on his tongue.

"We're both beautifully broken—"

"But we both know we can't fix each other, because we're fucked up, we're messy, we care too much, and that's why we're hurt. We care too much for this world, but we can't escape, you're the strongest—"

"We are the strongest, and that's why we are fucked up. The day I was born, the balance of the universe was tipped, and I dragged you— you of all fucking people into this shit, into my shit."

"And I don't care. If I die as a sorcerer, it's in your arms, by your side, fighting for you or by your own hands."

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marvel ( masterlist )

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

guide:

✪: author's favorite

🌺 : fluff

🥀 : angst

🌸 : smut / spicy

↬ natasha romanoff / black widow

waiting for me? 🤍❤️‍🔥

male!reader finds nat bound and gagged.

my girl 🤍

request: Natasha romanoff x female reader "you're my girl"

↬ wanda maximoff / scarlet witch

i didn't say i love you back ( maximoffs ) ❤️‍🩹

y/n died a horrible death, obliterating her siblings' hearts.

the witch and reality shifter ( vecna ) 🤍❤️‍🩹

in some turn of events, vecna has captured the only other teen with powers. with the teen compromised, a certain hero saves them.

one more hour ( tasm!peter parker, wanda maximoff) ❤️‍🩹

y/n didnt have enough time.

↬ peter parker / spiderman (tom & andrew only)

movie night 🤍❤️‍🔥

y/n changes her usual style. loki and peter like it... a lot.

↬ james barnes / winter soldier / white wolf

love, bucky. ❤️‍🩹

in which bucky writes a letter to his dead lover.

more than four hours 🤍

a sweet morning for a sweet boy.

rapunzel ( kate bishop ) 🤍

"stop moving and let me braid your hair" with kate bishop.

love, steve. ( steve rogers ) ❤️‍🩹

in which steve writes a letter to his dead lover.

↬ matthew murdock / daredevil

orange colored shades ( matt murdock ) 🤍

murdocks and their glasses. well, like father like daughter.

↬ frank castle / the punisher

The Line. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Frank’s A-Okay with being anything you want him to be.

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Don't go forward PT; 1

Yelena Belova x Barton Male Reader

Request - Yelena belvova x Barton male!reader where y/n is Clint's younger brother and his code name of White Knight. Y/n meet Yelena during Black Widow Y/n tag along with Natasha after civil war. He saw the fight between Nat and Yelena while he ate his snack. He was impressed that she almost beat Natasha, he also whispers to Nat that why she didn't mention she has a hot sister. He and Yelena get along well and they like each other.

You go with Natasha to Hungary, and while she is driving you are reading a Russian-English translation book. She would tell you what words you are saying wrong, which is a lot.

“Learning Russian is so hard!” You whined.

“Such a baby,” Natasha said.

“It's true. Plus reading Russian cursive is much harder” You said.

“You just don't know how to roll your ‘R’s and you need to sound confident when speaking Russian” Natasha said.

You rolled your eyes at her. You continued to read the book again she corrected you. But you and Natasha stopped to get gas for the car. She watched you grab snacks and she paid for them. Then Natasha drove to the city, and you follow her inside a building.

“Why are we here?” You asked.

“I’m looking for someone,” Natasha said.

You followed her into an apartment. Then Yelena aims her gun at Natasha then you take your gun, and aim it at Yelena.

“So... This is how Russians say hi?” You asked.

Yelena doesn't say anything but she glares at you and Natasha. Natasha does have her gun aimed at Yelena and you look at them.

“Y/n put your gun away,” Natasha said.

“But-”

“Y/n!” Natasha yelled.

“Fine!” You yelled.

You put your gun away and moved away slowly while looking at Yelena.

“I’m watching you, blondie,” You said.

Now Yelena and Natasha start to fight, you watch them. You are impressed by how they fight and you can see how strong they are. You start to move out of the way when they get closer to you.

“Do you need help?” You asked.

Natasha doesn't say anything and you keep watching. A few minutes later they stopped and you helped Natasha to stand up. You were going to help Yelena stand up but she didn't grab your hand. Natasha introduced you to Yelena Belova and Natasha told her why they are in Hungary. Yelena leaves with you and Natasha to the secret apartment.

While at the gas station, you are standing next to Natasha while Yelena is a little further away from you two.

“Why you didn't tell me, you have a hot sister?” You whispered.

But Yelena did hear you.

“There is stuff you still don't know about me,” Natasha said.

“I know. But I will always have your back” You winked.

Natasha smiled. You leave the shop with them and you sit in the backseat and start to eat your snacks. Natasha wanted to make sure the red room is destroyed and no one is in control.

“Y/n, you play with arrows?” Yelena asked.

“I don't play with arrows. I'm the best archer” You said.

“After his brother Clint” Natasha said.

“No, I'm way better than him,” You said.

Yelena couldn't help to laugh. You like how Yelena said your name and you start to smile.

You help Natasha and Yelena to find the rest of the black widows. Some were trying to take over the red room, but you helped them to stop it.

---

Natasha is talking to Clint in her hotel room. You met Yelena at a small diner and you sit across from her.

“I like your vest. It looks cool” You said.

“Right!? Such a cool vest. It has so many pockets that I can hide my knives” Yelena said.

She starts to show you all the pockets the vest has. Then she takes out a small knife and you start to smile at her.

“It's the first real thing I bought for myself, once I left the red room,” Yelena said.

“You made a good choice with a vest,” You said.

“I do have good taste,” Yelena said.

“Yeah you do,” You said.

---

You are in Norway, you helped bring items to Natasha. You are outside practicing your archery then a dagger went straight to the tree.

“Hello, white knight,” Yelena said.

You aimed the arrow at her.

“Hello Yelena Belova,” You said.

She starts to run and she dodged your arrow. You and Yelena start to fight and you are blocking her punches.

“Why do Russians fight to say hi!?” You asked.

“You are very dramatic” Yelena smirked.

You were going to punch her but she grabbed your wrist. She turns around and your arm is on her should and she is holding your wrist very tight.

“Argh!” You yelled.

She lets go and you are in pain.

“I told you, white knight, you need to be faster with your punches. If I was your enemy, I would have broken your arm and then make you tell me the information” Yelena said.

You wanted to be faster and stronger when you fight, you asked Yelena to teach you, and she said yes. You can fight but you have been relying on your arrows a lot.

“What brings you to Norway?” You asked.

“You are so nosy,” Yelena said.

You and Yelena smiled at each other. You and Yelena start to talk about stuff.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✬

You are in New York with Clint and you met Kate. You are helping Kate and Clint fight Echo on the roof. While fighting Echo then someone else joined in, and you can't tell it's Yelena because she has on a mask and she is wearing all black. Yelena kicked you and you fell on top of Kate, but you get up and helped Kate stand up. Yelena kicked Clint in the chest then he punched her.

You grabbed your arrow and bow and she starts to dodge it. Clint starts to fight Echo again while you and Kate fight Yelena. But Kate grabbed the explosive arrow and aimed it at the ground, a loud sound and bright light appeared. Everyone’s ears started to ring, but you tried to fight Yelena but she aimed the gun at you. You stopped then Yelena ran away.

“Who was that?” Clint asked.

“I have no idea,” Kate said.

Echo runs away and you are breathing hard.

----

Days later... You followed a lead and you are in shock it's Yelena. You found her in a hotel

“Why did you fight me and my brother?” You asked.

“Y/n, I was on a job and you ask too many questions,” Yelena said.

“Who hired you? I don't get why my girlfriend would take a job that would include killing my brother” You sighed

“Girlfriend? Y/n Barton, you think I'm your girlfriend?” Yelena said in shock.

Your heart starts to race and you just noticed what you said. She is waiting for you to say something and you are speechless... You try to come up with something but just couldn't come up with anything.

“Y/n, do you think I'm your girlfriend?” Yelena asked.

You walked away and leave the room. Yelena didn't say anything she just watch you walk away. You closed the door and run out of the hotel fast.

----

You are at Clint’s house and he is outside grilling the food. Laura is busy helping Clint and you are sitting next to your nephew.

“ Nathaniel, how do you ask a girl out?” You asked.

“Give her a cookie,” Nathaniel said.

He is three years old.

“She is a black widow, smart, I like how she says my name, smart I know I said it already but she really is. And she knows how to fight and I really like her a lot” You said.

You showed him a picture of Yelena.

“She is pretty,” Nathaniel said.

“Right!?” You said.

“What is love?” Nathaniel asked.

“Good question. Love can mean so many different things but it's someone you want to be forever with” You said.

“Playing games together?” Nathaniel said.

“Yes, I will want to play video games with Yelena forever,” You said.

“Wow!” Nathaniel smiled.

You spend time with Clint and everyone else. You start to play games with them and you get a text from Yelena. You showed it to your nephew.

“She texted me!” You said.

“Text?” Nathaniel said.

“She said hi to me,” You said.

“Hi!” Nathaniel said to your phone.

You start to laugh and he is just smiling.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✬

Yelena wanted to meet up with you. And you have been avoiding her for days, you are freaking out.

“Why did you want to meet here in central park? Oh no... You are going to kill me!?” You said.

“What!? No, I'm not going to kill you. We need to talk” Yelena said.

“About?” You said.

“You already know what I want to talk about. Why did you say that I'm your girlfriend?” Yelena said.

Now your heart is beating even faster.

“I-I... I like you a lot. I have feelings for you and I accidentally said that” You said.

“Are you serious?” Yelena asked.

“Yes, I'm serious. I really like you a lot” You said.

Yelena moved closer and you are thinking that she doesn't feel the same way. But what she did surprise you, Yelena put her hand behind your neck and kissed you. You start to kiss her back.