#Yes she has a Widows butt though it has an X

[kqutie]

GROUP EFFORT x SLEEPY MAMA

relations. : platonic avengers/single mother reader ; romantic pairing still undecided

sum. : you're exhausted and happily fall asleep with vinny but your son has other plans now that his favourite heroes were close by

tags. : single mother reader ; baby is inspired by Jack-Jack from ‘the incredibles’ ; fluff ; slight crack fic ; comfort fic ; baby!oc ; widowed reader ; baby has multiple powers ; domestic fluff ; avengers babysitting a super baby

length : 3.4k

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You explained your situation with Vinny as thoroughly as you could in your sleep-deprived state while he slept in your arms. Your STEM background habitually prompted you to provide your hypothesis on the matter, which Bruce and Tony perked up and shared a look at. Both appeared to immediately take a mental note of researching the incident with your husband later. The team vaguely remembered the event when it first happened and dominated the headlines. It was dubbed as a freak accident that happened too quickly to be stopped; they were gutted that even they couldn’t do something about it. Naturally, they had questions but were hesitant to inquire when you were noticeably slipping in and out of consciousness. 

Natasha furrows her brows in sympathy as she observes you and gradually moves her gaze down to Vinny. Despite your exhausted state, you force yourself to maintain your posture and continue safely cradling your son, prioritising his comfort over your own. She can only imagine the amount of stress you had undergone the last few days of having to take care of a son with rapidly expanding powers. ‘Just a normal person’ was what you called yourself, someone who was ‘incapable of properly caring’ for your son and his powers no matter how much you were willing to stick it out. In the end, you had to call it quits. She admired your resilience and maternal drive, all of them did and they were more than willing to help you. It was definitely a bizarre case but, rather than figure things out now, it was more important to ensure your and Vinny’s wellbeing.  

“How about we call it a night for now?” Steve suggests as you hand over the list you had written up, detailing the extent of Vinny’s acquired powers. It was an extensive list composed of several scraps of paper and sticky notes. The team's eyes collectively bulge at the sizable amount of notations. 

“Does he have super speed like me?” Pietro blurts out in excitement, eager to potentially have someone who can finally keep up with his speed. 

“I don’t know… maybe it’ll manifest one day. The list only seems to keep growing,” you try to smile but you’re so tired it comes out as more of a grimance. 

“Stay the night,” Tony says with fixed conviction, “it’s gotten late and you came to us for help with the baby, right?” Pepper smiles beside him and nods in agreement. The couple stand side by side, already settled on the decision and it appears as though nobody else was going to contest it.  

“We have plenty of rooms available. I’ll be happy to take you and Vinny to one,” Pepper offers as Tony nods with his usual charming grin. Neither gives you the chance to object nor does the rest of the team—all are determined to lend you a helping hand. Looking at their kind expressions made you tear up. It was such a relief. You haven’t felt this supported since your late husband was alive.  

“Y-yes please,”

“It’s settled then, over to you Ms Potts,” Tony gives the curve of Pepper’s butt a small pat as he moves away, “I’ll get the staff to bring up a cot as soon as possible,” The team follow the couple’s lead and wish you a goodnight as Pepper begins leading you to the available bedrooms with Vinny still asleep in your arms. 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The team remain in the living room discussing the current events. Pepper had informed them of which room you were sleeping in for the night when she came back, it was one of the bigger rooms considering they were organising a cot to be put in for Vinny, it also had an ensuite and small kitchenette for your convenience. 

The cot was taking a while to acquire and build due to the suddenness of the request but you assured her that having no cot wasn’t an ‘end of the world’ thing, you were more than happy to sleep with Vinny in the same bed. In fact, you had recently gotten into the habit so that you were easily alerted whenever Vinny spontaneously did something with his powers. However, Pepper doubts you would wake so easily in your sleep-deprived state; you fell asleep the instant your head hit the pillow. Thankfully, Vinny remains fast asleep beside you. 

“You think it was the gamma rays, Bruce?” Tony asks nonchalantly as he settles himself atop the sofa arm, snacking on chocolate-covered almonds. 

“It’s highly likely,” Bruce has been absorbed in research ever since you had left the room, typing away on his laptop. “Reports of the incident don’t flag up anything suspicious happening,” Tony raises a brow and there’s a knowing silence that fills the room momentarily, “...but we may just need to do some more digging,” Bruce was willing to continue his research but Tony insisted on the work day being over and the need for a good work-life balance. All Pepper’s influence. 

“We can continue the research tomorrow, Banner. Meeting a teleporting, multi-superpowered baby warrants some rest for the night, at least,” With a shake of his head, Bruce relents to Tony’s insistence and finally closes his laptop. Pepper looks at her fianceé proudly, Tony has come so far and has truly grown into the hero many admire him to be. His under-eyes are looking much healthier too. After his initial hesitation, Bruce and Tony join everyone else in the central living room again. 

“Will the baby and his mother be staying here for a long time?” Thor asks thoughtfully, leaning back into the sofa as Loki contemplates the question beside him. It makes sense for the mother and son duo to stay considering how unpredictable the child’s powers are. 

“It would be for the best,” Steve announces, receiving a nod of agreement from the majority. “The baby needs to be analysed so we can better help the mother and separating the two is entirely out of the question.”

“We’re not subjecting the child to any experiments though, right?” Bucky asks, a hardness coming over his expression and darkening his features. Everyone holds their breath and looks to Tony for answers. It was a collective look that pleaded opposition to the idea. In their line of work, experimentation on children was, unfortunately, a common occurrence and was something they actively pursued in putting an end to.   

“Surely not,” Natasha says lowly through gritted teeth. Everyone understood how important the topic was to her.

“‘Course, not.” Tony states matter-of-factly and shrugs, “There are ways of collecting data without having to partake in those old-school, traumatising experiments,” 

The Maximoff twins look at one another before Pietro suggests the obvious, “So… babysitting?” Tony shoots him with a pair of finger guns and cheerfully announces his victory. 

“I’m afraid no prize for you though—”

A giggle cuts through the room and everyone turns to the source immediately. Not again. 

Sat on the coffee table was Vinny, no longer asleep and having teleported into the living room once more. For a moment, nobody knows what to say or do until Vinny reaches his arms up, claps and giggles happily while staring up at Bucky, his little arms still raised. The supersoldier’s expression softens considerably at the child, his heart warmed by the infant’s glittering eyes and gummy smile. Giving a small wave and wiggling his fingers, Bucky is rewarded by another giggle before Vinny makes grabbing motions at him with his small, pudgy, baby hands. The gesture, however, makes him pause entirely. 

“That means he wants you to pick him up, Cyborg,” Sam laughs at his friend’s frozen state, it was hilarious to see someone who was usually so stoic and threatening become a headless chicken in front of a baby.

Slow and steady, Bucky reaches out and takes Vinny in his arms. The infant squeals in delight and kicks his legs when the soldier lifts him into the air before settling him on his lap to face the rest of the team. Vinny leans back against Bucky with a smug-looking grin as the brooding assassin sits rigidly behind him and whose large hands keep him in place by grasping his small torso on either side. It almost scares him how his fingertips touch when holding Vinny – the child is so tiny, so pudgy, soft, and fragile. Bucky’s face goes stock-still as does his limbs — he becomes indistinguishable from a stone statue. 

Pietro, Clint and Tony burst out laughing at the sight, pointing fingers at Bucky and making little Vinny grin in delight, their tangible joy is infectious to him. Even Sam is snickering from Bucky’s peripheral, no longer worried about getting hit upside the head since the supersoldier was otherwise preoccupied. Finding their laughter contagious too, Vinny joins in, oblivious to the glaring super soldier whose lap he was happily seated on. 

“He looks like a little prince in an oil painting sitting on a throne!” Pietro comments in between gasps of laughter. Tony snaps a picture and everyone slowly sees the vision Pietro had been calling out. It was comical. Clint was desperately gasping for breath as Loki snickered under his breath and Thor agreed to the ‘little prince’ observation.

“That child makes for an excellent prince!”

“But a throne? More like a stone statue,” Sam snorts as Steve struggles to keep a straight face. 

“Not. Funny.” Bucky growls lowly, paying no mind to the way the child in his lap plays with his fingers, unsuccessfully trying to pry his grip off his torso whilst babbling incoherent words. 

“You having fun, little guy?” Steve asks, leaning down to meet eyes with Vinny who responds happily, although in his nonsensical baby language. “I see, I’m glad,” Vinny prattles on again and holds a conversation with the soft-eyed, gently smiling captain for a good two minutes as the rest of the team looks fondly at the scene. 

Moments like this were what life was about. 

Evenings with the entire team were an eagerly anticipated activity, however, to have such a precious child join in on the event was a welcome occurrence. It felt like a family coming together to indulge in each other’s warm company. It was calm and mundane but it was what everyone craves atop the tumultuous life they lead. 

“What did the child say?” Thor’s booming voice cuts through the conversation and Steve turns to find him with a wide smile, eagerly anticipating an answer. 

With a roll of his eyes and a tsk, Loki answers before Steve can utter a word of explanation, “The captain doesn’t actually understand the child, he’s just entertaining it,”

“It’s ‘he’, not ‘it’, Loki,” Wanda corrects but is ignored by the god. 

“But they were conversing rather fluently just then,” Thor insists. Sometimes the group wonders if the Thunder God liked to play dumb just to annoy his younger sibling.  

“It doesn’t matter, the captain was speaking properly whilst the child wasn’t speaking any coherent language,” The two continue to bicker the way siblings do, as usual, while everyone else turns back to Vinny. The child, however, keeps his gaze locked on the two gods, his round, doe eyes transfixed on them with a blank expression before he suddenly smiles and squeals. 

“Ahh-yah!” the room suddenly shakes, as if a minor earthquake had occurred and the gods finally stop bickering. Everyone’s attention was on Vinny again. Wide-eyed, Bruce scours through the list of powers you handed over earlier and tries to find some sort of explanation. 

“What the hell was that?” Tony breathes in disbelief and turns to his lab partner, “Banner?”

“I think it’s the ‘loud sound (crying, cheering, laughing) = earthquake’,” 

“Echokinesis…” the two scientists conclude at the same time.

Tony slowly swipes his hands down his face, “This kid is gonna be a handful,” everyone stares, wide-eyed at the giggling child still sitting on Bucky’s lap. Vinny gurgles happily at the attention before assuming the stares are to commence one of his favourite games. Bringing his small, chubby hands up to his face, Vinny covers his eyes, cooing softly before revealing his eyes with a ‘dah!’. His proud grin is more gums than teeth but he’s just happy to play one of his favourite games ever. 

The adorable display makes the team smile, easily forgetting the earlier incident of uncontrolled power displayed by the innocent babe. Vinny continues playing peek-a-boo with everyone, who gradually joins in, Wanda being the most enthusiastic as she softly sings ‘peek-a-boo’ to the baby opposite her. Vinny had joined the light singing as well but with muddled coos instead. All is well and nerves have just begun to settle as Vinny covers his eyes for about the umpteenth time, elongating the innocent game. However, the team doesn’t mind as long as the baby is entertained and not crying.  

“Peek…a…boo!” Wanda sings once more but, this time, when Vinny reveals his eyes from under his small baby hands, two tunnels of bright green light shoot forward and everyone on the other side of the room ducks for cover. The parallel laser beams reached as far as the opposite wall and almost tore straight through it. As Vinny’s merry giggles fill the air, everyone slowly regains their composure and stares in disbelief at the destroyed couch. 

“The kid has fucking laser eyes too?!” Clint exclaims in disbelief, slack-jawed at the destructive evidence of Vinny’s power. 

“Language,” Steve promptly reprimands despite his own astonishment at the child’s display while Bucky had promptly covered Vinny’s tiny ears with his hands. Loki laughs joyfully, looking at your babbling baby boy with glittering amusement. 

“What an incredibly gifted child,” Loki praises with a smirk, his hair tousled by the scuffle but he pays it no mind.

It was then that Vinny reached his little arms up to Natasha, babbling happily before changing his mind and turning to Tony, only to change his mind again and make grabby hands at Thor. Everyone watches as the infant conflicts with himself, not knowing who he wants to be held by more before he falls forward and tumbles out of Bucky’s arms, or rather a duplicate of him does. In fact, a swarm of baby Vinnys fall off Bucky’s lap and begin shakily waddling over to a different avenger each.   

“Oh my…” Natasha gasps, cuddling a happily cooing Vinny to her chest — a duplicate one, at least. Looking around, every Avenger was made to cradle a duplicate baby as they tried to contain their shock and amazement. “This is crazy…”

“Wh-what do we do?” Pietro asks no one in particular as Wanda tries not to fawn over the baby Vinny in her arms.  

“Just make sure he doesn’t start crying or they’ll all start crying and the tower will end up collapsing on everyone because of their echo-kiss-thing,” Sam advises, panic swimming in his eyes as he remembers the shrieks of his baby nephews and how they had the power to make all nearby adults cry with them too. 

“N-now we don’t necessarily know if the baby can use more than one power at once or if his duplicates can perform powers atop the duplication. But I think it’s safe to say that that’s not the case–” Bruce cuts himself off as the baby in his arms coos, mesmerised by his moving jaw and reaches up a tiny hand to touch the scientist’s face. The duplicate Vinny in his arms begins babbling as if Bruce had been talking to him the entire time and they were pleasantly conversing. Charmed by the display, Bruce smiled softly and cooed at the infant in his arms — there was just something about babies that brought joy and peace to a person, he wanted to savour that feeling as much as possible.   

“Are you sure about that?” Clint asks and raises his Vinny, who had started dribbling and blowing bubbles with his spit. The bubbles should have easily disappeared but they began to float around and soon enough all the duplicate Vinny babies were blowing bubbles with their saliva. 

“I don’t know if that’s disgusting or adorable…” Tony comments, staring in mild awe and disgust at the display whilst bouncing the giggling baby in his arms. Pepper walks up beside him with an equally disturbed but awestruck expression. 

“How can they float like that?”

“You want to pop it, little human?” Thor chuckles as the Vinny in his arms reaches for the floating bubbles. Wanting to keep the child entertained, Thor obliges and pops a bubble for him only to yelp at the sudden electric shock he was subjected to. To a god of thunder, that felt like an insect bite, however, that would not be the case for his teammates. “Be careful my friends! This child was able to encase electricity within these innocent bubbles!” 

“Oh god! What are you?!” Sam asks in disbelief at the baby in his lap. Vinny simply giggles behind his small hands – he looks like the perfect picture of innocence but the team of heroes know better. 

Tony hands Pietro a wooden coaster from the coffee table to quickly pop all the bubbles with so that they don’t injure someone. The speedster nods but hands him his duplicate Vinny before zipping off to do the task. It didn’t take longer than five seconds to complete for Pietro and everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

“This is gonna be…interesting…” Tony observes with some hesitance as Bruce snorts a laugh and gives him a raised-brow look. 

“I could’ve told you that, Tony,” Sam chuckles. 

“But we can still help Vinny and his mother, correct?” Steve asks, feeling his heart clench as the baby in his arms cuddles into him with a suppressed yawn. The supersoldier watched, mesmerised, as the child slowly blinks and gradually fell asleep while sucking on his little thumb. 

“Of course!” Wanda declares and looks at Tony, “Even if it’s going to be difficult, we can’t just turn them away,” 

“I never said we were going to turn them away,” Tony smiles and relaxes his shoulders when the duplicates disappear in a small puff of smoke, revealing that Steve had the real Vinny. “They’re free to stay as long as they need,” the team smiled in relief at the assurance. They weren’t going to admit it aloud but they had already grown an attachment to the son and mother pair. It would be a good change of pace to have the two around the tower. 

“Splendid! I like the child very much already! And the mother is lovely, herself,” Thor speaks for everyone in the room, lowering his voice for the sake of Vinny who Steve had cradled to his chest and was gently rocking, “She seems very kind and loving, much like our mother, right, Loki?” the blonde god happily slings his arm over his younger brother’s shoulders and brings him close. 

“I suppose so,” Loki agrees with a scowl and stubbornly shrugs off his brother’s arm, who laughs goodnaturedly at the gesture.

“What about Nick?” Natasha asks, making everyone tense up but it was a subject that couldn’t be avoided. 

“I don’t think Nick is heartless enough to separate a mother and child or subject the little one to anything traumatic,” Steve was confident in that, “but if he shows otherwise, we’re putting a stop to it immediately,” Everyone nods and Pepper volunteers to call the S.H.I.E.L.D director about the situation. 

“It’s late,” Tony excuses and chuffs at the look Pepper sends him, “and, even though he’ll be ready at any time of the day. It’s best to start this tomorrow. The baby’s asleep anyway,”

Everyone notes the peace that had befallen the room. Everything was quiet except for the slumbering child’s soft breaths and their hushed voices discussing the topic. Looking at the clock, time had already passed so quickly.  

“This little one was such a handful,” Wanda comments, “no wonder his poor mother looked so…” she chooses her words carefully, “troubled,”

“I would have given up and collapsed already,” Clint confessed with a good-humoured snicker, “she must be a super mom to have taken care of a super baby all by herself for longer than a day,” hums and nods of agreement were shared throughout the room. The feat you accomplished was beyond their comprehension. Even though they were experienced in handling unusual, potentially dangerous events like this, they had struggled quite a bit from only one evening with Vinny. But you were one person without any special abilities or experience, and yet, you had lasted longer than they did. 

“A mother’s love is otherworldly,”  Thor concludes and, again, everyone hums and nods in agreement. 

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a/n : sorry this took so long my loves! this was very vinny and avengers centric also but mother dear deserves the rest, i hope everyone is enjoying the series so far. i will soon be opening up requests for this series to see what you lovelies want to see happen and the chapters will be based on those requests -- eventually anyone can read this series in any order they want!

[maiuoart]

...Oh-.....

Would you believe my hand SLIPPED? AND I MADE SWAPFELL MUFFET?

.....No? No one believes me? Ahwell. 

I like to think she’s more of a Poison mixer... But, she still owes a brothel/bar~ I just... Wow, I love her, alright??

She’s actually super chill if you don’t screw with her spiders; Like any other Muffet. But she’s got a bit of an attitude, though quiet... Muff here would rather make you think she put something in your drink, while she just grins evilly at you... She loves to do that.

Hng, i need to make more ideas for this gorgeous Sweetheart! ♥

....Also, yes; PoisonPuppy is coming soon.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

for your one shot prompt can i request a florence x reader w/ #45?

Work Crushes

#45: "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop"

Word Count: 2068

Concept: You meet Florence on the set of Black Widow and the two of you hit it off.

⚠️Warnings: Smutty, 18+

Tag List: @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @wandanatvoid @3xbyrn320 @ravenclawbitch426

For the last few months, you’ve been working on the set of the upcoming Marvel film Black Widow. Your job was fairly simple, you helped place actors on set, you basically just made sure they were standing in the right spot and you were always on standby with hairspray and other essentials in case a quick fix was needed. You primarily worked with Florence and Scarlett. Because of this, you naturally got close with the two of them but Florence more so than Scarlett, this was mainly because of her super chatty personality. You couldn’t help but get a little lost in her eyes every time you have to fix a piece of her hair. Her bold and hilarious personality, accompanied by how absolutely badass she looks when kicking bad-guy butt has your eyes glazed over and your mind in other places. This love for Florence grew over time and the more time you spent together, the more nervous you got.

Florence was starting to tell how off you were acting. She could see your lack of eye contact and how much you stuttered when you talked to her. She asked you if everything was alright and you nodded your head yes. Once you walked away you heard Scarlett ask Flo what was up and she just briefly explained that you seemed off and told Scarlett why.

You could hear Scarlett chuckle and Florence ask in a confusing tone why she was laughing.

“Florence...it sounds like y/n has developed a little crush!” You hear Scarlett say with your back turned to them and your eyes widening.

“Pffftttt. What? Me? No...haha. No way does y/n find me attractive, besides she is way too attractive for me anyways! No way could I pull that.” Florence responds.

“I don’t know Florence...you don’t give yourself enough credit. Maybe you should hang out with her and see what happens!”

“Hmmm yeah, maybe I will then.” She responds as they are about to start the scene.

A little later on you were grabbing water to get ready for Scarlett and Florence because they were doing an action sequence and you feel someone tap you on the shoulder.

You turn around to see Florence standing in front of you. “Oh- uh- hi Flo, sorry the waters are taking so long I just had to wait in line for a while-”

“Oh- no, y/n, don’t worry you’re doing great, no rush. I just wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to grab a bite to eat after shooting wraps tonight?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure!” You respond with a gulp as your eyes widen.

“Great! Want to swing by my trailer around 7?”

“Sure, see you then!” You reply.

You can’t believe that just happened. I mean, Florence Pugh wants to hang out with you? You definitely never saw that one coming. You can’t get your hopes up though as far as taking it past friendship goes. You are fully aware that Flo has a boyfriend (Zach) and that they are very happy together, besides you weren’t even sure if Florence was into women, to begin with.

After shooting you quickly head to your locker and switch into some nicer clothes that you haven’t been running around in all day and then go to Florence’s trailer. You knock on the door and Florence quickly swings it open.

“Hey y/n! You all ready to head out?” She says with the biggest and most beautiful smile.

“Yep!” You reply as Florence starts walking down the steps out of her trailer.

“Ok, so I know this really great spot I would love to take you and it’s not too far from here, do you like Italian?” She asks.

“Love it!” you reply.

“Great! My driver is just around the corner waiting in the parking lot, he can take us there.”

“Awesome,” You say as you’re walking towards the parking lot with her.

The two of you get in the car and drive down the street to an Italian restaurant. The server places you in a more private booth where it is small and round so you and Florence are almost sitting next to one another but still able to sit “across” and make conversation. You both place your orders and then the scariness sets in. You’re practically on a dinner date with Florence Pugh and now you need to make conversation with her. You were feeling nervous about it but lucky for you, Florence is very chatty and also quite the easy person to talk to so conversation flowed pretty naturally. The two of you finished your meals and decided to stick around for dessert too. After they cleared your plates away and you sat there eagerly waiting for your creme brulee, you noticed that Florence slid a little closer towards you.

“Y’know y/n, it has been really nice getting to spend time with you tonight. I never realized we had so much in common.”

“Thank you for inviting me.” You say with a smile.

“I do have to ask something though…” She says as your heart starts to race.

“Scarlett mentioned that she thinks you may have a tiny crush on me, was she right?”

“Uhhhh- maybe a little. Sorry, I don’t mean to be so unprofessional, I just couldn’t help it and I’ve tried really hard to ensure it does not interfere with my work and-”

“y/n, y/n, you don’t need to worry about it! I’m flattered, and might I add you are quite attractive yourself” she says as her eyes widen and she quickly adds on “not that looks are everything of course! Personality is important too and might I say, you definitely kill it in that department.” She says trying not to say something that you may deem offensive.

It was kind of cute watching Flo get all flustered when talking to you about how attractive the two of you are.

You can’t help but blush when she says all of this and before you could respond, the waitress shows up with the desserts.

The two of you finish eating and Florence invites you back to her place to hang out for a little while longer and have a couple of drinks.

The two of you get into the car and go back to Florence’s hotel, which for the record, is amazing. Much better than your super small one bedroom hotel. But I guess what do you expect, she is a movie star after all which is something that you seem to keep forgetting about.

“Welcome! Let me grab some drinks.” She says as she walks towards the kitchen and grabs a chilled bottle of champagne with two glasses.

“I hope you’re not wasting the fancy stuff on me.” You say with a chuckle.

Florence laughs, “y/n, trust me it doesn’t get too fancy with hotel champagne but if we were at my place, like my actual home, I would definitely crack open the expensive stuff. You’re more than worth it.” She says with a soft smile.

You feel your cheeks start to get rosy, luckily you can blame the alcohol but it was definitely because of all the compliments Florence kept throwing your way.

The two of you talked for hours and made your way through the bottle of champagne in no time.

A fairly tipsy Florence has moved very close to you on the couch as she praises you for being such a good friend and slaps one of her hands onto your thigh. She starts moving her hand back and forth in a comforting sort of way as she continues to babble on about how great you are.

“…you just always know when to fix my hair on set and you’re so professional and you listen so well when I talk. I love seeing you every day…” she says with a little bit of slur in her speech. “I love to see you and your beautiful eyes, and your flawless hair, and who could forget your gorgeous smile.” She says as she starts getting close to your face.

You can feel the bright redness in your face as Florence compliments you. You suddenly feel frozen as she is just inches away from your face. She leans in even close and you can feel her breath on your lips.

“Florence…I don’t know.”

“C’mon, I just want to kiss you so badly” she says as she continues to lean in.

“But if I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.” You say in a quiet and lower voice as you start to tilt your head and lean in.

“Good.” She responds as she grabs your head and pulls it towards hers. Your lips are crashing into one another as you rest one hand on her thigh and one on the side of her face. The two of you continue to passionately kiss each other as you feel her hands make their way down your body and one reaches the inside of your thigh. You feel shocked and extremely turned on by not only kissing Florence but also the feeling of doing something you’re not supposed to.

The two of you pull away from each other.

“Wow.” Is all you can get out.

“Agreed.” She says. “How about we move this to the bedroom?”

“Are you sure Florence? I don’t know, I just know how much you love Zach and I would hate to get in the way of that.”

“Y/n, I’m a grown up and can definitely make my own decisions. Besides I would be lying if I said that I haven’t been watching you for quite some time now.”

“Okay.” You say as you grab her hand and she pulls you off the couch and leads you towards her bedroom.

Florence pushes you down on the bed and starts kissing you down your neck for sure leaving a slight trail.

“This okay?” She says as she tugs at the hem of your shirt.

You nod your head yes and next thing you know, Your shirts on the ground. She unclips your bra and starts kissing down your chest making sure to tease your nipples along the way. She eventually makes her way down to the button on your pants and slowly undoes it as she is kissing around your hips. You can’t help but squirm a little every time she kisses you. It gives you butterflies all over your body. She takes your pants off and starts kissing in between your thighs. You feel a heat growing in your stomach and you knew you desperately wanted to feel her touch.

“F-F-Florence please, I need you so badly.” You mutter out.

“Oh do you?” She says as she teases you by drawing circles near your clit.

She slowly starts kissing your pussy and all of a sudden you feel her tongue slowly licking up and down your slit. She was moving incredibly slow, it was torture but the best kind imaginable. You feel her fingers near your entrance as she thrusts one into you. She slowly starts pumping her hand in and out as she continues to go down on you.

God did this feel good. No sex has ever felt this good.

Your whole body and all its senses were feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. It felt so fucking good. You look down at her as she’s licking your pussy and she looks up, locking eyes with you. Fuck- that was the hottest thing she could’ve done. You feel your climax coming.

“F-Fuck. Florence i'm going to-”

“Cum for me.” She says in an aggressive tone.

With her voice fluttering through your head you release and your back arches as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of you to let you ride out your high.

When your body finally relaxes she comes up and wraps her arms around you.

“Holy shit.” You say.

She just chuckles and kisses you again. “I’m guessing you enjoyed that?”

“Oh yes.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Adorable? That’s it?” You say while trying to keep a serious face and not laugh as you swing one leg over her.

“Yes. Absolutely adorable.”

“Oh I’ll make you pay for that” you say as you pin her arms above her head and start kissing her down her neck.

“Oh please do.” She says.

— the end —

[high-functioning-lokipath]

Unusual Way - Loki x Reader - Words: 3,294 (including song lyrics)

A/N: Reader is Silver Shadow. However, this doesn't follow the same 'first meeting/falling in love' sequence as "Hurting Each Other".

Loki and you were best friends and had been for about 2 years now since he moved into the tower. It all started the day he'd moved in while you were out on a mission and no one had the brilliant idea to tell you that you were now sharing your floor with someone.

~ 2 Years Ago~

So there you were, exhausted and dirty from the fight, looking forward to a nice hot shower. You'd already taken off your cape in the elevator and as you got off and walked down the hallway to your bedroom, you started to pull at the zipper of your jacket.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting you to be so forward."

"Who's there?" You yelled, not recognizing the voice that spoke to you. You whipped around, trying to see who it was that was speaking.

"Hello," A man suddenly said, appearing directly in front of you. You throw a quick punch but your hand goes right through him and he disappears. "Over here!" He exclaims, waving to you from a few steps away. You quickly draw one of your knives and throw it at him. Again it goes right through him.

"I said, who are you?" You demand, not having had a chance to get a good look at his face yet.

"Tsk tsk," He says, appearing once more, a few feet now away from you. "So impatient." As he talks you focus on the vase setting on the hallway table behind him and start drawing it towards you. If you time it just right, you can either hit him or, if he's not there again, stop it in time before it hits you. "I am Loki, of Asgard! And I am burdened wi-OW!" He yells as the vase hits his head. "Will anyone ever let me finish that thought?"

“Loki?” You screeched. “What are you doing here? Do the others know?” You asked, rushing up to the admittedly handsome man. Even during his attack on New York you couldn’t help but go a little starry-eyed at his presence.

“I am here to help. I,” He sighed, rubbing the back of his head again. “I’m here to work with you and your little team.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Oh! Well, I, uh, sorry about that," You stuttered, gesturing to his head. "Here, let me fix that." You reached up and touched the back of his head gently.

"Thank you," He replied with a small smile.

"Let's start over," You grinned. "Hi, I'm Y/N. I guess I'm your new floormate." He grinned back, still surprised by your kindness.

"Yeah, I guess you are."

~ 6 Months Later ~

"C'mon, Y/N!" Loki yelled down the hallway. "The pairs' free dance is about to begin!" You ran out of the bathroom, socks sliding on the hardwoods.

"Woah!" You exclaimed, sliding, or rather bodyslamming, into him. He of course caught you easily, being used to this occurrence, and laughed. A few minutes later you were both sitting on the couch with a rather large bowl of popcorn between you. "Those twizzles were completely out of sync. That's going to ruin their score."

"Perhaps," he commented, tossing another buttery snack in his mouth. "But their lifts have been perfect unlike the other couples." You shrugged and continued watching. You found yourself shivering, however, as you continued watching the programs.

"Has the thermostat gone down?" You asked. Loki got up and checked.

"No, are you cold?" He, of course, didn't notice any difference since he was, not only a Frost Giant, but also wearing a lovely sweater, you thought.

"Yeah, must be the ice," You joked, nodding at the television. You eyed his soft, grey sweater once again and decided that, even though it looked absolutely stunning on him, you needed it more.

"Um, would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater?" You asked nervously. He looked mildly surprised but quickly pulled it off and handed it to you. "Thanks," You said quietly. The past couple weeks you'd realized you had developed a minor crush on your new best friend. You didn't say anything, however, for fear of ruining said friendship. "It smells like you," You chuckled, pulling the jumper close around you. Loki blushed brightly and apologized.

"Sorry, so sorry. I can-I can get a new one from the wash." He went to get up, face still flushed in embarrassment.

"Loki, it's fine," You replied, stopping him. "I don't mind. Thank you for lending it to me." He smiled sweetly at you in reply.

"You're welcome. After all, what are friends for?"

~ 1 Year Later ~

"He's too pretty for his own good, Nat!" you complained, throwing quick punches at your sparring partner.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means if he knew what's good for him, he would be so perfect all the time!" You blocked three punches and landed one of your own. "If he doesn't I might have to take matters into my own hands."

"Meaning you'll finally ask him out instead of driving us all crazy pining over him like you have been for the past year and a half or so?" She retorted with a smirk, flipping you to the ground and pinning your arms behind you. You groaned and rolled out from under her, standing and holding your hands up in defeat.

"No! Of course not! It means I'd have to ugly him up a little." Natasha rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Like you'd ever have the guts! C'mon! Be honest with yourself! You liked him since New York. Just put on your big-girl pants and tell him! And if you can't find yours, I can lend you mine," She teased, playfully slapping your butt.

"Watch it, Widow!" you snapped. "I'm going to the conference room if it's not in use. I don't want to be disturbed, ok?"

"Fine, just let me know all the juicy details when you finally have the guts to go back to your floor, ok?" You rolled your eyes and walked out.

"Finally alone," you sighed, tossing your gym bag in a chair and slumping down in another. "FRIDAY?”

"Yes, Miss Y/N?" The AI replied.

"Please shut the blinds and lock the door. Emergency override only."

"Yes, Miss." You closed your eyes, tears threatening to slip through.

"FRIDAY, shuffle Linda Eder from my library."

"Of course," The AI replied. When I Look In Your Eyes started playing and you leaned back in the chair, closing your eyes and tuning out the rest of the world. You were so focused on your music and trying to figure out your own feelings that you didn't hear the door open. The next song started and you chuckled humorlessly.

"This one's for you," You said to yourself, thinking of your best friend. You sang along as Unusual Way played.

“In a very unusual way, one time I needed you

In a very unusual way, you were my friend

Maybe it lasted a day, maybe it lasted an hour

But somehow it will never end

In a very unusual way, I think I'm in love with you

In a very unusual way, I want to cry

Something inside me goes weak, something inside me surrenders

And you're the reason why, you're the reason why

You don't know what you do to me

Don't have a clue

You can't tell what it's like to be me

Looking at you

It scares me so that I can hardly speak...

In a very unusual way, I owe what I am to you

Though at times it appears I won't stay, I never go

Special to me in my life, since the first day that I met you

How could I ever forget you, once you had touched my soul

In a very unusual way...

You made me whole”

When you finished you thought you heard a noise behind you but when you turned around there was no one there. You shrugged it off as your own overactive imagination and got up, gathering your stuff. When you got back upstairs, you found Loki in the kitchen. "Thought you might like some lunch," He explained.

"Oh, thanks," You replied, sitting down and letting him serve you. After a few minutes of silent eating you decided you needed to say something. "Loki, I-"

"Y/N, I-" You both laughed, having spoken at the same time.

"You first," You both said. Laughing again, you shook your head and motioned for him to go on.

"Y/N, I must confess something. I-" He paused, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't going to say anything because I was afraid of how you'd respond but," He chuckled nervously. "I believe I've fallen in love."

"Oh!" You gasped. You set down your fork, losing your appetite quickly. "So who's the lucky lady? Do I know her?" You asked, taking a sip of water trying to look casual.

"Yes you do," He replied, smirking. "She's very beautiful and talented. She's kind and helpful to everyone. And most importantly she-"

BZZT BZZT

"Uh, sorry," you said, looking at your ringing phone. "I should take this. It's Steve." Loki looked upset but nodded. "Hello?"

"Y/N? We've got a problem. Is Loki with you?"

"Uh, yeah, he is. Cap, what's wrong?" Loki got up and moved closer to listen in on the conversation.

"We just got intel on a new Hydra base. This one's different though. They have too many defensive procedures in place for us to just attack. We need someone on the inside. That's where you and Loki come in."

"You're sending us to work undercover in a base?!" You screeched.

"Yes, pack a few things and be on the helicarrier in an hour. I'll finish briefing you then."

Working on the inside was, of course, much harder than you'd expected. Thankfully no one here knew you from your actual Hydra days so that made it easier. You just hadn't expected being separated from Loki for so long. Especially after your interrupted conversation, you wanted to talk to him again. Steve assured you, though, it would be a quick mission and you could get back to your normal life within a few weeks.

~ 6 Months Later ~

"You have exactly 2 minutes to get out before this whole place blows, you got that?" Cap yelled through your comms. The mission had gotten complicated and had extended to 6 Months for you both. But now you and Loki had apparently collected enough info for Cap and the others to finally come and blow it all open. Although, none of you had expected a literal explosion. You grabbed the last of the information you needed and booked it out of there. Once you made it into the clearing where the others had regrouped, you looked around frantically as Cap took a head count. "Loki's not out yet!"

"What!" You exclaimed. "There's only 30 seconds!" Suddenly your comms crackled to life.

"Found...girl…trapped," Loki said. The static made it impossible to understand the sentence fully but you understood what he meant.

"Loki! Get out!" Steve yelled.

"I'm going in," You said. Steve yelled to stop you but you were too quick. You teleported in and found the two, trying to shelter themselves in a corner. "Loki!"

"Y/N?" He exclaimed, turning to see you. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to rescue you, you idiot! Now hold on." You reached out and grabbed Loki's and the girl's hands and teleported out just as the building exploded. Cap immediately went to help the girl, leading her back to the helicarrier.

"So," Loki said, looking at your hand still gripping his. You impulsively gave him a hug, the thought that you could have lost him starting to sink in. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," You replied, pulling away quickly. "I just-"

"Loki! Y/N! C'mon!" Cap called out. You were interrupted once more but ran to the helicarrier and rode back home in silence. When you landed back at the tower, you rushed to your bedroom and flung yourself on the bed face first.

"I need a life," You groaned. You heard Loki calling out for you so you rushed into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower hoping that he would think you were in there and leave. Once you didn't hear him anymore you decided it actually was a good idea to take a shower so you adjusted the temperature and got in. A few minutes later you found yourself lost in the magical world of shower thoughts. Not wanting to get upset again, you decided on music. "FRIDAY, shuffle my library," You said.

"Right away," It replied. As you were dressing a few songs later, Unusual Way started playing and you thought back to the day you'd left for the mission. You sang along sadly, once again thinking of the man you loved who, apparently, loved someone else.

"You don't know what you do to me

Don't have a clue

You can't tell what it's like to be me

Looking at you"

You opened your door to go to the kitchen and Loki stumbled in. "Were you leaning on the door?"

"Maybe," He admitted, blushing. You stared at him, gesturing for him to explain. FRIDAY paused your music since you were talking and he glanced up at the ceiling. "I wanted to talk to you but I heard the shower start so I was going to leave but then I heard you singing and-"

"I don't like performing," You snapped, quite embarrassed that he'd heard you singing that song especially.

"But I want to hear you sing. Especially that song, you sing it so beautifully."

"How would you know? You heard me through a door," You scoffed. Pushing past him you walked out into the hallway, pulling your door shut behind you.

"Not six months ago I didn't." That stopped you in your tracks. Spinning around on your heel you marched back up to him.

"You heard me when?"

"In the conference room, the day we left for the mission. I'd gone to watch you practice and see if maybe you wanted to practice with me a little but Natasha said you'd left already. She told me where you were and that you didn't want to be disturbed but," He chuckled softly. "Has that ever stopped me?" You laughed and shook your head. "Well, I heard you singing and I decided to leave you be."

"Oh well, thanks I guess," You said, smiling softly, still embarrassed but not as mad anymore.

"May I ask, who were you singing to?"

"What do you mean?"

"When the song started you said 'this one's for you'. Who did you have in mind?"

"Oh," You said, surprised. You blushed brightly and shook your head. "Just someone I care for very much I suppose."

"You suppose?" He teased.

"Ok! I do care about him! Geez! You're as bad as Nat sometimes!" He laughed loudly and you could help but smile wider. You loved when he laughed like that, a real laugh that reached his eyes and filled the room. As you walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter together, you quickly remembered your conversation at lunch that day though and frowned. "Unfortunately I don't think he quite thinks of me the same way."

"Why's that?" He asked, brows furrowing.

"I am quite sure he has his eyes on another girl."

"Is it the Captain?"

"Oh goodness no!" You immediately replied. "No, definitely not." His eyes suddenly lost their joy and he seemed almost scared to ask his next question. He got up and went to the window, putting quite a bit of space between you.

"Is it my brother?" He asked quietly.

"No! No no no! Never!" You exclaimed. You actually shuddered at the mental image. Realizing what needed to be done you teleported yourself in front of him with your back to the window. He startled and jumped back quickly. You smirked and stepped closer. "I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not a fan of blond's."

"Perhaps Banner then?" He stammered, trying to come up with an idea. You could not believe how clueless he could be.

"What? Ew! No!" You pretended to gag. "I like someone more fun, more mischievous," You grinned.

"Misch-oh," He breathed, finally figuring it out. You looked away, feeling embarrassment set in again. "Well, Y/N, I-"

"Look, I know you were trying to tell me before we left that you're in love and I couldn't be happier for you and I wish you all the best but I just needed you to know, ok?" You cried.

"But Y/N! You don't-"

"I'm sorry," You said, trying to run past him to lock yourself up in your room.

"Not so fast," He said, grabbing your arm.

"Wha-" You were cut off by a pair of lips meeting yours. He quickly pulled away, grinning like mad.

"You don't know what I've been trying and wanting to tell you! The girl I love is you, Y/N! I love you!"

"Me?" You squeaked, smiling giddily. He nodded and you laughed. "I cannot believe it. We've been idiots haven't we?"

"Most certainly," He agreed. He gave you another quick kiss and looked in your eyes. "I think I've loved you since we met but you know when I fell in love with you?"

"When?"

"When you borrowed that grey sweater and never gave it back." You gasped, eyes widening in surprise.

"I didn't realize I never returned it!"

"Oh sure! You wear it all the time!"

"I do no-oh," You paused, thinking about your closet. "Maybe I do," You chuckled. "Well, I actually liked you from the first time I saw you."

"When I scared you coming off the elevator?"

"No, 2012," You whispered. Loki stared at you, quite surprised. "I knew what you were doing was wrong but," You sat down on the couch, having wandered into the living area. "Somehow I understood you."

"Y/N, I don't know what to say. I, well, I was a very different man then and-"

"And you were pretty," You deadpanned.

"Ah, so my irresistible charms strike again." You both laughed and he sat beside you. "Y/N, I think we've been fooling ourselves for far too long. Now, you love me, right?"

"Yes!" You said emphatically.

"And I love you, right?"

"I sure hope so!" He grinned and you wondered where this was going. He stood up and took your hand in his.

"Well then, I should wish to officially court you if that should please you and have your approval," He said, bowing slightly.

"I accept," You replied immediately. You stood up and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Loki, thank you."

"You're welcome, my love. But I hope you know what this means."

"What?" You asked, pulling away just in time to see his smirk.

"It means you're no longer allowed to hog the popcorn bowl on skate night!"

"No," You retorted. "It means that as your girlfriend I can now officially tell you to get your own!" He gasped, playing offended.

"Why! I'm wounded!" He cried, holding his hand over his heart.

"Does this help?" You teased, placing your hand there instead.

"No," He smirked. "But this might," He said, pulling you in for another kiss. "I will never tire of that."

"Nor I," You sighed contentedly. "But we must stop for now."

"Why?"

"It's skate night and I need to get the popcorn ready!"

"Go sit down," He smiled. "I'll get it ready."

"Aw! How sweet!" You squealed. "Alrighty then." You walked back to the couch as settled in. "Loki, dear?" You called out towards the kitchen.

"Yes, darling?"

"Remember, 2 bowls!"

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Training Session [Peter Parker]

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pairing - peter parker x fem!stark’s daughter!reader

type - fluff

note - hope you enjoy! also idk ANYTHING about martial arts or combat fighting so lol dont take i wrote too seriously

summary - peter finds out mr. stark has a daughter and you two are put together for a training session.

warnings - lil suggestive

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*gif isnt mine*

“How do you like it?” Sam asked.

You turned to the mirror, eyes wide and mouth agape, admiring your new suit.

“This is awesome!” You squealed.

Sam, Tony, and Nat had deisgned a new suit for you. After your last battle, your suit had been torn to shreds. It had been months since you were able to go out in the field and you’d be anxious to fight crime. Now that you had your new suit, you were now able to fight crime.

You were named Fox. You were sly, witty, and and charming. Not just in your moves, but your personality, too. You had been working alongside your dad, Iron Man, for 7 years. You were 10 when you started, obviously too young to actually be fighting, but you were his right hand woman at all times. You helped him with his suit, team, and plans on how to deal with missions.

Your suit was a dark orange body suit, much like Nat’s. You had fingerless gloves, black combat boots, and an orange mask that went around your eyes. You had a black stripe down your suit’s back, much like a fox’s. You also had a utility belt with a grapling hook, taser, and pepper spray — you could never be too careful in the city. You and Tony tried hard to keep your identity safe, especially since you were still in high school.

“Do you think we need to add anything?” Tony asked.

“Can I get rockets on the bottoms on my shoes like you?” You asked.

Tony chuckled, “We’d have to change the whole material of your suit, cupcake. You don’t like metal, remember?”

You grumbled, “Yeah, yeah. Well, I love it! Thank you guys so much.” You turned to them with a big smile.

“No problem, babe,” Nat smiled. “You have training with me today at five.”

You nodded, “Noted.”

“There will be someone else joining you in trianing today,” Tony said.

“Who? Is it Bucky?” You asked. “No, he’s new,” Tony said.

“Wow, that gives me a lot. Who is it?” You pressed. 

“You’ll see. He’s actually pretty good for just starting out,” Sam smirked. 

You sighed, knowing they were gonna make it a surprise. 

“Well, I can’t wait!” You faked enthusiasm. You didn’t like surprises. 

You went off and up to your room, changing out of your suit and into running shorts and a t-shirt. You decided to take a nap before your training.

You woke up 2 hours later, still as exhausted as before. You filled up your water bottle before going into the gym. You saw Nat and a brunette boy. He wasn’t too much taller and by the back of his head, he didn’t look too much older.

“Hey, Nat,” you greeted as you walked in and set your water bottle near the mat. 

“Hey, Y/n! This is our new recruit, Peter Parker. You probably know him as Spider-Man,” Nat smiled. Peter turned around and his eyes widened. 

His heart started to race and his face turned red as he looked over you. Your eyes were bright and lively, your smile being the most gorgeous smile he’d ever seen. Your skin flawless and you had no makeup on, but you still looked beautiful. 

“Hi,” you smiled. “I’m Y/n Stark,” you held out your hand. 

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a squeak. Nat and you chuckled at his shock. 

“H-hi. I’m Parker. No, Pe-Peter,” he stuttered and shook your hand. 

“Not used to meeting important people, huh?” You smirked. 

“Ye-yeah, but also pretty people,” he blurted. His face turned a darker shade of red and he slapped his mad over his mouth. 

The action made Nat giggle and his words made flustered as well.

“Thank you, Peter,” you said shyly and looked down at your shoes. 

“Ready to get to work, love birds?” Nat teased. 

You rolled your eyes and nodded. You took a long sip of water.

“We are gonna start on the treadmill, do some weights, and I’m gonna teach you some combat moves,” Nat instructed. 

You and Peter nodded and got up on the treadmills. 

“One mile today. Remember to pace yourself. If you get tired, don’t be afraid to slow down a little,” Nat said. 

You started the treadmill at 3.5 so you can warm up for a few minutes before running. You took a small sip of your water as you sped-walked. You looked over and saw Peter already running his mile. Your brows cocked upwards as you saw him running at 6.0 speed.

You worked your way up to 6.0 speed, finishing your mile in 6 minutes. Peter, however, finished 3 minutes after you. 

“I said pace yourself, kid,” Nat said. 

Peter blushed again and nodded. 

“Next time, follow Y/n’s lead. She paces herself nicely,” Nat said while you took a drink of water. 

“Thanks, Nat. I have been doing this for a long time,” you smiled. 

“How long? Are you a superhero?” Peter asked. 

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I’ve been helping my dad since I was 10. I’ve been a superhero for 3 years.”

“What’s your superhero name?” Peter asked. 

“Fox.”

“Oh, my God! Really? I-I am such a big fan. You were what actually inspired me to become Spider-Man. I think it’s so cool how you save people and fight off bad guys without any superpowers,” Peter gushed. 

“Thank you, Pete,” you giggled at his excitement. 

“You’re welcome. Wow, this is so cool. I am working with Fox, Iron Man, Black Widow,” Peter smiled. 

“You’re lucky, kid,” Nat smiled and patted his back. “Okay, why don’t you all stretch. Peter, have you ever benched before?” 

Peter shook his head while stretching his hamstrings. 

“Okay, we’ll start you out with 45 pounds. If that’s too light, we’ll bump it up to 50,” Nat said and put the weights on the bar. “Y/n, what do you wanna do today?”

“Uh, I’ll do a leg and glute day today. My arms need a break,” you said. 

“Rock and roll, then. I’ll spot you, Parker,” Nat said. Peter went to bench press while you went to the kickback machine. 

You and Peter worked in weights for about an hour. You did a variety of workouts while Peter mainly focused on how to use each machine and which would be most beneficial for him. 

“Okay. Grab a drink, use the bathroom, whatever you need before we do some fighting,” Nat said. 

You both went to do your things before you were going to fight. You came back in the gym, stretching your arms while walking in.

“Ready to work, Pete?” You asked the boy and patted his back. He nodded and choked on his water when he looked up at you

You changed our of your shorts and t-shirt to black biker shorts and a grey sports bra. The biker shorts hugged your body perfectly and the top of your breats showed, making Peter stare.

You noticed and smirked. “My eyes are up here, kid.”

His eyes immediately shot up and his face blushed for what seemed like the 100th time today.

“I am so sorry. I just don’t see girls in bras, like, ever. In gym class we all wear t-shirts, which makes sense. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I swear I’m not a prevert or anything, you just look really uh... nice? I—”

Nat and you turned to each other, amusement played on your faces. You turned back to the rambling boy.

“It’s okay, Peter. I get it, boobs are nice to look at. Especially when you’re a hormonal, almost always horny, teenage boy,” you teased.

“I’m not horny!” He claimed, embarrassing himself more.

“Don’t worry, I never assumed you were. I was just speaking generally,” you smiled.

“Oh,” he said and he looked down sheepishly.

“No worries. Now, let’s get goin’,” you said.

Peter nodded and followed you to the mat. 

“So, we are going to practice some basic moves. Y/n, I know you already know them, but there is nothing wrong with reviewing,” Nat said. 

You both nodded, waiting for further instruction.

“So, the first one is simple, yet very dangerous. It’s also fairly easy, in my opinion. It’s called the rear neck choke,” Nat said. “Peter, you’re gonna stand behind Y/n and put your arm around her neck.”

Peter nodded and awkwardly stood behind you. Your butt brushed against his crotch, making him cough awkwardly. He put his arm around your neck. The skin-to-skin contact made your heart flutter. You cleared your throat, too, breathing deeply to try and slow your heart rate.

“Good. Now, you basically just squeeze until the person passes out. Y/n, why don’t you demenstrate the next move,” Nat said.

You smiled and took ahold of Peter’s arm. You then crouched down and pulled him over your head. You flipped him over on the mat.

“Ow,” he whined as he fell. He looked up at you and couldn’t help but smile. You stood tall, hands on your hips and a smile on your face.

“Now, Peter, what you can do when she does that is hook your legs on her ankles and pull so she looses balance. You then can reach for her ankle and throw her across the room. But, we arent going to do that. What you can do, though, is do the ankle bit I told you. Then you can pin her down,” Nat explained.

Peter looked at you two hesitantly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s all right. You won’t hurt me that bad, I promise.”

Peter nodded and did as he was told. He hooked his feet over your ankle and jerked you so your feet gave out beneth you. He then got up quickly to pin you down, but you were quicker.

You rolled over and pinned him down instead. Your left hand held his wrists above his head while your right held down his shoulder. Your legs went around his waist and squeezed slightly to make sure he wouldn’t move. Your head leaned down to his, a triumphant smile resting on your lips.

“W-wha-” Peter was at a loss for words. Not just because you beat him, but how close you two were.

He breathed in deeply, catching a whiff of your scent. You smelled like cherries and vanilla. Your skin was smooth, clear, and glowing from the sheer film of sweat on your face. You looked like an angel to him, nonetheless.

“And that is why you gotta be faster, Parker. But you’ll learn in time. You’re already pretty good on the field by yourself,” Nat said.

Peter nodded. You got up off of him and helped him up.

“Wanna try that again? I promise I won’t do that again,” you suggested.

“Sure,” Peter nodded and laid back on the mat.

He hooked onto your ankle again. As you promised, you let him pin you down. You watched the way he moved. He was swift and fast. The way his muscles flexed when he grabbed your wrist made your stomach flip.

He got on top of you, pinning both your wrists like you did to him. His free hand went to the side of your face, helping him support himself so he wouldn’t be laying directly on top of you.

Your heart rate quickened once more and you felt like it was hard to breathe. A few strands of his hair were hanging down from his head and he had sweat glistening on his forehead. His honey-brown eyes was something you found yourself getting lost in quickly. He was so handsome.

“Uh... Y/n?” Peter muttered, catching your attention.

You blinked rapidly and looked away in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he gave you a friendly smile and got off of you.

“Okay, water break. You two practice those few moves a few more times,” Nat said.

You got up and took a big sip of your water bottle. You then got back to training with Peter. He was a fast learner and almost every time pinned you down. You, however, were slightly faster.

Each time you got on top of him, Peter couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. He’d never been this close to a girl before.

Thirty minutes later and the session was over.

“Good job, you two. Next time we’ll get into more moves involving punching and such. See you later, kiddos,” Nat smiled at you two. She left the gym and you turned to Peter.

“It was nice meeting you, Pete. Maybe we can hang out outside of training?” You suggested.

Peter’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly.

“Y-yeah. I’d like that.”

“Great. Give me your number next time. See you, Spidey,” you waved and left the gym.

Peter jumped up and down. He couldn’t wait to tell Ned.

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[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 2 | " TEA IS SPILLED "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.8k

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In a family of four, the grand manor is typically too massive of a place to frolic about considering the children are, now more than ever, entering the wobbly world of adulthood. Lady Park isn't at all saddened, not even the slightest, of the lack of silly beings bouncing around the halls. Her three blissful children are more than enough to fulfill the abundance needed to fill up these wide walls of comfort.

With wild banters resonating from the top floors to the angry cries of frustration and bullets being fired in the grassy yard, boisterous laughters even in the parlour and magnificent tunes from the pianoforte in the lobby, who would've thought the widowed lady only has three creatures in the solace of her household?

But of course, despite the few kiddos giddily leaping around and about the toughly cemented abode, the house never once lacked a single servant happily offering their services to the ever most humble aristocratic family. They rather consider it as the greatest honor to have even worked in this clan as they, amongst the fewer fews, have exuded nothing but kindness, generosity, and upholding of such exquisite manners despite their highly-acclaimed titles and places in Northumberland’s high-class society.

It’d be a blessing to be affiliated with the three children and whoever be so lucky to earn such fortune is very favored in life indeed. One would say they and the Yang family have always been the highly influential clans even of late and who wouldn't dare say? The two rich families have been one of the greatest friends of the city. Even their children could almost pass as siblings due to the tight-knit bond they shared over the years. Kindred spirits, I dare say.

This season will duly prepare the fine and charming jewel of the family, Lady Y/n, as the debutante’s ball is coming up briefly. A day well spent in the modiste is a woman's dainty bliss as the perfectly sewn dress is finally ready for appealing suitors and the royalty herself, the Queen.

“You look nothing more than gorgeous, sister. Madame Fleur has outdone herself again with another splendid piece.” Jay, the eldest of the family, pinches the silky fabric while gently pulling it upwards to gain better access to the dress’ features.

“Thank you, Jay. Although I admit, the measurements in the waist are a bit funny.”

“I wouldn't doubt that. It is Mother’s liking to keep your corset tight and deadly.” The eldest rubs his chin in contemplation. “Rest assured if you need any assistance in loosening that wretched piece of torture, Niki and I will be of help at the ball.”

“Again, brother, thank you. And speaking of help, where's Niki? He was supposed to help me with my waltz today.”

"I have no idea. Last I saw him he was with Daniel. Shouldn't he be home by now?"

Without any warning, the youngest comes dashing into the parlour like a carefree prince who just had the best slumber of his life.

“I’m right here. Forgive me, dear sister, for my unannounced absence in today's dance practice. I shall have you know, the Duke’s son sent us an invitation this morning. One that Daniel and I,” the two eldest eye him suspiciously, awaiting a usual remark whenever the topic is about the marquess. “refused to reject… surprisingly.” Niki clicks his tongue before proceeding to join his siblings on the cushioned couch.

“Shocker. Tell me, brother, was your day positively horrific?” Jay sarcastically huffed. “Oh, you don't have the slightest idea.” The two boys joined together for a rather boisterous laugh that made the only lass cross her arms as she sits between the two brothers.

“How’s life treating Park?” Jay questions. “Oh, you know. The usual. Living in luxury as well as wasting it away. He seemed more ashen lately.” Niki downs a glass of water that was resting on the coffee table.

After a few more barbs and laughs against the Duke’s only son, Y/n decides to butt in as time’s a wastin. “Apologies for the intrusion, but it’s necessary for me to rehearse for the dances I might have in two days' time, unlike you two who are accustomed to sweeping girls off the dance floor. Come, Niki, before mother sees me to bed.”

In the middle of an exhausting rehearsal with his sister, Niki sits down on the edge of Y/n’s bed with both hands leaning on the mattress. “You could've asked Jay.” he mutters under his breath.

It's not that the boy was complaining to teach waltz, it was more of trying to keep himself away from social interactions for the time being as he felt the need to mope again after a long while.

“True, I could have. But I haven't seen you wandering about the house today. Except this morning when I was awakened by your harsh firing in the garden.” Y/n looks over her shoulders to give a playful glare at the nearly knackered, blonde-haired lad. “How was your day, Riki?”

“Don’t call me that.” He hisses.

“Must I remind you that I was the one who wiped your tushy when you were a tiny bum and I also-”

“Oh you must, mustn't you?” Niki throws his hands in the air in vexation. But his sister could only smile at him in a manner that he couldn't argue any further. “Fine. We did fencing today, with the Duke’s trophy of a son.”

“You know, I never understood your hatred towards that man. I envy Jay, honestly. He gets to listen to your burdens about the marquess and console you."

“Soon, sister. The story’s very… profound.” Niki lazily plops his body back on the fluffy mattress with both hands at the back of his head.

“You mean the feelings behind that story?”

“You're too keen on unearthing this from me, aren't you? You clever bean.” Niki smirks at his sister’s antics.

“Anything to have my little brother confess. I am your most favorite sibling after all, am I not?” Y/n intertwines her fingers with her brother’s and seals it with a comforting kiss right on his thumb.

“Whatever it is, no matter how inexpressible or profound it may be...”

“Thank you, Y/n. I’m going to miss these melodramatic moments with you.” The lass scoffs at Niki’s almost sweet words. “It's not like I’m guaranteed marriage this season.”

“Oh but mother will do anything to try and get you married. That's guaranteed right there. Although Jay will be meddling at most in choosing a husband who's fit enough for you. But whoever that lucky chap may be, as long as he makes you happy, he already has my blessing.”

“Do you think Jungwon will ask someone's hand this season?” Y/n joins her brother on the bed as they both stare at the ceiling in deep ponder. Niki gulps at the very sudden question from his sister, but he shrugs it away as he recalls a distant memory of her and Jungwon frequently fighting over twigs and branches when they were nothing but ten.

“Jay can only answer that for you. Why don’t you ask Sunoo? He never misses an opportunity to spill details about his brother to you.”

“But that would be too much, wouldn't it?” Y/n sighs in exhaustion. “I can never get that man to look in my direction.”

“He’d be damned to even try to, especially when Jay’s around. He may be his best pal but Jay has always been very protective about you.”

“Whoever’s the pretty lady to be asked by Jungwon will definitely be the luckiest girl, I bet.”

The boy has all the means to help his sister as he is deeply affiliated with Jungwon’s brother, Daniel. But Niki could only look at her in pity thinking of all the years Y/n has set her heart on the oblivious boy next door, only the latter seems to care less in bearing the lady’s genuine sentiments.

"Yang Jungwon!" A stern voice from a woman in her fifties resonates throughout the lad's powder room.

"Mother." He monotonously mumbled.

"Did I hear it correctly? You're not to dance with anyone at the ball?" With two hands on her waist, the young lord could almost see his mother's vein popping out on her wrinkled forehead.

"I suppose brother spilled the tea, huh? And yes, mother, you heard it correctly."

"Madness! If it weren't for Sunoo's knowledge of this I wouldn't have known. God knows what's going on inside of that brain of yours!"

"Mother, I am not fond of-"

"Nonsense! Not even the daughter of our dearest friend, Lady Park?"

"Most especially not her." Jungwon mutters under his breath.

"Do you even hear the absurdity of your words?"

"Certainly, I do, mother."

"Oh god, oh dear. You're giving me a headache right now." She rubs her temple in utter anxiety followed by a frustrated exhale. Lady Yang fumbles the surface of her dress until she got a handful of its fabric, gripping it upwards to free her steps from the hindrances while turning back from her son to leave him be. Until the eldest shows up from his supposedly brief reading schedule in the pantry.

“Ah! There you are. Talk some sense into your brother will you, dear? I might collapse if I bother to argue even more about his foolishness.” And Lady Yang leaves the two swiftly before they can even utter a word.

“What is it that you've done to mother now?” Sunoo, the eldest, walks slumpily towards Jungwon’s side while half-slamming the book on the marble counter.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” Jungwon side-eye him with a sneer.

“She was interrogating me with her unconquerable motherly vexes if you must know. Sincerely, brother, I'm not one to lie. Though, I did try my best.” The younger boy could only scoff at the sassy rebuttal from his brother.

“You could've tried harder. Or maybe, you could've just silenced yourself. Marvelous idea, isn't it?”

“Or maybe, you can put on a little effort to satisfy mother’s hopes even for one night. Brilliant, isn't it?”

Jungwon hisses as he unbotton his puff sleeves one by one with Sunoo looking at him in an almost scorn, pitying his brother for being a complete idiot, not to mention a coward too.

“I’m not a coward if that's what you're thinking. Let’s hear it, what would you have me do, brother?” The younger one looks at his brother’s reflection through the mirror like a brazen knight ready to be thrown into war. With both hands resting on the shiny countertop, he bites his bottom lip with a foreseeable answer in mind.

Sunoo taps the boy’s shoulder before heading to the door to leave him in his fickling decisions.

“Lady Y/n Park. Two dances, brother, then you can pray to spend the rest of your nights in peace.”

Jungwon gulps down followed by a deep sigh the moment Sunoo left the room, like an exhale he’s been trying to hold underwater for over a minute.

He could only hope that those two dances will be the last of it, or he could kiss his peaceful nights goodbye… forever.

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[sjbuchananbarnes]

The one Steve found out

Steve rogers x reader 

W.c: 2.8k 

The one where she finds out

-

“No more,Nat.” You whined laying with your arms open, panting on the blue mats of the gym. Work out with Black Widow for fun my ass you though, she was one tough lady.  

“C’mon five more pulls ups and I’ll flash you.” She joked, patting your leg.

“Don’t tease me.” You went along and got up to do your last pull ups. As you were to busy doing your pull ups you heard the loud voices of Bucky and Sam booing in the gym, silently Steve and Sharon followed.

“ Damn Y/n, keeping it tight!” Sam whistled as he made his way to the redhead and you.

“Your welcome.” Nat pointed her finger at you.

“Please, sweet cakes over here has only me to thank, I actually helped her build muscle.” Bucky threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

“Yeah and he doesn't bribe me by telling me he’ll show his tits.” You chuckled at your friend.

“What?” Sam whipped his head to Nat who just shrugged her shoulders.

“Never mind, why are you working out with me, when you can have her?” Bucky jokes.

“Quick Y/n, don’t look!” Sam pointed behind you, to the corner were Steve and Sharon were currently kissing, Steve had both his arms at the side of her hips with her back against the wall.

“What?” You turned around to see the lovely couple. “Sam, I don’t care. I have a date tonight.”

“What, with who?” Bucky looked down at you.

“Some guy named Luca.” You shrugged. “Wanda set me up with him.”

“What about Steve and Sharon?” Sam questioned.

“Oh you mean where i've been jealous the past three month, yeah I decided to let that go.” You threw the group a very obvious smile. “Hell he could throw her through the damn walls for all I care.” You grumbled.

“Yeah plus Wanda said he was smokin’ hot.” Nat nodded her head eagerly.

“Ooh who’s smokin’ hot?” Sharon asked as they made their way into the group.

“Her date.”

“Date?” Steve asked, even though he was sharon he was still mad, ‘selfish’ he though.

“Yeah, don’t want to be single for the rest of my life.”  

“Great..great.” Steve threw you a small smiled.

After an awkward amount of silence you decided to finally speak up, “Well I’m going to go shower, bye.” Turning around to walk out , Nat called you out.

“Hold up, girl, I’m going too.” She jogged over to you.” You okay?” Whispering so no one herd.

“I’m fine, Nat.”

-

“Alright how do I look.” You gave them a spin, deciding on an emerald green off the shoulder dress that stop right above the knee, hugging you tight on all the right places, and a pair of black suede strappy heels.

Bucky and Tony let out a whistle, “Damn, you sure you have to go on a date with that jackass tonight. Why don’t you cancel and we could go out.” Bucky threw you a wink.

You let out a chuckle and leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek “Always, such a gentlemen, Buck.”

“I try.” He gave you a cheeky smile.

“I’ll be back later.” You turned to leave.

“Well if the date goes well, hopefully you won't.” Tony spoke up from his spot, holding his healthy two month old baby girl, Morgan, in his arms.

“Cross your fingers.” You crossed your fingers and raised them up over your head, with your back to them.

“Good luck.” Wanda and Nat yelled, and Steve shifted in his seat.

After you left the group continued to talk but Stve couldn’t keep his head in the conversation.

“So how well do we know this Luca?” Steve questioned as he crossed his arms against his chest.

“Well enough.” Wanda replied and moved her attention to the tv once again.

“But like how well, what if he does something to her?” He continued.

“Steve she could literally kill that guy with a spoon, two hundred diffrent types of way may I add.” Sam assured.

“Yeah we helped her.” Nat nodded her head, like a proud parent.

-

“Y/N?” You were pulled out of trace by a deep voice and set your red wine down.

“Luca?” Getting up from your seat at the bar and took a couple of steps towards him, wow he looks like a baby Thor. He was well over six feet tall he had a beard going on, blue eyes, and light brown hair, very broad shoulders, clearly works out.    

“Wow, your even more gorgeous than what Wanda made you out to be.” He extended his hand and gave you a friendly kiss on the cheek.

“Oh please.” You jokeling scoffed.”I think her words for you were ‘smoking hot’ witch I do have to agree.” You giggled as you made your way to the table thanks to the waiter.

It was going well, for the first half, then things start to simmer down, there was a long awkward silences, stiff conversion and what you decided to do when a date starts to go bad , and your in too deep, you drink!

“You want to know something stupid my friend is doin like really really stupid, getting a cat with someone that you’ve being only dating for three months.”  You took another sip of your long island iced tea, Luca just started at you not knowing what to say. “Hey! Do you have any idea how long cats live for?”

“Maybe 15-16 years.” He mumbled as he played with his food on the plate, he saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but wonder if it was anything deeper. “Say is this person more than just a friend,maybe an ex boyfriend?”

“He wishes.” You snorted.

-

“How do you think her date is going?” Wanda asked as she had Nat seated between her legs, braiding her hair.

“I think it’s going great, I mean she hasn’t called for us to bail her out.” Nat shrugged and kept her eyes closed.

A very tense Steve still sat on the couch waiting for you to come home from the date, his phone no were to be seen.

-

“I mean it’s a cat.” You continued, smiling at the waitress who poured you another glass of wine. “He doesn't even like cats, he’s a dog person! You don’t have to be a genius to figure that out! Why can’t they get a pet… I don’t know, fly!”

“Alright any dessert?” The blonde gave the two of you a smile, man did she feel sorry for this dude.

“No.” Lucas quickly answered, he cleared his throat,”Just the check please.” He flashed his perfectly straight teeth at her.

“Oh no, you’re not having any fun now are you?”

“No, no I am. Only because i've been playing Jurassic Park in my head.” He nodded.

“ Look at me.” You mumbled “I’m on a date with a really great guy, hell you even look like Thor, and all I think about is thoes stupid blue eyes and that cat and his little girlfreind.” You whined. “I just want to get over it you know.” You leaned on your palm.

Luca let out a sighed but continued, “Listen I just got over a really long relationship and something that helped me was closure.

“Closure!” You gasped.” That’s what I need. God your brilliant, how did I not think of that. “ You slapped your forehead,”Now how do I get that?.”

“Well there isn’t one specfic way to get that, just whatever it takes for you to finally  say I’m over you.” Man this dude was awesome, you though.

“I’m over you.” You repeated” That’s what it is, now you don’t think I could also borrow your phone?”

He stared at you he can’t believe this is his first official date since his break up, maybe he should stay single.

Without saying another word he leaned back in his chair and watched the show unfold, you quickly grabbed his phone and started to dial the number you memorised by heart by now.

“Voice mail, great! Just waiting for the beep” You told your date, how he wanted to be in his bed right now he thought.

“Great.” He nodded.

“Steve, hey it’s me Y/N.” You giggled. “I just wanted to call and say that everything is fine, I’m really happy for you and your cat, and I even came up with a name, avocado! And I’m thinking of names, so obviously I am over you, I am over you, and that my friends is what they call closure!”  You chucked back your phone into the purse.

-

“So nice of you take me home.” You giggled into the man's chest. “I’m sorry it was such a crap show.”

“It’s okay.” He stood next you waiting for Nat to come and get you from the reception room so you wouldn't wander alone into the tower. “Some people are meant to be together, but I would like to be your friend tough, you seem very interesting.” He let out a chuckle, maybe he gain a friendship out of this he thought.

You let out a gasp, “Yes the team will love you, and I’m like 100% your one of Thor’s long lost brother, you know since his dad could never keep track of his children and all.”

“Right.” His laugh boomed through the quiet room.

“Fun date?” Nat walked in, a nice white plush robe covering her body.

“Interesting is more of the right word I would say.” He helped her to the elevator. “Bye.” He gave a final wave.

“Bye Thor!”  

-

A balck coffee and an aspirin laid  in front of you.

“How has Tony not invented a cure for a hangover already?” You laid you face on the cool marble counter, Nat and Wanda let out a chuckle.

“You’ll live.” The brunette patted your back and walked out of the kitchen.

“We want details on the date in an hour.” Nat followed her actions.

After a couple more minutes of silence Steve walked in.

“Y/n, how was the date?” He tried to ask casually, like if he didn’t care, as he poured a cup of coffee.

“Well, there was a restaurant and there was definitely alcohol.” You leaned on your palm and stared at his every move. ‘Damn that shirt for begin to tight’  hell sometimes you though he did that on purpose just so he show off.

“Sorry about that, hey have you seen my phone I lost track of it yesterday.”  He took a sip of his coffee as he leaned on the opposite side of the bar.

“No I haven't, sorry. You want me to call it?” You raised your phone.

“That would be great,doll.” He threw you his award winning smile. You grabbed the phone and went to your recently called.

“Hmp, that’s weird. It says I called you last night, but I don’t remember that.”

“Butt dial?”

“Maybe.” There was a silence until you hear the phone ring in the kitchen.

“Found it.” Steve stood up straight. “It was in one of the pots, Sam and Bucky must have put it there.” He chuckled and looked at his notifications.“I got a voicemail from you.”

“Steve are you sure we didn’t speak last night?” You asked, man you were sure you did.

“No after you left I knocked out on the couch, didn’t hear a thing.”

“Mmh, that’s weird.” You started to walk of the kitchen when you came right back in, to face to face with Steve’s phone to his ear. “Steve put down the phone.”

“Avocado?”

“Oh my god.” You mumbled “Steve, no!” You jumped over the counter in one swift movement your legs wrapped around his tiny waist “Give me the phone, give me the phone!” You tried to yank the phone away. “Give me the..!”You finally got it out of his grip, the phone went flying to the other side of the kitchen, broken to say the least.

There was a silence in the room, only your panting begin heard.That was until Steve spoke up.

“Your over me?”

“Oh god.” You slid of his back and rested your head on his back for second

“Wha? You're… You're over me? Over… me ? When were you under me?” Steve was having a really hard time understanding what was happening.

“Oh god..” You mumbled into your hands as you sat on the kitchen counter.

“Y/n, what? What’s going on? Please.” He begged.

“Well, basically for the longest time, I’ve had the feeling, for you.” You mumbled looking at your hands, not daring to look at Steve.  

“You’ve.. Had feelings for me?”

“yeah so what, you’ve had feelings for me first!”

“Whoa, you know I had , I had, you know?” He couldn’t for a sentence.

“Yeah Bucky told me.”

“Bucky, when?”

“The night you left to DC, to be with sharon.”

“Y/n that was four months ago!” He ran his long fingers through his hair.”Oh god Sharon.” He had completely forgotten about her. Steve paced around the kitchen, mumbling things you didn’t quite get to hear. “And now what, now what? Your just over me?” He stopped right in front of you, his deep blue eyes staring right at you.

“Are you over me?”

But before he could answer you were interrupted by a cell phone ring, his cell phone.

“That’s Sharon.”

“Steve?”

“Hey Sharon.” He picked up the phone completely ignoring you.” Yeah, alright I’ll be right down.” He hung up the phone.

“Wait your leaving?” You hopped off the counter, man you really though he would stay.

“Well I mean, I have to, she’s waiting down stairs, she’s got a cab, she’s my girlfriend, I have to go. “

“Okay.”

“Cat.”

“What?”

“Were going to go get the cat.” Steve stated and he walked out.

“Your getting the cat.” You sighed going to meet up with your friends.

-

“I didn’t get the cat.” Steve barged into the gym room, startling you were the only one there.

“Oh that’s… that’s interesting.”

“No, no It’s not okay? Not at all, 100% not okay.”

“Okay, I get it Steve.”

“No, no you never had the right to tell me you had feelings for me!”  His chest was rising and yours was mimicking his.

“What?” You snarled,” You don’t get to tell me what I can and I can’t so Steven, this isn’t 1930.”

“I was doing great with Sharon, before I found out.”

“Well I was doing a hell of a lot better as well Steve. You think it’s easy for me? To see you have her against every fucken wall of this tower.” You voice cracked, there was a sting on your throat and nose.

“Well you should have said something before I asked her out!”

“I didn’t know then, this isn’t like regular relationship, you know we have to put in work before our feelings, what if I told you and you didn't feel the same! How come you never said anything to me?” You jabbed your finger into his chest.

“There was never a good time.”

“Right, in the whole ten years of knowing each other there was never time, we only hung out every day!”  

“Not..not every day..” His voice was much quieter this time.”Plus there was always someone around.”

“Hey there was only ever three guys in ten years, and what is your point in this?”

“The point is that I don’t need this right now. It’s too late, I’m with somebody else, I’m happy, this ship has sailed!”

“What, your just going to push these feelings away?” There was hot tears running down your face “Or whatever the fuck you felt?”

“I’ve been putting them away for ten years, I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.”

“All right you go ahead and you do that!” You pointed towards the door,”You go do that, Steve, I don’t need your stupid ship.”

“Alright.” He slammed the door shut one again.

You turned back around and with all your strength you flung the punched off the punching bag into the ground a pile of sand quickly forming next to it.

Your chest rising and falling quickly you looked at the bag and wiped away your tears you turned away to see Steve standing at the door, staring you down. You froze in place, before he started to march his way to you, before you knew it he was in front of you, both staring into eachothers eyes before you threw yourself onto teacher, your lips met, his lips so soft, they fit so perfectly.  Your hands wandering all over her hair, neck, and cheeks, his lips were so soft .You didn’t want to let another go.

[thepaperpanda]

Venom To The Rescue || Venom x Reader + Avengers

Summary: Venom has saved the world even if he didn't give a shit about it.

Warnings: none

Words: 2486

Requests: @ihavealwayslovedcass

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: One bite per day keeps Thanos away :D ~Cass

Eddie had enough of sitting in the office as much as you so he decided it was time for a camping. Both of you took a few days off, packed all stuff that were needed and headed to the camping spot.

It was a nice summer night. Eddie was sitting in front of the fire, frying some marshmallows on his stick. "You will love it, V. They are just as good as chocolate. Sweetheart! You are done in this tent? We... I mean.. I miss you here," Eddie said looking over his shoulder.

"Minute! I just need a minute! I can't find my hairbrush! Did you pack it as I asked?!," you screamed out of tent.

Venom formed himself from Eddie's back and laid his chin on man's shoulder sniffing viciously. "It doesn't smell nice. You burnt them, Ed. If you think we're gonna eat some burnt marshmallows, you're fucking mistaken, we tell ya."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "You said the same thing five minutes ago, Y/N, your hairbrush should be in my backpack!" Then he looked annoyed at Venom and shook his head. Eddie took a new stick and impaled two marshmallows on it, he put it in Venom's mouth. "Here, make your own, Master Chef."

Venom formed a hand and shifted it more into campfire, without complaining this time.

"I've found it!" After a moment you joined them sitting onto Eddie's lap. "Oh, V! You do it by yourself!"

Venom narrowed his eyes. "He made us do this."

"Well, he had no other choice. He didn't like mine so he has to do it by himself," Eddie giggled and looked at you. "Come here sweetheart, I want to cuddle with you."

As soon as you joined Eddie, he wrapped one arm around you and pulled you closer. "I love this camping already, even Venom won't destroy my mood. Just me and you," Eddie purred and nuzzled to your hair. "Hey, how about a walk?"

You brushed his cheeks and cupped his face to place a passionate kiss to his lips. But when you two were kissing, something slick and cold sneaked between your faces. It was no one else but Venom. "And we. We all are Venom!," he stated proudly and gave a lick to you and to Eddie.

Eddie blinked, growling annoyed. He already started to mentally count to ten to calm down.Eddie let out a deep sigh. "Y/N? So what with our walk, shall we?," he asked getting up and offering you his hand.

You grabbed his palm smiling. "Sure. We can get a round."

Venom growled quietly and hid himself.

"I swear, if you will be calm for this walk I will buy you a box o chocolate bars," Eddied said mentally to Venom and quickly pulled you with him.

The night was warm and calm, you two walked slowly. "This place is nice, right?," Eddie smiled at you.

Your arm was wrapped around his waist. "Yes. I like it. It's nice here, away from the civilization. It's nice to be here, to clear mind, breathe with fresh, clean air," you whispered.

Eddie nodded. "No work, no problems, just me, you... and Venom,” he laughed softly and pulled you closer to himself. "I needed something like this."

You two walked for a few more minutes simply enjoying your time together. Talking and joking was enough until you pulled Eddie's attention away from the chat.

"Hmmm? Did you hear that?," you asked carefully stopping within a step. "I bet I heard something. In the brushes. Nearby."

Venom formed himself once again and his eyes narrowed. "There, footprints," he pointed his formed hand in east direction. "Check it, Ed... Maybe it's something to eat..."

Eddie let out a loud sigh and stroked his hair, looking at Venom, then at you.  "I don't know, these can be footsteps of some tourists. I mean, this place is popular." Eddie though few minutes."What do you think, Y/N?"

"I think... We should go back to tent... I don't like it," you said squeezing Eddie's hand.

But Venom had opposite idea. He covered Eddie's body and smirked viciously at you. "C'mon, pussy. We're gonna check it. We smell a meal. And we're hungry, fucking hungry." After these words Venom grabbed your hand and pulled you right behind him, straight into the bushes.

Eddie used his whole will straight to fight Venom back this time. He hated when this was happening, Venom was always taking over his body without even little warning.

When Venom let go of Eddie's body, you and he stood in front of a big human-like creature with purple skin.

Eddie slowly pulled you behind him.

You trembled and squeezed man's palm strongly. "Let's go back, Eddie... I don't like it..."

The mystery person or creature was no one else than Thanos himself. He turned to you and Eddie."Humans! Bow to your new ruler before I will liberate you from your biggest problem!"

Eddie blinked completely scared. It was talking and apparently, it was talking to him. "V.... one of your buddies?," he asked.

Venom formed the head next to Eddie's. "No, pal. We don't know this purple turd."

You pulled man's hand trying to run away. "Eddie," you whispered.

"Ey, motherfucker, who are ya?," Venom tilted his head narrowing his white eyes.

Eddie hushed you and pulled you behind his back, at last he had Venom to protect you and him.

Thanos looked at Venom with a frown."I am..."

His words were interrupted by another voice.

"Yea, yea! You are Thanos and you came to get stones and destroy us but you know what big, purple buddy? Not today."

It was Iron Man, Tony Stark himself in the company of Avenger's Quinjet.

"Are you okay, kids?," Iron Man asked before landing on the ground, other Avengers joined him soon.

Venom's eyes got wider as he tilted head from left to right few times. He poked Eddie's cheek. "Who they?," he asked. "You know 'em? Are they your stupid colleagues from work that we don't know about, huh?"

You nuzzled to Eddie's back panting in horror. The entire situation was too complicated for you to handle. It had to be a calm camping, for fuck's sake!

"Don't worry, we'll handle it," strong voice said. It was no one else but Captain America himself. He got out of the Quinjet, Black Widow and Thor followed him. "Tony," he nodded at Iron Man and then moved the glance of his steel blue eyes on you, Eddie and Venom, frowning a bit as he spotted the symbiote.

Venom poked Eddie's cheek. "Say something, mr reporter. Protect us. These are strangers. The blond one looks appetizing though..."

Eddie shook his head. "I don't know them personally but they are Avengers. Heroes are here. We are safe and Venom, you won't eat Captain America," he frowned looking at symbiote.

Tony nodded. "Hey there, I see that American ass and the crew joined us so we can start."

Thanos laughed deeply. "You!? What are you gonna do? Beat me to death with this pathetic freesbie? I will destroy you all."

"Yeah, you wish this, big purple mister…," Tony wasn't able to finish his sentence.

Venom observed the entire scene carefully. He turned his formed head to look at Thanos. He was stending only few feets from him. Well, Eddie once said "you can eat bad guys". And if we cannot eat that tasty booty of Captain America... We're gonna do a quick check, he thought to himself frowning. Symbiote glared back at Thanos, measuring him from the bottom to the top.

Bad guy look - check.

Has bad intentions - check.

Looks like a thing possible to eat, namely a plum - check.

Threatened Eddie, Y/N, ans these people dressed like for the masquerade - check.

Hunger - DOUBLE CHECK.

Before anyone could react, Venom overtook Eddie's body, took a large step towards Thanos and simply ate his head off, decapitating Mad Titan within blink of an eye.

"OH MY FUCKING SHIT JESUS CHRIST!," Tony yelled took completely off guard, even his helmet opened to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Others were just as shocked as Tony was.

At this point Eddie was fully happy that Venom took control without warning, at last, he was sure that the love of his life was safe from... Whoever or whatever it was.

"LANGUAGE, STARK," Captain snapped angrily looking at Venom in disbelief. "Did you just... What the hell!"

Venom smiled widely. "We're Venom. And we were hungry. You look tasty, too. Especially that butt of yours, so juicy. But wait. I need that purple lungs and liver, I bet they'll be more tasty than his purple head. It didn't taste like plum."

"Language, Rogers!," Tonny yelled using Steve's voice. "Exactly, WHAT THE HELL?! IT WAS OUR JOB!,” he said.

Natasha listened to Venom and shook her head. "I am getting sick, I go back to Quinjet,” she said and turned around to leave. Others followed her, leaving Cap and Iron Man alone with you and Venom.

"See? Even... this thing says you have a nice ass," Tony said looking at Steve.

Steve blushed and made a mad grimace whilst looking at Tony.

Venom was eating Thanos' body, part after part, swallowing flesh like a starving lion that hunted a prey. "We aren't a thing, dumbass, we're Venom," symbiote reminded with mouth full of flesh. After a while he hid himself leaving Eddie kneeling next to dead corpse of Mad Titan.

You watched the scene and fainted with gasp escaping your parted lips. Steve rushed to you to support you from falling onto dusty ground.

Eddie groaned and shook his head. "Oh my God.. I'm gonna be sick," he looked at the corpse and quickly moved away. "What happened?"

"What happened is that I just filled my armor with my breakfast. WHAT THE HELL and don't even try, Rogers!," Tony warned before finishing, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Eddie smiled softly and got up from the ground."Uhm... Well, some time ago I caughed this parasite and it kinda takes over my life," he shrugged and quickly moved to you. "Y/N? Sweetheart, it's okay now."

Steve was holding you into his strong arms, his blonde bangs fell onto his forehead. "She's fine, it was... A bit too much for everyone, pal," he explained carefully handling you to Brock. "The parasite you say? You do realize that this parasite has just killed Earth's greatest threat?," Steve gazed at Tony with helpless grimace. "I think this thing has just gotten our work done," he shrugged.

Venom formed his head next to Eddie's smiling widely. "Oh, hi there, America's greatest ass. You look tastier from such a short distance."

Tony rubbed his face. "Yea... I think so, Cap, let's just go before he eats you too. I think I need to go and take a nap. The sleep deprivation isn't good for me. Thanks for the help... whoever you are."

Eddie looked at Venom and smile, holding you close. "I need to say this was a good job, V, for once a good job," he petted Venom's head before picking you up in bridal style. "Well, I think we should go back to camp, but I have question. Can I, Captain?"

Steve nodded hesitantly, he took a step backward to avoid the possibility of being eaten by Venom who was petted by Eddie but still glared at him with tongue licking his fangs.

"Well, if you and the whole team are here already, could you give me an interview? I am a reporter." Eddie smiled.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Reporter with head-eating parasite and I though that God of Thunders is weird,” he commented.

Venom turned his head towards Stark. "Hey, sardine in the can? If ya have problem with Eddie, ya have a problem with us. We'll be your nightmare. Eddie, you ran blood tests lately and you had a low level of iron. We can eat this metal turd to keep your iron level at norm, what do you think?"

"We don't eat avengers, V." Eddie said with a frown. "Remember? No eating good guys."

"Exactly! We are good guys, suck me, parasite," Tony barked. "Cap, please? Give a kid an autograph and let's go home."

"Well...," Steve put hand on Eddie's shoulder. "I think we owe you this at least. If you'll promise me that your strange friend won't eat any of us," Steve smirked at Brock.

Parasite immedietely moved his head to Steve hand. "Pet, pet?," he asked.

Steve, as carefully as it was possible petted symbiote's head. "Yeah, you did a... God job. And well, you saved the world and entire universe."

Venom smiled licking Eddie's cheek. "You see, Ed, and you try to tell us what our hunger sets you in trouble constantly. But as you see, the troubles were eaten off."

Eddie smiled and sighed. "Okay! sometimes you are useful." Eddie nodded and looked at Captain. "That would be great! I will contact you when I will be back at work, okay?"

Steve smiled at man. "No problem."

Meantime you opened your eyes. Venom noticed it and instinctively nuzzled to you whispering. "We had just gotten Eddie a new job, he'll interview that bootylicious blonde man."

"Hey, sleeping beauty,”  Eddie smiled at you and kissed your forehead. "Venom is right. The newspaper will have an exclusive interview with Captain America himself."

"Captain, Captain?," Venom moved head to Steve.

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Tell your iron pal that we keep our eye on him," Venom added.

Tony was pretty irritated at this point. "Yea, sure, whatever. See you in the tower, Cap,” he muttered and quickly left.

Eddie sighed. "I think all of us should head back home, it's late,” man said and looked at Venom and then back at you. "Who is tired?"

Steve greeted Brock and followed Tony to Quinjet.

Venom shook his head. "We're not but we'd like few of those marshmallows that have left in a pack. And you see, we came to this world on purpose. And this was it. We came to eat all of your and Y/N's problems. Additionally Earth's problems too. And you call us a parasite. You lack gratitude, pal."

"You can't always eat our problems, V,” Eddie sighed and looked at Venom. "But thank you and you will get all the marshmallows of the world."

Venom nuzzled to Eddie's neck. "Ya know. We love you, pal. Though your lungs smell good, we would never ever eat you. You're one of us. Till the end of the world. Or until you'll starve us to the point we won't be having other choice than to eat you."

"I love you too, V. Thank you," Eddie said and looked at you in his arms. "And we love Y/N too," he told you and kissed your forehead.

“So?,” Venom poked man's head. “Move your fat butt, Brock. We're still hungry.”

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I Shouldn’t But I Do

Chapter Nine: You Don’t Want To Do This

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Summary: Y/n is struggling to survive after being seperated from her group. When she meets Negan her life is changes forever, the question is if it was for the better.

Pairing: Negan x Y/n

Warnings: fluff, angst, violence, language

A few hours after Carson cleared you to leave, you were bored out of your mind. Carson put you on mental rest which meant no savior duties, no reading, no doing anything interesting, just sitting around trying not to think. Laying in bed, you stare out the window watching the occasional bird fly past. A knock on the door pulls your attention away from the widow “Come in.” The door swings open to reveal Negan “Hey how are you feeling,” he questions, quietly shutting the door behind him. 

“My head is pounding and it hurts to breathe but the pain meds that Carson gave me helps a lot. What’s worse is that I can’t do anything, stupid fucking mental rest.”

“Well at least it isn’t forever, why don’t you try to rest? It may help you feel better, I got some time if you want I can stay with you until you fall asleep.”

“Please,” you beg scooting over. Negan climbs in next to you, pulling you on to him so your head is resting on his chest. “What happened to Frankie,” you ask, trying to avoid sleep.

“She spent overnight in a cell to cool off and learn a lesson. I talked with her and warned her that if she does something even remotely similar to what she did yesterday the punishment will be way fucking worse. I thought about making her punishment worse but I should have known that they would be upset and one of them could have come after you.”

“Don’t say that Negan, you couldn’t have known that Frankie was going to attack me.” The sound of his heartbeat caused a wave of calmness to wash over you, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep to the soothing sound. 

The feeling of a cold metal object pressed against your temple wakes you up. Opening your eyes, you see Frankie standing over you with a sadistic grin on her face. Glancing out the window you only see the dark of night. “Oh good, you’re awake. I was starting to wonder if I was going to have to wake you up.”

“What are you doing in my room Frankie,” you question, not daring to move.

“What do you think I’m doing here, are you that stupid? What do you think someone with a gun to your head is doing in your room?”

“Think this through Frankie, you don’t want to do this. Killing me will only make things worse for you,” you try to reason.

“No, I'm sure I want to do this, I had plenty of time to think this over last night thanks to you. You’re the one who destroyed my life so if you’re gone my life will return to normal. No more of you seducing and manipulating Negan,” she fumes, pacing around the room. While she was ranting, you quietly knocked on the wall, hoping your neighbor would hear through the thin walls. 

“Frankie you need to listen to me killing me will not make your life go back to the way it was, it will just make it worse,” you plead. “If you kill me then Negan will kill you, you know the rules and how hard he punishes people who break the rules.”

“No he won’t do that, I know he won’t. If he didn’t still have feelings for me then Negan would have punished me longer for attacking you,” she growls, hitting you in the face with the butt of the gun causing your head to feel like someone was shooting off fireworks in your brain.

“Frankie you need to listen to me, he didn’t lessen the punishment because he still has feelings for you, he did it because he should have predicted and prevented,” you counter.

“No you’re a lying bitch, you manipulated Negan to get him to get rid of me just like you’re trying to do now,” Frankie yells, waving the gun at you. The two of you were so preoccupied with each other that neither of you noticed the door crack open a tiny bit. “Ready to die?” Frankie asks, cocking the gun and pointing it at you. Before she could pull the trigger the door bursts open and saviors flood your room, Negan leading the charge. You watch in shock two saviors wrestle the gun from Frankie and tackle her to the ground.

“Throw her in a cell and get Carson,” Negan bellows. The saviors nod and drag her out of the room while she struggles against them. “I’m so sorry, are you ok?” Negan questions, walking over to you. Negan gently reaches out and caresses your face. The touch causes the whole side of that face to explode in pain forcing you to flinch away. Negan quickly pulls his hand away, looking down at his hand you see that it has some of your blood on it. “What did she do to you?”

“She pistol whipped me once, other than that she mainly ranted and paced around the room,” you answer, laying back on your bed. “Negan you need to know that this isn’t your fault.”

“Yes it is Y/n, I should have known she was going to attack again and put a guard outside your door. This isn’t going to happen again, I promise. I want you to move into my room, it’ll be safer and I was planning on asking you anyway, though this isn’t how I planned on asking you.” Before you could respond Carson showed up, he quickly started examining you. 

“You’re going to need a couple stitches and the concussion has worsened. I’m going to need you to come back to my office with me,” Carson says after he finishes the examination. Nodding you quietly get up and follow him back to his office, Negan always a step behind you to make sure you don’t faint. 

“I need to go and deal with some stuff, will you be ok if I go?” Negan asks after Carson finished stitching up your forehead.

“I’ll be fine Negan, you go take care of what you need to do. Anyway I’ll probably pass out soon due to the strong drugs Carson gave me” you reassure him.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Negan gave you a kiss on the top of your head. Before he leaves the infirmary, Negan stops at the door and turns to Carson “Get me if anything changes.”

“Yes Sir,” the doctor quickly replies. With hearing the response, Negan is out the door heading to what you guess is the cells.

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Lost Bets and Breaking Sweats (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: Never bet against Natasha Romanoff unless you want to lose. R has some first-hand experience in this matter, now she has to suck it up and join the Black Widow in the gym. No, this is not as nsfw as the title may imply- get your mind out of the gutter. Soft. One shot. Some fluff.

Word count: 800 something

Warnings: None (?)

A/N: (18-6-19) HELLUR! What’s up, good to see you here. I am extremely sleep deprived and I can only hope that “this” below makes some sort of sense. Anyway, I’m in such a soft mood and that resulted in, well, this. Hope you like it! (and if you do it would be really cool if you left a like and all that jazz, love uuuuu)

Betting against your girlfriend, Natasha, never worked out well for you. No matter how sure you were of your case, she somehow always knew more than you did. That was one of the many things you loved about her, though. Her perceptiveness and people reading skills never failed her. This time around, you ended up arguing about whose “gaydar” was more, well, on point. Needless to say, Natasha won that round after seeing Carol “steal a kiss” (read made out with) from this girl at the bar during one of Tony’s infamous parties.

That’s how you ended up here, the last place on earth you’d want to be spending your time- the gym. If you won the bet, you guys would spend the day in; cuddling and watching sappy movies. If Natasha won the bet, she would take you training with her. The whole routine. All of it. Just the thought of it was enough to wear you out but here you were in workout gear, cursing at the never-ending stairs machine- or whatever the hell it’s called. It’s not that you weren’t fit, you did exercise from time to time, but Natasha her routine was simply not made for human beings, you decided.

You had been here for just about 10 minutes and you were absolutely floored already. The worst part was that you didn’t even get to appreciate your girlfriend in action- you were too busy simply trying to breathe. ‘You know this is only the warming up right, babe?’ Natasha her voice called out. Unable to form words you just glared at her, mentally cursing her for bringing you here and yourself for not seeing the obvious signs Carol had to be some sort of gay. Natasha just smirked at the sight. It’s not that she got a kick out of seeing you “suffer”, as you called it, she just knew that, though you wouldn’t admit it, your admiration for her was growing. She had been doing the same exercises you were doing and had yet to break a sweat.

It was another five minutes before you were, finally, released from this hellish piece of gym equipment. You were making your way over to the bench, where you had left your water and towel, when a hand gripped onto your arm. ‘Where are you going?’ The redhead asked you, raising her eyebrows. ‘A break?’ You answered questioningly. ‘That’s cute, Y/N, but all we’ve done so far is the warming up part.’ You sighed ‘I was NOT made for this, Nat’ giving her a pout. She stifled a laugh and slapped your butt playfully ‘Two minutes and then this’ gesturing to your sweaty form ‘better be ready for some weights.’

Way too soon for your liking, you were installed in some oddly shaped chair with a “thing” sticking in front of your legs that a sane person would use to lounge on. Instead, you were given the task to push your legs up to ‘shape your calves and rectus something’. After the 12th push, you had to squeeze your eyes shut because of the amount of effort it was costing you to lift the weight. ‘Come on, malyshka (baby), two more’ Natasha encouraged you, her voice filled with pride. You were her soft and cuddly girlfriend and seeing you so out of your comfort zone but persevering anyway made her heart swell. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting you to complete the workout, considering you had the knowledge that all you needed was a pout and peck on the lips to call it a day.

You got up, wobbling a little because of your previous exercise and looked at Natasha with wide eyes. Letting out a laugh at your expression she assured you that this, in fact, was normal. You weren’t quite convinced yet as your legs made you feel as though gravity had lost its grip on you, but you weren’t going to question your girlfriend. She held her arm out for you to take, which you thankfully took, hooking your arm into hers. ‘I’m so proud of you, Y/N.’ You leaned into her and giggled ‘I’m just really glad it’s over, Nat. Whatever that was, it broke me. I swear.’ ‘Would it help your broken little self if we watched a movie tonight?’ Natasha asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. Ignoring the sarcasm you just nodded ‘Yes, yes it would.’ ‘Ass’ Natasha replied, smiling. ‘The finest out there, I know.’ That smart reply earned you a poke in the sides, causing you to squeal. ‘Take a shower you stink.’ ‘So do you.’ ‘Touché.’

An hour later you were wrapped up in blankets and held close by a pair of strong arms- it was only after this workout that you had begun to understand how strong exactly. Sinking further into her embrace, you let your eyes flutter shut, feeling loved and cared for. ‘I love you, Nat.’ you mumbled before letting the sleep you had been fighting take over. ‘I love you, too, milaya (sweetheart).’ She replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead and letting you sleep for a bit, knowing she’d have to face your grumpy self later when waking you up to go to bed.  

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Giddy

I Think She Likes You:  A Black Widow Fanfic

Series Masterlist (and to see what’s going on with Bucky and Steve) Previous //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  3234

Warnings:  Very fluffy, brief mentions of past rape and trauma, smut (F|F thigh riding, oral sex)

Synopsis:  You and Natasha start dating and you are both completely head over heels giddy.

Giddy

She showed up at your place at exactly 12.30.  You’ve dressed in a grey wool dress with flowers embroidered on the skirt.  You were lacing up your knee-high boots when she knocks.  You hop to the door and she stands there, with her adorable crooked smile.  Her lips painted a dark red that highlights the color of her hair.  She’s wearing jeans and a red shirt both of which hug her figure.  A long black coat over the top.

“Hey,”  She says.  “You ready?”

“Just gotta do my boot up.”  You say.  “You look really nice.”

She laughs and it makes your heart skip a beat.  Damn it.  You have it really bad.  

“I’m wearing jeans.  You’re the one that dressed up.”  She teases.

You finish lacing your boot, gazing up at her.  “Well, you still look good in them. And don’t even pretend you don’t know it.”

Natasha laughs again.  “No, I know.  You look really great too.”

You get up and wrap a pale blue blue scarf around your neck, pull on a black wool coat that reaches past your knees and grab your handbag.  Natasha offers you her hand and you link your fingers with hers.  It feels both natural and incredibly exciting.

You walk together to the subway having no idea where she’s actually taking you.  When you board the V train you find some seats next to each other and you sit linking hands and when you talk you lean right into each other.  So close at some points that if you just dipped your head forward a little you’d be kissing.  The self-control it takes for you not to just do that.  You keep thinking about what she must taste like.  How soft her mouth must be.

“Can I ask you something?”  Natasha says after a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

“Of course.”  You smile.

“If Bucky had asked you out, would you have said yes?”  She asks.

You feel yourself blush and look down.  “I mean, I might have.   He was nice, but he wasn’t the one I was flirting with.”

Natasha smiles and pushes her hair behind her ear.

A guy starts lurching down the train in your direction.  Obviously already drunk, even though it’s not even midday.  “You girls wanna come back to my place?  I think you both could use a good thick dick.  Show you what you’re missing out on.”

Both you and Natasha turn your heads to face him.  You squirm uncomfortably in your seat and hope he moves on.  Natasha however stands and moves closer to him.  She moves, swaying her hips and making herself seem tiny.  “Oh, baby.  Really?”  She walks her fingers up his chest.  “That’s the offer me and my girlfriend have been waiting for.  You can watch us first of course.”

The guy leans in towards her and she grabs him by the back of the head and slams him into the pole standing in the middle of the row of seats.  He staggers back clutching his head.

“Learn some fucking manners.”  Natasha snaps.

The guy comes for her and she steps out of the way, then using his momentum throws him on his face on the ground.  A few of the other passengers in the carriage actually cheer her and you can clearly hear someone whisper ‘that’s Black Widow’ to the person sitting next to them.

Natasha sits back down next to you and you stare at her mouth open.

“Oh shit.  I’ve scared you haven’t I?”  She says, leaning back against the train window.

You take her hand in yours again.  “Uh, no.  The opposite is true.  I really, really want to kiss you right now.  It’s too soon though right? We haven’t even started the date part of the date.”

Natasha smiles and her eyes light up.  “I don’t think there are rules about when you’re allowed to have your first kiss.”  She leans in towards you and your lips are about to meet when the train starts to shudder to a halt and the driver announces that you’ve arrived at Rockefeller Center.  Natasha helps and drags you to your feet.  “This is our stop.  Come on.”

She drags you out of the train at a run and you step onto the platform laughing.  You both know the moment has passed, so you just continue walking out of the subway hand-in-hand.

“Where are we going?”  You ask, looking up at the buildings looming down over you.  The streets are covered in that slushy snow that’s slippery and difficult to walk on.  You and Natasha lean on each other a little to keep yourselves from falling on your butts.  Or more accurately you lean on her to stop yourself from falling on your butt and she pretends that it’s a mutual arrangement.

“There’s a place up here that does sandwiches and soups, but more importantly pastries as far as the eye can see.  I thought we could go there and then ice skating.”  Natasha says.  “Can you ice skate?”

“Yes.  Not well though.  I mostly don’t fall down.”  You look at her and scrunch your nose.  “You’re going to be good at it aren’t you?”

“I’m Russian.”  Is all the answer you get to that question, so you assume that means yes.

She pulls you into the bakery and you both shrug off your coats and approach the counter.  You each order soup, sandwiches, hot chocolates, and a really decadent dessert and find yourselves a booth to sit in.  You expect that Natasha will sit on the opposite side to you.  Instead, she slides in next to you and presses up against you, holding your hand.

“I feel silly, but I’m really excited that you said yes.  I have that giddy feeling people talk about.  I’m not sure I’ve ever had that before.  Normally when I date someone I pick someone from my group of friends who’s the right amount of damaged for me.”  She says, looking you right in the eye.  She doesn’t seem embarrassed or shy about that admission.  She’s genuinely just thrilled you’re there with her.  Just regular, nothing special, works at a coffee place, you.

“I’m really excited too.”  You reply.  “Does that mean you mostly date superheroes?”

Natasha laughs.  “I have dated one or two superheroes.  Lots of spies.  Mostly spies.”

“Aren’t I a little boring for you?”  You ask, genuinely worried.

Natasha curls a lock of your hair around her finger.  “Not boring.  Normal.  I could use normally.”  She leans close her breath tickling your ear.  “Plus you’re totally adorable.  You know that right?”

You smile at her and blush. “Thank you.”

The food is brought out and you eat and talk.  It’s surprising how easy it is to be around she is, considering she’s an Avenger.  The conversation just rolls from you.  She focuses most of the topics on you and your life and seems genuinely fascinated by your childhood.  When you ask her about her life, why she became a spy, why she doesn’t have a Russian accent she always answers. The answers can be flat out disturbing sometimes.  They’re always obviously painful.  So while you appreciate her honesty, you don’t press because you know some things need to come out in their own time.

After lunch, she takes you ice skating.  Where you’re wobbly and uncoordinated and she is graceful and beautiful.  You want to just sit and watch her, but she won’t let you.  She brought you here to have fun together.  So she drags you around the rink, never letting you fall.  The ice rink is where the first kiss happens.

She’s skating along backward pulling you with her when she bumps into the barrier and you fall right into her arms.  You have a feeling she did it intentionally but it doesn’t matter.  You still laugh, she still holds you and when she brushes your hair back from your face once you’ve steadied yourself, you still feel so warm and happy and you can feel her eyes on your lips, and yours are on hers anyway.  She leans into you and you bridge the distance and it’s just like they say in the movies.  Sparks and fireworks.  She tastes of sugar and ginger and her mouth is so soft but so certain.  Your breath catches and she feels so good and so right.  You let her lead.  It doesn’t even matter if you kissed too early into the first date by the unwritten code book about dating.  You never want to stop kissing her.

You do though.  Breaking apart breathless and laughing.  She looks down and smiles that adorable crooked smile.  When she looks at you again she tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.  “I think I’m going to fall for you really hard.”  She says.

“I think I might already be falling.”  You reply.

The date lasts until late, but you don’t take her inside or go back to her place.  It feels too early and she agrees.   So you date.  Each date is exciting and you feel like you’ve been taken along on one long adventure.   You got to the ‘Brooklyn Flea’ and buy vintage clothes.  She takes you up in the Quinjet and flies you to New Orleans and you explore some graveyards and listen to jazz.  You climb to the top of the Statue of Liberty and by the time you reach the crown you can feel every single one of the 354 steps but it doesn’t matter because you’re with her and she keeps her arm around your waist while you look out over the edge.

Natasha pays for the big things because being an Avenger pays a lot more than being a barista.  Hazard pay and all that.  She lets you pay for the little things because she knows how important it is to feel like you’re contributing and not being bought.  Somehow it works and you feel good and on equal footing, and you really just like her so much it makes your heart flutter.

Sometimes you go back to your place or sometimes you go to the Avengers Tower.  Her friends are so great and so nosey and so happy she is seeing someone.  You see Bucky with his boyfriend and you realize it’s Captain America.  Of course, it is Captain America.  They fit and they are in such deep love that you hope you will have that too, and you can see the possibility with Natasha that maybe she could be a deep love for you too.

But you wait.  You don’t want to rush things.

You do kiss, however.  She’s really good at it and sometimes you go to her room and just make out for hours.  Her hands in your hair and yours clutching at her back.  And you do grind on each other a bit.  Sometimes to the point where you can feel how turned on you each are. It seeps through your clothes. But your hands never stray south, and your mouths stay on each other's mouths or maybe sometimes your necks.

You also talk.  All the time. When you’re not kissing or just watching a movie, you’re talking.  She always answers your questions about her past.  No matter if the answers are scary or disturbing.  Like that time she tells you how they used to have her raped in the Red Room when they were turning her into an assassin and how they made her murder the girl she shared a room with just to teach her to never form bonds with people.  You ask her why she tells you these things because if it was you, you’d never want to talk about them or relive them.  It’s obvious even telling you hurts her to do.  She never became that monster they tried to make her.  Or maybe she did but then something changed.  In any case, she says she tells you because her life is lived in one series of lies.  She has to lie to everyone all the time and she doesn’t want to lie to you.  Not about anything ever.  So even though she has done these horrific things and had horrific things done to her, each new thing that she tells you, no matter how terrifying just makes you love her that little bit more.

Sometimes you think you must be too boring for her, but even though the thought sometimes enters your mind she never actually makes you feel that way.  She is always so excited to see you.  At least as excited as you are. She comes into work to see you every day.  Often with Bucky.  Sometimes Bucky and Steve.  But even though you see her every day and she watches you just make coffee over and over again, she always looks at you like you’re hanging the stars.

The night you visit a speakeasy you decide, if Natasha wants to, this is the night.  You’d dressed up.  She as a mobster and you her moll in a flapper dress and feathered headpiece.  She looks so ridiculously sexy in a pinstripe suit and fedora, her red hair flowing down her back.  Not to mention how much fun you have listening to jazz and pretending you’re in prohibition. You know it’s right.   This is the time.

Natasha seems to be on the same page.  Normally she takes you home after a late night and walks you to the door.  She’s more worried about you getting home safely that she is about herself.  It makes sense.  She can handle herself.  Tonight though, she has other plans.  You step out of the bar and she links her hand with yours.  

“Do you want to go back to the tower?  It’s only a few blocks.”  She asks.

You lean into her and kiss her cheek.  “I really want to go back to the tower.”

You walk slowly, sometimes you get a little worried about men who seem to lurk a little too close, but not really worried because Natasha could easily take care of them.  You’d just prefer it if she didn’t have to regardless of how hot it is when she does.  Luckily you’re only catcalled a couple of times and by men too drunk to actually do any more than that.

On the ride up in the elevator to the living quarters you and Natasha are all over each other.  Normally she’s the more dominant of you, but not this time.  First, it’s her as her hands go to your face and she presses you up against the mirror.  Then it’s you when you push her back and she lifts herself onto the railing and wraps her legs around your waist.  By the time the elevator reaches the floor, your lips are swollen and tingle and so does your pussy.

Bucky and Steve are up.  Watching a black and white movie.  Steve is reclined back on the couch and Bucky is curled up against him, his head resting in the crook of Steve’s arm.  They might be the cutest couple you’ve ever seen.  That is if you hadn’t just seen you and Natasha in the mirror in your matching costumes and your smeared lipstick.

They both look over to you as you enter.  “Evening, ladies.  Having a nice night?”  Bucky asks.

Natasha gives him a playful half smile.  “A very nice night indeed.  And how about you two fine gentlemen?”

“It’s been quite pleasant.  Thank you for asking.”  Bucky replies.

“I’m very pleased to hear it,”  Natasha says. “We shall be retiring for the night.  Don’t stay up too late.”  She takes your hand in hers and Bucky and Steve both chuckle.

“We won’t.  Don’t you do anything I wouldn’t do.”  Bucky adds.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, James.  Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You retreat into Natasha’s room and the passion from the elevator ignites immediately.  You kiss and clutch and claw at each other, shedding your clothes all over her bedroom floor.

You fall onto the bed together, kissing and letting your hands roam over each other's bodies.  The way her hands feel on you and the way she feels under yours is like heaven.  You want to explore every crevice on her body and you want her to explore you.

She rolls on top of you and moves her leg between yours and as you kiss and caress each other you rub your wet, aching cunts against each other's thighs.  Your fluids smearing onto each other's skin.  You moan and so does she.  Your hands travel to each other’s pussies almost as one, your move your fingers in tight circles around her clit, and she scissors yours rolling her thumb over the top of it.  You gasp and your hips grind against each other, increasing the slow build of heat that swirls in your belly.  Your juices mixing together.

Natasha pulls away from you suddenly and pushes you back onto the bed, moving between your legs.  She kisses her way up your thighs, and you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as she moves her way up your legs.  She spreads your folds and places an open mouth kiss over your labia, lapping her tongue over it and sucking as she pulls away.

She hums and looks up at you, her red lips glistening.  “You taste as good as I thought.”  She hums.

Your breath catches and you clutch at her.  “Nat, can we … at the same time?”

She smiles up at you and shifts around so she’s straddling your face.  You run your tongue once up her slit, letting the salty/sweet flavor of her arousal fill your senses.  She bends over you and you both start to lick and suck at each other.  As she flattens her tongue and laps up your crevice, you focus yours to a point and flick over her clit.  When she pushes her fingers inside you and spreads them creating a pleasant stretched feeling, you curl yours inside her to coax out an orgasm.

She comes first.  It makes you feel a little proud and you continue to lick and stroke her down from her orgasm as she drips over your face.  She jumps off you and moves her body over yours kissing you as you’re both pressed tightly together.  The flavor of her on your lips and the flavor of you on hers blends together.  You both hum as the heady concoction takes over your senses.  Her fingers return to your cunt and she works them within you like a woman on a mission.  Her thumb rolls over your clit as her fingers push into you, curl up and drag down again and again.  Expertly stroking your g-spot until you’re sitting right on the precipice of orgasm.

“Hey beautiful, you’re not going to come for me today?”  Natasha purrs.  She licks at the pulse point just below your ear.

Well, that does it.  You come.  Your core clenches and it shudders through your body.  You lie under her, her breasts pressed against yours.  She kisses you again.  It’s softer and slower and so loving.

“You’ll stay right?”   She asks, and she sounds like she’s worried that you won’t.

You smile at her and tuck a lock of her red hair behind her ear.  “Nat, I think you might be stuck with me.”

[hamitome--imagines]

Out Planned

George Washington x Reader

Hamiltime

Requested by anonymous

Request: Wondering if you could do a George.W x Reader. Like your last one, they're married & all, and she comes to the war camp. But this time, when there's a British ambush, they take her as leverage or something? Idk, I just really liked your George Washington Fanfic and would like an angsty Fanfic.

A/N: This draft was sitting mostly done for a while. There’s some angst in this, not terrible but it’s there. After all, I’m a sucker for a happy ending as you know. But here ya go! I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 4,948 ~~ You woke up with a slight yawn. You flung your arm back, and it hit the empty side of the bed behind you. You sat up, looked over, and sighed. Your husband was gone. Fighting the British. Leading the fight. You knew that but you still weren’t used to waking up alone. You stood and walked over to the window. You drew back the curtains and let out a pleased gasp of surprise.

Frost.

It was the first frost of the season. That meant that fighting would be at a standstill. You could go see your husband. It has been this way for the past two winters. The first frost would happen and you’d be on your way to your husband’s latest military base. George’s brother would come down to Mount Vernon and oversee the plantation in you and George’s absence. So you hurried to pack a bag so you’d be ready to go the minute your brother-in-law arrived.

A few days later he arrived. After a quick thank you, you were out the door and on a horse riding to George’s latest camp. It was a two day ride and you probably pushed your horse a bit harder than you should have, but you were excited to see your husband. You slowed your horse as you reached the camp grounds. You spotted a certain Frenchman sitting on a barrel, apparently waiting for you. He looked up as you slowed and he smiled.

He walked up and grabbed your reins to keep your horse still as you dismounted. “It’s great to see you once more mon amie.” He said and pulled you into a hug. “George will be pleased to see you. He has been grumpy lately as he waited for you to arrive.” He told you with a small smile. You got endless teasing from Lafayette and his friends. But it was worth it to see your husband. Plus these men made you smile with their teasing.

“Well good thing I’m here now.” You responded. “Where’s is he?” You asked. Lafayette pointed to the tent in the center of the camp. You thanked him and ran off. You slowed as you approached. You could hear muffled voices, your husband’s and Alexander’s.

“Did you get that draft done yet Hamilton? We need to send that petition to Congress soon.” You husband was saying.

“Almost. I’m trying to find that right words to really get something done this time.” Alexander argued his case.

“Hamilton.” Your husband groaned. “Just get it done and send it.”

“George. Don’t overwork the poor boy.” You chimed as you walked in. Alexander and George both looked up to you, beaming.

“Y/N!” Alexander said happily, pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back. As you pulled back, George was right there. He immediately wrapped you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and held him close. When you pulled back, you found that Alexander had left the tent. You didn’t have that long to take in the sight of the tent around you before George pulled you in for a heated kiss. He pulled back with a gasp.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered to you.

“I love you too.” You whispered back. He smiled and pulled you into another hug.

—

A few weeks later, you were sitting in George’s meeting tent.  He was writing, as was Alexander over at another desk. It was quiet besides the scratching of the quills against the paper they were writing on. You were lounging on a cot and merely letting the two men work.

You sat up when you heard noises, running and shouting. George looked up to the entrance to his tent. He grabbed his hat, put it on, then went to grab his musket. John came running in, gun in hand. “Sir! The British are attacking.” He informed.

“But…it’s the winter.” You stammered pathetically as you stood and walked over to George.

“It’s a first, but I’m not surprised they tried this.” Alexander grumbled and grabbed his musket.

“Boys, I need you to protect Y/N. Get her somewhere safe.” George ordered.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I need to stay here and help my men.” He said. It’s what you expected but you wished he hadn’t said that. “I need you to go with Hamilton and Laurens.” He told you. “Please. I need to know you’re safe.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he ducked out the tent. Your eyes stung with a few tears but you sniffed and faced the men with a, hopefully, brave face.

“Come on.” Alexander urged. He led you out of the tent, John followed behind. You slipped between tents, working your way out from the center of the camp. You heard the sounds of some fighting behind you but Alexander headed forward without glancing back at the scuffles. He glanced back to check you but not the fights.

You neared the end of the camp and went to duck into the tree line. Suddenly a pained grunt came from John. You spun and saw him drop as a British soldier lowering the butt of his gun from where it had been poised to hit John. John had crumpled down, hand held to his head.

The solider lowered his gun once more to John’s forehead. This time John blacked out. Three more soldiers had their guns trained on you and Alexander. You screamed as one fired their gun and hit Alexander in the leg. He let out a small scream of pain as he crumpled as well. “Grab her.” The man ordered.

One man came forward, grabbed your arms and held them behind your back. “Let me go!” You fought, struggling against the grip. Your struggles increased as you felt rope slip around your wrist.

“Leave her alone!” Alexander shouted. He raised his musket but one go the soldiers came forward and kicked the gun from his hands. Then his foot came down on Alexander’s face, successfully knocking him out. The men pulled you along, an overwhelming amount of red was surrounding you. You tried to stay calm as you knew George would save you.

After being dragged along, you struggling the whole time, you were brought in front of a general. It was only given away by the plethora of badges on his uniform. “Well, well, well.” He taunted. “I’d heard rumors that Washington had his harlot at camp over the winters. That must be you.”

You struggled against the rope and the man holding you. “There’s a difference between a wife and a harlot.” You spat out. “Though, I understand if it’s hard for you to tell the difference since your wife is probably one and the same. She must be screwing someone on the side to get any action.” You paused and eyed the man up and down with distain. “Well, any good action anyway.”

He growled and smacked a hand across your face. You let out a small yelp at the contact. The general smirked at your pain. You grit your teeth and glared back at the man. “Take her back to the camp. It won’t take long for Washington to figure out she’s missing. Let him panic for a bit before demanding he give up the camp he’s defending. Or he’ll be a widower. As for you.” He turned to look at you. “We’re gonna see what you know.” Then the soldier was pulling you off in a different direction.

—

George furrowed his brow as the British called a retreat. They had the upper hand, they could’ve taken the camp. It would’ve cost a lot of lives but they could’ve done it. George brushed it off and went to find his men and his wife. Concern filled him as he found two of his men, one with a bullet wound, and his wife missing. George called for a medic as they were merely on the edge of the camp. One came rushing forward and immediately began tending to Alexander. John began stirring as another medic came to check his head wound.

“Laurens, where is Y/N?” George asked almost as soon as John was sitting up.

“Please Sir, give Mr. Laurens a few minutes.” The medic suggested.

“No, it’s fine.” John waved off the medic. “We tried to watch after her. We got ambushed. Four men to us two.”

“So she’s gone?” George asked. John nodded hesitantly. George took a shaky breath. “Alive?”

“Last I saw, yes.” John answered.

“The two of you had better hope it stays that way.” George threatened before storming off. He paced back and forth in his tent. He flattened the grass beneath him with all his back and forth. There was little to no way to determine what camp they came from. Alexander poked his head in the tent.

“Sir?” His leg had a wrap and he had a rudimentary crutch under one arm. “I came to formally apologize.”

“It doesn’t do much to ensure we get my wife back safely does it?” George snapped.

“Sir, I understand you’re worried and rightfully pissed. But John and I tried. We really did. And I’m worried too. Insanely. We all care about Y/N and being angry with us doesn’t help her. So let’s work together to save her.” Alexander suggested.

George studied the young cadet. He did care about you. All of his men had grown fond of you. Alexander had hobbled his way here, bullet wound and crutch. His jaw was set in anger and dedication. “You’re right Hamilton. But you need rest. I’ll start looking into the attack.”

—

You ended up in a tent, alone and tied to a tent pole. Your arms were bound behind you and you were sat on the ground. The damp ground quickly soaked through the fabric of the gown you were wearing. You had an ache in you shoulders within hours. The winter made it unbearably cold and no one was going to make sure you were comfortably warm. A man came in, followed by the general and two others. “It’s cold.” You told them plainly.

“You realize we have no concern for your health, right?” The general asked.

“I realize you want to know what information I know. You won’t get anything from me if I’m dead of hypothermia.” You countered.

“Maybe not, but I realize that your husband would be distraught. That he’d be a poor general if that happened.” The general stated confidently. He walked closer and grabbed your chin to direct your attention to him. “And before you die, we’re gonna find out how much you know.” He let go of your face only to smack you across the face. You gasped as the sting really registered. The impact left your cheek stinging and slightly warm. But even that warm feeling left quickly in the cold winter air. You knew that a simple slap was nothing. It was going to be a long and painful time that you were held by the British. But no matter how hard it got, you wouldn’t say anything. You wouldn’t break and you wouldn’t give up. George would save you. You knew he would.

—

George sighed as he looked once more at the information gathered by a scout. The numbers from the report of the nearby British camp were sufficient enough for the size of the attack. Then again, so would every British camp around. They all had more than enough men. None of this information was enough. George needed to find you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t. He sighed and went back to looking over all of his information, charts and logs and maps. You were somewhere. He would find you. He wouldn’t give up no matter what.

—

The next weeks were a blur of interrogations and freezing nearly to death before they had pity on you and tossed a blanket over you. Either that or they were trying to prolong your suffering. Every now and then you got your hands freed to eat a piece or two of stale bread and some water, just enough to keep you alive. You were a little envious that they tossed the stale food to their prisoner, obviously having some to waste while your husband’s men starved.

You let out a grunt of pain as the general smacked you across the face once more. Another interrogation. You hadn’t told them anything but you were fairly certain that your nose was broken by now as well as one leg with one arm out of it’s socket. Still, you weren’t going to endanger your husband or his men. So you let the general do whatever he could think of to try and break you. It was him and another solider, as if the general needed back up for this.

Suddenly, a young soldier came running in. “Sir. There are Union troops approaching.” He said.

“Really?” The general asked with a laugh. “Well, this will be amusing. Let’s go wipe them out.” The general and the other man went to leave but he stopped in front of the young soldier. “Stay here. On the off chance someone makes it back here, shoot them.”

“Yes, Sir.” He said with a nod. You studied the man tasked with watching you. He was young, probably around 16. He gripped his musket a bit tighter than necessary, a trait that you noticed in the nervous soldiers who served under your husband. He was anxiously glancing toward the entrance of the tent every time there was a burst of multiple gun shots. He was scared. He was one of the young men who was enticed by promises by squires and the king. However, once they reached the battle grounds they were ill prepared and untrained and scared. You had to take a chance.

“Help me escape.” You said. He looked at you, almost expecting you to say something but surprised you had the courage to. “Look, I get it. Loyalty is admirable, believe me I know how much it means as a soldier, but do you really want to be loyal to your king. Look what he ordered his men, ordered you, to do to a women. I’m bound and starving and freezing all for information and an unfair advantage over the other side. Is that the kind of man you want to serve under?” You asked him.

“But…” He stuttered for an answer.

“And what about your men out there?” A sound of gun shots accented your question. “Are you married?” You doubted so but you had to ask.

“N-No. But I have a girlfriend.”

“And what lengths would you go to keep her safe? Because George will go that far and even further. He will stop at nothing to get me home safely. So how many men will die in this attack? And, if I’m not rescued, how many in the next? All for my life. All for a chess piece that had no real influence in this war. Please. Help me get safe. It’ll be better for everyone in the end.” You begged.

He let out a sigh. He reached for a knife he had strapped to his belt and came around to cut the ties. “Come on.” He instructed. He lifted your uninjured arm and hooked it around his shoulder. You leaned against him, one leg broken and your other arm out of it’s socket. You had dried blood on your face that had flowed from your nose.

The soldier slipped out the back of the tent and into a tree line. You headed toward the sound of bullets. You scanned out the trees for a blue coat instead of red. Someone you knew, anyone you knew. Slowly the red faded, you were leaving the ground that the British controlled. The soldier trudged on, through the gap that neither group claimed. Finally, you glimpsed blue coats in the distance. The soldier continued practically dragging you along. You knew you were practically dead weight, you were trying to limp along but any weight on your injured leg made you wince in pain.

You spotted a fluffy pony tail that had been seen in your own home multiple times. Of course he was here. Alexander and John would be too injured to fight and Hercules was stationed at his shop and couldn’t afford to be seen by soldiers. Lafayette, however, was in perfect health and would insist coming on the rescue attack. “Lafayette!” You shouted. The man in question immediately pivoted to face you, gun immediately trained on the soldier. “Don’t shoot!” You advised. The solder raised one hand in a show of defense, the other hand was still wrapped around you to keep you up.

Lafayette lowered his gun slightly but kept it at the ready in case the soldier turned. “I swear, I won’t do anything. I left my musket behind and theirs a knife on my belt, go ahead and grab it.” The soldier said with a nod down toward his knife was situated on his hip. Lafayette approached and held his musket up, the sword edge poised right at the poor kid’s heart. Lafayette reached forward to grab the knife. His slid in into his own belt. Then Lafayette turned to you.

“Mademoiselle are you alright?” He asked as he came closer to you.

You let out a chuckle. “Do you think I’m ok? I’m fairly certain my leg is broke as well as my nose. And I think my arm was dislocated.” You rattled off. You had seen enough of the men suffering from the same handicaps.

Lafayette glanced at the soldier holding you up. “Can we trust him?”

“I’m standing right here.” The soldier complained.

“He got me this far.” You said. “I trust him.” You said. Lafayette nodded and propped his musket up against a tree.

“Ok.” He scooped you up bridal style. You let out a small wince and it jostled your arm and your leg was moved. Lafayette let out a small shush. “Take the gun and cover me.” Lafayette instructed the soldier. “And don’t try anything stupide.” Lafayette warned.

“Course not.” The soldier said, yielding to a Union officer.

Lafayette rushed forward. “Monsieur Washington!” He shouted. You looked to see your husband firing his gun at the men across the opening. George looked over and his eyes widened.

“Retreat!” He called above the firing of guns. “Retreat!” He called once more. He rushed forward as the rest of the men rushed back. “Y/N!” He said in worry. He had almost reached you before he raised his gun to point at the soldier.

“No! No! Wait!” You urged. George paused. “He saved me. He’s the reason I was able to escape. I owe him my life.”

George studied the the young man. “Is that true?” George asked. The soldier nodded, a bit scared and honestly you couldn’t blame him. “Then I owe you my life as well.” George, like Lafayette had, rested his gun against a tree before taking you from his man. Lafayette picked up the gun without being asked. George went to head to the camp but paused. He turned back to the soldier. “If you want to keep your life, ditch the hat and coat.” The soldier scrambled to do what he was asked. George started walking, careful not to jostle you too much. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“No.” You mumbled. “My nose is broke and I’m pretty sure my leg is too. And I’m fairly positive my arm is dislocated.”

George glanced back at Lafayette. “As soon as we get back to camp send the medic to the fort.” Lafayette nodded. “Then have this soldier held somewhere, just for a time.” The other soldier nodded this time as well, as if expecting this. Then he looked back at you. “You’ll be alright, I promise.”

You gazed up at him. “I already feel much better, much safer, being back with you.” You said. You tried cuddling close against George’s chest as he walked. You finally made it to the camp. Lafayette and the other soldier went to retrieve the doctor. George walked to the only building on camp and carried you to the room you shared. He laid you in the bed before lighting a fire in the fireplace to help you warm up. George came up beside you and held one of your hands.

“Your hands feel like ice.” He commented.

“Well, I’ll be lucky if I don’t have pneumonia. They left me alone in a tent to freeze.” You muttered. “Or starve.”

“Then how did this happen?” George asked. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing you cheek which you were sure had been bruised a dark purple from all the repeated hits. He tiled your face up so that he could study your nose as well.

“They uh…interrogated me. But I didn’t tell them anything, George. I sw-” You were interrupted as George pressed his lips to yours.

“You could’ve told them everything and I wouldn’t have cared since you’re back home alive.” He said as he brushed hair from your face. He stood and grabbed a rag sitting in a bowl of water. He wiped under your nose to clean the blood up. He was gentle as if he was worried about breaking you. The medic came in as George was finishing up.

“Sir?” The medic asked. George stood to make room for the medic to come over and examine you.

“I think that my nose and leg are broken and my arm dislocated.” You rattled of yet again. The medic felt your shoulder, testing the joints.

“Yeah, that’s dislocated. This…uh, this is going to hurt.” He explained. George came up and sat on the bed next to you and grabbed your other hand. He squeezed it comfortingly.

“Just keep your eyes on me.” George said.

You did as he asked, looking way from the medic who was getting ready to relocate your shoulder. But you gave your husband a confused look. “You know that looking at you won’t take away the pain, r-” You stop talking to let out a shout of pain as the doctor forced your arm back into place. “Shit!” You exclaimed, forgetting about manners in your pain. You let go of George’s hand to cradle the arm, which only had lingering pain of being fixed.

“It won’t take away the pain but it will distract it from being worse.” George said and kissed the top of your head. “One down, two more to go. You’re doing great.” He soothed.

The doctor held you gently by the chin and studied your nose. “Well, you’re lucky.” The doctor said. “Are you still able to breath through your nose?” He asked.

You sniffed loudly for added effect. “Yep.” You answered. George chuckled. He was holding your hand and rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Then I don’t think we have much to do. It’s still straight and no problems breathing. No need to re-break it then. There will be some bruising but otherwise it should heal on it’s own. Through, even though it’s the winter, I’d advise against blowing it and if you need to wipe your nose then you need to do it gently. Otherwise it could cause problems with the healing. Now, let’s check your leg.”

You raised your gown high enough. You leg was bent at an awkward angle at the knee. You winced as you recalled a solider stomping down on your legs after a snarky comment from you. It wasn’t too askew but it was enough to tell something was wrong. The doctor tried moving it and you let out a pathetic noise of pain and gripped George’s hand tighter. George let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around you to hold you closer. His other hand came over to grab the hand he had just let go. “It’s alright. You’re ok.” George whispered comfortingly.

“Again, this may hurt.” The doctor said. He grabbed your lower leg before yanking it over so it was no longer slanted. You screamed in pain once more and burrowed closer to George. The medic splinted your leg before wrapping it in cloths that were stiffened to hold it still. You winced as the restraint kept it from moving back, keeping it in a straining and painful position. “There, now this splint and bedrest will help it heal. Anything else?” He asked.

“Well, I was left in the cold with only a little food. Any residual effects from that?” You asked.

“Well, you might have pneumonia. I’ll leave some medicine for that, as well as pain medicine. As for the lack of food, you’ll need to work up to normal portions again. Small amounts of food that also has nutrients is the best way to get back to health and back to eating normally again.”

“Thank you.” You told him. He nodded, put some pain medication on the dresser, and left. George climbed from the bed and went to grab the medicine.

“Do you want some pain medicine?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah.” He got some and brought you a glass of water. You took it gratefully. You swallowed all the water, having never gotten enough in the camp. George was merely staring at you, strangely quiet. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

He shook his head and smiled at you. “Nothing. You’re here, safe and sound.” He walked up and pressed a kiss to your lips. He walked over to his desk and sat down. You watched as he picked up his quill and went to write something. The quill froze before it even hit the paper and George let out a sigh. he dropped the quill back into the inkwell and and hung his head.

“What’s wrong?” You tried again. He said nothing. So you asked a different question. “How are Hamilton and Laurens?”

“Um…fine. Recovering.” He answered, knowing you deserved to know. “Laurens had a minor concussion. Hamilton of course also has a cast and a crutch. He avoided a concussion somehow.”

“That’s good.” You said. “Now…what’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing.” He tried again.

“George.” You warned. “If I were able to move, I would be over at that desk staring you down. But I can’t so get over here.” He came and sat beside you once more. “Now tell me what’s wrong.” You told your husband.

George looked at you and kissed you soundly before looking away from you. “It’s just…we got you back and your safe. But you’re hurt. I should’ve protected you but instead I sent you off with two soldiers. You got hurt. You got captured, hurt, froze, starved. I should’ve been the one to be with you and get you to safety. But I stayed back. It’s my fault.” He said.

You squeezed his hand. He looked back at you. You tugged on his hand to pull him closer so you could kiss him. He let out a surprised noise before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to hold you close and get better leverage to deepen the kiss. He pulled back when you both needed air. He leaned his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry.” He said. You kissed him softly once more.

“George, it’s not your fault.” You told him. “While here, you aren’t only my husband. You are a general first. I understand that. You need to protect your men.”

“No, I need to protect you first. You are my wife. You don’t even need to be here. You come because I ask you to.”

“No, George. I come because I love you and I miss you. But I know that while I’m here I’m not your first priority.” You told him. “Your men are.”

“You should always be my first priority.” He said instead.

“No.” You stopped him. “Your first priority is keeping your men alive and stopping the men who did this to me. As long as you keep this army standing, there is a chance that the men who did this will pay. And, George, if you’re leading the fight against them then they are going to lose.”

George cupped your cheek once more. His thumb lightly brushed over your bruised cheek. “But if I were more careful, then none of this would have happened.” He said, you could hear the hurt in his voice.

“George, I’ll heal. I’m alive and I’m back with you.” You reached up and pulled his hand from your cheek and threaded your fingers together. “If I didn’t feel safe with you, then I wouldn’t come here. I come here because I know that I’ll be ok as long as I’m with you. And I love you. Nothing will change that.”

“You realize I still feel bad about this.” He told you.

“Yes. But you’ll help me recover.” You said. “And once I fully recover, I’ll show just how much I forgive you and still love you. George, I don’t blame you for this.”

“How?”

“Because I know that you need to keep your men alive. You need to help and free us. And I know that you love me.”

“Well, that’s all true. And yet, I blame myself.” He said.

“Then make up for is by helping me get better.” You told him.

“I already planned to do that.” He said.

“See? I know you love me and will always look out for me. That’s why I love you.”

“And I love you too.” He kissed you soundly once more.

[embersofalily]

Avengers Endgame

With 10 years of story and film coming to an end, needless to say it was going to be epic.

Spoilers ahead.

Last Warning SPOILERS ahead!!

Ok, if you’re still reading, and haven’t seen Endgame, stop here.

All sorts of emotions happened during the film.

Be prepared to at least shed tears.

The start of the film was as expected with everyone in a devastation.

Little Kate being hinted as future Hawkeye (comics)! Or so I think. Mayo, wierd taste buds.

Clint’s family being dusted in the snap! I was expecting it from the trailers but it still made me feel dread and then pain for Client. The panic Jeremey Renner portrayed felt very real.

Some of my theories were off like how and who would be rescuing Tony and Nebula. Tony’s farewell message we saw in the trailer still made me feel for the character.

Heck yea to Ms. Marvel’s ( I can’t get use to Captain Marvel as her MCU name) appearance! I’d say I’m satisfied with her being their rescue.

Part of me wonders if Pepper or any of the Avengers staying at HQ we’re receiving the recordings.

It would have been moot since they rescued him, unless, the recordings were how they were able track where the Milano was drifting. If they were that deep in space, would explain why it took so long for Carol to find them. And enough time for Steve to finish shaving, haha.

It hurt to see Tony and Steve still not fully on the same side. I had forgotten momentarily, that, while they fought Thanos together, they were not fighting side by side. When Tony ripped his core out, it scared me out of concern.

That Lets Fight Thanos one more time to get the stones- plan could have been grief talking. With maybe Carol’s personality heh.

While having the stones destroyed in the current timeline was disheartening for the hearts, anyone who’s been theory crafting with the trailers probably expected Scott’s arrival and time travel.

5 years! I wasn’t expecting that amount of time to pass.

Scott’s actions of experiencing the after math was heartbreaking too; thank goodness Cassie wasn’t part of it. I wonder who was taking care of her those 5 years, perhaps Scott’s friends from Ant Man movie? Forgot their names...

Ooh, so it wasn’t Scott in the past like some were theorizing on the net, it was real time Scott ringing the front door.

Little Morgan was adorable! I wonder if her putting on that helmet means something for the future Marvel films? Or is that me looking too into it?

Time travel movie references HA. MCU time travel rules involves multiverse, like how the cartoons and comics have multiple Earths.

Ooh, Tony, you’re still an Avenger even if you want to protect the now (Pepper and Morgan).

Also, Tony should have pulled a “language!” at Morgan, bwahaha. “No, only Mommy can say that word. She coined it.” 

Wasn’t expecting Banner Hulk combo or his new found fame.

Time travel experiment was amusing since Banner wasn’t familiar enough with Quantum physics and Cap and Nat were concerned about Scott’s safety. Insert forced smile towards Scott and comedic time travel effects on Scott.

Tony and Steve make up! And aw, Tony gave Cap another Shield ~

New Asgard!

Oh gosh, I thought Thor with a beer belly was bad but Thor rambling, drunk?, about Aether and Jane. Rocket’s face and Hulk’s gesture said it all haha.

Time heist! Nice ring to it by the way.

Bwahah, Banner Hulk, Cap and Tony (2019) seeing Hulk (2014) smashing things and realizing the personality change. Insert fake punch car and weak throw bike, Bwahaha.

I knew the heist was going to have a hiccup somewhere, potentially more than once. Bruce talking to (2014) Ancient One and she realizes Strange had a plan! That was a sigh of relief there since it seemed like it was going to be full Nope not giving you the Time Stone - situation.

Cap 2019 getting in the elevator with 2014 SHIELD agents (hydra agents) was a nod off to Civil War!! I was prepared for the same beat down that happened in Civil War to happen again.

Cap 2019 meeting Cap 2014. “ I could do this all day” “oh I know you can. (Sigh)” was funny.

I’m assuming using the scepter on Cap 2014 erased the fact Cap 2019 told himself about Bucky being alive.

Pointing out Evans butt was amusing.

Tony 2019 getting hit by door+ annoyed by stairs Hulk (2014) had to hurt. Loki warped away with 2014 Teseract! That has to be something that’ll be touched on in future films, with how the Ancient One talking about branches of the timeline.

Tony meeting his dad and their interactions as fathers was sweet. And hey 1940s Jarvis!

Cap 2019 seeing Carter 2014 from another room was bittersweet.

Nat and Clint fighting each other to sacrifice for the Soul Stone was tense and then heartbreaking when Nat did sacrifice herself.

Nooooo I didn’t realize Nebula 2019 was connected to the system still in 2014 so Thanos got to see the future! Gamora 2014 def has some hint of switching side though.

When they all returned from their respective missions, their reactions finding out Nat sacrificed herself was saddening.

Execute plan to return the 50%! Was worried about damage to Banner Hulk’s body post Iron Man Gauntlet snap. Luckily it was only the arm and not full body and that his body could indeed take the toll.

Victory was short lived since Nebula 2014 brought Thanos, Order and army of 2014 to 2019 and oberlierated HQ.

So worried that when Nebula 2014 caught up to Clint that she’d kill him but luckily Nebula 2019 and Gamora 2014 caught up to Nebula 2014!

Surprised Nebula 2019 killing her 2014 self didn’t have any temporal backlash, but Marvel time travel meant it only caused a branch.

The 3 vs 1 fight between Cap, Tony and Thor vs Thanos!

Cap finally able to pick up and call Mlojnir!!!! Insert audience claps and cheers!

“I knew it!” -Thor

“On your left! “Insert audience cheer as all those who got snapped came back via Strange, Wong and other fellow mystical monks’ yellow portals.

Peter and Tony’s hug~ warm and fuzzy feels there :)

Carol just destroying the mother ship in her reentry to Earth. Oh yea~

The LaCucaracha car alarm ha! A nice comical break during the battle.

“Anyone see a brown van?”

The hot potatoing of the stones to try to bring it to the van.

All female hitters assisting Carol to the final goal, another heck yea~

Thanos’ headbutt to Carol doing nothing, mwahahaha, YES! 

Thanos destroying the van just as Carol was about to toss the stones in , nooooo!

Strange signaling Tony about the one chance.

Tony using the gauntlet to snap Thanos and his goons. Yes! But..!

Noooooooooooo! Peter’s and Pepper’s farewell to Tony was so sad! Tom Holland’s acting and voice really brought me to tears. It was a reversal of RDJ and Tom Holland’s scene in Infinity Wars. 

Tony’s recorded farewell was also sad to watch. Happy Hogan making his appearance to the funeral and interacting with Morgan was bittersweet.

I was surprised to see that boy from Iron Man 3 at his funeral but it was a good kind of surprise. I actually didn’t know who he was when I saw the scene but found out after I read an IGN article.

Cap’s choice to stay and live life naturally with Carter was sweet! I wonder if Bucky knew of Steve choice before Cap went back to return the stones to their natural place. It was a nice end to Cap’s story.

Sam gets his Shield!!! Nod off to comics Sam Wilson becoming next Cap!!

Thor going the Guardians and Valkyrie becoming next Ruler of Asgard were nice touches! I’m glad for Thor that he got to have a talk with his mother in 2014.

Clint reuniting with his family was nice especially since in the beginning it was so heartbreaking. I wonder if he’ll tell them about their Aunt Natasha though ):

Wonder what Banner Hulk’s future plans are? He’s pretty popular with the kids it seems, so it’s not like the Incredible Hulk where the Army was after him.

Young Avengers seems possible for future films. There was also news of a Black Widow movie, though I wonder if that’ll be a prequel type or another lady taking up the name???

Peter seems pretty learned with his powers, or at least the Iron Spider suit during the showdown. Well, I guess the suit is broken now and no one can repair it like Tony could ):

I wonder if Vision will return? If Shuri did indeed download all of his data, his body could be (or perhaps even is being??) remade and restored via Wakandan tech even. 

The metal clinks at the end of the credits made me wonder. Are they a nod to Tony Stark, for starting these 10 years? Or a hint of a future armor wearing hero? 

Now that Disney has bought Fox and X-Men back, I wonder what sort of stories will be coming up. I’m assuming with these hints of Young Avengers line up in Endgame, that they’ll be character movies in the future.

All in all, Endgame was a nearly definitive end to Phase 1, with only the questions of the branches to alternate Earths the Ancient One mentioned being questioned (Loki’s escape with Teseract 2014). The weaves of the story were pretty well done in my book, with nods off to past films in Endgame during the Time heist as well as closures for many of the original Avengers.

[peachyteabuck]

act of godhood

summary: after you refuse to tell both of them which is the better dom, they take matters into their own hands

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x Natasha romanoff, bucky barnes x reader (past sexual relationship implied), Natasha romanoff x reader (past sexual relationship implied)

words:  4223

trigger warnings: smut smut smuttiest smut, threesome (mff), oral (female receiving), face riding, straight up fucking (no condom because consequences don’t exist in fanfic), spanking, lots of swearing, mentions of past sexual encounters. 

PART TWO, ‘BITE OF FRUIT’

PART THREE, ‘ACROSS A MINEFIELD’

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You feel like caught prey. Cornered, hogtied, ready to be devoured. This was your own damn fault, you had no one else to blame.

Lying on the corner of Natasha Romanoff’s large bed, your legs are free to writhe and kick while your hands are bound above your head, effectively turning you into a captured dog with some illusion of freedom.

Your mouth isn’t gagged, but it is covered. Tony had been experimenting with a bunch of different masks for Bucky in different fabrics and colors, trying to make them even more high-tech than whatever Hydra originally provided him with, and at one point had mismeasured his face dimensions. That made one set of masks (about five or six, all exactly the same in their fatal flaw) too small, and therefore useless to the wide-jawed supersoldier.

Still, you found a use for it. Even in their inadequate size, they still silenced any sound that escaped your lips was absorbed into the fabric and easily expelled. This made for a great hide and seek cheat, and an even better sex toy.

Bucky stays on one side of the bed corners while Natasha stands at the end. Both are staring down at you, mouths watering, cock and pussy aching. All for you.

You mewl, a desperate attempt for physical contact. How did I end up here?

It’s a rhetorical question to your broader consciousness. You know the answer.

You had been dommed before, both by the Winter Soldier and Black Widow. Albeit, you never got your brains fucked out by both at the same time.

One day, due to a very unfortunate laundry day mishap, they had found out about your sexcapades with the opposite assassin. They confronted you in the large laundry room, the hum of the machines almost drowning out the sound of your heart beating wildly against your ear drums. Whether you were screwed in a good way or a bad way, you were still screwed.

Both demanded to know which was better, which brought you more pleasure, who would you choose if you had to? What about this kink? Did you perform this specific sex act with the other?

You felt like a guilty criminal, one not very good at keeping secrets. You feverishly tried to calm them both down, to stop the nerve-rattling line of questioning. “Neither of you is necessarily ‘better’ than-”

“Bullshit,” Natasha scoffed. She stood tall, full-on “fight me, I fucking dare you” mode. The last time you saw this was when your ass was about to get torn up with a riding crop while you suspending from her maroon ceiling, the time before that, when Steve decided to go off on his own during a mission without wearing an earpiece.

You continued despite their shared glares. “You’re both, each of you is completely different! I can’t compare you two!”

Then Bucky spoke, voice low and commanding. “What do you mean…different?”

You shrugged lightly, still holding the laundry basket that mostly held your clothes, but also had Bucky’s black boxers and Natasha’s black panties. Geez, what is it with hot, scary people and black underwear?

If only you had just given their underwear back to them, or made them pick it up, like a normal sub. But no, your never-ending hunger for praise and to be good just had to manifest itself into you being an unreasonably nice bottom. God, next time you were just keeping it like a trophy.

You shivered, them both still staring you down. You now understood why criminals confess so damn quickly when they’re the ones questioning. “Natasha likes me, like, totally immobile. She likes to give or take whatever she wants, when she wants it. No word from me. Buck, on the other hand, likes for me to be brattier...likes me to put up a fight...likes to praise me...lay it on thick…” Your voice got quieter as you continued, ability to stand up to them withering away with every inhale.

You thought she was about to snap at you, but instead she turned to Bucky.

“You’re a brat tamer?” She exclaimed loudly, and you flinched; she’s talking a little too loudly for a common area.

Bucky shrugged. It was less tense than yours, though. That one wasn’t defensive or scared, it was relaxed. “I like that feeling of success, let me live my life in peace. What, you don’t like a little chase? Don’t like the feeling of accomplishment when a mouthy little brat finally gives into you?”

Natasha huffed. “No, I don’t. I like to be in charge, that’s why I dom you idiot. Plain and simple. If I wanted someone to back talk me, I’d go talk to one of you petty boys about following orders, or not being little bitches when something goes wrong on missions, or…”

You snorted, and it reminded the two of them that you were, in fact, still there.

Natasha reacted first, because of course she did. “What was that, pet?”

You locked eyes with her, your whole body going cold. Oh fuck. You just fucked up big time.

“Nothing, mistress,” you whispered, voice tight. It’s a last-ditch effort to avoid trouble. The problem is, it most likely won’t do shit for your acting out of hand. Nor will it do shit for your ass, which has just recently healed of the deep purple-green bruises and bloody scratches that criss-crossed your back, butt, and lower thighs.

Bucky’s thick arms crossed across his expansive chest. “She calls you ‘mistress?’ I feel like you’d be more of a ‘mommy’ type of person, Romanoff.” Natasha didn’t turn back to face him as she responded. Instead, her eyes raked your body. God, you felt so fucking small.

“Doesn’t have the same…” she tilted her head, scanning you while she searched for the right word. “Feel.” Her long pause felt like centuries, eyes still locked onto you. “What does she call you?”

Bucky stepped closer, only adding to the feeling of helplessness. He traced your plump lower lip, pulling it from between your teeth. His soft touches were a sharp juxtaposition to Natasha’s stony looks.

“A few things,” he replied, watching you like a hawk. You still didn’t break eyes with Natasha. “But my absolute favorite is daddy…” He leaned in impossibly closer. You dropped the laundry basket, narrowly missing their toes.

Bucky smoothly kicked it away before speaking again. “Isn’t that right, baby? You love making Daddy happy, don’t you?”

You whimpered and nodded ferociously. Bucky then pushes his thumb past your lips, and you knew exactly what to do.

You begin to suck and he moaned and holy fucking shit you’ve never been so turned on in your entire life.

Natasha rolled her eyes again, grabbing Bucky’s shoulder. It breaks the spell your interaction had cast on the two of you.

“As usual, you’ve turned a cross-examination into some kind of porn shoot,” She backed you into the wall completely, the coldness causing you to gasp. You could feel her body heat on yours, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch, touch anything. Her soft belly, her scarred shoulders, her plump lips.

“Tell me, Printsessa,” her sultry voice sent shivers down your spine, even more so than the freezing cinderblock wall. “Tell me more about how Bucky boy over there and I treat you different.”

You gulped. Your voice tumbled out of your mouth like boulders down a steep hill: fast, uncontrolled, deadly. “You like to inflict pain, you like impact play, you like toys. So, so many toys...all Bucky does it lightly spank me when… when he’s taking me from behind...likes to hear me moan because of it...he likes to overstimulated me, you like to deny me until I...you both, both of you like it when you make me cry, love making me beg until tears stream down my pretty little face..”

Your hooded eyes flashed to Bucky, who was palming himself through his dark sweatpants. You barely had time to eye his thick cock before Natasha slapped the inside of your thigh, leggings doing nothing to absorb the blow.

She growled out into your ear, “I specifically told you to describe differences, pet. You want me to punish you until you can follow orders?”

You whimpered again, high-pitched moan never making it out of your throat.

Yes, you thought.

“No,” you replied.

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, fingers going to wrap around your throat. It was a warning, a shot in the sky instead of straight into your heart.

“No, what?” She hissed through her teeth.

You stumbled over your words as you spoke. “No, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress.”

That’s when Bucky moaned, guttural. It went straight to your aching pussy. “God, you two are gonna ruin porn for me for fucking ever.”

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes.” Natasha’s voice was commanding. It’s the one she uses on missions, or when one of the boys fucks up big time. She was already mad she had to share you, and Bucky’s deep voice might as well been a fucking dog whistle, or nails on a chalkboard.

Her fingers tightened against your throat, her other hand going South. Her nails pressed into your hip bone, and you knew for sure it was going to leave marks. Crescent shaped nail marks, to be exact. Say what you want about Natasha Romanoff, but that girl likes a nice manicure.

“Tell us more, pet” she purred.

Bucky’s metal arm moved across your stomach to keep in you place. When did he move so close? You thought he was...over there? On the side of you? It didn’t matter, you being touched. That’s what mattered.

“And feel free,” his voice was smooth, calm, collected. Gruff. His words were good whiskey. “To talk about anything you want, my precious little one.”

You cry out a little. You were wet, so wet, and all you were doing was talking. What would happen when they touched you? Would you fucking explode? Would the world collapse into itself like a black hole?

You didn’t care what happened. As long as you had them, you’d jump off a cliff. Or out of an airplane without a parachute.

You took a deep breath before you continued. “You both love butt plugs, but nothing farther...and Buc-Daddy, Daddy likes the jeweled ones, his favorite is a pastel pink one in the shape of a heart. Mistress prefers the solid black ones, sometimes if I’m good and she collars me she likes the ones with tails because they match,” your sentences devolved as Natasha started rubbing between your thighs, one of them still stinging. Bucky, who refused to allow anyone to have fun without him, began kissing your neck. “You both love when I ride your face. Once Natasha made me moan to loudly I lost my voice and didn’t get it back to normal until two weeks later. Three days after that Bucky left a bruise so big on my hip I had to cancel yoga with Peter because I could barely move…”

Bucky was the one who cut you off next. “Who made cum the most in a single  night?”

You moan before you answered. His beard scratched against your neck and ear as he spoke. “You, Daddy.”

Natasha reached around and lifted your butt from the wall before spanking you, hard. “What’s the most you’ve cum in one night, pet?”

You wailed at the contact. “Eight, Mistress.”

She smiled. “And who did that to you?”

You were almost crying at that point. “You, Mistress.”

“Who’s made you cum the hardest?” She snarls. It’s animalistic, and hot as fuck.

“You, Mistress,” You cried.

After that the next thing you could comprehend is you, laying on the bed, looking up at the two doms.

You’ve never been more turned on in your entire life. If you thought it was bad in the laundry room, the fire in your belly and the strain in your arms and the almost-incomprehensible pleasure would surely cause you to explode.

“What should we do first?” Natasha questions. Her nails graze the edges of the mask, right below your puffy eyes, and the tense muscles under your chin.

Bucky laughs, and palms your bare breast, occasionally pinching at your hardening nipples.“Gimme a sec, Nat, can’t think straight. I’m tryina wrack my spank bank for every single fucking lesbian porn video I’ve ever fucking watched.”

Natasha shakes her head. Her voice drips out of her lips like honey, or poison. Or cum. “Don’t think we’ll be doing all the work, Barnes. I didn’t do this so you could jerk off into a corner while I make our little pet scream for mercy, or more...whichever comes first.”

Your untied thighs press together, searching for some relief. Natasha tsks you, using her strong arms to keep them apart. “No, no, no, little mouse. You know that’s not allowed...pets don’t get rewards until they perform to their master’s standards.”

Bucky huffs, leaning down. He trails kisses down your body. Big, wet, sloppy ones. He only stops to ghost his fingers over your clit. He can’t hear any noise you make because of the mask, but judging by your arching back and screwed-shut eyes, you’re trying to moan. He chuckles a bit, before looking up at Natasha, who’s still standing tall. She’s wearing black, high-waisted lingerie bottoms with a matching bra. It look so good against her creamy skin.

“Don’t listen to her, baby,” you stare straight up at the woman in question while Bucky continues peppering kisses in your sensitive inner thighs, lifting his head up to speak every few pecks. “ Mistress is just mad that she can’t how much fun it is to fuck with you, eat your pussy until you’re squirming away from me, bruise you up until you can barely move, fuck you until you can’t speak. Daddy just loves hearing you whine and cry and scream...loves it when you disobey orders...love making you get yourself off while I just,” he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your clit then, and your eyes flutter shut. “Watch.”

“James,” Natasha warns.

You can’t what’s worse: being teased or nothing at all.

Natasha is incredibly possessive. You’re hers, not ever and will never be anyone else’s. It made teasing her easy as all Hell, because she gets worked so fucking easily. Once you just mentioned how an ex of yours gave you ridiculously sexy neck kisses and before you knew it your entire upper body was covered in so many hickies you looked like you had been ravaged by an animal.

In a way, though, you had.

That’s what made her so mad, her watching you get eaten out by one James Buchanan Barnes. She should be the one pleasuring you, not him. Still...it was so hot watching you try to resist him.

It was crazy.

Part of her wanted to rip Bucky off of you and tie him to a chair, or suspend him, or something, anything to keep him from soliciting another moan from you.

The other part of her wanted to just sit back and relax with a good glass of red wine and direct Bucky to do whatever she pleases to you.

Bucky was right, she’d give him that. Finding porn after this was gonna so fucking hard.

Well, maybe, she wonders. I could just film us...and then…

She’s snapped out of her thoughts by your sweet, sweet body about to orgasm. Hard.

“C’mon, baby,” Bucky’s baritone voice seem to vibrate the floorboards. “Cum for Daddy, Baby. You know I love it when you cum for me…”

Even after you cum, he doesn’t stop moving his fingers skillfully in and out of you and kissing around your clit until you find the strength to place your foot on his shoulder and kick him away.

You try to crawl away from him, but Natasha is immediately on top of you, placing one hand on your throat and the other right next to your hip. She means business.

“Did Daddy tell you do that?” She’s asking a question, but everyone in the room already knows the answer. Especially you.

“No,” is all your voice can muster. It’s small, tiny, just like how you feel.

Bucky’s stood up and is licking you off of his fingers. You can see him in your peripheral vision. You don’t make an effort to look at him any more than that, though. Your pupils have to remain trained on Natasha, or else you’re going to be in even more trouble.

Before you can process the switch in doms on top of you, you feel a sharp smack to your inner thigh again.

“No, who? That’s the second time you’ve made that mistake, Pet. I think Daddy being here, pleasuring you like that,” she tightens her grip on your throat and hooks her free hand under the leg you used to push Bucky away. She pushes it up to your chest, leaving your ass vulnerable to her. She then turns to the man in question, who’s currently stroking himself. “Do you think we should punish our little printsessa?”

Bucky rarely punishes you, once he explained he doesn’t really like to. It’s not his thing.

But that preference seems to have been lifted due to Natasha’s presence.

“I think we should Mistress,” he moves closer to you, to the side where your ass is lifted off the bed. “Our Babydoll needs to learn her place...needs to know who’s in charge…”

The mask is gone, now (When did it come off?) but you don’t dare speak again. Can’t talk out of turn if you don’t talk at all.

Your eyes flit between the two, wondering who’s going to make the first swat to your ass.

It’s Natasha who moves you into position: face down, ass up. She runs her dexterous fingers through your folds and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to moan.

Her voice is deep, commanding. “I’m going to give you ten spanks, Pet.”

Bucky speaks next. “And I’m going to give you ten, too, Babydoll.”

He’s never punished you before. Never. It’s so hot, so fucking hot.

“Count ‘em...kitten.” Bucky using Natasha’s nickname for you makes you gasp, but thankfully they both let it go.

Smack. “One, thank you Mistress.”

Smack. “Two, thank you Daddy.”

This goes on for what feels like forever, and by the end your ass is nice and red. Bucky’s metal hand leaves lines across your cheeks, which he traces with featherlight fingertips. The cool metal against your hot skin is an intoxicating feeling.

The teasing isn’t over, though. Natasha flips you over, looming over you. Her smile is sinister, sadistic. Your head is moved into Bucky’s lap, while he pulls your restrained hands above your head again.

Natasha’s voice is soft, and it forces you to pay attention more. It’s normally something dog owners do to make their animal more attuned to their commands.

“Beg, printsessa. Beg for me to touch you.”

Oh, do you beg.

“Please Mistress, I’m begging you to please touch me, make me cum, make me cum until I’m begging you to stop. I wanna feel you, feel both of you. Want you to stretch me out, make me feel you both for days and days, make me miss you when you’re not there...not inside me. Please I’m so fucking wet for you.”

“Well,” she says, moving down your body. She plants random kisses as she descends.

Left nipples. Right third rib. The mole on your tummy. Just below your belly button.

Then she’s there, ghosting over your clit and kissing your sensitive pussy lips.

“My, my kitten. You are wet.”

You try not to make a sound, determined not to get punished another time. Your ass is still so sore, and you know it’s going to hurt to sit for awhile.

Her fingers move expertly in and out of you, knowing when to curve up, spread apart, add another finger. You thrash, rolling your hips, hands nearly escaping Bucky’s grasp a few times.

Oh yeah, Bucky’s here. Holding your hands up. Keeping you behaving. Not touching you at all.

His eyes are locked on Natasha and your pussy. She doesn’t know where to look, your sweet oh face or Bucky’s hungry stare.

Natasha coaxes one, maybe two, maybe three (at this point you can’t tell what’s an orgasm and what’s just a fucking good g-spot stroke) orgasms out of you before Bucky rips off the restraints and is climbing over you. He settles right next to Natasha, who takes the hint and lays down next to you, running her fingers over your body.

You don’t know what’s okay and what’s not, but with Natasha in the room, you know you need to err on the side of caution. That means hands above your head, no noise, no pouting, no nothing. All you can do is bite your lip and hope your teeth don’t meet.

Bucky’s knuckle deep with his first finger before you hear a deep, dark chuckle. “‘S okay, Baby. Mistress may not want you to pull her hair or release a single sweet little moan, but Daddy sure does. Lemme hear it Baby, let it...all...out.”

He punctuates the last few words with little nips to the tops of your thighs, encouraging you to let it all out.

You do.

Immediately, your arms stretch before latching both into the hair of the man between your legs. You moan like you’re trying to lose your voice, hugging your legs to your chest to give him a better angle.

This forces Natasha off of your body, but she finds a way to still be attached to you. She sticks fingers into your mouth, and you know what to do. Sucking on your fingers, but it’s still hot as Hell, so Bucky doesn’t make an effort to stop it.

His five o’clock shadow scratches you, which is especially painful on your sensitive thighs. Still, it all feels so good. If this is Heaven, you’d happily convert to Christianity to ensure your safe return. It feels different than the first time he ate you out. Hungrier, sexier. It’s beautiful, like a work of Renaissance art.

Before you know it, his cock replaces his tongue. It’s thick, veiny, perfect. You’ve had it inside of you before, but this time...this time it’s different. More intense.

Bucky is slamming in and out of you so hard you’re sure there will be intense bruising on your pelvis.

Natasha slips from your side and onto your face, riding it with reckless abandon, your head locked between her toned thighs.

It’s insane. Your body is completely at their whim.

Occasionally, one of them will play with your nipples or rub your clit or press on a bruise or scratch down (or up) your tummy, sending even more shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Every time you moan, it sends sweet vibrations through Natasha’s pussy, causing her to squeeze your head with her legs. You feel trapped, caged. It’s amazing.

“Fuck,” Bucky moans. “I’m gonna cum, Baby. Love your pussy so fucking much...keep clenching around me, Baby, don’t stop licking your Mistress...fuck.”

With that, he cums inside of you. The other two of you cum shortly after, bodies shaking furiously as you do so.

You’re gasping for breath, body aching all over. It’s a good ache, like after an intense yoga or pilates session. An accomplished ache. A fuck yeah, I just got fucked so fucking hard type of ache.

It feels good, so good.

Natasha takes the lead in the aftercare. Bucky stays next to you, whispering sweet words into your ear while he lifts you up and into a comfy chair on the far end of the room.

They work in fluid motions, like they’re dancing, or taking care of something complicated mission. Natasha strips the sheets, Bucky leaves you to replace them. The second you start whining about being alone like some angsty puppy, Natasha waits for Bucky to place you back on the bed before feeding you a protein bar (lemon, your favorite). When you’ve successfully chewed a few bites, she hands it to Bucky, while she tosses the used toys in a large container next to the tub, a reminder for later to make sure she cleans them.

You’re dead tired, unable to do anything for yourself. They sandwich you between them and mumble praises into your sweat-drenched hair, your sore shoulders, your abused chest. It’s nice, sweet. Makes you come down from your high nice and easy, right into a deep slumber.

They shift you around into a more comfortable position, a heavy silence falling over you three before Bucky speaks, because of course he does.

“Do you think we’ll ever do this again?” Bucky asks.

You’re tucked into his side, with Natasha draped across you protectively. He snakes his opposite arm across his chest to stroke your arm with his fingertips. You’d be overly warm if you weren’t totally naked.

Natasha leans into your shoulder, leaving a light kiss on a bruise she’s not sure who created. “Yeah, totally. As long as she,” she angles her head to gesture to you. “Wants it.”

Bucky smiles. “I think she will.”

[juliabenerdy]

Top 12 Female MCU Characters

In celebration for Avengers Endgame coming out I wanted to do a post that was fun and non spoilery to put my love out there for Marvel. Since I am all about women power and things I thought this would be a great thing to do!

I am only doing women in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) and this does not include TV shows that might slightly tie in to them. That was really hard. This is my opinion and not everyone will agree with it and there certainly can be a discussion but no bashing anyone of opinions. That is totally not nice. Anyway..like i said there will be no spoilers for Avengers: Endgame, but all other movies prior is free game--Be Warned!

12. Nebula

Abilities

Superhuman strength, agility and durability

Regenerative healing factor

Skilled hand-to-hand combatant

Skilled assassin

Wrist blasters

I love Nebula. Who doesn’t love an underdog story, plus she is probably one of the characters that most people could relate to. Who can’t relate to someone who has sibling rivalry? Of course, most people don’t have an insane father that will pit his children against each other into battles of almost death and when one looses the loosing child will get tortured with mutilation when getting cybernetic enhancements. The thing that most amazes me about Nebula in the MCU is her character growth. She shows that she truly loved and cared for her sister and it was the tyrant between them that kept them apart for so long. Ultimately she realizes that she was following a maniac and she starts helping the good guys in Avengers: Infinity War. I can not wait to see where her journey goes from here! 

11. Hope “Wasp” van Dyne

Abilities

Size manipulation

Flight

Bio-electric energy blasts and extendable claws on her gloves

Skilled hand-to-hand combatant

Hope is the definition of independent woman in my eyes. She is a fighter. She is intelligent, not afraid to run with the big boys, teaches men how to punch, ambitious, and makes being the Wasp her own. Despite being estranged from her father for most of her childhood she learns forgiveness and softens to him when she finds out the truth about her mother. It takes a lot of character to forgive someone in my opinion and being lied to most of her life would be a lot to forgive, but in the long run letting love be the ultimate thing to win in her relationship with her dad and with Scott instead of pushing away is true bravery and a bad ass woman. 

10. Agent Peggy Carter 

Abilities

Skilled hand-to-hand combatant

Trained in Fire Arms

Military Combatant

Skilled Agent

Peggy Carter, the one that falls in love and gets the heart of Captain America. (Lucky....) Seriously, she is definitely a woman that can be a role model for little girls. She is like the ultimate bad ass. Smart, knows how to take care of herself, refuses to be a damsel in distress type, tough as nails, but still keeps her own form of feminine charm. Like I said bad ass and great role model. I would love to learn to kick butt from this woman and I would gladly tell everyone she was the Agent I learned from. 

^ Brilliant

9. Okoye 

Abilities

Skilled in many forms of combat

Exceptional in using various Wakandan weaponry and tools

Brilliant Tactician and Military Strategist

When I watched Black Panther I was moved and amazed by the female empowerment in the movie. You can actually see my previous blog about it! I am still in love with that factor of the movie. Okoye is one of my all time favorite characters of the MCU and favorite parts of Black Panther because she is smiply awesome. The King of Wakanda has women...women back him up. I want all sexist pigs out there to soak that in for a moment. If you are still grumbling and thing that T’Challa was wrong, remember all this:

8. Shuri 

Abilities

Animorphism

Genius-level intellect

Expert martial artist

Necromancy

Super speed

Stone skin

Use of high-tech equipment and weapons including vibranium uniform

Enhanced agility, durability, endurance, reflexes, senses, speed, stamina and strength

I love this girl, because in the MCU she is one brainy badass. In the abilities listed above we definitely see the genius level intellect and her high tech weapon use. 

I am going to just say right now I will loose my ever loving mind if i see her animorphism and necromancy skills in the next Black Panather movies. Holy crap. Mage and Harry Potter crap there! LOL Anyway, Shuri is definitely a refreshing woman to see in movies today. A woman that can take care of herself and lets say save the man in distress.

7. Mantis

Abilities

Master martial artist

Empathy

Plant manipulation

Accelerated healing factor

Astral projection

Ability to communicate telepathically with the Cotati

Energy projection

Okay, so in my opinion Mantis is one of the coolest Marvel heroines’ that has ever been introduced. I will be the first to say that she was actually one that I was not to familiar with until I looked her up after the Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 came out. Honestly, I do not think they have touched on half of what Mantis can do. Master martial artist? Where was that? Plant Manipulation? Um, yes please enhance Mantis characterization in the next films please Marvel because empaths can be totally badass and she is apparently no different. In Infinity War she jumped on Thano’s back and practically immobilized him! She was that powerful! Her power made it to where she almost made Team Iron Strange (lol like what I did there with the Team that was on that planet?) successful in Infinity War. Almost...*sigh*

6. Pepper Potts

This entry will be a little different. I said I was not going to spoil Endgame and I plan on keeping it that way. I will probably not have any blogs stating anything specific about the movie plot and things for a little while longer. That being said I still wanted to include Pepper because even though there is things I don’t want to say about her character and her story line in Endgame I still want to say how much I love her. She is smart and a very capable women. She is the one running Stark Industries after all and the woman that is in love with Tony Stark which is also hard, but I think she is the proof that Tony has a heart throughout the entire MCU. 

5. Black Widow

Abilities

Expert tactician, hand-to-hand combatant and secret agent

Slowed aging, and enhanced immune system

Expert marksman and mastery of various other weapons via gauntlets

grappling hook

knock out gas

taser

explosives

tear gas pellets

radio transmitter

If you would ask me which female superhero I would want to be like the most, I would probably tell you the super femme fetal Black Widow. Who wouldn’t want to be a beautiful super spy badass? Natasha Romanov does not need super powers to be amazing. She just is and that is part of what makes her great. She is also not afraid to say that she has demons in her past and she is definitely wanting to atone for things that she has done wrong. That takes courage and guts to want to strive to be a better person. Not many people would even try to atone for anything. Natasha...you are definitely my hero.

  4. Gamora 

Abilities

Superhuman strength, speed, agility, and durability

Skilled assassin

Skilled hand-to-hand combatant

The Most Dangerous Woman in the Universe 

I love Gamora. I think she is fierce, smart, strong, independent, beautiful and everything a badass woman should be! She fought for what she thought was right despite going against her father’s wishes. It can be extremely hard to go against family. Let’s pretend for a moment that her father was not a total psychopathic tyrant for a moment and consider that that is a hard thing to do. Yeah, if we go back to the fact that he is a psycho and he techinically murdered half her people, including her real family, and basically kidnapped her, it would still be weird to go against the man who raised you. It would at least takes guts to go against the person that raised you into the total badass bitch machine that you are now, knowing that he is a psycho so you could become a Guardian of the Galaxy because you have better morals and values! Gamora is legend. She is the Most Dangerous Woman in the Universe! 

3. Valkyrie

Abilities

Superhuman strength, speed, durability, and longevity

Mediumship with spirits of the dead

Valkyrie is one of the most complicated female characters in the MCU so far and given a lot of depth in my opinion. She suffers from PTSD, which I can relate to, because of her battle against Hela. There are not many characters that you see with Post-Traumatic-Stress-disorder. Being the only survivor of the Valkyrior because of the battle against the Goddess of Death, she suffers a lot of loss, and she was also saved by one of her sisters in arms when almost speared through the heart by Hela. She drowns her sorrows in alcohol which is actually a very human thing to see despite the fact that we are supposed to be watching a woman that is superhuman. .The reason why I really like Valkyrie so much is because how much I relate to her. Instead of drowning in sorrow she realizes that she can not run from her past but get stronger from it. She is a inspirational woman that kicks total butt!

2. Scarlet Witch

Abilities

Reality warping

Magic

Probability manipulation

Teleportation

Matter manipulation

Time manipulation

Energy projection, manipulation and absorption

First of all, I think magic in the MCU world is fascinating, needless to say I am a fantasy nerd and mages, witches, and magic is a true love of mine anyway, but Scarlet Witch is right up there with Dr. Strange. When talking about pure power and abilities she is extremely the bomb. I wont go super nerdy on everyone here because most of the reason why I love her is because of playing her in old video games like X-Men Legends (turning bad guys into boxes--hahaha boxes) and the comic story lines (House of M anyone?). If I think about her character in the MCU alone I still love her because her powers are still ultimately powerful due to the mind stone. Her powers are more telekinetic and telepathic in nature in the MCU because of this. Remember when she manipulated the Hulk? Yeah that is power! She has had to go through a lot of crap and she always uses it to make her stronger. This is what makes her awesome. 

1. Captain Marvel

Abilities

Superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and stamina

Energy projection and absorption

Flight

I really struggled with how I was going to rate my last five. I was not sure whether I was going to make our dear Captain Marvel number one, but she is number one to me, because I related to her. Simple and probably selfish, but it’s my list so LOL, This is my opinion of course, but I really did pick this a lot based on how I relate to Carol Danvers. She is one powerful woman and it was a lot of manipulation that toned down that power until she realized she could utilize her emotions to make her stronger. Her character growth was essentially understanding who she was and letting herself not be afraid of her power and her emotions. Danvers is powerful, sassy, funny, a fighter pilot, and an adventurer! Who wouldn’t want to be her? 

  So this is my list..like I said its all my opinion and I put a lot of what I feel in the reason. If you agree or not that is cool. I love to hear people’s opinions, that is if anyone is reading this LOL, but no battering people for their opinions! No spoilers for Endgame!

Just saying also...can we please get She-Hulk in the MCU! SHEESH!

At some point I might do a top list of males in the MCU with Spiderman coming out in awhile. Maybe a list of what I love about Spiderman..cause I love Spiderman. Who knows haha 

[searchin-for-an-urchin]

Like a Punch in the Gut Aaron Burr x Reader Chapter 10

Forever Tag @fangirlandnerd

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Masterlist

The conversation between you and Nathaniel ended with the two of you exchanging contact information. You admitted that you weren’t sure if you were ready for him to be a part of Charlotte’s life and he agreed. The two of you would think on it for a few days. After you and Aaron had left the restaurant, you finally felt like you could breathe a bit more. Trying to process everything that had just happened, you remained silent for a few blocks. Subconsciously along the way you start giggling. The two of you pause in your tracks as your giggles turn into full out laughter. You notice Aaron’s eyebrow cocked as he observes your laughter, and you try to control your laughs a little more.

    “I’m sorry,” you say in between the subsiding giggles, “I really don’t know how to process what just happened.” When your eyes catch his again you see him looking as if he’s trying not to laugh either.

        “I’ll admit that’s not a part of the date that I planned.” When you can catch your breath, you feel a bit relieved. “Shall we head on to the next destination?” You tilt your head to the side with a smirk on your face and retort,

    “You sure you can handle all the random parts of my past popping up?” Aaron answers your question with a genuine smile.

        “I absolutely insist learning more about you, Y/N.”  

    Hand in hand, the two of you walk off to the next place; an arcade. You think to yourself that this isn’t like the arcades you and John grew up with, oh no. This was an arcade full of video games, large crane machines, and prizes on prizes. Aaron saw the look of your amazed face and laughed. Tugging your hand slightly to follow him he walked up to the customer service counter and asked to speak to the owner. After taking his name, the employee went into the presumed office space and requested the presence of the owner, a man in his 50’s, who greeted Aaron with a handshake and a hug. Aaron greeted back with the same energy and then introduced you as his date. The man, Greg, as he said to call him, did a double take when he heard your name.

    “Wait,” he questions, shaking your hand, “Y/N as in the mother of the girl who decked Theodosia?” With a forced chuckle from both you and Aaron, you confirm that yes, you are Charlotte’s mother.

    “Good!” Greg exclaimed. “I’m glad the two of you finally got to go on a date.�� Aaron’s arm reaches around you and settles on your hip as Greg continues to talk, very clearly trying to embarass him.

        “How do you two know each other?” You ask Greg.

    “Oh, Aaron was my lawyer years ago when a rival arcade tried to sue me. They were trying to blame me for the way my crane machines were manufactured, saying they were rigged to be successful, which is why everyone came to my place.”

        “It was my first solo case,” Aaron chimes in, as you look in astonishment in his direction.

    “His first win, too,” Greg says with a laugh. “Mr. Burr here has been my go to for legal advice since. Here,” he pauses, grabbing a card from his back pocket. “Go play, have fun, on the house. Just make sure to stop by before you leave.”

    You and Aaron thank Greg profusely, with both of you saying it wasn’t necessary, but he just waves you off, leaving the two of you to decide where to start. Since the cranes were the both of you attempt to grab a Pokemon plush for the girls. Twenty credits later, you have a Squirtle and a Charmander plush sticking out of your crossbody purse that you now are grateful you brought. Moving on from the cranes, the video games catch your eye next. After kicking his butt multiple times on the motorcycle racing game (“This isn’t fair, you actually learned how to drive, you didn’t grow up in New York!”), and having your own handed to you on the Tekken Tag game, (“Oh-ho-ho, vengeance is mine, dear Y/N!”), the two of you wander over to some goofier games, like the hopscotch game.

    You fail pretty spectacularly on your first attempt. Glancing over at Aaron you notice that he’s laughing in your direction, trying to keep it hidden under his hand.

    “What?” you say, with a grin on your face. “Hopscotch wasn’t really my favorite game growing up. John never played it with me!” You turn your attention back to the screen where a measly “15” was displaying. Aaron comes up on your left, places a quick peck on your cheek and scooches you out of the way. Feeling a little starstruck because of the kiss, you barely register your date taunting,

    “Excuses, excuses. Let me show you how it’s done.” Aaron hits the 101 hops jackpot in less than a minute and a half, leaving you speechless, even without the kiss on the cheek. Watching the tickets pour out, you sputter,

        “Are you kidding me?!”

    “And that, my dear, is how it’s done.” For the next hour you spend competing with each other in the basketball game, skeeball, whack-a-mole, even a jump rope game, and compile a large pile of tickets. Realizing you don’t really need to spend all the tickets, you each pick out a small prize. Aaron chooses a fun pen that he swears he’ll use at work, and you a desktop sized dinosaur that sings “Dynamite” to annoy John, Peggy, and Lauren at work every once in a while (more like every dang day). You decide to leave the tickets for the next kid coming in to enjoy.

    Greg wishes both of you a goodnight as the two of you leave the arcade. Noticing how barren the streets were you glance at your phone for the first this evening and realize how long you went without thinking about the restaurant or how Peggy and John were doing with Charlie.

    “What time did you need to pick up Theo?” You ask, grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers. Aaron squeezes your hand and answers,

        “She’s spending the night with the Hamiltons. I couldn’t plan for how long we would spend in the arcade, and Theo was overdue for a sleepover with Pip and Angie anyway.” After a few moments, he questions, “What do you think Charlotte and her aunt and uncle are up to?” You snort at the image that comes to mind.

    “Well. If I know John, he’s probably asleep while Peggy and Charlie are painting his nails for the fun of it. They’ll probably watch the Spongebob movie at least one more time and fall asleep during the credits.” Aaron lets out a whistle and responds with an astonished voice,

        “That’s really specific, Y/N.”

    “Well, before Lauren came to the restaurant, there weren’t too many people I trusted to run my kitchen so I worked a lot of evenings where John or Peggy would watch Charlotte.”

        “It’s hard being a single parent,” your date mentions.

    “I imagine it’s a bit harder being a widowed single parent, Aaron,” you remind him. He just hums in agreement, and then adds,

        “It was hard for both of us. Theodosia Sr. was killed in a car crash when Theo was 5. She couldn’t quite understand why her mom wasn’t coming home, or why her mom looked like she was sleeping. I wasn’t prepared to teach her about death that way, you know?” Aaron asks the hypothetical question, slowing down the walk just a tad, and you squeeze his hand to show that you understand.

“I don’t think she ever really got to mourn. Her memories from her mom are so few and far between that it almosts hurts for her to remember. It’s also why I haven’t really dated since. In fact,” he admits, stopping in his stride and turning to face you, “It took me until Charlotte punched Theo in the face to even talk to you.”

    “Wait, what?” You say, incredulously, a smile and a blush gracing your face.

“Yeah, I noticed you at one of the open houses for the school and just never had the nerve to start up a conversation. I’m really surprised Theo hasn’t told you,” he explains, watching your face and starting to smile himself. “I kept asking her to make friends with Charlotte, and she just kept saying no.”

“Look where they are now,” you interject, with a giggle escaping your smile.

“Yeah. Look where we are, too.” The two of you continue back to your apartment as the conversation dwindles slightly. A weight on your shoulders is suggesting that you talk about Nathaniel, even though you weren’t sure what you were going to do. I mean, the guy had to decide if he even wanted to meet Charlotte, let alone be a part of her life.

    “Hey, Aaron?”

“Yes?” He hums in response.

    “I would like to tell you about Nathaniel, but I’m a bit unsure if I should.” You can feel his thumb running over the back of your hand in order to soothe you.

“Y/N, you’re welcome to share anything with me, but you don’t have to, especially if you would like to wait. I would like to be around as long as you’ll have me,” he assures you, as he pulls the hand he’s holding up to his lips. He places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and you can’t help but lean into him.

    “For someone who hasn’t dated in years, you sure know how to sweet-talk a girl,” you stammer out, trying to tease him, but being a little more affected than you want to admit because all of a sudden you find yourself tilting your head up towards his face and he’s tilting his head down towards you, and as your eyes are fluttering closed you hear him joke back in a similar manner,

“I’ve had some practice in the mirror.” Before you can react to the cheesy line that didn’t seem so cheesy you feel his breath on your lips and then your lips connect.

It was the best kiss you’ve had. Ever. While it was a little bit awkward and fumbly, you liked the way he felt. Soft enough for comfort, but firm that you were able to sink into him no problem. Breaking only slightly to regain air, your arms wrap around his neck and he catches you stumbling into his arms (which you swear was involuntary). Each kiss grew more sure and a little more coordinated, and each kiss brought you deeper into his arms.

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    You walk the rest of the way home hand in hand. Kisses are shared every few minutes and quite a few are given on the elevator ride up to your floor. After you’ve successfully unlocked your door and shared a goodnight kiss, you find yourself taking another deep breath before walking further into your home. Before you can even sneak into the living room, you hear Peggy’s steps towards you, pulling you into your bedroom.

    “John actually stayed awake long enough to carry Charlie to bed, then he came back and crashed on the couch,” your best friend huffs out, rolling her eyes, before landing on your bed, taking you with her. “So, tell me everything!”

    You jokingly scold her for her curiosity and begin to recount the events of the night.

    “You ran into who?!” Peggy incredulously inquires when you get to the part at the end of your dinner.

        “I ran into Nathaniel, Charlotte’s dad.”

    “I thought you didn’t remember him?”

        “I didn’t,” you insist, “Until I saw him again. NYC is a large place, Peggy.” With a grimace, “He deserved to know that he has a daughter, too.”

    “Poor Aaron,” Peggy chuckles, “All he wanted was a date and he got an estranged father.”

        “Yeah,” you sigh. Aaron was such a good guy and you were still in shock with the way Nathaniel showed back up in your life, but you decided you’ll tell Aaron about him later. After giggling and gushing about the rest of the date, you and Peggy fall asleep leaving your daughter in her room and John on the couch. It was a late night afterall. And while the evening had some gut-wrenching moments, the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering around peacefully.