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Amazing, I loved it so so so much ❤❤❤ he was so caring, I love mafia leaderry

Sleepy Baby

A/N: hi! this lowkey accidentally happened to me when i was sick and forgot i took two Benadryl previously and took two more not even two hours later. sooooo this is the product of that

Summary: Harry is a big name mafia leader but he has the softest spot for you. You’re his favorite girl. So, when he gets home from a business meeting to find you unresponsive, he goes crazy….

or

the one where Y/N takes a sleeping pill to get to sleep on the night Harry has a dangerous meeting and everything goes very very wrong.

word count: 2.7k

[warning: pills/drugs, language, violence, angst, anxiety, guns, mentions of death]

*note: if you feel like you will find this in any way triggering, please do not read. your mental health is more important then this fic*

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living in the old house, growing lemons, making a herbarium, having plants everywhere at home, spending time outside working in the flower garden, relaxing in the shade of the tree, eating fresh fruits with your friends and enjoying the sunshine

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WHAT IF i die from lack of affection

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He is caring and still hot af 🥵🥵🥵🥵

ok so for blurb night how about harry spanking y/n using different toys till her ass is bright red and raw and she has to count and apologies after each one and if she forgets or gets the number wrong they start all over again

i'm sorry, but i'm bringing this back to the '07

a/n: talk to your partner whenever you want to do activities that test each other pain tolerance. in this fictional world they talked about this and they are at a respectable age to do these certain activities safely. communication and consent is key. once again, communication and consent is key and very important. i didn't edit this, but i will do it at some point. enjoy.

word count: 2677

2007

“Harry, I can’t. I-”

“What’s your color?”

“G- Green” You whimpered.

“That’s what I thought. Now… Again.” He gritted out. Starting it at one again.

“I’m bringing sexy back. Them other boys don’t know how to act.” Justin Timberlake is blaring out the speaker at a club you and your friends are at. You were dancing with your friends but now you are dancing with this man you don’t even know, but he was an amazing dancer, and he knows how to keep up with you.

When you turned around to face him because the good portion of the dance you were feeling his boner on your ass. You made sure you gave him a show. When you did turn around to put a face to your dance partner in the corner of your eyes you saw Harry.

Even though the club is dark you could see Harry clenching his jaw and very pissed off. You’ve never seen him this pissed off before. Before you could even register what you were doing, you dragged your dance partner with you and started running away.

“Wait? Where are we going?” The mystery boy asked you when you carried him off the dance floor making a b line to the exit door.

You turned your head back to see if Harry was standing where you found him, but you saw him in the middle of the dance floor watching you with hatred in his eyes. When he noticed that you made eye contact with him, he started moving in your direction.

Fuck.

You grasped the guy's hand harder and rushed out of the place.

You look around and realize the exit you took brought you guys to the back of the club.

“What was that about?” The dancer boy asked, still letting you hold onto his hand. You really don’t want to talk about this right now. All you want to do is go to his place and hide out for a bit. If you go back to your place Harry will know.

“Can we go to your place? Like now.” He was totally surprised because his eyes went wide but after a couple of seconds, he nodded his head which had you letting out a deep breath which you didn’t know you were even holding.

“Great! Let’s go.” You pull his hand to drag both of you guys out the alley but before you too made two steps the back door swung open.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Harry looks at you guys fucking pissed. His jaw was clenched and he’s standing there with his fist clenched together as well. Harry was only staring at you; all you could read from him is that you’re in big trouble.

“We should go now.” The guy behind you whispered and that made Harry remove his eyes from you and to the guy who just uttered those words.

Every time you try to save some guy's ass, they always have to say something.

“Who are you?” Harry said with a distaste.

“I’m Mark. Who are you?”

Mark? That’s the guy you were dancing with. He gave you a Zack vibe. Maybe even Jake. But Mark? blah! Worst name ever. And why did he even answer Harry’s question? Oh, right everyone is fucking scared of Harry. Look at him, his body is tatted from head to toes. His nostrils, one of his eyebrows, and lips are pierced. On top of that he always looks angry, there’s never a time he isn’t angry.

You feel Mark shaking in your hand. Harry senses when people are intimidated by him, he gets off on it. So that means Harry is going to beat him up because one, he hates people when they don’t hide their fears, and two he was dancing with his girlfriend.

It’s a complicated story. Maybe you are, but like you said, it’s a loaded ass question.

“Well, Mark. I’m that girl's boyfriend and today isn’t your lucky day because I’m going to fuck you up.” Harry said with a laugh.

Oh boy.

You feel Mark tense up. You turned your head to see him, and you wished you didn’t because there’s a wet spot near his groin and when you looked up there was no color in his face.

You close your eyes still holding onto his hand. You heard Harry stepping forward when he was directly in front of you. His hand was on your cheeks forcing you to turn your head to face him.

You opened your eyes. There was so much darkness in his eyes. You no longer saw green in his eyes. You knew he was angry, maybe angry is a big understatement, but fuck he was sure angry and slightly hot? Who fucking knows?

“I’ll be dealing with you soon, but I need you let go of his fucking hand, now.” He said bitterly.

“You’re not going to hurt him.” You said.

Harry threw his head back and started laughing uncontrollably.

“You’re so funny pet. Gosh babe! You should be a comedian.” Harry said.

Before you could say anything, he pushed you out of his way, having your shoulder hit the brick wall.

You turned your head to the side to see Harry looking down at frozen Mark. Harry noticed his groin region and let out a snicker.

“This is going to be fun… pee pee boi.”

**

After Harry punched him in the face, Mark immediately blacked out. One hit he was on the floor drooling. Harry would’ve kept on going but you intervened and told him that Mark has already passed out, so it wasn’t worth it.

Harry looked at you up and down with disgust and looked at Mark on the floor. He looked at you again and grabbed your hand.

“Harry, that was so unnecessary.” You said annoyingly because he needs to understand that he can’t always using his stupid but beautiful hands to fight people. It’s not okay.

“Be quiet. Stop acting like you hated seeing me get all violent. The last time I remember was after I fought some guy because of you, you were so wet.”

**

Harry landed a harsh smack with his hand, and you know your ass is probably bright red, but you can’t possibly imagine what Harry’s palm looks like. You were embracing yourself for another impact, but you feel and hear Harry laughing. His legs were bouncing which has you bouncing a little bit because you’re laying across his lap.

“You stupid slut. You’re going to regret forgetting to count on that one.”

Fuck.

Harry tosses you over and you’re on your stomach facing Harry’s headboard. You hear Harry grabbing something from his closet and you’re getting worried. Before you could stop your mouth from moving, you had the urge to apologize to him.

“Harry, I- I’m sorry. I will never do that again.” You’re begging at this point because from that laugh he isn’t going to go any easier on you. His hands were already another thing, but now he’s looking for something, and that has your stomach forming a pit.

Due to you not looking your ears heighten. You’re picking up all the jingles, hearing the impact of the toys when you know Harry is testing it out on his palms, and most importantly hearing one of the drawers close. That drawer that he just closed didn’t close easily, so that means that was the bottom drawer and that drawer was designated for the real punishment. Your mouth went dry and all you could do was just lay there because the pain you’re experiencing from my ass.

You hear Harry walking back to you, but he stopped at the foot of the bed. “Do you know how stupid you look right now? Your ass looks like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. And you were pathetically apologizing to me without even looking at me. I’m going to have my fun with you, baby.” Harry said, dropping the toys. You jolted because of how loud and dense it was. Before you could open your mouth Harry flipped you over to your backside which resulted in you to yelp because of how raw your ass is.

Harry crawls on top of watching your face contort in uncomfortable pain. He brings his hand to your cheeks to wipe away your tears. When he collected the moisture, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean. You begin to cry, and he looks right at you with no mercy.

“Shh shh, don’t cry. It’s just the beginning.” Harry smirked, showing off his toothy grin. The grin you’re seeing isn’t the loving Harry he started to show you recently, this type of grin is he’s going to toy with you until you beg, if you do beg he’ll probably won’t stop. He’ll probably intensify it.

“Now,” Harry paused, raising his eyebrows. He’s enjoying how much you’re in pain, he’s relishing it at this moment, it’s like he wants you to defy him so he can keep on going. However, he takes your safety very seriously and he will stop when he senses or when you tell him it’s too much. In this moment somewhere in your messed up head of yours, you’re enjoying this as well.

“What would you like to say?”

“I- I-.”

“I- I- that’s all you could say. Wow! You are worthless. However, what can I say I like my princess useless. Now, turn around.” Harry got up watching you if you’ll move willingly or he would have to force it out of you.

“I can’t.” You said, holding back your tears. Hoping he’ll be somewhat proud of you not breaking down. You took that as a ‘no’ because he’s just staring right at you with no sympathy behind his eyes.

“Turn, or I make you and your punishment will be ten times worse.” He raised his eyebrows waiting for you to make the first move. You would love to test him, but deep down you knew you were over your head, and you rather not anger him more than you did earlier tonight.

You slowly turned around, your stomach is now on the mattress and your ass is facing him. You were waiting for Harry to make a move, but he hasn't yet.

“Tell me why you deserve to be punished.” Harry said, watching your body quiver with anticipation.

“I was dancing with someone who wasn’t you.” You swallowed slowly.

“And.”

“I - don’t -”

“AND!” Harry raised his voice that has you let out a short gasp.

“I ran off and tried to hide that boy from you. I was trying to outsmart you, but you’re so damn smart. And I made you beat up a guy for me again. I’m sorry.” You rambled hoping you hit all the marks Harry was destined to hear.

“Good.”

You let out a deep breath and you didn't realize till now that you were holding your breath. “Don’t turn your head. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. So, by now you know that I will spank you. Right?”

“Yes, sir.”

You feel Harry’s finger lingering your thighs and bringing his hands to your bruise ass. He took his hand away and went back to instructing the rules.

“I will use my favorite toys to create some more texture on that ass of yours. And you will count. After time, you will end with ‘thank you sir.’ I don’t want any complaints. You will take what I give you. If you fail to count, we’ll start all over until you get it right. Got that?” Harry said, picking up what he collected in his closet. He places the whips next to your leg, but you don’t know what he picked out. All you know was that it was more than one.

“Yes, sir. And thank you.” You said staring at the headboard hoping it won’t be too bad. Even though deep down it’ll be the worst punishment yet.

“Atta girl.” He said smacking your ass with his hand.

“Fuck!” You tossed your head back and immediately your eyes started to water.

“Ooh no, you didn’t count, and you didn’t thank me. This is going to be fun.” Harry said watching you kick your legs due to pain.

Harry picks up the riding crop. Harry grips the handle and runs the top part on your legs. He loves watching you respond to foreign toys you never tried before. Knowing that its aim for punishment in this case, he sees how tense you are. Your eyes are pinch shut waiting for Harry to swift the toy on your bruised ass, but it hasn’t come yet. “You would love this if this was your reward baby.” Harry said bringing the crop to your ass and bringing it down to your ankle. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

“You’re so skittish babe. It’s like you think I will inflict pain on you. That’s crazy!” Harry said with a demented laugh. When he noticed you weren’t going to say anything he lost his patience.

“I guess you don’t want to have a chit chat. Ok. Your funeral.” and he landed a harsh smack with the crop.” That knocked the air right out of you and your face is in the mattress suppressing your cry. “Y/N..”

You lifted your head and looked at the headboard like you did previously. “1. Thank you, sir.” You gritted out with a hint of annoyance.

“There ya go. Was that so bad?” Harry said with no remorse. Just utter happiness.

“How about I tried it on you? Maybe you’ll like it.” You said not holding back your tongue anymore.

“Now, baby. Don’t be a bitch and just take it!” another smack on the other cheek. You swallow back your tears. “2. Thank you, sir.”

“Wow, my pleasure.”

Another one, “3. Thank you… sir”

Fuck.

“You’re getting the hang of this. You handled my hand and this so well. Should we make it more fun? Because you’re no longer struggling, and that’s no fun. But first thing first, color?” When he asked for your color, it was your Harry. Not the sadistic Harry you were just talking to just a second ago.

“Green baby.”

Harry hovers over you and plants a kiss on your wet cheeks. “Good girl.” He pulled away and recollected himself looking at what he should use next.

Heart paddle.

Harry used this one before but only the soft faux side. That elicits a sweet and sensual type of pain. But he never used the other side, the smooth faux. The smooth said elicits sharp pain and that’s what Y/N is going to get as pain. Compared to the riding crop this is slightly heavier and Harry isn’t going to prolong this moment.

“You fucker!” You yelled. You knew at this moment you won’t be able to sit, lay down, and walk comfortably for a very long time.

“What did you say?” Harry gritted out not hiding his distaste for what you just said. You know Harry gets turned on when you defy him. He likes it when you play hard to get. You’re still looking forward not ready to see him just yet, but you are ready to test him.

“I said, You fucker.” You gritted out. Before you could even register what was going to happen next, Harry grabbed your hair, lifting you up so that your chest isn’t touching the mattress and he grabbed that paddle again and repeatedly spanked you over and over again. The pain consumed you and you welcomed it. Even though in a demented way you’re enjoying this, you slightly blacked out. You don’t remember him spanking you, you lost track of time. All you remember him stopping and you taste your tear in your mouth. When you tried to swallow your throat felt raw and sore.

What the fuck.

The last thing you heard from Harry before you blacked out again was,

“Oh baby, this is going to be fun.” and you slipped away into a deep slumber.

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Four versions of Harry Styles at Christmas 🎄

A/N:This concept came from a lovely who anon who suggested four versions of Harry at Christmas. Newly engaged Harry, Dad to be Harry , New dad Harry and Newly Wed Harry . I hope you like it , reblogs and feedback is appreciated , let me know what you think and Happy holidays ❤️

He has one of those countdowns on his phone that tells you how many days until you get married and never fails to inform you every morning that “only 121 days until your mrs styles babe”.

When you visit Anne’s for Christmas she’s gushing over your ring while your both sitting round her kitchen table flicking through wedding magazines and drinking tea, discussing floral arrangements.

At the family party on Christmas Eve, cousins and family friends are congratulating you both on your engagement and Harry is just glowing with how happy he is.

When you wake up on Christmas morning with a certain fiancé in between your thighs he can’t help but moan against your ear, “this time next Christmas you’ll be my wife” and that alone has you clenching down on him like you’ve never done before.

Concept number two: husband Harry when you and him are the only two who know he’s going to be a dad.

You’ve not quite hit the twelve week stage yet and you both agreed that you would keep the news of your first pregnancy a secret until then. However Harry is on cloud nine and wants everyone to know just how happy he is.

He’s hyper aware of all your movements and the protective dad to be is very much in full swing. He won’t let you lift a finger and although you sometimes find it overbearing,you know it comes from a good place.

When your doing the finishing touches to the tree and reach up to put the star on Harry gently scolds you “ be careful babe let me do it , you need to be careful your growing someone special in here” as he rubs your tiny growing belly.

Uses your newly developed cravings as a good excuse to join in with the eating, he’s a bit softer in the middle and can simply blame it in “winter weight” but you and him both know this will continue on throughout your pregnancy and if your honest you prefer him when he’s slightly softer in the middle.

Making jokes about his “food baby” after he’s eaten to much then winking at you because you’ve an actually baby in your belly and your just like 🙄because he’s already such a dad with his jokes.

Buys your unborn baby a Christmas onesie and every now and again you catch him looking at it with tears in his eyes because he can’t wait until he can hold his baby wearing this.

He spends most evenings lying with his head against your chest , fingers tracing up and down your not so visible bump yet planning how next Christmas will be and how amazing it’s going to be with three of you.

He buys this cute Christmas tree decoration that has “bumps first Christmas “ with the year on it and he can’t wait to get home and show you what he bought …..”babe don’t shout , I know it’s still a secret , but look what I seen at the market I just had to buy it “.

You’ve both devised a plan of why your not drinking at Christmas. You’ve got a “urine infection” so unfortunately you’ve to take antibiotics. You think it’s a full proof plan however your mum and Anne can’t help but notice how “concerned” Harry is about you and that he asks you if your ok every five minutes and how he’s more “handsy” with you. They don’t say anything but they share a knowing look to each other just like mothers do.

When your over excited drunk uncle embraces you with a bone crushing hug to say goodbye he doesn’t even think before he says “ hey be careful , she’s pregnant” and everyone near gets whiplash with how quickly they turn round to glance at you and Harry who has this sheepish look on his face .. “ yeah me and Harry are having a baby”.

Concept number three: exhausted new dad Harry with a young baby who’s soooo happy.

Harrys been looking forward to Christmas with your daughter since the night you told him you were pregnant.

He’s bought her about 6 different Christmas themed outfits including an adorable Christmas tutu and a not so adorable elf costume.

He buys you all matching pyjamas for Christmas Eve with mummy bear , daddy bear and baby bear. You want to hate the idea you really do then you see them both matching and next thing you know your taking a family selfie looking very cute.

Cries when he buys you your first Christmas card and present from your daughter.

Cries again when he receives his first present as a dad. He carefully has her on the crook of his arm and after kissing her wee nose says “my goodness bub you’ve been busy doing all this shopping. How did you know I wanted this jumper eh? Your so clever just like your mum”.

Makes sure he leaves a carrot out for Rudolph and a mince pie out for Santa and makes fake snow footprints like Santa has been. You have to remind Harry that she’s six weeks old to which he just scoffs at you saying “ it’s her first Christmas. It has to be special”.

Books a Christmas photoshoot for your daughter to embarrass her in years to come.

Sings Christmas carols to her at night during bath time.

On Christmas night when everyone’s partying downstairs you find him in Anne’s spare room, sitting in her rocking chair peacefully with your baby sleeping in his arms and when he’s sees you he simply says “ this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had”

Concept four: Newlywed husband Harry who everyone’s still kind of fawning over and joking with because you and him are boring grown up married people.

You might be obsessed with your new husband but your family even more so. Your mum asking what time will Harry will arrive so the celebrations can really start and normally you’d be highly offended but your so glad they love him as much as you do.

At any given opportunity he’s whispering “merry Christmas mrs styles in your ear “.

He won’t admit to you how ridiculously happy he was when he was finally able to buy a Christmas card that had the word wife on it.

He of course buys a very tacky but somewhat cute Christmas tree decoration that says first married Christmas.

Suggest you do joint Christmas cards this year that of course says “love from the styles”.

When some of his mates ask him to go for a Christmas drink he always relies “ dunno mate I’ll have to ask the wife”.

Your cousins taking the piss out of you both because you decide to leave the pub early on Christmas Eve , with jokes about being an old married couple and how boring you’ve both become since you got married and how last year you were both doing tequila shots until closing but if truth be told your heading back to Anne’s early so Harry can fulfil his promise of making you cum with just his mouth and who are you to let him break a promise.

Thank you for reading and thank you to the anon who came up with this wonderful concept 🥰 come chat to me about Harry at Christmas and I hope everyone has a very happy holiday season ❤️

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Be quiet

Summary: Harry and Y/n spent Christmas at Anne, but Harry didn’t know Y/n would set the "No sex" rule while they were there.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, a bit of domination, and some cute boyfriendrry at the end.

A/n: I finally did a Christmas fic 😩🤸🏻‍♀️

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When Y/n agreed to spend Christmas at Anne, Harry couldn’t be happier, but little did he know it was the beginning of his downfall.

"Good night, Anne," Y/n said, looking at Harry’s mom, who was at the other side of the corridor wearing her nightgown. "I hope you have a good night of sleep!"

" 'Night, mom," Harry said, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s waist, but the girl was quick to unhook it off her body, giving him a stern look.

Y/n was acting like that since they got to Anne's house almost a week ago, Harry could barely kiss her without the girl saying it was disrespectful to be intimate under his mother's roof.

Needless to say, Harry felt like he was going to die from blue balls.

"Good night kids, don't stay up till late," Anne told them before entering her room and closing the door on her way in.

"Love of my life, I guarantee to you my mom wouldn't care if I kissed or hugged you," Harry said, rolling his eyes and getting inside his old childhood room, the one he was sharing with Y/n. He was surprised she even agreed to sleep in the same bed because God only knew the sudden purity values she included in her life this week. "The other day she asked me if you were really my girlfriend."

Yeah, that actually happened, and Harry had to explain that Y/n felt awkward with showing any kind of physical effect on Anne's presence.

"Harry, this is the first time I'm spending some time with your mom, I need to give a good impression." The girl said, giving him the same roll of eyes he gave her, she went to the other side of the room, opening Harry’s drawer, taking an old shirt and sweatpants to wear to bed.

Harry watched and she undressed herself, standing In front of him with only underwear and a bra on, he felt his cock twitching by the sight of her. They haven't had sex since they left their dorm at uni for the winter break, the only kind of relief Harry was having was provided by his shameful wanking sessions in the bathroom.

The man placed his hand on the fabric of his trousers, applying pressure to his cock. Y/n was oblivious to what was happening since her back was turned to Harry. When she unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor Harry felt like a dying man.

"Sweetheart, can you please come here," Harry said I'm a needy voice, trying to catch her attention, which worked, because the girl turned her body to him, confusion on her face.

Her body looked beautiful, the moonlight her skin. "What 's wrong, H?" She asked, trying to understand why he sounded so off. When she saw the pout of his face and the place where his hand was, she finally got it.

“Harry, you’re hard?” It was the first time Y/n said that as if it was a bad thing, which bruised Harry’s ego deeply. Ok, maybe he was being a tad dramatic, but how could he think rationally when all the blood supposed to go to his brain was going to his dick?

“I mean, what do you expect me to do? You just undressed yourself in front of me!” He said, becoming frustrated. “Baby, please, I need you, I miss kissing you.” Harry didn’t miss just the pleasure, he loved being intimate with her, it was a way to show love, affection.

“But- your mom, H, it feels wrong,” Y/n told him, speaking in a low tone. Harry could tell she was stressed with their lack of touch too, she was getting worked up right in front of him without even noticing, but they had been dating for two years, Harry knew her body with the palm of his hands.

Her thighs were pressing to each other, her nipples erected under her bra, her hands were restless as well, almost as if containing themself not to touch herself or Harry.

“Angel, come here,” Harry took her hand as she got close, he was sitting on the mattress as she stood in front of him, his head right positioned in front of her collarbone. “She won’t even know what we are doing, we're gonna be so quiet.” He brought his lips to her shoulders, and then the place right in front of her boobs.

“H, please,” Y/n said, pulling her body closer to Harry, making the boy smile with smugness. “I miss you too, but-’

Harry placed his finger in front of her mouth. “No buts anymore, baby. Just let me make you feel good, I’m gonna love all over your body.” He whispered, grabbing her ass, hearing as she moaned on his ear

“What if I’m loud?” Y/n asked, closing her eyes.

“Then I’ll put your mouth to work, that way you won’t make any noises.” God, Harry missed having her mouth on him, normally if they didn’t have sex, they would still pleasure each other in other ways, but for the last week that didn’t happen at all. “What do you say? Gonna let me fuck you? Make you feel my cock here for days?” He put his hand on her lower belly, applying pressure.

Y/n nodded, wanting to feel him as soon as possible. “Yes, please, I’m gonna do anything you want.”

Harry looked up at her. “Yeah? Why don’t you start getting on your knees for me? Need to get my cock ready to fuck your pussy, right?” The filthiness spelling from Harry’s mouth was enough to make Y/n cum.

“Ok,” Y/n whispered sweetly, wanting to please him. But before she could kneel on the floor Harry put a pillow on the floor in front of him.

“We don’t want my mom to see your knees purple, do we?” Harry also didn’t want her to get hurt, we wanted her to feel comfortable at all times. “Go on, baby, my cock is gonna burst if you don’t get your mouth on it.”

Y/n did what he asked, placing her knees on the soft pillow and eagerly putting his pants down, thankfully he wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his cock was already free, standing up and almost hitting her nose. Pre-cum was oozing from it, making her mouth salivate with desire.

“Like what you see, puppy?” Harry asked, he wanted praises from his favorite girl.

Y/n wrapped her hand around his cock, caressing the slit with her thumb. “Yes, I missed your cock so much.” She started to tug at it slowly, watching as Harry closed his eyes in pleasure. Harry placed his hand at her head, not applying pressure, instead, he just stroked her head.

Y/n placed her lips around his needy cock, sucking on it, feeling the pre-cum mixing itself on her tongue. she just played with the head for a bit, twirling her tongue around the slit while softly squeezing his balls.

“Just like that, treating me so good,” Harry moaned, being careful not to wake up anyone. He knew Y/n would have him dead if they ended up disturbing his family with their noises.

The girl took more of him on her mouth, feeling it hit the back of her throat, she gagged, which made Harry tap her cheek, meaning he wanted her to stop taking his further, but the girl didn’t want to stop, she didn’t care if she was gagging or not.

Harry, on the other hand, wasn’t pleased with her attitude. He held the back of her neck and took her mouth off his cock, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his dick. “What are you supposed to do when I tap your cheek?” He asked sternly, cleaning her face off of saliva and pre-cum with his thumb.

“To stop, I know it! But I missed you, I wanted to do more.” Y/n looked at him with a pout on her face.

“I don’t care if you want to take more of me, I don’t like when you gag, I want you to take just what you can.”

“Gag reflex it’s normal, H, just let me do it,” Y/n said grumpily, opening her mouth to start sucking on his cock again, but Harry wasn’t having it.

He pulled her head, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Y/n understand he was serious. “You seem to be forgetting who is in charge here, what happened? Not getting my cock for a week made you a brat? That’s not how you get what you want.”

“I’m sorry, I just want to make you feel good,” she whispered, feeling guilty for misbehaving.

“You make me feel good by listening to me, otherwise you just make me upset, and that’s not nice.” He didn’t like the sad look on her face, but he hated when she didn’t listen to him.

“I won’t do that again, I’m sorry.” Harry let go of her hair and she looked down, feeling his heavy gaze under her body.

“I know you won’t, but you won’t get my cock in your mouth anymore, we can try this another day.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Lay on the bed for me, tummy down and hips up.”

No matter how many times Y/n found herself in this situation, she always got embarrassed by having Harry fucking her from behind, whenever Harry wanted to try this position she was very gentle, the only problem was that he wasn’t being gentle right now.

She pressed her cheek on his thigh, hiding her face.

“What happened, puppy? My girl is feeling shy?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Y/n mumbled against his thigh, but Harry could understand her

“Come sit on my lap, them.” Harry held her arms and carefully got her on his lap, she was straddling him, her clothes pussy pressed against his cock.

Harry kissed her jaw and then her neck, his right hand working in unhooking her bra and the left helped her move on his cock. “Why are you shy, baby? Don’t want me to fuck you?” The man helped take her underwear off, getting Y/n all naked for him.

“I do, I want it so much,” Y/n cried, moaning as the head of his cock rubbed her clit.

“Then do what I told you, gonna fill you up so nice, gonna get you dripping with my cum.” He took her off his lap, putting her on the mattress. “Turn around for me, get on your hands and knees, I’m gonna give you so much love.”

Y/n slowly put her body in the position he wanted, feeling her face burn. Doggy position was just so open, she loved it, but she couldn’t deny it made her feel embarrassed. She felt Harry putting a pillow below her hips. “Lay down,” Harry simply said.

The girl did what he asked, face and tummy pressed against the mattress but her hips stayed up, ready for him to use it. She felt Harry’s body behind her, he bent his body, pressing his chest to her back. “You look so beautiful like that, all spread out for me,” he whispered in her ear, his face very close to hers.

He teased Y/n’s pussy with his fingers, slowly entering her and beginning to finger her, getting her ready for him. “So wet already, how could you deny me for a week when you are practically dripping to get filled?”

“Do something, please,” Y/n whined, she could cry if he didn’t fuck her.

Harry took his fingers off of her, bringing them to his mouth, feeling her sweet taste on his tongue. “I’m gonna eat your cunt first thing in the morning, because right now I really need you, sweetheart.”

Harry placed his thighs on either side of her hips, watching as her cock rested on her ass. If he wasn’t so desperate he would enjoy his time with the amazing view in front of him, but he wanted her right now. He took his cock, giving it a few tugs before putting the head on her hole and gently sinking himself inside her.

“H, feels good,” she moaned when Harry began thrusting in and out of her, they were shallow thrusts because they couldn’t have the bed moving due to Harry's movements.

“I know, baby, but you need to be quiet, ok?” Harry said, moving his hips in and out of her, his hands were on her waist, helping him dictate a rhythm. “Such a good pussy, all mine.” He looked down, watching as his cock disappeared inside of her, the shaft drenched with her wetness.

Harry was rolling his eyes with every roll of his hips. He was sure not having sex for so long could be considered torture, he couldn’t understand how he went so long without feeling his cock wrapped around her walls. He loved being buried inside of Y/n, he loved being this close to her.

“Feeling good, baby? Feeling full?” Harry asked, changing his position and placing his two arms n the side of her body, getting on his hand and knees as well while he fucked her.

“Yes, it feels amazing, I love you.” Y/n moaned, feeling his cock hitting her G spot.

“I love you too baby, so fucking much.” The pace of his hips was faster, becoming sloppy.

Sex with Harry always felt great, but something about tonight’s sex was amazing. Maybe it was because they were deprived of it for so long, but Harry was reaching all the right places, the pace was incredible, she could feel her orgasm close after a few minutes of Harry thrusting in and out.

“Harry, I want you close,” Y/n whispered, but Harry heard her right away. He hugged her chest, connecting his chest to her back, he placed kisses all over her shoulder.

“You’re so pretty, gonna keep you forever, baby.” Harry moved his hand to her clit, rubbing it. It was a bit hard to move because of the pressure of her body against the mattress, but it was enough to pleasure Y/n.

“H, just like that,” Y/n was a bit louder now, so Harry laced his finger in her mouth.

“Shh, baby, bite my finger if it gets too much.” Harry knew he was going to cum soon, so he started to rub her clit faster, waiting for her to cum first. By the way her warm walls were squeezing him, he knew she was close.

“Gonna give me a big one? Are you going to drench my cock?” Harry murmured, slamming his hips against Y/n harder.

The girl nodded, biting down at his finger just like he asked her to.

“Good, go on then, I’m just waiting for you.” Harry nipped at her neck, not enough to leave a hickey. When he felt pain on his finger he knew Y/n was cumming. The poor girl was fighting her body, trying not to moan loudly as the orgasm hit her body. Y/n trembled below Harry’s body, shivers running through her body as she rode her high.

Harry wasn’t so far, with a few more thrusts of his hips he came deep inside her, spilling all of his seed until it was dripping down the sheets. “Fuck, feels so good, I don’t want it to stop.” Harry groaned, slowing his hips until he was bottom out inside of her, but not moving.

They lay in silence, enjoying each other’s bodies. Harry turned them around so he was spooning her from the side instead of having Y/n on her tummy, this new position was more comfortable for both of them. Harry’s lips were once again on her shoulder, praises leaving his mouth with every kiss.

“Did so good to me.”

“My best girl.”

“Love you forever.

Harry wrapped his arms on her chest, resting his chin on her head and Y/n fell into the amazing state of sleepiness and awakeness, feeling Harry’s fingertips drawing on her skin. “You can’t sleep now, love, we need to get cleaned up first,” Harry said in a low tone. “And you need to eat something.”

“Shh, you’re too loud,” she mumbled, getting close to Harry’s chest, feeling his warmth embracing her.

Harry laughed. “I’m not too loud, you’re the one sleepy.” He kissed her head. “I’m gonna pull out and go take a towel, alright? Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Y/n whined when he pulled out, mumbling about not wanting to feel empty, but Harry brushed it off with a kiss on her lips. His cum was oozing from her, falling right in the clean sheets Anne had given them, Y/n was obvious to the situation, her eyes were closed and her cheek was pressed to the pillow, it was like she had no worries, and she also looked extremely cute, in Harry’s opinion.

Harry walked to his closet, taking a fresh towel and cleaning himself before walking back to Y/n, he knelt on the mattress in front of her, placing his hand on her inner thighs. “Spread them, baby.”

“No Harry, I don’t wanna do it anymore,” she said, opening her eyes and shaking her head. “I’m sensitive.”

“I know love, it’s just to clean you up,” He explained, kissing her belly until he could hear the sound of her laugh.

“It tickles,” Y/n smiled, and placed her thighs apart, just enough for Harry to fit in between them. Harry blew her a kiss as a response while carefully cleaning the mess he made on her body.

“There, all done, baby,” Harry said, throwing the towel on the laundry basket. The man turned around confused when he felt Y/n grabbing his arm. “What’s wrong? Are you hurting anywhere?” He looked up and down her body, trying to see if there were any bruises.

“No, I’m ok, but Anne isn’t the one doing the laundry, right? She can’t see the towel,” Y/n said, feeling embarrassed by the thought of Anne cleaning any of their dirty clothes.

“You overthink way too much, I have been doing my own laundry since I was 12, don’t worry about it, I’m gonna get everything on the washing machine, including this sheet, tomorrow morning before breakfast.”

"Oh alright, I can do it for you if you want."

"Don't be silly, I'm the one who got them all messed up, you don’t need to do anything." Harry put his pants back on, he turned around to get clean clothes for Y/n. If they were back at uni he would much more prefer to sleep naked, but since he was at Anne's the best choice was to keep their clothes on.

He walked back to Y/n. "Lift your arms, baby," Y/n sleepily did what he asked, she also raised her hips, letting him put her underwear and pajama pants on. "Do you want to go to the kitchen with me, or do you want to stay here?"

Y/n held his hand, trying to make him lay above her. "I want you to stay here with me."

"That's not happening baby, I don’t like when you don't eat after sex, you know how tired your body gets."

"My body is tired because it's late, not because you tired me out," she argued back.

"Oh getting feisty, I see," he laughed. "Well, not even your attitude will make me stay." Harry kissed her cheek. "Come on, walk with me, I don’t wanna leave you alone here. I promise to make you your favorite sandwich."

"Grilled cheese?"

"Yeah, grilled cheese, now let's go."

Harry gently helped her get up, making sure her legs weren’t too wobbly. He carefully opened the door to the hallway, Y/n close behind. When they got to the kitchen Y/n sat on the counter as Harry took all the ingredients to the grilled cheese, only stopping to make sure the girl had drank the water he gave her.

When he was done he gave her the grilled cheese, happy that she ate it all without protest. He wrapped his arms around her body, standing a few inches above her. Harry kissed her forehead, making the girl smile. "I wanna have all of that with you one day," Harry told her, cleaning some crumbs of bread off of her face.

"What? All the grilled cheese In the world?" She joked.

"No silly, a house of our own, with our own kitchen, our own room, we could have a garden– you love gardens –you could tend to it every day."

Y/n smiled shyly. "I would like that, I truly would." She kissed him, it was innocent at first, but then Harry bit her lips, which made the girl moan. Harry's hands were on her back, pressing their chest together, but a sound down the hall made them stop.

Harry took a step back from the counter at the same time Anne got into the Kitchen. "Oh, what are you guys doing here?" Anne said, looking at Y/n and then at Harry, before they could answer her eyes met the ingredients of the sandwich Harry made. "I see, you guys were hungry," she smiled."

"Yeah, I always need to eat something around midnight, I don't know why," Y/n said, trying to sound collected like she wasn't making out with her son seconds ago.

"I completely understand you, daring, although I'm here just to make some tea," Anne kindly told her, turning herself to Harry and softly patting his cheek.

"But what woke you up, mom? Were your cats annoying you?" Harry asked.

"Do not call them annoying," Anne said in a playful voice. "They didn't, they always sleep through the whole night, what woke me up was a very weird noise–"

Harry and Y/n both looked at each other with wide eyes, thinking the exact same thing. Harry glimpsed at Y/n’s face, certain she would begin apologizing to Anne for their noises.

"Anne, I am–" Y/n began saying, with embarrassment on her face.

"But I found out it was just the tree on my window," Anne continued saying at the same time Y/n opened her mouth.

"Oh," Y/n and Harry said at the same time, relief running through their bodies.

"Hm, yeah, tonight's pretty windy, but maybe you could try sleeping with some earplugs on, mom?" Harry placed a comforting hand on Y/n’s back, feeling how tense her body was, even after they found out Anne did not hear them having sex.

"I think it's the only way, honey," Anne answered. "Anyways, I'm gonna make some tea and head to bed, do you kids want some too?"

"I'm good, what about you, H?" Y/n asked.

"I'm gonna pass this time mom, but I'm always up for some tea tomorrow," Harry smiled. "Now I have to take this one to bed, you know how cranky she gets in the morning," Harry whispered the last phrase to Anne, but Y/n heard it and pinched him softly on the stomach, making him smile.

"I don't get cranky, I'm just not a morning person like you, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Of course there isn't, I think it's lovely having you threaten me every morning just because I wake up early," he kissed her head, helping her get off the counter.

"I don't threaten you because you wake up early, it's because you're always loud." She rolled her eyes. "No need to go take a shower and have Spotify's volume at the maximum."

"It's not loud, you are just a very light sleeper."

Anne was watching in amusement as Harry and Y/n processed the bickering like two children. After 5 minutes Harry let Y/n win the argument.

"Yeah, you are right, my love, I am– in your words – excruciatingly loud, now please let's go to bed."

Y/n knew he was only saying that because Harry wanted the argument to be over, but she was extremely tired, she just wanted their bed. "We're gonna continue this tomorrow, H," Y/n said playfully. "We are heading to our room, Anne. Goodnight, I hope the trees won’t bother you anymore!

"Oh thank you, honey. Everything is ok now, I'm gonna get my earplugs as Harry said." Anne kissed Harry and Y/n's cheek gently. "Now go on, we have a long day finishing decorating tomorrow."

They smiled at Anne before taking the stairs and getting to Harry's room. The couple quickly got under the covers, Y/n sleeping on Harry’s chest as she watched the snowflakes falling. Her eyelids become heavy, and before she knew she was sleeping, Harry’s warmth soothing her body.

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As Great Britain’s best hope at winning Men’s 400m Hurdles at the Olympics next year in Tokyo, Japan, Harry Styles’ future is looking especially bright. However, his coach has some secrets come out into the public eye that ends in Harry sacking him immediately. Now, he needs a new coach to take him to the very top. Enter Y/N. She won numerous gold medals running Women’s Hurdles years ago and was at the height of her career when she was in a plane crash, causing her to live a life in utter solitude on the Somerset countryside to deal with her many losses. Now, years later, Harry’s team is desperate for a good coach as the Olympics are only months away, and for some reason, when she is given the opportunity to coach Harry Styles for the Olympics, Y/N says yes. She has not been to Japan since the plane crash, and so travelling back there makes her need to face many fears, relive a lot of memories, work through more than she would like to, and it also - much to her utter dismay - makes her develop feelings for the person she should absolutely not have feelings for.

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Compromises

Lumberjack!Bucky x Ex!Reader

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It's been a long time since you've seen your ex. And what perfect timing, too. This doesn't make your first date with another man awkward at all.

Content Warning: Lumberjack!Bucky x Ex!Reader, John Walker x Reader, exes to lovers, jealous!bucky, angst, mature themes, flirting, arrogant!bucky, fluff.

You've done your best to keep your eyes off him, and you've surprisingly done well so far. What are the chances that tonight is the night of all of nights that he decided to waltz back into town?

Six months. It's been six months since you broke up, and six months since you last saw him. Apparently, he's been traveling around Europe. Prick. Out there enjoying himself while you tried to fix your broken heart. It didn't work.

"You okay?" Your date asks you with a look of concern on his face.

You offer him a smile, hoping it looks real. "I'm fine, John. Just haven't drank in a while."

"You've barely had three sips," He says with a laugh, pointing out your full bottle of beer.

It isn't a romantic dinner date, by any means. John took you to the local pub where you'd probably be hanging out tonight anyway, for a couple of shared drinks while the football game plays on the small TV hung on the wall.

You make the mistake of looking at him. And Bucky's already looking right back at you. Fuck. Why does he look so good? Was breaking up with you that great of a decision?

His hair is still long, which you're grateful for. He's wearing his thick, plaid coat, and he's sitting alone with his beer. A few snowflakes sit on his broad shoulders, melting with every second that passes.

He shoots you a wink in greeting, but it only pisses you off. You look back at John and take a long sip.

"And then I said, 'I legally own this land, so fuck you!'" He finishes his drab story with a hearty laugh, making you inwardly grimace.

Why did you agree to this? You know exactly why. A couple of weeks ago, you overheard someone mentioning that Bucky was returning, and that information has been sitting in your subconscious ever since. It's knowing that he was gonna be back that drove you to say yes to John, as though you had to prove you're over Bucky before he had the chance to show up with some glamorous European girlfriend.

"Alright, well unlike you, I'm actually drinking tonight, and I need a refill," John announces, standing up. "Back in a sec, babe."

Once he's gone, you look down at the table, trying to forget that your ex-boyfriend is sitting a few meters away. Then, you feel someone sitting down opposite you again.

"That was quick," You comment, looking up and expecting to see John - and almost having a heart attack when you see Bucky.

"You call six months quick?" He asks you with a raised brow.

"What are you doing here?" You question him lowly, sneaking a glance to the busy bar.

"What are you doing here with him?" Bucky asks you bitterly. "Of all the guys in this town, John fuckin' Walker?"

"That isn't any of your business anymore," You say with a glare. "You can fuck back off, now."

He glances down at your neck before smirking. "Still wearing it, sycamore?"

Fuck's sake. "James, I swear to God-"

Bucky cuts you off by reaching out and pulling on your gold chain, tugging it until the small, wooden axe that he handcarved himself is revealed. "Still wearing it," He mutters with a smile.

You remember when he gave you it. It was for your third anniversary. He said he was handing you his axe because he never wanted to cut down the tree of your love.

Well, that turned out to be a lie. Timber.

"What do you want?" You ask, pulling the necklace out of his hand.

"I wanna know what you see in that guy," Bucky answers you, leaning forward. "Cause there ain't no fucking way he knows how to handle you."

"Oh, shut up," You grumble with an eye roll. "You don't know me, or what he's like."

"I don't know you? I know you better than you know your damn self, sycamore," He claims arrogantly. "And I know, judging by the dead energy between you, that he hasn't made you cum yet."

You clench your jaw. "We haven't even slept together yet, you big oaf."

"You haven't?" Bucky asks, surprised.

"Not that it's any of your business, but this is our first date," You tell him curtly.

His eyes light up. "We slept together before our first date."

You let out a dry scoff, "Yeah; and look how that turned out."

"Sex wasn't the reason for us breaking up," He says with narrow eyes.

"So, what was?" You can't help but ask, regretting it the second it leaves your mouth.

Bucky looks taken aback, his lips parting. "Sycamore, I-"

"What's going on here?" John suddenly interjects as he arrives with a fresh beer in hand. "Bucky? Bucky Barnes? No fucking way! Since when are you back in town?"

Bucky lets out a sigh as he stands up. "Haven't been here long."

John gives you an odd glance. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Christmas," You say quickly.

He doesn't look convinced, but thankfully he keeps his mouth shut.

"Well, I'll get out of your hair," Bucky says, giving you a nod. "Enjoy your date."

The next half an hour goes by slower than ever. Of course. This is just your luck. Of course, the first date you go on since the break up, Bucky himself shows up. Because why would life ever be simple?

"I mean, treat me with some respect; I could literally ruin your life in a snap," John drones on with yet another depressing anecdote.

"Mhm," You mumble, not being able to help but look over at Bucky. He's been chatting with a few friends over the course of the night, and you've been busy reminiscing the good times - which isn't a good idea, because now you miss being with him so badly it hurts.

"I'm gonna go have a smoke," John mutters, patting his pockets until he finds his cigarettes. "Wanna join me, babe?"

I'd rather die.

"Uh, it's freezing outside," You say with a shrug. "I'll just stay here."

"Suit yourself," He replies before getting up and walking out.

Watching him leave with a quirked brow, Bucky narrows his eyes. The second the door shuts behind John, Bucky stands up and walks over to you.

Oh, great. You sigh, but you can't deny the way your heart hammers in your chest.

"You just get ditched, sycamore?" He asks you as he takes John's seat opposite you once more.

"He's gone out for a smoke," You inform him, glancing out the front window to where John's attempting to light up his cigarette in the heavy snow.

"You hated kissing me after I smoked," Bucky says with a nostalgic smile.

You don't even know what to say to that, so you stay silent.

"What you asked me earlier stuck with me," Bucky admits after a tense silence. "About why we broke up."

All you do is shrug, too hurt to trust your voice not to crack.

"I mean, it was pretty mutual," He mutters, his words being the last straw.

Unable to remain silent, you lean forward. "There was nothing mutual about it, James."

That makes him frown. "The fuck are you talking about? We said that breaking up was the right thing to do."

"You said that breaking up was the right thing to do," You tell him in a hushed whisper.

"And you agreed with me!" He retorts, his cheeks flushing pink.

"Because I was too proud to admit that I actually came over to ask if you wanted to move in with me!" You blurt out, too far gone to regret it. "You assumed I wanted to talk about breaking up, and when you said those words... how could I have ever admitted that I wasn't just as checked out as you?"

Bucky's lips part as he sits back, shocked in his seat. His eyes flicker with confusion and remorse. "What?"

Your face scrunches up as you desperately try to hold back your tears. "Why did you leave me, Buck?"

He looks down at the table, letting out a long sigh. The look on his face is defeated, as though he's sick of avoiding the question. Tired of holding back the truth.

"I was scared."

You almost laugh at the cliche. Of course.

"Everyone I know- everyone I know who's ever been in love," He begins to explain, his hands twitching. "They all had to make a big sacrifice. My parents gave up on their dreams to raise us. Sam quit the Air Force for Nat. Steve moved to goddamn London for Peggy. And I wasn't ready to do that."

You can't help but take offence. "You weren't ready to make any sacrifices to be with me?"

"I didn't want to uproot my life, and I didn't want to make you do anything drastic, either," He says, looking up at you. "All I've ever wanted is for you to be as happy as possible."

"But Bucky, that's what love is," You argue. "You change things about your life, and you make the decision to prioritise your relationship. Besides; we both have jobs in the same small town with no plans to ever leave. What sacrifice would we have needed to make?"

"Don't ask me to rationalize it, because I don't know how," He mumbles weakly.

You reach out to take his hand, gently stroking it. "Even if, at some point, we had to sacrifice something, it would have been worth it. All those people you mentioned- your parents, your friends. Aren't they also the happiest people you know? They don't regret anything, do they?"

Bucky lets out a shaky breath, thinking over your words. God, he's such an idiot.

"If it came down to it, and I had to make a compromise, or choose between you and something else," You begin, squeezing his hand. "I know what I'd choose, Buck."

He meets your eyes, pain outlined with softness. "I don't deserve you."

Shrugging, you give him a smile. "Does John?"

"Fuck no," He replies instantly with a grimace.

Speaking of the blond devil, John reenters the pub and strolls over, frowning when he notices Bucky. "Alright, I let it slide last time, but do you mind stepping away from my date, Barnes?"

"Go fuck yourself, Walker," Bucky says harshly before standing up and holding his hand out to you.

"Oh, please," John snorts. "After you ditched her for 6 months, you think you can just swoop in and get her back?"

But you know the truth already, and so does Bucky. Because if you ever had to choose between him and something else, you know what you'd choose.

Bucky raises a brow at you, that cocky smirk sitting on his pretty lips. "What'll it be, sycamore?"

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Could you write one (including Bruce Stephen, Scott, Rhodey, T’Challa, and Clint) the avengers reacting if the reader was a Black Widow?

Thanks for the request!

Pairing: Avengers x fem reader

Warning: fluff, angst

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Pt 2 here (Vision, Sam, Pietro, Peter, Bucky, Loki + Bonus: Bruce, Clint and Scott)

AVENGERS FINDING OUT YOU'RE A BLACK WIDOW:

TONY

Tony would be pretty surprised, but intrigued. "A Black Widow? I always knew there was something spicy in you, lady Y/l/n." He jokes while raising an eyebrow and you giggle, your hands caressing his chest. "You look quite pleased, Mr. Stark." You provoke him and he shugs. "Well, I already knew you were a badass, but this is the confirmation." He says before immediatelygetting serious. You frown. "What?" You ask and he caresses your cheek. "I just hate the idea of what they have done to you." He adds, suddenly overwhelmed by the awareness of how hart it was for you. You smile at him, your hand taking his. "I'm okay now, with you. I feel safe." You say and he kisses you.

STEVE

Steve would be shocked. "Darling, why didn't you tell me?" He asks while crossing his arms over his chest. You look at him and bite your lower lip. "I didn't know if I could trust." You admit. He softens and tenderly caresses your cheek. "I get it, I'm glad you trust me now and I'm sorry you had to suffer. Come here." He concludes and presses a kiss on your forhead, making you feel finally protected.

THOR

Thor would be excited, since he knows nothingabout the horrors of the Red Room. "A Black Widow? Kinda like Natasha?" He asks while looking at you in amazement, you chuckle and noddle. "So you can fucking fight, babe!" He says and laughs, his hands grabbing his own shirt in excitement. He makes your life full of light and lightheadedness, so you decide to spare him the bad side of your training for now. You shake your hands and position your feet. "Want a taste?" You joke raising your fists and he tilts his head. "Of you? Always."

NATASHA

Natasha understands the atrocities behind the cool fighting skills, so she would be sad. "I'm sorry you had to go through this too." She softly says while caressing your cheek, you nod and look at her. "I've killed many people." You whisper and she shakes her head. "I know you didn't want to. You're doing your best and trying to be more than just a trained killer, this makes you a good person, my love." She conforts you and you nod, watery eyes and lips pressed while she hugs you.

WANDA

Wanda would be sorry. "I can only imagine what you've been through. I was a victim of some experiments too and I vaguely remember the horrors. I'm sorry, baby." She says while brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You shrug, a nervous smile on your face. "It happened. I'm trying to do better now, even thanks to you. I'm glad to have you by my side." You whisper and she smiles while softly kissing you.

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STEPHEN

Stephen knows what they do to the Black Widows, so he immediately caresses your cheek, his soft touch giving you goosebumps. "My Dear, I'm immensely sorry." He whispers while looking at you, his eyes watery. You softly smiles at him, your hands placing on his. "I'm okay now, I'm a grown woman. I obviously remember everything and even if when I was a child some things are still so vivid..." you hesitate, the pain of the training and the sterilization still in your mind. He hugs you, his arms wrapping you into the most comforting hug. "I'm here, I'm here."

T'CHALLA

T'Challa would let you explain everything to him. He wants to know what you've been through to become who you are. He carefully listens before finally looking at you, his eyes filled with anger and sadness. "You didn't deserve this." He simply says and you shrug, your hands nervously playing with your own shirt. "I can't have children." You say, knowing how important is legacy in the black Panther culture. He shakes his head and walks to you, his hands cupping your face. "Don't even think for a moment that this will have any effect on the fact that I love you and you're the woman I want to spend my life with." He immediately reassures you and you smile, tears running down your cheeks while you hug him.

RHODEY

Rhodey would be so angry. "I can't believe what they did to you." He whispers in pure rage while crossing his arms over his chest. You look at him and bite your lips. "I'm glad I'm here now, with you all, trying to be a better person." You confess and look at your own feet. He grabs your hands and caresses the back of them. "Hey, you're not what they wanted you to be, baby." He says and you nod, eyes filled with tears while he kisses your forhead.