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༻ Stardust of your soul | N. Romanoff ༺

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Summary: Being new to SHIELD and it's agents you'd always kept yourself to yourself & hovered in the background. Yet a new chapter opens up when being invited to the compound for 'team bonding,' and it turns out another star shined just as you did without even knowing. Simply the trust to fall asleep on another's lap really does open up the deepest of souls.

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff & sentiment of how Natasha falls asleep on your lap..

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x gn!reader, sort of black cat x golden retriever (ish?)

Word Count: 3.8K

DC: cafekitsune

AN: I don't know where I got this idea from, but I wanted to get back to writing again, so I figured some soft reading of Natasha falling asleep on the reader's lap by accident would cut it! <3 Might make a P2!

(also if ppl can teach me how to get a sapphic relationship-)

Walking through the halls of the building always seemed daunting when you worked for SHIELD. It wasn't like you feared anyone there, just everyone was so equipped and skilled- they'd been there for a good chunk of time. Many beginning their journey's with SHIELD years before yourself, forming bonds and friendships.

You were merely a baby taking their first steps within the walls of SHIELD headquarters, simply learning the ropes & where to start. Still, you were eager to always take on a challenge and being accepted as a SHIELD agent wasn't something you'd expect to happen, yet changing that decision to take on the role wasn't even a consideration for you.

A simple few weeks at the headquarters was all it took for you to slowly begin to feel more comfortable with the said environment. You'd spoken to Maria Hill the Deputy Director of SHIELD and while she could be intimidating, she and yourself shared views similar making it easy to get on. Fury was a little more on the complex side but some of the other agents you'd definitely enjoyed bonding with.

You'd been called in to a meeting for god knows what, but that was the generalised idea these days. Most agents yourself included never seemed to be informed prior of your missions only simply assigned upon the day. It did albeit stress you out given your organised schedule and how you felt with being thrown into the deepest ends of the pool was stressful.

However, when you dedicated your time and complete energy and effort within SHIELD's walls and work you had to be prepared for anything, without fail. You'd found yourself being so lost in thought with how you'd ended up in this role and position that you'd realised you'd come to a halt.

Seeing the door to Fury's office was a surprise to your eyes, having not realised you'd walked all that way. Slowly bracing yourself, your hand reached for the door handle before it was pulled open and Nick Fury himself stood there in the flesh.

"Come on in," His voice that always sent chills down your spine seemed warmer than usual today.

It did strike you as odd but you hardly had the time to think more of it. Instead you simply merely nodded entering the room at a gentle pace, before your shoes caused a loud squeak of a sudden stop.

Your eyes glanced around the room to see people you hardly ever thought you'd be in the same room with. The Avengers, the actual known hero's themselves sat around a table as their eyes slowly drifted up to study you.

Tony, Steve, Clint, Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Wanda, Rhodey & Sam. All of them were waiting for your arrival.

Natasha let out a soft smile at you nodding an approving look, which didn't surprise you at all. You'd become accustomed to the redhead while at SHIELD given her status and her ability to train new recruits which yourself was in fact one of them.

You'd never quite been able to read her fully, only knowing she had a closed off position about her, including the past everyone was forbidden to know of. All the recruits and fellow agents knew that it was a road nobody dared cross, including interacting with the redhead outside of working hours.

Standing there waiting for Fury or anyone to say something felt like an agonising amount of time & it was making the clock feeling like minutes were passing by. In reality, it was most likely to be mere seconds before Fury coughed and began to fill the silent room with his voice.

"So Y/N.. There's been some form of talk amongst myself and the Avengers," he began and you felt your body froze.

Without the intention of doing so, you glanced over at Natasha with concern and worry glazed over your eyes. Nobody else would recognise the small but clear look she gave to you, it was something you'd come to somewhat understand. She gave you a curt but firm nod and her eyes softened only for a moment but that moment was enough. It was okay.

You felt your shoulders and body language relax a tad as you nodded towards Director Fury to continue his conversation.

"We feel that.. we need a new member to work with the Avengers. Think of it as a new position a higher role. One that we thought you'd fit most well into. More like a team bonding so you'd say."

You gawked at the older man before shaking your head back to reality as it sunk into your brain and your bones. He thought you were the best for the role? You as in just someone from a town that had nothing now working along side the Avengers, more specifically her.

"M-Me? What, there has to be some sort of mistake. Director I don't know if I-" You began stuttering over your words.

While you did admire your strengths and abilities, it was a big step to be working with the earth's mightiest hero's. You certainly didn't want to make a fool out of yourself, however Fury decided to interrupt you.

"All due respect Y/L/N, it wasn't really a request. We need you on the team. The mission that's required is going to need all the assets and best that we've got. It's important," he stated firmly looking around the room at the Avengers before moving his gaze back to you.

"Director I-"

"They'll be trained and ready. I'll make sure of it," you heard her voice echo through the room with determination.

Your eyes drifted around the room landing onto her, staring at Natasha in pure shock and partial annoyance. You knew your own weaknesses and strengths and didn't need anyone speaking for you.

However, she simply stared back at you with a firm all serious look showing she wasn't backing down. Why was she so fixated on having you on the team? Her eyes changed ever so slightly and only for a moment looking at you with something you couldn't quite place. However, in a small blink just a tiny moment the look disappeared and her normal stoic expression was back.

"Thank you Agent Romanoff. Anything anyone else has to add?" He asked looking around the room with sheer authority.

Nobody seemed to speak, Tony flamboyantly flapping his hands up to speak for them. Clearly they weren't against having you on the team, you must be some important asset they required. With nobody speaking, you were all dismissed and the Avengers all fluttered out of the room.

All except one. Natasha stood leaning against the wall, half slouching her gaze fixated onto you. Head tilted in an almost questioning way towards you. Mirroring the action, you stared at the redhead inquisitive facial expressions painted on both of your faces.

Natasha cracked first, shifting off the wall walking towards you with her hands in her pockets, her signifying black leather jacket around her shoulders.

"You know, you should have more belief in yourself Y/N. We both know your abilities, I've witnessed them myself," she added her eyebrow arching.

"I.. You think so?" You managed to get out slowly.

Without a warning she leaned forward, whispering in your ear causing your body to stiffen. With her being this close you could smell her perfume, invading your senses like a warm blanket alluring you and drawing you in. The proximity of her was sending heat to your face and you knew her voice was sending shivers down your body.

"I know so sweetheart, I know so," she hushed out and if the floor was made of lava you'd melt right through it and into the ground beneath you.

Natasha was like a temptress, a woman who knew how to lull people in just with a few simple words. You knew this but still felt yourself floating towards the singing of the siren.

She stepped back smirking at you sending you a wink causing your heart to hammer against your chest. It was like she was looking into the depths of your soul and you were trying not to give her the key to opening your soul.

Just before she opened the door to exit the room she flung her body around to face you at an angle. The tension in the room was intense, dancing around you in a heavy feeling as she spoke.

"Training starts at 7. Don't be late sweetheart. I don't do late."

With that she left the room without allowing yourself to respond and you felt an internal groan bubbling inside of you. She was seeing into your soul now you needed to try and allow Natasha to let you see her own.

Tossing and turning at night in your bed whilst the minutes passed by seemed to be what was happening for you. The clock was ticking yet you were significantly restless especially knowing training started at 7am with Natasha wouldn't settle your mind to rest.

Her words played over and over again in your head, on a constant never ending loop. 'I know so sweetheart.' You couldn't remember the last time you had that much confidence running within your veins, let alone someone else. Yet, her voice ran through your mind, your soul almost touched by her belief.

Turns out you must have been laying there for that long tossing and turning throughout the night you'd managed to not succumb to a single ounce of sleep. That perhaps would come back to be biting you on the ass at some point today. Especially if you have training with Natasha.

As your head spun to view the clock next to the nightstand, elicting a loud groan from your lips. It read the time of 6:15AM. That's always your luck, never helping with the concept of you being the polar opposite of a morning person. If anyone was grouchy in the morning it would always be yourself.

Flinging the covers off yourself, grudgingly, you found your legs dragging themselves to the bathroom to have a shower, the need to freshen and wake up becoming excruciatingly stronger by the minute.

The water cascaded down your body, a soft sigh leaving your lips. It warmed you up within the speed of light, relaxing your current running thoughts, muscles relaxing slightly. Taking a shower has always reassured your senses with its water-hug, warm and cozy.

As you dressed for the training, you slipped out of the room deciding to take a small detour around the compound. The passing of Agents in the corridor, seemingly more professional and adjusted to the surroundings of the compound than yourself.

It almost made you shrink into yourself, wanting to knock your confidence. However, Natasha's words from the previous day replayed in your head on repeat, warning your insides for reasons unexplained.

Almost as if by sheer luck you'd past the main lounge of the compound where a few of the known Avengers seemed to be sitting around. That included, Tony, Steve, Wanda and Clint. As if your presence was like a dark shadow lingering into the room, all of their heads seemed to twist into your direction.

One thing you despised being more than anything is being the centre of all attention, eyes gazing on you like you'd become to be on a stage you weren't supposed to take. It bought bile rising from the depths of your stomach up at the mere concept of it.

Yet, their gazes lingered in a none judgmental way, almost like the comfort of understanding, an overwhelming sense but peaceful. Steve was the first to speak up, nodding at you firmly but not with an intensity of malice.

"If you're after the training room, it's just down the hall. Natasha's waiting for you there. Good luck, just believe in yourself."

With a curt, but gentle nod you headed to the training room giving your best definition of a half smile. Though, it probably looked more like a grimace, unintentionally of course.

As you entered the training room, Natasha was working on her punching exercises. Each one better than the last. The glimmer of sweat trickling down her cheeks and side of her hair, shone like water in the moonlight. For a moment you almost stopped to admire her.

However, you'd clearly being staring too long considering, when you came out of your dazed trance, Natasha stood smirking at you. Her head was now tilted to the side, her crimson hair braided and cascading down her shoulders. Immediately you flushed, a sudden realisation you'd been watching her working out, like some puppy in awe of the smallest of things.

"See something that you like?" Her voice carried huskily, but with a hint of a smirk lingering causing your knees to weaken.

Why she was having this effect on you, you'd never know. Part of yourself wished the feeling would vanish, disappearing like particles of atoms into the air. Dust vanishing away, yet another piece of you thrilled for the unknown drawn, the tranquility you felt. It felt exhilarating, the need for an escape.

As your eyes drifted around the room you realised just how much equipment had been invested within the 4 walls. Several different types of equipment were laid out in different selections, ranging from treadmills to yoga mats, leg presser's, even a shooting target range.

"N-No sorry I-" You stuttered still trying to distract your gaze to anything but at the redhead whose smirk had now grown wider.

The pair of you trained for a while, Natasha teaching you combat, which albeit you weren't as talented as herself. Several times she's managed to knock you down and pin you to the ground. Which, just happened to always end up with you looking up at her both your bodies in an extraordinary comprising position.

Natasha, on the other hand never judged you. Her skills and assets were on a scale of unbelievable, making you feel as tiny as an ant. Yet, the redhead never made you feel smaller than herself. She always seemed to root for the best in you, causing you to admire her as the minutes passed on.

"You've got more talent than you know," her voice whispered during the last training session.

Her voice sent a small shiver through your body shooting down your spine, as though a melody yet to be sang was ready to be heard. A soft nod a content true smile painted your lips setting a thousand suns alight.

"Thank you, Romanoff," your voice responded a little stronger than prior.

"Hey to you, it's Natasha."

A soft giggle passed your lips and she smiled, a rare one you could have sworn in the short time including familiarities of SHIELD, had never seen cross her lips before.

"it's like before when you were training me isn't it?" You asked your mouth speaking before your brain.

She simply nodded with a hum, putting herself once again in a position of combat causing you to follow suit. Her hair was now slick with sweat, but yours was drenched. Almost as if you'd been training the whole day, yet in reality it was a simple couple of hours.

"Exactly like before. Just harder and with stronger combat skills and assets."

Before you knew it, the pair of you were back at it. Training like you'd done the several times previously. Your skills had improved remarkably. How you didn't know, perhaps it was her words and further encouragement. Her sense of purpose that brought tranquility to you an ideology of lack of judgment.

One minute you were slightly stumbling and within the blink of an eye, you had her pinned. It was like the world had stopped, her own eyes had widened in shock, your body freezing as though ice had embedded itself within your veins, shocking every atom inside you.

The Natasha Romanoff, had been pinned down onto the floor with you hovering over her. A huge sense of achievement fell over you, a joyful relief that you had finally believed something within your bones for so long.

She felt it too, winking with no insult or any sort of ruined pride. Natasha merely looked and presented herself in a way that ran through to the pit of your stomach.

You scrambled off her slightly embarrassed as reality began to hit you, considering the positions you were currently in. Helping her up, Natasha stood there hands on her hips for a moment analysing you, but for once no feeling of unease overcame you.

"Told you could do it sweetheart," she said wiping her head with a towel.

If words could make your body melt into a puddle, like snow in the winter. You would have right there. Like an icicle on a tree branch waiting for its calling of life that's how you felt. Glistening but melting into bliss.

Natasha headed towards the door, her black tank top sticking to her in a way that was sheer attractive to practically everyone undeniably. Her abs could practically be seen through the material, causing your eyes to look up towards the ceiling scolding every part of your brain.

"Oh and, same time tomorrow," Natasha stated her voice carrying a tinge of something unplaced that caused you to look up at her. Yet she's disappeared through the door before anything more could be thought of it.

That's how it continued. The form of relationship building between yourselves, training continuing everyday. Your combat becoming stronger, fighting harder each time, not only did your skills improve but also your mindset. It began to light up your moments like a firefly, shining thousands of miles into you lighting up a hope in the sky.

There were times Natasha beat you, earning a playful comment from her lips.

"Gotta be faster than that honey," she'd husk out in that voice of hers.

Yet, you never stopped enjoying your training moments, the building of an established unknown. The way you and Natasha formed was rare, unseen and unbecoming, but there was no regret. No simple doubt that you enjoyed the form of relationship the pair of you had formed.

One morning your alarm clock went off once more, 6:15AM on the dot. Making no time to convince yourself to fall back into a peaceful depth of slumber you headed to the shower. Getting ready fast in the morning had become the new norm for you.

You'd managed to get changed at the speed of light hopping around to get into your gym wear. Just as you were about to leave F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up warning you.

"Excuse me Y/N, I was informed to let you know most of the Avengers got called out for an emergency mission. You were called to go on it but, Miss Romanoff debated otherwise."

Your heart sank, upset slightly about the lack of training. You'd become quite accustomed to the way of life in the morning, training with Natasha before amusing yourself for the remainder of the day. However, it sank further when she mentioned Natasha stated she didn't want you there.

Were you not qualified enough? Would you ever be? Your mind spiralled around with overwhelming and overthinking thoughts, like a tornado sweeping through miles of countryside. No, you couldn't do this to yourself again.

The entire day became yourself training practically with little to no breaks, until the very darkness of night emerged the atmosphere, clicking your brain into knowledge.

Taking your last shower felt less like a privilege and more like a burden. Something undeserving, especially when you're clearly not welcome on missions. However, you knew you needed it.

Eventually you'd changed into some warmer fuzzier lounge wear, settling on some grey jumpsuit. It allowed you to feel more relaxed. The feeling sent you into a deep slumber, curled into the couch in a content creation.

A form half leaning on your body caused you to almost jolt awake, but you heard a whisper next to you. For a mere few seconds your surroundings became an enemy, training become reality. Yet, as your eyes adjusted to the light around you an awareness grew within you.

The Avengers were sat down around you, watching some random Christmas film you presumed Sam chose considering the choice. Clint was sat a few feet away glancing at you contently.

"You'll wake her," he mumbled his voice lower than usual that caused an unprovoked raised eyebrow from yourself.

Following his gaze, your heart pounded harder, eyes widening in a sudden surprise. Natasha was lying on your shoulder, her body almost slipping towards your lap. She seemed more at ease than Natasha ever had before.

Like the weight of a thousand worlds, a thousand men had been lifted by one single sleep. No, a single person. You. Her hair was now loose, drifting down her shoulders, making her look almost incredibly soft and it melted every aspect of you.

"She seems exhausted," you murmured without thinking.

"She took the most hits. I know what you were thinking. Natasha she.. She didn't want you on that mission, because she didn't want you hurt. Not because she doubts your capabilities. All I could see was her guilt and want to be back training with you."

Clint's confession and confirmation sent a warmth unexplainable feeling through you. Looking deeper at Natasha, you noticed the cuts and bruises. The winces when the redhead shifted in her sleep. A shatter through your heart came hard, one you had no idea was possible as you glanced softly at the older woman.

She cared. Natasha stirred slightly her eyes fluttering glancing up at you. Her eyes met yours and in that moment it unlocked everything and anything possible. It's said eyes are window's to one's soul. The key to unlocking everything about a person there was to be done.

Glancing at her emerald eyes all you saw was stardust, the pain of stars shimmering thousands of light years away trying to find their way back. She smiled weakly, trying to pull away. However, instead you adjusted Natasha to rest her head on your lap.

A frozen form hit your lap, tense in shock before fully relaxing into your hold. A soft hum left her lips and without thinking you began to caress her hair, bringing her to a warmth blanket of safety.

"She's never like that, looks like you're something," Clint mumbled smirking causing you to roll your eyes.

Natasha wasn't just an assassin, nor an Avenger. Sure you had no doubt words would be interestingly mentioned later when she awoke. Yet for now, as you had previously gazed into her eyes, all you saw was the stars of light wanting a home. Stroking her hair was like touching the star's of the soul itself, no matter the distance they'd always have somewhere or someone to go to.

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swaqcenix · 23 days ago

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hello?.. i'm so glad you're accepting requests! your fanfictions is something. so, can I get nsfw-fanfic with dark!(yandere)Peggy Carter? i mean, i just worship her physical strength, combined with her high level of intelligence and unconditional beauty.

i have no special requirements for the plot, it all depends on your idea, vision. i hope it won't bother you… I will wait patiently for your answer, work, don't worry about it, please.

anddd, I'm well aware that full working days can be very exhausting. so, please take care of your condition and try to be fine. thank you very much :)

also, I love the way you interact with all these people on your blog. you seem like a really comfortable and pleasant person. to be honest, that was almost the main reason I came to you with the request.

I'm just an anxious person and all that.

again, thanks! good luck <3

࿐ ྂTil' the end of Time | Peggy Carter ࿐ྂ

Peggy Carter x fem!reader

Summary: You had one assigned task, help Wanda Maximoff reclaim her boys. Yet entering the multiverse didn't allude you to the concept of falling for someone else entirely, especially when that said woman is on the opposite side and has her mind on other ways to make you her own, no matter the cost nor the price.

Warnings: 18+, dark!peggy carter, yandere!peggy carter x semi-innocent!reader, mentions of obsession and sexual desires, peggy is a whore for reader, slight masturbation (r), semi-public sex, thigh riding, fingering (r)

Pairings: dark yandere!peggy carter x semi-innocent!reader, implied obsessed dark!-ish wanda x naive!reader, kinda forbidden romance(?)

Word Count: 5.4k

DC: cafekitsune

AN: I do apologise this request took me so long to complete, therefore I hope this makes up for it & it's similar/what you wished for. Many thanks nonnie <3

You observed as Wanda found herself lost in her thoughts, within her mind-space and you dare not interrupt the incredible woman.

Her composure mixed with the way she completely handled herself with others allowed you to be enticed into her games, only seeing apart of her she wished for you see.

That being entirely how you found yourself stood along side her as she argued with a man who called himself DR. Strange. Forbidden to ask questions, you only observed- watching from the sidelines.

The older woman forbid you to ask, claiming your brain was too innocent to putty in one's hands to be meddling with things you shouldn't risk falling into. You of course complied, why wouldn't you? If she ordered it you must follow it was the laws of the game.

"Wanda, it's for the better cause enough of this foolishness," Strange tried his best to reason with her.

Her response in retaliation was simply a scoff as Wanda shook her head, almost as if her mind couldn't comprehend the seriousness of his statement. She glanced towards you and you knew that meant don't react, not unless it was of dire need, if the tip of the axis couldn't cope with the situation anymore.

"Don't speak to me of foolishness Stephen Strange," the poisonous venom slipped from her lips.

Had you not known the woman, you'd dared to have run. Sprinting for your life as though the beast of the night, the slender man himself had dared cross through the worlds of the unknown. While you knew she wouldn't hurt you right now, Wanda would within reason. Use you as an outlet and your innocence, your mindset and soul would allow her. Perhaps to a certain extent it would stop, but for now she'd be allowed.

The tension of the room changed and you tilted your head in a way of lost morality. You didn't quite understand the extent of the situations around you, only simply observing as you were commanded to. Your parents needed it, she would protect them if you followed so you did. Your mindset drifted away, lost in the multiverse until the redheads voice brought you back to reality.

"Foolishness is thinking you can cross me, thinking you can even remotely challenge me," she stated and you saw from the corner of your eye the eye-roll of the older man.

A feeling of relief succumb over you when you realised Wanda hadn't inspected nor noticed herself. You weren't actually sure why the relief was settling into your stomach though. Maybe it was due to the oncoming storm you could only cease to imagine she would cause perhaps because you wouldn't be punished, but the feeling was there.

The redhead often liked to punish you for things that tended to not be your fault in any cause of their own. Sometimes it was due to people getting too close for her liking other times it was 'simply because she could,' in her words. Despite your mindset, your very essence knowing it was wrong morally in every way anticipated you allowed her to, you allowed yourself to indulge with the hopes one day you'd escape.

"Your children are not real, it's a fantasy. It's an illusion that you're so far down you've managed to convince yourself that Wanda," the man spoke with a desperation but his voice clung to the side of assertiveness.

The witch simply scoffed before turning her back to him and the child. America as she was called was analysing you trying to work you out in ways nobody could. You couldn't help the sense of guilt you had towards her, your mind dancing away with thoughts of anger and wishing of betrayal.

Wanda simply began casting her magic around the room, not in the deadly sense but in an act of dominance trying to prove her mindset and reasonings. A gasp almost slipped past your lips of as memories of what you presumed to be her children danced and shone through the room illuminating it with a light now lost.

Stephen then turned to you in a way to control the situation, even now he was trying to turn and bend reality into his own, you must admire him for that.

"And her?" His voice was assertive, looking at you in a way of confusion laced with sympathy.

Wanda sneered, her voice laced with such venom at the small concept of him even acknowledging you let alone touching you. Your back shivered at the sound, blood freezing like ice on a frozen lake.

"You don't even look at her, she's none of your concern, Strange," her eyes bored into his own.

His face morphed into one of curiosity mixed with concern. Tilting his head towards you, it's almost like he was trying to analyse your soul and your every movement. An unsettling feeling was stirring in the pit of your stomach.

Your head looked towards Wanda and for once you saw the look of worry in her eyes as she looked at you. It was almost like she knew something was arising before you did, her eyes softening for a moment looking at him.

"No," she looked at Stephen knowing what he was about to do.

"Please," it was the first time you'd heard her voice so gentle and it was unnervingly unsettling.

It ripped into your core into your very soul, your mind and blood freezing on the spot. Everything you knew was changing around you and with a swirl of his hands orange went dancing around your body, captivating you in a sea of a trance, a sea of monsters and a sea of danger.

The blackness over took you within seconds, a voice echoing twice in your head. Wanda's screams inside the back of your mind, yet a voice dragging you through the damage. It was sweetly warm, sweet like candy, but it sounded deadly. It was once again something or someone you felt drawn to.

"Y/N?" The world went silent as a shield of what one would depict as heaven appeared in your vision, before all you saw was a captivating darkness.

Blurring lights and the sound of muffled noises, although being unable to make out what they were- was the first thing you felt. Your head felt dazed and confused, like you'd been underwater or trapped in a nightmare for years on end.

You often wondered if that's how Steve felt coming out of the ice, but then again he was dragged out of the ice 66 years after his time, poor fella.

You squinted your eyes more, not daring to make a sound. Not knowing your location was fearful enough but after spending so much time with Wanda, becoming accustomed to spending time in the shadows was what you did best. The room eventually adjusted to your eyesight and it seemed.. quaint?

To the left of your was a dressing table, littered with soft trinkets. Perfume's laying out in a rather specific order and a photo of someone you'd rather say was beautiful. Beautiful appeared to be an understatement, she seemed absolutely captivating. Something about that photo drew you in, like a mouse heading straight for the trap.

Trying to sit up, you managed before your head felt like it was being hit by a hammer, your vision was still adjusting to it's surroundings. A groan elicited from your lips, echoing through what you felt was an eerily quiet room.

A noise brought you from your thoughts, the sound of an opening door, before it shut once more. Blinking several times, your eyes drifted to the noise in question as you saw her. The woman from what you presumed to be photo stood there, elegantly dressed, the only thing that felt off about her was a belt that held up her outfit, a shield hooked onto the front.

She carried herself through the room with poise and composure, her hands drifting with her almost as if she was royalty from inside and out. You heard her muffled voice next to you and found your head shaking by itself, trying to make hearing easier for yourself.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Relax. Try to get some rest," her voice soothed you in a way you seemed to find alluring.

You tried to turn your head in her direction, your vision still making it hard to depict her features exactly. A touch on your skin made a gasp slip past your plump lips. Her hand was touching your arm, you felt it cold almost like ice, but the ice was soothing your hot pale skin, the contrast was exactly what you needed.

You felt your body almost sigh out as you drifted into a peaceful content slumber. Shutting your eyes and you heard her voice in the distance, soothing you into comfort.

The next time you woke, you heard a kettle boiling from another room. This time, your vision seemed to completely adjust to your surroundings, unlike before.

The four walls that surrounded you seemed to be painted in a sea of green, an earthly kind. It was almost trying to ground you to the exact place you seemed to reside in right now. Your curiosity got the better of you, legs slipping out the covers of what was in fact one of the most comfortable beds you'd laid on.

Standing up for a moment caused your legs to wobble, almost like you were bambi on ice; new to walking a fresh babe to the earth itself. Leaning your body weight on the headboard, you grasped it tightly allowing yourself to adjust to standing once more.

You did wonder if Stephen travelled that way how he himself wasn't like you every time, there was no way you could do that every time.

Deciding to venture out of what had been your cocoon of dreams, heading towards the broken oak door, standing firm and tall in front of you. Grasping the handle you turned and made your way into what appeared to be the sitting room.

Your head tilted to the left slightly as you saw aa kitchen well stocked, pans and pottery laid out neatly. It seemed a comfortable home, but it didn't stop you from being weary. It never stopped Hansel and Gretel eating the sweets especially with the way it seemed appetising so you knew better than that.

"You don't have to creep about you know?"

A voice so soft you might have missed it, gently passed through the room. Your body tensed up and you didn't known whether you'd stopped breathing or not but it certainly felt that way.

Turning your head in the direction of the voice, it lead your eyes straight to a little arm chair. The face was hidden behind a newspaper legs crossed underneath as the woman's high heels perched just above the floor. Slowly, the newspaper lifted itself down and a sudden gasp nearly elicited from your lips at the sight.

You'd been familiar with this face before. Back when you were a previous assistant within the avengers tower you'd heard whispers through the walls, the hallways. Steve's lover. Or was lover and by the gods you couldn't blame him she was indeed stunning.

Her hair was pinned loosely around her, suiting her frame so well as her chocolate curls contained a certain bounce. A burgundy coat above the top of a white blouse completed with a loosely waisted skirt and heels. You'd noticed that her lips in the process had tilted up and it was then you'd realised you'd been staring for a period of time, embarrassingly.

"You've been staring for a period of time darling, aren't you going to say anything? Or at least sit. Please, I do insist," her voice carried while a soft tone a hint of demand was hidden underneath.

Your feet moved before your mind did, before you knew it you were sat cross legged upon a chaise lounge she had in the corner just mere feet away from her. She tilted her head almost in curiosity expecting something from you and you couldn't remain quiet anymore.

"Where am I?" Your voice quivered and you damned yourself for having lack of confidence.

The brunette let out a low hum, placing her newspaper to the side before bringing her hangs to clasp together on her knees.

"At the moment you're in my apartment complex but it's not the time period you're all too familiar with. It's 1946, June the 15th to be exact," her voice carried with such elegance it shivered you to the core.

Your eyes darted around the room unsure of how to even respond to anything. Your mind was spinning with several thoughts, Wanda being one of them.

Yet, almost as if she could read your mind the voice of the ever so graceful woman carried itself through the room, her eyes fixed on you. The newspaper discarded to the side as her eyes bore into your own.

"She doesn't need to be your concern dear, not now and not ever. That much I can promise," her thick british accent sending shivers down your spine and embarrassingly places you wish it wasn't hitting.

Feet carrying you first, you tried to make a bee-line to the door. Why on earth you thought that would make sense you'd never know. After all it was 1946, you'd have the issue of being stuck in a time period that had no care for yourself.

A deep chuckle bounced through the room as the brunette stood up, her heels making her presence known to you. It was as she stood up, her fingers flexed on the door handle you saw how.. flexed she was. Your eyes hadn't meant to but her shoulder's seemed muscular and her upper arms seemed to be bulging with power. Eyes flying all over her figure before bouncing back to her own face you flushed at being caught.

You were just going to have to grin and bare it. That was all you could do, it wasn't like the company was unbearable. Especially when you were stuck with someone who made you feel indescribable feelings all over as such as she did.

Tea was made every morning at 8:15am on the dot, no exceptions. You'd learnt to adjust to Peggy Carter's schedule. Not that you'd had scarcely any choice. Stepping out of line meant the handcuffs came out. It was for your own good, for protection.

Though the days melted and merged into one. You'd never been allowed to touch much of the outside world, for her fear of a pretty thing like yourself being unable to be kept safe from the dangers of men and the prospect of the hatred in humanity. That's what she told you.

Who were you to question any of it? To question her authority. You'd be allowed snippets of the world around you through newspapers and glimpses through window's and the radio's but that was all. Her pretty little pet kept safe through her 4 walls of apartment complex.

She was always out saving the world with her intense captain america shield. Peggy caught you glancing constantly at her muscles, they seemed so well sculpted it was almost like art work.

"Careful sweetheart, if you stare any longer you'll find yourself encapsulated within these muscles yourself," though you weren't sure what that meant.

The drifting sounds of moans and sweat echoed throughout the rooms constantly, yet you dare not venture out at night for fear of punishment. You didn't mind pushing the boundaries of the older woman, but pressing too far could result in consequences you dare not cross.

The green door had always crossed your mind though. The one hidden away with lock and key, unable to be touched, to be seen within. Your mind constantly drifted to it, it was like a sinful prospect one for an innocent mind like your own couldn't touch. You'd been caught many times trying to sneak in.

"Maybe one day you'll learn your lesson hm? I'm only trying to protect your dumb brain from the less of innocence content within those walls," Peggy constantly chided you.

That's how you found yourself now. Reading yet another daily newspaper of the New York Times, leg's crossed underneath you. Lips tilted upwards as you saw another photo of Peggy in her suit, shield clasped tightly in hand admiring her work for the city and almost how she protected the world.

As your eyes darted around the page, you felt an oncoming wetness hit your core that made you feel embarrassingly sick to your stomach in more ways than one. How can one simple woman in a suit, despite it being so well fitted- have such an affect on you?

A cough from the door brought you from your thoughts and you lifted your head up slowly. Peggy stood in a trench coat, doing well to hide her suit underneath but her hands despite her well painted nails seemed so.. strong it took everything in you not to shiver.

"I'm going out for a little while, I shouldn't be too long. Try not to injure yourself while I'm gone won't you sweetheart," Her voice carried such authority laced with something of poison.

All you could do was nod fast, words unable to form past your lips. You were no longer frail and afraid to talk, not always anyway. You'd have responded had it not been for the images dancing through your mind, one that you had no doubt she was aware of. Peggy loved to play games with you and your authority had little to none existent in this world. Not that it ever existed before with Wanda.

Her heels hit the floor in a pace indicating to you wherever she needed to be apparently wasn't planned. In the period of time that you'd resided here it had come to your attention she was never late for anything. If on the very rare occasion she was she always stood by the same motto- 'I'm not late, everyone else is merely early,' with no one daring to argue otherwise.

Deciding to busy yourself as you heard her apartment door shut and the sound of her becoming more and more distant, you'd settled on a little cleaning. What else was there for you to do?

Beginning in the pantry, you dusted the back of the cupboard, moving pots and pan's. The old tea-set hidden away for occasions not yet known to you. It spoke so clearly of Peggy in ways, yet her brawny self often contradicted the dainty tea-set.

As you moved from room to room, the minutes merged into one and you hadn't the faintest idea with how much time had passed. You never did when staying here though, given up hope of seeing Wanda or your own universe once more. Yet, the thought of leaving Peggy left an unsettling feeling in your stomach, twisting and turning it.

As your mind drifted over to the woman who often danced through your thoughts you'd approached her room. You'd scarcely ever come in here, only if you'd had a nightmare like a frightened child.

Even then, she'd escort you back to your own room slipping in with you. Her arms wrapping around you like a beacon- despite the feeing of a predatory approach lingering in the atmosphere.

The red door creaked open, the familiar squeak invading your senses. The smell hit you instantly, a rich taste of perfume's and spices. It smelt like a fragrance of cherry's and cinnamon. It was mixed with something of poisonous ivy the lingering metallic taste of blood and lust.

Feet carrying you forward, your eyes couldn't help but linger through the room. The bedsheets laying in front of you caused your mind to drift to places that were dark and sinfully dirty. It was wrong, toxic and barbaric but you couldn't resist.

Moving towards her vanity mirror with an auburn desk, you tried your best to clean and not allow your mind to succumb to disdainful feelings. Fingers drifting with a duster, until your hand grazed over her red laced panties.

Fingers touching the undergarments your mind screamed at you to stop, you weren't a prying kind. Peggy would scold you perhaps even kill you if she discovered what you were doing.

The thought's of calling her Captain Carter as her brazen hands, muscles and mouth moved over you. It was wrong, unthinkable but your mind was doing the thinking without intention. Your fingers had found their way into your underwear, rubbing you fast on your clit, needing the stimulation.

Moans slipped past your lips as your mind was falling so far underneath the covers of Peggy Carter; the lustful thoughts of her muscles, her tanned skin and that smart brain of hers. You'd almost fallen down onto the sheets themselves throwing all care of being caught to hell. That was until it caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

A silver key hung upon the the nail on the wall dangling in the light. Your hand lifted slowly from your underwear your innocent mind once more taking over as your feet moved before your mind. It was shaped in such a way of an elderly metal anyone would deem it out of place.

Instantly you thought of that one thing, the one forbidden moment of this apartment not even you had seen her enter as far as your knowledge went. At least not with your presence around Peggy. That one oak-green door. It was seen as the most important part of the apartment that remained untouched by you, forbidden fruit that you wanted to taste.

How or why you did not know, but your legs seemed to move without a sense of thought, moving without your mind instructing so. Drifting until you stood upon it, that one forbidden room calling you like a shadow of death in the night.

Shaking hands rose from your pocket, key clasped tightly within your nimble fingers. The silver object looked worn down, almost making your insides twisted and blood cold. Why, you were unsure perhaps it was due to the fear it wouldn't fit. Yet if it did, what would you find beyond.

Without second guessing yourself, the silver rusty key slit into the hole without hesitation. Your hands jittered with exhilaration and nerves, but it was too late to turn back now.

The door shifted from its hinges slowly creaking open, instinctively making you shut your eyes for some unknown involuntary reason. Shuffling into the room, floorboards creaked beneath your shoes and each breath you released made you shiver to your core.

Creaking open an eyelid you were met with an aurora of a red dimmed room, barely seeable to the naked eye. No other colours seemed to shine through, bare the slightest light from the door you had now stepped foot through. Turning your head to the left a glimpse of something hanging in a rather clipped row had caught your eye.

A strung of photo's lay out in a pegged line, seemingly drying off as though recently hung there. Others beneath them in a watery substance to which you were assumed to waiting for development. As your feet dragged your body forward, heading further into the room you came to a halt. A strange sense of bile rose up to your stomach, good or bad you were unaware until your eyes focused further upon the images.

A deep cold ice, ran through your veins as you focused on the pictures in front of your very eyes, heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. Everywhere you now looked you saw them all, everything.

Photo's of yourself hung on the walls, lining the string and if you looked down at the one's being developed you could make the outline of your facial shape.

Some seemed merely innocent enough, tea preparing in the kitchen taken from all at different angles. Cooking, reading even shoe polishing and cleaning seemed to picture you on her walls. Yet they were the least of the incriminating elements of the bunch. Turning on your heels ever so slightly you saw the others.

Painted upon the thin string was photo's of you in compromising positions, some asleep, covers half pulled down. Others taken from some form of secret angle as you were bathing in what you assumed to be secrecy. Every aspect of your life you presumed to be private no longer seemed so and you weren't sure whether you could stand it.

Hands drifted along the images, an unexplainable pit filled your lower region causing a heavy blush to form on cheeks, filling you up with desire and a heavy need. Yet, you should not feel this way. The older woman had invaded you, sneaked and snooped in areas one should not dare, yet it thrilled you.

The door behind your body creaked shut and your entire body froze up in fear, as though death itself had walked over your grave. It couldn't be? You didn't even hear Peggy enter the apartment, let alone walk around the floorboards.

Eyes fixated on the photo's you body shivered, not daring to move from your position, feet fixated on one point of the floorboard. You felt shuffling behind you, silent like a predator obsessed and desperate for its prey.

An aroma of her perfume invaded your senses from behind, her breath heavy on your neck. It was like a metallic malice drifting around the room, drawing you into the forbidden touch.

"I see you're incapable of following my instructions hm," her sultry but strict voice broke the inevitable silence.

"I'm um.." You began to stutter but a hand clasped over your mouth silencing you instantly.

Her perfectly red painted nails curled just perfectly around your plump lips, for some reason allowing even further heat to hit your core. It embarrassed you, you shouldn't feel this way considering you weren't really residing her by choice. Yet something about Peggy made you fall deeper into her trap.

"It was inevitable you'd be unable to resist the door of temptation eventually. I was merely waiting how long it would take you," she whispered huskily.

Her hands drifted down your waist, her face now pressed into the crook of your neck causing your entire body to shake with adrenaline. Her nose breathed in your scent and Peggy let out a heated heavy sigh, causing your legs to go to jelly.

"You see these photo's of you hm?" She asked and you could tell it wasn't a rhetorical question.

However, your brain was so foggy all you could do was merely nod as her teeth very lightly nipped at the nape of your neck causing a sharp gasp to slip past your lips. Though you couldn't see her, it was easy to guess a devious smirk was curled up on her face as her hands drifted down to your hips.

"This was what I saw everyday while you traipsed around my apartment, morning noon and night. You sweet little essence carrying through my 4 walls. Wanda thought she had you, she never touched you did she?" Peggy asked quizzically as her hands yanked your hips tighter to your own.

A small whimper left your lips as you tried to tilt your head into her direction. Yet, that earned you a small slap on your inner thigh and a moan gasped past your plump lips.

"Oh sweet girl, you're so innocent you don't know what I mean by touch you do you?" Her voice sounded possessive now almost like a venom had taken over poisoning through her veins.

"N-Not fully, I don't think you should-" you tried to mumble through her hand but it was clasped tightly over your mouth.

Her thick muscles drifted down your body, strong hands caressing the skin of your hips setting your bones alight. A slick sticky wetness began to form in a place that made you blush, one you felt once before when Wanda had accidentally walked in on you changing.

Yet, she merely looked you up and down like a pawn in a game, no serious interest within you and slammed the door shut. Peggy was different, the older woman seemed to want to worship you like the gods had created you for herself to admire and fawn over.

Her thigh slid between your legs causing your head to fly back in ecstasy and a deep chuckle left Peggy's lips. Her fingers marvelled over your now revealing skin, since she'd unknowingly to yourself ripped your pants off.

"Oh, but I think I should teach you a lesson. I may have wanted you to find this room, but did I give you permission?"

A low whimper left your lips which earned a hard growl from Peggy and her knee pressed harder in between your core, almost painfully as she cupped her cheek with her firm fingers.

"I asked you a question, answer it darling," she instructed firmly.

"No, no you didn't."

With that her hand slipped into your underwear rubbing hard and fast without mercy, causing you to cry out. If it wasn't for her strong grip on you, your legs would have turned to absolute jelly.

Peggy slipped to fingers into you, pumping ferociously causing you to let out a muffled scream. You'd never felt this feeling before, it was pleasurable. It was painful but like a thousand butterflies dancing within your stomach travelling down your body.

Shaking you found your own hips jerking up to meet her hard thrusts earning you a significantly hard bite on the side of your neck. Instantly, you knew it was bound to create a deep purple mark on your skin, as Peggy marked her territory. Her hands roaming your body, her muscular biceps you felt behind you now slick with sweat, the scent driving you into bliss.

A tight knot formed within your stomach as Peggy added yet another finger, her thrusts getting more intense with further intention. It was clear she wanted to possess your body, obsess over it in fact. Yet, there was nothing you could do to stop her, no power you held, no gods could halt the course of events unfolding. Even as you screamed her name, like the 4 walls were the only thing that could hear you she didn't slow down and a vision of white before darkness fell.

All you could hear was whispers of her voice, "That's my girl."

The painful sounds of shouting was what awakened you from your own mind, distant voices and the clashing of battles closing within you. Eyes flickering, for a moment assuming it was a dream, yet as your eyes flickered down you realised the dreaded yet somehow anticipating truth.

It was anything, but a dream. Eyes flickering down, you felt her strong hands once again caressing your skin, but your location was different now. Surroundings seeming off, vision trying to focus once more. A realisation hit you that Peggy had brought you to the midst of a battlefield with none other than Stephen Strange & Wanda Maximoff.

She was holding her shield, stretching it to an unbelievable degree as her other hand caressed your skin roughly. A sharp pain hit your lower core, glancing down realising she was making you ride her thigh. Not only that, you were hers to obsess over in front of everyone & while you should feel shame, you did not.

Instead as she made you fall over the edge again and again, not holding back once. Wanda and Stephen could do nothing but attempt to fight Peggy to gain you back from the clutches of the older one's arms. She whispered dirty thoughts within your ear, painting your face into a beetroot red colour.

"Imagine my shield being your way of getting off sweetheart, just look at how beautiful you look on my thigh," She continued to whisper somehow her strength being able to fight against the others.

Peggy was many things, possessive, obsessive and completely determined to keep you within her grasp. Even as her body was slick with sweat from fighting and using you as her outlet she was like a beauty of a goddess sent from heaven and hell to use you as she pleased. A constant battle of your vision fading in and out as you let the strength of the woman carry you into your bliss over and over again, broke everything in you making something more.

"Mine," was all you heard from the woman caressing your skin roughly, her callous hands sending you into a starlight of galaxy releasing all over her thigh once more.

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