#natasha pulling crystal's hair

[female-buckets]

This is so intricate. It's like a renaissance painting.

[thestarkinternship]

Gorgeous

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: You have a boyfriend, and Bucky knows this. But there's nothing that the two of you hate more than what you can't have.

Word Count: 2.8k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, cheating, praise, slight exhibitionism (communal area of the compound), 18+, minors DNI!

A/N: Okay I'm slowly finding my footing in writing stuff like this, but I'm really happy with how this turned out. Inspired by the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift - expect a lot more one shots inspired by songs, I have a whole list!

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"I can't believe your boyfriend let you come here alone tonight."

You turned your head to see Bucky Barnes, with his signature smirk plastered on his face. Great. So much for a chilled night in of drinks with your teammates. Now you'd be spending the whole evening staring at his stupidly smug face. A face that was impossibly good looking. His jawline alone looked like it could've been carved from stone, and his full lips that were only good for sarcastic comments.

Stop it. You have a boyfriend. You scolded yourself.

Instead, you tried to remind yourself of the negatives (not that there were many). Beneath the obvious attraction, you found his arrogant yet charming personality infuriating. And that was before you guys added alcohol into the mix.

Leaning back against the counter to your side, his arm brushed up against yours. The supple leather of his jacket sparked tension and goosebumps as it glided across the exposed skin of your bare arm.

You rolled your eyes at him, shifting to put a little much needed distance between the pair of you for good measure. You wanted to ignore him. To not bite at his obvious flirtatious taunts. But you couldn't resist. "What? You mean I can't hang out with friends without my boyfriend's approval? He doesn't own me, you know. I can do whatever I damn well please."

Bucky's smile twisted into a crooked grin as he raised his mismatched hands in defence. "Alright, alright. You're your own woman and all that. So, if he's not here tonight breathing down your neck, where is he?"

"He's at a club downtown." You told him, reaching for a bottle of liquor. If you were going to have this conversation about your missing boyfriend with the most infuriating member of the team, you definitely needed another drink.

"Oh yeah? And what's so important that he's gotta tear himself away from you?" Bucky asked, cocking his head to one side.

"God knows what." You muttered under your breath. The truth was, your relationship had been rocky for a while. You couldn't seem to agree on anything lately. And spending time together? You'd forgotten what that felt like. More and more, he had been staying out late, every feeble excuse causing deeper cracks in your fragile love life.

But you didn't need to say any of this to his face. It was like Bucky could read your mind. Now, he looked you up and down. "Well, he's really missing out."

Bucky's flirting, whilst harmless most of the time, was really starting to get to you tonight. And he looked so gorgeous doing it that it made you mad.

"Why are you with him anyway? Isn't he a little old for you?" He teased, sipping his drink. The ice cubes bobbed in his whiskey, clinking against the crystal glass.

"He's not that much older than me," you pointed out, "God forbid I dare to like an older man."

"Maybe it's not the fact that you like an older man that I'm questioning." Bucky mumbled under his breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Your eyes narrowed. But no sooner had the question left your lips had you started to figure out the intention of his words all by yourself.

Could it be the fact that you were dating an older man that wasn't him?

Not wanting to wait for Bucky to confirm this thought, you downed your glass and walked off to find Natasha. Maybe it was the quick rush of alcohol as it flooded your senses, but your heart was definitely beginning to beat faster.

-

You had managed to avoid Bucky for the rest of the night. Every time you caught his eye, you quickly redirected your gaze elsewhere. You engrossed yourself in gossip with Natasha, in jokes with Sam, and in drinking games with Yelena. But not even the best distraction in the world could take away the thoughts of your earlier conversation with the super soldier. And when your boyfriend text you, saying not to bother waiting up for him, it only got worse. Why were you so concerned with maintaining a relationship with someone who didn't share the same sentiment?

"Hey, I think i'm gonna head to bed." Natasha slurred after a while, nudging you slightly and pulling you from your thoughts into the present. Her eyes seemed weary as her drunken state turned into one of exhaustion.

"It is getting quite late." You sighed and scanned the room. The once full lounge had dwindled into strays as the Avengers slowly retired to bed one by one as the night had gone on. Now, only a couple remained. You finally couldn't resist sneaking a glance at Bucky across the room. Almost immediately, your brain spiralled and you had unwillingly allowed your mind to once again be consumed by him.

Biting your lip, you tried not to admire the way he looked tonight. Maybe it was the drinks taking effect, but even you had to admit Bucky was looking better than ever. His black t-shirt pulled taunt across his chest, looking like it could rip open with even the smallest twitch of his muscles. That particular image lingered in your mind longer than you would've liked, or cared to admit. Lustful thoughts suppressed those of guilt. Granted, simply possessing sinful ideas wasn't cheating. But if you didn't get rid of them soon, who knows what they might cause you to do?

Natasha hopped off the bar stool, her feet wobbling as she reached the ground. "You coming?"

As you looked into her eyes, it was clear that she knew something was up with you. But she couldn't quite put her finger on what. Maybe that was for the best.

"I think I might hang out here for a little longer." You said slowly, trying to keep your voice light and casual.

"You sure?" Natasha pushed, her eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.

"Yeah, I'm not really tired." You shrugged, giving her a small smile in an attempt to appease her curiosity.

After a long minute, Natasha relaxed. "Okay. If you insist."

You exhaled a small sigh of relief. "Goodnight, Nat. See you at training tomorrow."

The red head squeeze your arm gently as she left. Sat there alone, you realised how quiet the large room had become. You nursed your empty glass for a moment longer before setting it down on the counter top. In the absence of the party music, the clink it made against the marble surface was deafening in the newfound silence. You swore you actually saw Bucky flinch a little bit from the opposite side of the room.

"What are you still doing up? You waiting for your boyfriend or something?" He asked quietly.

"He's… he's not coming back tonight," you mumbled, "apparently going out with people he doesn’t even know is more important than my feelings."

Bucky's eyes filled with pity as he looked at you. "Oh, that's- i'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It's not your fault that my relationship's on the rocks." You mumbled, even though deep down, you knew that wasn't exactly the truth.

"It is?" He asked. Curiosity got the better of him, and Bucky closed the distance between the two of you as he walked over.

You nodded, not trusting your words until you gave yourself time to think.

"Am I allowed to ask why? Or are you going to ignore me again like you have for the whole night?" His tone was mocking, but underneath there was a softer edge. Bucky had been hurt by your ignorance.

You sighed, feeling bad about how you were acting towards him. It wasn't fair, but what could you say? You hesitated a little, but decided to be honest. "You should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you."

Bucky's face twisted in confusion. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

It was now or never.

"Every time I look into your eyes, I feel like I might sink and drown and die." You whispered. You had never meant it more than you did in that moment. Right now, they were flashing deep blue, a vast ocean as he studied you.

But the truth was finally out there, and Bucky was just as surprised as you were that you had finally come out with it. He stayed quiet, and you took the opportunity to continue.

"I can't stop myself from being attracted to you."

"You have a boyfriend." He muttered, looking away.

"I know. And there's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. That's why i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way."

Bucky's jaw clicked as his eyes flickered up and down your face, waiting for you to say you were messing with him. When you didn't, he groaned at the position you were putting him in. Finally, his flirtatious comments had wormed their way into your head, and he didn't know how to behave anymore. He wanted you. He had been wanting you ever since he'd laid eyes on you.

With the increasing urge to act on his heart rather than his head, Bucky's resilience weakened. As you stood in front of him, cheeks flushed rosy with nerves and eyes bright with what could only be described as hope, his heart pounded in his chest.

Then, he decided to hell with it - if you could be honest, so could he. "You're ruining my life by not being mine, doll."

Fuck it.

Your lips were on his in a second, taking his breath away and keeping it for yourself. Curling your hands through his hair, you pulled his head closer as your nails scratched lightly at the nape of his neck. He hissed into your mouth slightly, and the sound faded into a soft moan. His hands ran down your back to your hips, digging into the soft flesh. Tracing the waistband of your skirt, Bucky smirked as he heard your delicate breathing hitch. He pulled back an inch, equally as flustered.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you." You whispered.

His lips sucked at the sweet spot on your neck before leaning into your ear. "Mm, is that so? What about-"

"Don't say his name. Not now." You whispered.

His wrists jerked violently, spinning you around in his arms. His chest pressed up against your back, his heart beating fast. Bucky's lips met your neck in gentle kisses, and your head fell slack back against his shoulder. Goosebumps arose as he gently teased your skin. Pulling your hips back with his left hand, he pushed your back forwards with his right. You barely had enough time to brace yourself before your front sprawled out across the marble. The cold from his vibranium fingertips spread like a chill up your spine.

Before you could protest, you felt his hand slide up the inside of your thighs. He lifted the hem of your skirt up, deliberating taking his time as he marvelled at the slow reveal of your bare skin. Shivering, your hips pushed back needily against his. He groaned under his breath as he felt your desperation. Through his tight jeans, you could feel his hardening cock straining in the denim.

His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, already slick with your arousal. He toyed with the damp fabric, moving it aside before pushing one finger gently into you. That first moment of intimate contact between the two of you was heavenly. As Bucky's finger stroked upwards against that sweet spot, you bit your lip to suppress a moan.

"Don't be shy, princess. It's okay, I know how much you want this," Bucky murmured, daring to add another finger, "let me hear those pretty sounds."

When he added that second finger, you were done for. Your mouth fell open and you couldn't hold back any more. They curled inside of you, brushing that sensitive spot over and over again. With your eyes rolling back into your head, you finally gave in to him and let out every single noise you'd been holding back. The soft cries fell from your lips as he pushed you so close to the edge with his fingers alone.

"That's it, baby. God, you sound like heaven. Can't wait to hear what noise you make when I finally take you."

Just as you teetered the edge of your orgasm, he snapped you back from that ledge with the sudden loss of his touch. You opened your mouth to complain when you heard the metal buckle of his belt clatter as he undid it. Bucky stepped closer, and you felt the head of his cock push between your folds. Nudging your legs slightly further apart, Bucky leaned against you. He rubbed back and forth slowly, every second feeling like an hour.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked in a hushed voice. It was a sharp contrast to how his previous behaviour, but his need for your consent on actually going through with cheating on your boyfriend outweighed his desire for you.

You hesitated, the reality of what was about to happen finally settling in your brain. As guilty as you felt, this was what you wanted. For so long, you had felt so much shame in your pining. But Bucky wasn't judging you for it. He was more than willing to comply, if it was what you truly wanted. And in that moment with one simply nod, you decided that it was.

With that, his hands trailed up to your hips, gripping slightly as he eased into you. Your breathing hitched at the stretch as your body adjusted to his size. It wasn't like your boyfriend was small, but damn - Bucky was something else entirely.

He didn't stop until he was fully seated in you, his hips meeting yours. The sensation was everything you imagined and more. Filled to the brim with the breath knocked out of you, your eyelids fluttered shut.

"Fuck, doll. Look at you, taking it all so well." His sweet murmurs fell from his lips as he breathed heavily.

He drew his hips back slowly, before moving back in. Bucky listened to your quiet purrs, carefully increasing his pace the more he sensed you relaxed. Before long, he was pounding into you as fast as his body would allow. He kept his focus on the sight of you in front of him, back arched across the counter top taking every inch of him that he had to give you. His hand slid up your back, reaching for your hair and grasping it in his fist. You whimpered as he tugged on your hair, forcing your head upwards. It was something you'd never done before and by the way your walls clenched around him, Bucky could tell you were enjoying it.

"Feel so good around me…" Bucky breathed, his grip on your hips getting tighter with every thrust.

Every sharp thrust from him pushed you closer to the edge that he had previously kept you from. But this time, Bucky had no intention of stopping. Your body jerked underneath him, feet leaving the ground with every swift snap of his hips. Tiny stars clouded your vision, and you reached out to grasp the counter top to steady yourself from his relentless rhythm. Your jaw fell slack open, struggling to get any noise out besides heavy pants.

"Bucky, I-" You eventually managed to choke out.

"I know, doll. I know. Let go." He moaned.

With his permission, you finally allowed yourself to reach your climax. Tiny gasps and whimpers slipped out from you as you squeezed around his cock one final time. The pulsing sensation was all it took to send Bucky spiralling after you. He let out a string of curse words through gritted teeth as he spilled deep inside of you. Bucky stayed where he was for a moment, allowing you both a minute to catch your breath before pulling out. You winced at the sudden empty feeling, a dull ache from the absent presence of him already settling between your thighs. Bucky pulled your soaked panties back into place and readjusted your skirt back to its original position. Slowly, you eased yourself up from the counter top he had had you pressed firmly against. Turning to look at him, you saw that his cheeks were just as red as yours. The corners of his lips turned into a smile as he saw your face again, and you couldn't help but match it.

"So," he chuckled, "about you not being mine…"

Glancing down at the ground, your blush deepened. The last few minutes had cemented everything you had been wondering for weeks. The feelings in your heart had always belonged to Bucky, even if the common sense in your brain had not. Yeah. You and your boyfriend were definitely over after this.

[ily-fictional-women]

Rumors

Summary: A Russian. A cold-blooded killer. An assassin. Or at least that’s what they say about the new recruit in SHIELD. And the worst part is, Y/n will have to work with her without knowing if these rumors are true.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader + platonic!Maria Hill x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know.

Word count: 3526

a/n: Y/n/l is for your last name since y'all voted for that one the most. Also this was supposed to a be a quick one shot but I kind of got carried away. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

Y/n lugs her duffle bag over her shoulder before jumping off the helicopter and feeling the adrenaline from her mission finally subside. Already going on autopilot to her bunk, she’s suddenly stopped. Y/n rubs her eyes, “Maria? What do you want? I’m trying to go to my bunk right now.” Maria holds out a file to Y/n, “Fury wants to talk mission prep with you.”

Taking the file reluctantly Y/n gives her a tight-lipped smile, “Thanks Maria.” As Y/n walked off towards Fury’s office she could hear the other woman holler, “And for the last time L/n, It's Hill. Agent Hill.” Y/n laughs out loud, “And last I checked Hill we’ve been friends way before SHIELD.”

Maria slowly follows Y/n with a grin, “Then as your friend, I should tell you that apparently you’re working with the new rookie everyone’s been talking about.” Y/n immediately stops mid-step, turning to face her friend. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” Y/n groans. “I already don’t like working in teams, but a rookie who’s an emotionless assassin is crossing the line.”

Maria lets out a soft laugh at Y/n’s dramatics. “Just go talk to Fury, Y/n.” Y/n gives her a sarcastic shocked look, “Whoa whoa whoa now. I thought we were on a last-name basis, Agent Hill.”

“Stop stalling and just go Y/n/l.”

Y/n lets out a deep sigh, “Fine”

//

Finally making it to Fury's office Y/n knocks on the open door. “ Agent Y/n/l, good of you to finally join us.” Us? Y/n thinks to herself. Peering her head through the doorway she sees a woman with fiery red hair turn her head to look at her. “Agent Y/n/l stop standing around and sit your ass down.”

Sitting down, Fury clears his throat, “Before we talk about mission work we’ll talk about the elephant in the room. Agent Y/n/l, this is Agent Romanoff, you’ll be working with her on this mission. Now Y/n/l I’m sure you’ve heard plenty about Miss Romanoff, and I honestly don’t care. You two need to work that out yourselves.”

“But I don’t-” Fury cuts Y/n off. “Y/n/l, you’re doing this mission. You gotta learn to work with people.” Out of the corner of Y/n’s eye, she could see the redhead tense up slightly, grip tightening around the arms of her chair.

“Moving on, if you review your mission files you’ll see that your mission is taking place in an underground Hydra laboratory in the White River National Forest. Your goal is to take samples of a new super soldier serum Hydra is attempting to make. Then destroy the lab.”

“And what do we do with the rest of the samples and the laboratory?” This was the first time Y/n heard Romanoff’s voice, she’d heard rumors that Romanoff is Russian but the American accent caught her off guard. “You both will be given explosives with a personal detonator. The faster you get out of there the better. Are we clear on everything?”

Y/n closes her mission file getting up from her seat, “Crystal, sir.”

//

Hearing a quick knock, Y/n opens the door to her room with a yawn, “What do you want, I have a mission tomorrow can’t-” squinting her eyes she realizes it’s Maria. “I was going to ask how the meeting went, as your friend. But I feel like this is a bad time.”

With a huff and another yawn, Y/n pulls Maria into her room before flopping onto her bed. “She’s weird, Maria.” Maria sits next to her on the bed with an amused smile, “And how exactly is she weird?” Y/n throws up her arms dramatically, “She was just so quiet! It was off-putting.”

“That’s not really fair Y/n.” She sits up, “How is that not fair Maria?” Y/n could see a huge grin grow on Maria’s face and already knew what she was going to say. “Rember boot camp? Before SHIELD?” With a dramatic whine, Y/n quickly flopped back down on her back, “I knew it! I knew you were gonna bring this up.”

“It’s a valid thing to bring up, Y/n!” Maria tries to shake her arm to get her attention which results in a quick scowl. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right. You didn’t talk a lot or have a lot of friends then. Now you have me and I can’t get you to shut up.”

“Ha ha Maria. But how is that supposed to help me?” Maria lets out a stressed sigh. “Do I really need to spell it out for you?” Y/n shrugs, “Yeah, please. I’m tired, and I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“Just try not to treat her like everyone else does. Be nice to her.” Rubbing her face into her pillow, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft, “Okay.”

//

The loud rumble of the helicopter was muted by the headsets Y/n, Romanoff, and the pilot wore. Looking down at the view through her window Y/n could see small flakes start to quickly pile up on the trees below her. “Hey, are you sure it’s safe to fly in these conditions? It’s starting to snow pretty hard.”

The pilot presses on her own headset, “Shouldn’t become a problem as long as there’s no delays, Y/n/l.” With a quick sigh, Y/n presses on her comms headset again, “Copy that Agent May.” It takes another irritatingly quiet silence to land a safe distance from the Hydra base.

After everyone takes off their headsets one by one, Agent May pulls out a tablet with an overview of the base. Turning to face the two she gestures to the defenses of the base. “About half a mile from here is the south entrance, which is closest to the ramp leading to the lab you need to go to. The lab is the most heavily guarded part of the base, so be prepared for that.”

The two quickly nod, slinging the supplies in their duffle bags over their shoulders and trudging through the snow as the helicopter started to lift up into the sky again. Making their way to the entrance, two soldiers guarding the front immediately started firing at the two agents.

Reaching for her sidearm, Y/n manages to shoot one in the shoulder while matching Romanoff’s sprinting pace. On the other hand, Romanoff manages to hit the other guard with a blast from one of her wrist tasers, then sliding on one leg sweeping the guard off his feet. Examining one of the guards' bodies, Y/n pulls off their ID card.

Moving slower and quieter, the two make their way to the ramp leading to the lab– the entrance only being a large cement wall and a steel door with, as predicted, an ID scanner beside it. Y/n begins sliding the ID card but pauses, looking over to Romanoff. “Do you have anything besides those taser things?”

Romanoff pulls out her own sidearm and holsters it, "I’ll be fine Agent Y/n/l.” Sliding the card the rest of the way, the two agents are met with seven guards on the other side of the door. Three on each wall of the narrow hallway and one last extra burly soldier in front of the last door that leads to the laboratory.

One of the soldiers smirks, inching closer to the two and slowly raising his rifle. “Now who let you pretty ladies wander down here?” Immediately Romanoff taps something on her wrist, sending the man into a greater electric shock than the last. Romanoff looks down at him, “We let ourselves in.”

“We?” Y/n asks with a smile, following her lead shooting at the guards.

“That’s what I said,” Romanoff replies plainly as she picks up the rifle the soldier dropped, shooting at the other guards.

Now the only one left is the burly guard who started charging for Y/n. Trying to shoot at him, Y/n’s gun only makes a clicking noise. “I’m ou-'' Before Y/n can even finish her sentence Romanoff taps her wrist again, shooting the man which causes him to immediately fall to his knees and land flat on his face.

Finally taking a moment to breathe, Y/n feels a sharp pain in her shoulder, touching the most painful part and feeling blood. Romanoff looks at her with somewhat of a false calm look, “You okay to keep going?” Y/n nods painfully, “Yeah, yeah. The padding took most of the hit. Just a flesh wound.”

Giving Y/n a hesitant look for a moment she moves forward toward the lab, Y/n following suit. Opening the lab door the two are met with a mess of a lab and an obviously panicking scientist. She immediately breaks a glass beaker, lunging at Romanoff. “Y/n grab the vials!” is the last thing Y/n hears before Romanoff starts wrestling the other woman on the ground.

Searching the tables of the lab, there’s no visible sign of the Hydra super soldier serum. “Agent Romanoff, there’s nothing here.” Romanoff manages to straddle the scientist, slowly inching the broken beaker towards her. “Well then keep looking!”

“I will not have my work seized by some spy scum!” The scientist manages to flip Romanoff over, inching the broken glass closer to her chest. “Romanoff! Catch!” Y/n slides a large sharp piece of glass towards the other woman before getting back to looking for the serum.

With the new shard of glass, Romanoff manages to toss the other woman to the side, stabbing her. But in the process of doing so getting stabbed herself.

“Romanoff! I found some vials! We need to plant the bombs and go-” her voice goes quiet as she notices the wound- “right now. Shit.” Romanoff pulls the glass out of her side, putting pressure on her wound. She grits, “Plant the bombs first, worry about me after, Y/n/l.”

For a second she hesitates wanting to help her, but ultimately she listens to Romanoff’s instincts. Shoving the samples in her pocket, Y/n takes off her duffle bag and begins unloading the explosives. Four explosives, one for each corner of the lab– ensuring that everything is destroyed.

Lugging her bag over her shoulder, Y/n pulls Romanoff off the ground before swinging the agent’s arm over her uninjured shoulder. Hobbling out of the lab, Romanoff groans in pain, “Y’know you don’t need to do this. I can walk fine on my own.”

Y/n manages to let out a pained laugh, “Save your energy and stop complaining, Romanoff.”

Managing to get out of the laboratory is one thing, waiting for extraction will be another thing. Sliding against the cement wall, both Y/n and Romanoff sit down. Looking out in the distance Y/n noticed the snow, there was so much more of it compared to when they first landed.

Pulling out her phone, she called her last resort, Fury.

“Come on, pick up, pick up.”

“Miss Y/n/l, I was just about to call you.”

“Don’t Miss Y/n/l me Fury, where’s extraction?”

“As I was saying Agent Y/n/l, I was about to message you stating that because of an incoming blizzard, it isn’t safe to bring extraction to you. But there’s a SHIELD-owned cabin that Hydra doesn’t know about 2 miles West of your drop-off point. I suggest you start heading there.”

Not having the composure to reply to anything Fury said Y/n just hangs up on him. “Romanoff. Come on, we gotta start walking. Fury said there’s a place we can stay for a bit.” Y/n was met with no reply. Slapping the redhead’s cheek lightly a few times wakes her up. “Good, I can’t have you falling asleep on me Romanoff. Let’s go!”

“The bombs Y/n/l,” Romanoff nearly whispers. “What?” Y/n asks more focused on making it to the cabin. “The bombs,” Romanoff says louder one more time. “Shit, you’re right.” Y/n immediately comes to a stop, nearly causing Romanoff to trip. But with the bomb being set off they needed to move fast.

//

“In SHIELD training there’s similar exercises to walking long distances with partners. What they don’t account for is the snow, injuries, and trees! So many damn trees. I don’t know why I’m rambling, you've probably gone through SHIELD academy.”

Romanoff hisses in pain, “I haven’t, and you can stop complaining about the trees-we’re here.” The outside of the cabin looks practically abandoned, with the paint peeling and wood rotting. When touching the rusted handle though, an automated voice appeared. “Access granted. Welcome Y/n Y/n/l.”

Unlike the outside of the cabin, the inside looked nice. It wasn’t luxurious looking but it worked. And most importantly, there was a fireplace. Easing Romanoff onto a nearby chair gave Y/n a moment to look through the drawers of the cabin. “Matches! Finally.”

Flicking a lit match into the pre-placed pile of wood in the fireplace, Y/n starts rummaging through her duffle bag, grabbing a first aid kit and kneeling in front of the other woman. “Okay, Romanoff this is gonna sound super weird but I’m gonna need you to unzip your jumpsuit.”

“I- It’s too cold.” Y/n stands up, wrapping one of Romanoff’s arms over her shoulder once more. “We are going to sit on the floor in front of the fireplace then, because I can’t have you dying on me here.”

Y/n eased Romanoff on the floor, quickly sitting in front of her looking for the right supplies. “Your shoulder.”

“What about my shoulder Romanoff?”

“You’re bleeding through your jacket Y/n/l.” Y/n shrug,s finally pulling out the right supplies from the first aid kit. “I told you already. I’m fine.” Y/n flashes a quick smile, “Now you need to unzip that jumpsuit so you can stop bleeding. Please.”

With a painful groan, she unzips the jumpsuit, revealing a black sports bra and a nasty wound not so far below it before tying the upper part of her jumpsuit to her waist. “Okay, you shouldn’t need that many stitches. Can you lean back a bit?”

Leaning back, Romanoff could already feel the sharp sting of alcohol. She was in pain, but trying to hide it. “You wanna talk?” Y/n asked, managing to keep her focus on cleaning the wound. “What do you mean talk?” Y/n shrugs, not breaking her focus, “Anything,” she glances up at the redhead. “It usually helps me forget about what’s happening.”

Romanoff lets out a dry chuckle, “I don’t think I’m in a talking mood.”

“What if I ask questions and you just answer them? It’s less effort,” Y/n grins. “And it’s the least you could do for me after I dragged you for two miles in a snowy forest.”

“I told you I could walk fine on my own.”

“Yet you didn’t bother to stop me once on the way here.” Romanoff lets out a deep annoyed sigh, “Fine. Only five questions though.” Y/n glances up at her one more time with a subtle smile, “Deal. First question, what’s your name? In situations like these, I usually like to be on a first-name basis.”

“It’s Natasha, Romanoff.” Y/n pauses immediately, before tossing a cotton ball to the side with a playful smile plastered across her face. “Can I call you Nat then?” Natasha cracks a genuine half smile with Y/n’s being too infectious. “We’ll see, but that does count as one of your questions.”

“All right, all right, fine.” Y/n continues cleaning the wound. “So, third question, your accent, is it real?”

“No, but I’m sure it’ll become real over time.” Starting the first stitch Natasha winces, but Y/n just keeps talking. “So if you fake your accent, is that why you don’t talk a lot? So you don’t slip up.”

“I’m not afraid of slipping up. I think it makes things less complicated. Less questions are asked, usually.” Y/n slips out a loud sarcastic laugh finishing the second stitch. “Wow! I think you just made a joke!” Natasha smiles to herself, “I think I did. But you’re on to your last question.”

“Okay, why did you join SHIELD?” Y/n can see Natasha bite the inside of her cheek, regretting the question. “You don’t have to answer or anything I can-” Natasha stops her, “No, no it’s fine. Um, long story short I was part of the red room. Then I met a guy who gave me an opportunity to clear some red from my ledger and take down the red room. So I took it.”

“Have you thought of reclaiming the title Black Widow then? Maybe clear the red of the title itself, make it something good?” Natasha gives Y/n a mock shocked look, “I thought you agreed to just five questions?” Y/n shrugs with a smug grin, “I mean I finished up when you were talking about clearing your ledger. I figured I might be able to sneak one more in.”

“How about this, you take that jacket off and let me look at your shoulder that’s ‘just fine,’ then I might answer it.” Y/n collects all the bloody materials used to clean up Natasha’s wound, throwing them away. “And I told you it was just a flesh wound, Nat. I’m okay.”

“And flesh wounds still should be disinfected Y/n, sit down.” With a loud reluctant sigh, Y/n sits in front of her, unzipping her jacket and exposing the bloody shoulder with a small hole made by the bullet. After leaning back a little, Natasha Immediately starts cleaning the surrounding area of the bullet wound.

“What about you?” Natasha asks as she continues cleaning the wound. “What about me?” Instead of avoiding eye contact this time, Y/n keeps her eyes on Natasha. “Why did you join SHIELD?” Y/n smiles, “No, nope. You didn’t answer my question first.”

“Fine, I’ve thought of it. Now what about-” Natasha quickly pulls out the bullet in Y/n with tweezers, “you.” Y/n yelps in pain pressing a hand against her shoulder for a moment before letting Natasha get back to work. “Okay, next time give me a warning.” Natasha grins to herself, “You should hope there isn’t a next time.”

“You knew what I meant. Anyways, when it comes to your question I joined SHIELD because my best friend did. Before SHIELD her and I, Maria, we served as Marines together. But Fury realized could do more, be more if we joined SHIELD. And she saved me enough times back then for me to trust her.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Considering you are finishing patching up the shoulder I got shot in, I'd say yes. Not with my life though, yet.”

“Do you plan to trust me with your life?”

“I don’t see why not. Having just one person to trust like that is limiting.”

“Trusting me like that is dangerous though.”

“Sometimes you need to live life a little dangerously.”

//

“That was a good debrief Romanoff, although I think you could have left out the part about me complaining about the trees.” Natasha grins, “Maybe don’t complain about trees the next time we’re in a forest then Y/n/l.”

As Natasha starts to walk off to her bunk Y/n stops her, “Nat, wait.” Natasha has a faint smile visible on her lip. “Did you need something Y/n?”

“Not really, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe train together sometime. You could even teach me that leg sweep move you did.” Natasha crosses her arms looking Y/n up and down for a second. “Yeah, we could do that. Just prepare to fall a lot.”

“Am I interrupting something?” Both women jump a little, Y/n specifically turning around to see who it is. “Oh! Maria! Ehm um, I mean Agent Hill. Did you need something?” Natasha starts backing away, “I think I’ll leave you two to whatever is going on.”

“Okay, I’ll talk more about that move tonight?” Natasha smiles, “Yeah. That works.” As Natasha walks out of earshot Maria immediately starts giggling. "I told you to be nice to her Y/n/l, but not that nice." Y/n looks at Maria with a slight blush coming onto her face. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

Maria shrugs with a suggestive smile on her face, "Y'know what forget that, how'd the mission go." Y/n smiles bashfully, "Uh it was good, it went really well actually."

"You like her don't you?"

"W-what no. It's not like that." Maria smiles knowingly, "Oh it totally is like that." Y/n slaps Maria’s arm in embarrassment, "Shut up."

"For what it's worth," Maria glances over Y/n's shoulder, "it looks like she likes you too."

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my train could take you home

part 1 of bent right to your wind | main masterlist

vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader x vampire!wanda maximoff

summary: everyone has mixed feeling going back to their hometown, what you didn't expect were the people you ended up running into

warnings: vampires, magical powers, tension, mentions of blood, death, and grief, church, prayer, disrespect towards religious figures, no smut but as with all my other works 18+ only

words: 2.6k | feedback is always welcome

You take a deep breath as you look down at the map on your passenger seat. You wanted to make sure your return to the small town was absolutely necessary. All of your most treasured and simultaneously painful memories lived in the cobblestone paths and surrounding woods. A faint purple fog surrounded your steering wheel as you checked the geological map, trusting your centuries worth of practicing magic to keep you safe. 

“Why do blood crystals only exist in this fucking town?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You took control of the steering wheel once again as your car shook from the cobblestone road. 

An eerie chill ran down your back as you drove through town, the buildings still looked suspiciously well preserved. To anyone else, this looked like any other small historical town; brick buildings lining the narrow cobbled streets. Everything seemed so monotone now, you don’t remember it being this way. 

As you turned the corner, your stomach knotted and you felt like you needed to throw up. You cleared your throat, resisting the urge to heave your breakfast up. The small church surrounded by an equally small cemetery made the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. You parked your car across the street, turning your head to face the building still standing after all this time. 

“What am I doing here?” You groaned to yourself, your fingers tingling with a purple glow. You clenched your fists for a second, before relaxing again, then frowned at your hands. What the hell? The last time you had to deal with subconsciously showing your powers you were just starting out. Right behind that church. A glimmer in the surrounding woods caught the corner of your eye and you snapped your head towards it. There was nothing.

Maybe you were just imagining things. 

Right as you faced forward to pull away, another glint. You were definitely not imagining it. You glued your eyes to the spot, the sound of your car door slamming shut made you flinch. You hadn’t realized you got out of the car. You could hear your heartbeat increase with every step you took. 

Your hands felt warm, and without even glancing at them, you could tell faint streaks of purple circled your fingers. You took another deep breath, trying to focus on the spot in front of you. There was another glint, it shone right into your corneas. It was so bright you wanted to bring your hand up to shield your eyes.

And then, suddenly, as soon as it appeared, it was gone. You stopped mid step, the ground underneath you a different texture as you heard your shoe scrape against something rough. You looked down and quickly stepped aside with a gasp, you accidentally stepped on a small rectangular gravestone. 

“Crap, sorry…” You groaned, stepping back. Your eyes scanned for the name of who was buried there, wanting to apologize. You crouched down, wiping the grass off the stone. You fell backwards as your whole body went rigid. Your breath picked up and your ears started ringing. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you clutched your chest with one hand and supported yourself with the other. You swallowed hard, slowly standing back up. As your eyes stung with tears, you struggled to croak out the name you hadn’t spoken in centuries. “Sorry, Wands.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You weren’t planning on coming to see Wanda, it had been almost 300 years since she died. You felt like you moved on. At least you told yourself you did. You never again had a friend as close to your heart as Wanda. You didn’t want to reopen the wounds you worked so hard to heal. 

The fact you stepped right on Wanda’s grave was enough to creep you out, but what upset you more than anything was that you felt no connection to this gravestone. Even with the surrounding strangers you could feel some sort of energy emanating from each person eternally laid to rest. And from Wanda, someone you once loved and deeply cared for, you felt nothing. It was as if she was never there in the first place. 

You wanted to barf. As you turned away from the gravestone, you decided to go into the church. You were here anyway, might as well revisit your roots. The sound of your shoes against the floor of the old church echoed in the space. You looked around, noticing the small differences to uphold the structural soundness of the building. You walked to the back corner, deciding to light a candle. As you lit the small prayer candle, you heard faint century old footsteps sound behind you.

It was late at night, you pulled your shawl tighter around your shoulders as you took refuge in the slightly warmer church. You walked a few steps closer to the altar, bowing your head and making the sign of the cross. As you made your way to the back of the church, your tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks once more. You don’t remember a time you weren’t crying. 

You internally prayed to any higher being who would hear you, you felt hopelessly lost without Wanda. She was part of every aspect of your life. Now she was gone, and you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. Now every night without fail, you took solace in the church, hoping that wherever Wanda was, she was okay and at peace. You hoped the peace she took from you brought her comfort in whatever form of afterlife there was. 

You dragged your feet to the closest pew, your already bruised knees from your constant attendance sending a sharp pain up your body. 

“Dear Heavenly Father,” You silently prayed, clasping your hands together as tight as you could make them. As you continued your prayer, you felt a pair of eyes on you, the same you’ve noticed every night. “Please, God, please let her be okay,” Your shoulders shook with sobs. “Please, whatever happened to her, let her be at rest,” You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hands. “Or bring her back to me, my lord. I need her, I need my best fr—” You knew you were more than that. “I need my Wanda.” You opened your eyes just enough to see your tear stains on the wood in front of you. “Amen.”

“Oh honey, God isn’t gonna help you with that,” Your eyes snapped open with a gasp, the one whose observant eyes belonged to now sitting at the other end. “Your faith astounds me. Every night you walk in here, begging for your Wanda back,” You frowned, you didn’t like the way her name sounded coming from her mouth. “But you know she’s buried right out front. So why do you come in here? Why don’t you stay out there with her?”

You sniffled, still frowning at the overconfident attractive woman sitting a few feet away from you. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you’d say. You closed your mouth. Why did you come in here every night? What has God ever done for you besides taking your Wanda? You looked down at the wood between you as you sat on the seat, hearing the sound of raindrops against the large windows.

“You have a powerful energy,” She says, leaning towards you. “You have so much potential. I’m Dorothea.”

Dorothea passed on all her knowledge to you before she decided her life cycle was over. The corner of your lips tugged upwards as you remembered when she recruited you. Dorothea turned into a better mother figure than your own. She taught you everything you knew and every time you felt your power flowing through your body, you knew a part of her was with you too.

Your heart felt full as you walked back to your car. It felt weird. You once felt comfort here because of your faith; now you feel comfort there because of your power. You barely noticed Wanda’s grave as you walked back to your car, sending it a quick glance before looking ahead. 

She didn’t linger here. You had to take comfort in that. You took a shallow breath. You had to.

It didn’t take long to get to the hotel from the church. It didn’t take long to get anywhere in the small town. The second you got out of your car, you felt eyes on you. Everywhere you looked there was at least one person who turned their head. You swallowed hard as you pulled your bag out of the trunk of the car, looking behind you sharply catching two strangers staring right at you. The sound of the trunk closing echoed in the space, dispersing any lingering looks, you never liked the center of attention. 

The large building of the hotel seemed to be built long ago; it wasn’t there the last time you were in town, but you estimate the construction started not too long after you left. The air was surprisingly cold inside, it carried a weird energy you couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Your shoes clicked against the marbled floor as you made your way to the check-in desk. You took in the wall behind the counter, the intricate pattern almost comes to life with its flowing curves and surprising depth; the more you looked at it, the more detail you found. The front desk clerk rounding the corner to the front desk caught your attention. Her face seemed slightly paler than it was supposed to be and her hair was slightly tousled. Her blood stained shirt collar gave her away. When you turned your face to catch the more lingering looks sent your way you were finally able to pinpoint the weird energy you felt earlier. 

You were in a hotel full of vampires.

Not everyone in the room was one, you could tell some of them were human; you could feel their lively energy and they stood out as tourists more than the others. They seemed comfortable here. Centuries worth of comfortable. You never noticed them before. The clerk called you up, you checked in seamlessly. 

“You have a beautiful view,” She said, sliding the keycard over to you. “The most ocean any of us get around here.”

“Oh? The website didn’t advertise an ocean view,” You said, taking it back with your ID and credit card. 

“That’s because calling it an ocean view is pushing it,” She laughed. “The town is surrounded by cliffs, and this is a three story building, if you squint you can catch a glimpse of it past the tree line.”

“I’ll keep an eye out then,” You smiled, finally putting your documents back in your bag. “Thank you.”

As you turned to leave the counter, you walked straight into someone. You stumbled back apologetically, almost tripping over your own bag in the process, but luckily the beautiful stranger caught you. Her cold, strong grip sent chills down your spine.

“Oh God,” You said, standing back up, face heating in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, dear,” Her grip lingered even after you were steady on your feet. “Glad I caught you.”

The redhead smiled at you, shamelessly roaming her eyes over your face. She was hypnotizing. Your body felt warm, lighter, almost as if you were floating just slightly above the ground. You stepped out of her grip, grounding yourself once again. 

“Thank you…” You trailed off, not breaking eye contact.  

“Natasha,” She replied. You smiled. Her hand came up to your face, delicate fingers brushing against your cheekbone before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Natasha,” You repeated, bringing your hand up to hers. Despite her delicate touch, her hand was strong, unwavering. She opened her mouth to ask your name, your eyes followed her lips. Pink, delicate, soft. “Y/N.”

“I can help you with your bags,” She said, taking the opportunity to look you up and down.

“It’s okay,” You gripped the handle, biting the inside of your lip. “I’m a big girl, I can do it myself.”

She smirked, a light hum leaving her throat. “Welcome to Willowcrest,” She replied, starting to walk past you before leaning in close to your ear. Her lips met your cheek. “Y/N.”

Before she could walk away you reached out your arm, stopping her midstep. “Anywhere you'd recommend for lunch?”

Natasha smirked. Her answer wasn’t tasteful. “There’s a cute diner down the street,” She turned towards you again. “I have lunch plans, unfortunately,” Her eyes subtly drifted to the front desk clerk helping another set of guests who had just arrived, before drifting back to your neck. She thought the way you wore your hair up was indecent. It made her mouth water. “I can give you a tour around town tonight though, I’ve always thought the town looks better in the dark.”

“You live here?” You wondered, she felt confident enough in the space you sensed she was a local. 

“My family owns part of the hotel,” Her eyes dipped down to your lips before moving back up to your eyes. Natasha couldn’t pinpoint why you felt so different. “We all live here.”

“I’ll take you up on that tour then, Natasha.” The two of you exchanged numbers before you finally made your way up to your room. It was by no means the most luxurious room in the hotel, but it was nice. The bathroom was a decent size, the bed looked comfortable.

You set your bags on the floor just in time for your stomach to growl. As you straightened back up, the view out the window caught your attention. The clerk was right. You could just make out the glimmer of the sun against the water of the ocean in the horizon, just barely over the tops of the conifer trees of the surrounding boreal forest. You walked over to the window, cracking it open. The fresh air was cool, it brought a new color to the stale air of the room. 

When you made your way to the lobby, you spotted Natasha by the clerk that helped you. Her gaze lingered on the clerk’s collar and you wondered if the clerk was her lunch plans. You lowered your sunglasses as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight warming you down to your bones. 

As you walked down the street to the diner, you felt a weird sense of belonging. This town was the closest you could call to a hometown. You had to move around pretty often, never able to stay at a place for more than a few years. Sometimes because you got bored, and others because you did something suspicious. It was almost… nice.

The bell rang as you opened the door to the diner, some heads turned your way but not many. You wouldn’t expect a diner out of all places to be filled with vampires. You sat down at a booth in the back, a waitress handed you a menu and a glass of water before going back to another customer to give you some time with the menu. 

You heard it then. The sweet, angelic sound of an unforgettable laugh that made your heart stop and your body go cold. Your hands gripped the menu you were holding, your palms warming. 

You took a deep breath, your stomach knotted. 

It’s not her, it can’t be her. She’s dead. Surely it’s just someone else with a similar laugh. 

When you put your menu down, you locked eyes with green ones. The green eyes you never thought you’d see again. 

“Wanda?”

[stevenssacrab]

Tell Me Everything

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Summary: After a successful first date with Loki, you spill all the details to Wanda and Natasha

Rating: 17+

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, kissing, insecure Loki and reader

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: got this idea from a random dialogue generator, had tons of fun writing this one, Loki holds a special place in my heart, love that mans

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"Goodbye, darling," he says; you can't deny this gravitational pull between you and Loki; you tiptoe and delicately kiss him. Loki rests his hands on your waist, drawing gentle circles into the fabric of your dress; when you pull back, you're met with a soft smile.

"Goodnight, Loki," you say happily; you close the door softly; you're on cloud 9; you sigh happily and flop onto your bed, excitedly kicking your legs about; happiness bursts out of you, reminiscing on tonight's events. You stand to change into something more comfortable when you're interrupted by a light knocking on your door.

"Who is that? It's almost 2 am," you ponder, dodging the articles of clothing scattered on the floor; you barely get the door open when Wanda and Natasha barge into the room, throwing a million questions at you before you've even had a chance to say hello.

"How did it go?" Wanda shrieks, dragging you to your bed. She and Natasha sit directly across from you; you feel you're about to be interrogated.

"So well," you practically swoon, a smile creeping across your face; Wanda squeals excitedly, gripping your hands tightly. She and Natasha have been with you throughout this journey, through the mutual pining, the denial, the awkward stage, everything; they know how much this date meant to you and are happy to see you happy, to be with someone who will finally treat you right.

"Tell me everything; I want to know it all," Natasha says excitedly; you laugh; you've never seen them so excited; you cross your legs together and get comfortable, ready for the long night ahead of you.

"Okay, well, he picked me up at 9, and he was wearing this well-fitted black suit, with accents of gold, oh and his hair was slicked back, and I wore this spaghetti strap dark green floor-length corset dress with a high slit, I picked the color on purpose," you giggled wholeheartedly.

You're dressed in a dark green dress with a column silhouette and spaghetti strap neckline, with a corset detail in the midsection, accompanied by a high slit that stops at your hip bone; to compliment the dress, you went with gold earrings and beige block heels tying the whole outfit together perfectly, opting to part your hair directly down the middle; Loki donned a fitted black suit, with a black and gold tie, with a complex pattern, following with a black and gold handkerchief, hair slicked back smoothly, his long hair cascading past his shoulders.

"Where did you guys go?" Wanda questioned, leaning forward, anticipating your response.

"He took us to this lovely restaurant with a live pianist and a beautiful chandelier, and the food was excellent; I got this fantastic tomato basil pasta, and he ordered a steak covered with a mushroom wine sauce."

Hand wrapped around Loki's, you walk into an ethereal interior that could bring a grown man to tears; beautiful white columns line the walls with intricate crown molding of vines and swirls, the whole room white, with flicks of gold everywhere, tables adorned with white clothes, and greenery on every table, complimenting the white and gold perfectly and a gorgeous white and gold crystal chandelier illuminating the entire room, soft piano music filled your ears, completing the whole experience.

"What did you guys talk about?" Natashed pressed, scooting closer, eagerly awaiting your response.

"Well, at first, it was kinda awkward; we talked about how nice the restaurant was," you laughed nervously, scratching your head quizzically, "then we started talking about the moment when we began to develop feelings for each other.”

"I knew when I came down for a glass of water in the middle of the night, and you were helping Sam get back to his room safely after he had drunk too much; I'll admit, I was a little jealous. I wanted you to hold me the way you were holding Sam; I knew that I needed someone who always saw the best in people, a person who could remind me I'm not a terrible person, regardless of how I feel, someone like that deserves to be cherished and worshipped every day of their life " Loki said, looking deeply into your eyes, blush inched from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.

"I knew when I saw you were playing with Morgan and Cassie; I knew that everyone had you all wrong; you weren't the monster everyone made you out to be; I never once believed it for a second; I knew the person you were underneath, a kind, benevolent god, I was and still am determined to help you see it for yourself," you said, gently caressing Loki's hand, running your thumb over his knuckles.

"What did you guys do afterward?" Wanda inquired, eyes flicking between you and Natasha eagerly.

"We went to the beach, watched the waves, and talked about moments when we thought we couldn’t contain how we felt.”

With the cool summer air blowing through your hair, you walked near the shoreline, feeling each grain of sand between your toes and gasping slightly whenever the cold ocean water pricks your skin, small gentle waves kissed the sandy beach, the rhythmic sound of the waves creating a soft hum, heels in one hand, the other hanging onto Loki; luckily, Loki came prepared with a basket of pillows and a blanket to lay on, you both picked a secluded spot and spread the blanket, making yourselves comfortable, you started off laying separately but eventually gave in and embraced into each other, resting your head on Loki’s chest, drawing patterns haphazardly. At the same time, he played with your hair absentmindedly; you sighed contently, watching the gentle waves form soft, undulating hills on the ocean’s surface. “Was there ever a moment when you wanted to confess how you felt about me?” You asked whimsically, resting your chin on his chest, watching him closely.

“A few times, but one in particular sticks out for me: when you came to comfort me when reporters asked offensive questions in an attempt to get a rise out of me, you came and sat with me and told me how the reporters were wrong for asking such questions, and you told me how you could see who I truly was,” Loki reached for your hand, and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it delicately, playing with your fingers. “Then you grabbed my hand and looked at me so lovingly. You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you then. It took all my strength not to; I desperately wanted to tell you how I felt, but I had convinced myself that someone as unique as you could never love someone like me,” your eyes slowly filled with tears. You sat up, trying to hide them, Loki caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears, “oh darling, I didn’t mean to upset you; please don’t cry my love,” he said compassionately, you sniffled and nodded slightly “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry it’s just, Loki you truly are amazing I hope one day you’ll see yourself as I see you,” you said grabbing his hands and interlacing your fingers tightly.

“I almost told you after the Christmas dinner party, the day was so perfect; I was with everyone that I cared about, and I had a few glasses of wine in me, and you were helping me back to my room; you were holding me so carefully, you were so cautious of where your hands were, most men would’ve taken advantage of the situation but you, you went out of your way to make me feel safe and comfortable, and then when you brought me to my room you made sure I drank plenty of water, you were so caring and concerned for my well being, but the moment I almost caved was when I had finally laid down and was slowly dozing off, you were caressing my hair and humming a lullaby to me, I opened my eyes to look at you one last time and the look in your eyes, took my breath away, I was going to express how I felt, but I had accidentally dozed off before I could say anything,” you smiled to yourself, ruminating in how you felt then.

“Did you guys kiss?” Wanda and Natasha asked simultaneously, laughing at the situation; they smiled at each other.

"Yeah, I kissed him, actually; he walked me to my room and wished me goodnight; there was this alluring look in his eyes that you can't help but fall in love with," your cheeks turning deep, rosy pink.

"Goodnight, darling," Loki whispered, eyes flicking down to your lips and then back to your eyes; you subconsciously lick your lips, Loki's hands resting on your waist, drawing small circles into the fabric of your dress. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your hands in his hair; he sighs tranquilly, closing his eyes, losing himself. He's putty in your hands, and you don't even know it, your eyes dancing between his eyes and his lips; you both dance around what you want, waiting for someone to move first; you can't wait any longer, nearly a year of pining after each other has lead up to this moment, you pull him down and kiss him tenderly, his lips fitting against yours perfectly, like he was made just for you, he eagerly returns the kiss, pulling you against him tightly, his hands exploring the expanse of your back, memorizing every bump and ridge, you both pull away for air, staring at each other, panting, with smiles painting your faces, Loki glides his hands down your arms, holding your hands softly, you break away, stepping into your room, you close your door, giving Loki one last smile before shutting it completely.

"Ah, so cute! We're so happy for you, Y/N! I'm glad it went so well." Wanda shrieks, yanking you and Natasha into a tight hug; you giggle with them, feeling on top of the world.

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Exhale

Snow was falling thick and fast as Nat follows Wanda out onto the pavilion into the cold night air. It falls in straight vertical lines gathering on their hair. Faster and faster, thicker and thicker big flakes feel like ice pricks on Nat’s bare shoulders before melting away.

“So much for the weather forecast” Nat mutters.

“This is so you” Wanda sighs stopping in her tracks.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Nat says almost bumping into her unprepared for her abrupt stop.

Wanda shakes her head. “It means you fall for someone and then you set the world on fire so you two can’t be together.”

Nat’s eyes widen at her description. “That’s not true and—“

“Oh come on Natasha. I may be the youngest here but I am your best friend and I see what’s going on. You like someone and then you get scared so you go out of your way to screw things up. You act ridiculous so no one can really get close to you. You want attention to a point. Once someone gets close to you, and in this case Y/N, you do something catastrophic to guarantee they run a mile away.”

“Ok, well don’t feel like you need to hold back” Nat says a little hurt but more so embarrassed by how accurately Wanda had described her. She sighs and hides her face in her hands. “Wow I am a monster. Maybe it’s best she keeps away then.”

Wanda leans in closer to her best friend poking her index finger into Nat’s shoulder. “Did you not hear a thing I just said?”

“Oh I heard you loud and clear. Crystal, in fact.” Nat’s shoulder slump a little.

“I’m not saying this to make you feel bad.”

Nat snorts. “Well you’re failing there.”

Wanda rolls her eyes. “Look all I’m saying is we all have baggage. I have enough to fill the Compound. But it’s what we do with the baggage that makes it better or worse. Are you just going to keep pushing people away or are you going to let her in?”

Wanda’s steady and piercing gaze punches holes through every excuse Nat had floating about in her head. She had long realised that her attraction towards you was more than just physical. Sure you had an allure that she was immediately drawn to. But just knowing that you were in the same building as her made her feel grounded. It was as if just being close to you made the world seem a little messed up than it was. 

Nat knew Wanda was right. It was weird and it was selfish. She was purposely trying to self sabotage just because she was falling…or rather, had fallen for you. 

Nat releases a huge breath. “Why would you want me to be with her. I’m a mess, Wands.”

“Because you’re so much more. And you’re the first person who makes her smile like an idiot and isn’t just using her.”

“I’m not the right person for her” Nat counters.

“Not right now you aren’t,” Wanda leans back on her heels and folds her hands across her chest, “but you could be.”

“How?” Nat asks her voice smaller than it’s ever been.

“Stop beating yourself up for whatever it is you think you think you’re responsible for.”

“Anyone tell you you’re like Oprah and Dr Phil combined?” Nat says a smile in her voice.

Wanda kicks some snow into Nat’s direction. “Did you hear a word I just said or do you want me to hit you in the face with a snowball?”

Nat lifts both hands in surrender. “And I’m going to make this right, I promise.”

“Good” Wanda replies giving Nat a quick side hug.

“Can we go inside now my nipples feel like they’re about to fall off” Nat says shifting her weight from foot to foot.

Wanda laughs pulling Nat into her side. “It’s not my fault you’re not wearing a coat” she says as they start walking back into the building. 

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[kissingmilfs]

know your probably busy but if you ever have time mean top nat with a strap on 😳😫 gosh I’d lose my mind. I feel she’d be into degrading and name calling and if she’s jealous …. You need to pray 🙏

~i can’t get this image out of my head all of a sudden so here’s a little something~

comme des garçons | natasha romanoff

summary: part of the dream girl evil! au stress relief brought to you by your favorite mean cheerleader ✨

part i + part ii

cw: blow job (with fingers and strap on) , pet play, mentions of weed

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you came back from your away game exhausted and a little cranky. the team you played always kicked your ass. your coach never had anything to say either. always sympathetically patting his hand on your shoulders as your teammates headed to the locker rooms.

on the two hour bus ride back, you slept most of it, trying to forget your wasted efforts and energy of today’s game. all you wanted to do was shut your brain off for the rest of the day. maybe watch some shitty reality tv. wanda gifted you edibles for your birthday two weeks ago too. taking one might help relax you even more.

you’re practically bouncing with a new found excitement and energy on your trek back to the dorms. if you’d check your phone, you’d see natasha texted you, 🏀? as a way to figure out when you’d be back from your game. once it had gone past an hour, natasha checked your location. (one night she secretly shared it with herself. natasha likes keeping track of her property.)

once you’d gotten twenty minutes away natasha made her to your dorm and snuck into your bedroom. the cheerleader mostly made herself comfortable. already knowing exactly where everything is in your room. she’d fucked you countless nights then rummaged through the room once you’re dead asleep.

once you were a five minute walk from the dorm, natasha stepped into the straps of the harness. she adjusted them snuggly around her hips and waist. they accentuate her already pronounced and defined curves. natasha unclips her layered hair. her semi-damp locks tease her collarbones. natasha’s aware the affect her untamed hair has on you. the desperation itching in your finger tips to tug and pull.

natasha sits comfortably on your bed once again. this time her legs are spread slightly open, baring her pussy along with the erect toy. you swing open your bedroom door and an immediate, “fuck” leaves your lips. the sight of natasha is undeniably sinful. the girl only wearing one of your t-shirts and the toy between her legs. you drop your duffle bag by the door, quickly shutting it.

the smile growing on natasha’s face makes you queasy. she knows how easy it is to turn you into her dumb puppy. effectively forcing you to think solely with your cunt and rely on natasha every step of the way. you know you’re in deep and so does natasha. your back leans against the door while slowly drinking in the sight before you.

“you know the drill, puppy. on your knees. crawl to mommy.” natasha crooks her finger with the command then points between her legs. you swiftly nod your understanding and drop to your knees. without a doubt it feels good to mindlessly follow orders. it’s not exactly what you had in mind for “shutting your brain off” — it’s even better.

natasha smirks once you’re inbetween her legs. your ass rests on the heels of your feet. your eyes are already blown out with submission and carnal lust. it makes natasha want to hurt you yet gently stroke your hair and face. “how was your game? i heard you lost. again.”

you drop your head with shame and anger. natasha’s tone is hint condescending but also leaning towards pity. you hate being reminded of your shortcomings. especially with natasha. and especially on your knees.

you shrug. “it was whatever. doesn’t matter.”

you practically mumble the words. they’re crystal clear for natasha. she shakes her head and almost playfully rolls her eyes. the girl cannot take you seriously feeling bad for yourself. you’re one of the most talented athletes at the university.

“well i’m not here to throw you pity party. you’re already pathetic as is. now open wide.”

natasha’s already leaned forward tapping her fingers on your chin. instinctively your mouth slackens and you stick your tongue as well. just like she trained you. natasha rewards you with a genuine smile.

“good puppy! i told you…you’re mostly only good for your mouth and your pussy. it’s a surprise dumb jocks are allowed to roam campus without any supervision.” natasha chuckles breathily. “you all need to be collared.”

before you can snarky reply back, natasha shoves two fingers in your mouth. her fingertips almost hit the back of your throat. it makes you gag a bit. spit coats natasha’s fingers. drool dribbles on your chin. her other hand grabs a healthy amount of your hair, jerking your head back. without another thought, natasha starts fucking your throat with her fingers. the position leaves your eyes watery. her disregard for your comfort only turns you on more. your jaw hurts from extending your tongue for such a length of time. your neck is stiff and tingly with the bent position. there’s even more spit covering your chin and wetting your shirt.

you make gurgling, gagging noises the harder natasha fucks your mouth. the tears in your eyes blur the clear image of natasha. but you know she’s intently watching her fingers move in and out of your mouth. you know there’s a delighted smirk etched on her face. her pupils are certainly dilated with all the fucked up images and words she’ll bestow upon you for the next however many hours.

after a few minutes of natasha training your mouth, she removes her dripping fingers. she wipes the spit on your cheek and sleeve of your shirt. natasha puckers your lips with the same hand intently staring at your face, your plumped lips, and the tears and spit covering your face. you’re a mess — exactly how she likes you. natasha is tempted to kiss you. parting your lips with her tongue, bruising your lips with her teeth. sucking on your tongue drawing out all your needy whimpers. but natasha restrains herself. she can tell you’re waiting for more instructions. not sure if natasha is going to take advantage of your mouth more or stretch your pussy with her plastic cock.

it’s always as if natasha reads your mind. knowing the exact thought and teasing you relentlessly about it. natasha pats your cheek then leans back against her hands on the bed.

“you know what to do. make mommy’s cock wet with your mouth before i fuck your greedy cunt.”

you rise on your knees, shifting more between natasha’s legs. you’re never allowed to touch her unless specifically granted permission. sometimes she makes you hold your hands behind your back while you suck her off. however, this time you leave them on your lap. you wait for the inevitable of natasha grabbing your hair and shoving your mouth down the length of her strap but it never comes. your eyes meet natasha’s as they twinkle with anticipation. she’s waiting for her pet to showcase your proper training. natasha’s already pleased with your self control.

her continuous efforts in making your mouth fuckable helps a lot unfortunately. your ability to push through any pain, practiced breathing techniques, and longevity is all thanks to natasha. she always knows when you’re being a whiny bitch or can’t actually keep going.

you lift your eyes to meet natasha’s the second your lips wrap around the tip. you notice natasha’s fingers twitch on your covers. with your eyes deadlocked on the cheerleader, you slowly move your mouth down the length of the toy. natasha emits a groan. the actions provides a very faint amount of pressure to natasha’s clit. it’s never enough to work her over the edge. but it is enough to make her hold your head in place while she fucks your mouth with seven inches. yet this time natasha’s more patient.

she diligently watches as you bob your head around the plastic cock. your hollowed out cheeks and sex crazed eyes always sends tingles throughout natasha’s body. natasha only bucks her hips once. it’s enough to push the dick deeper into your mouth. you both let out unison groans of pleasure. your eyes roll to the back of your head with the sensation. even when she pushed herself deeper, the sent of her cunt infiltrated your nostrils. natasha, of course, catches the action in time.

“oh my puppy…look at you enjoying mommy’s cock in your mouth. good dogs belong on their knees for me. i bet your puppycunt is dripping already. your boxers soaked from being such a desperate, needy slut for me. you act so tough with everyone else when you’re just craving to be a submissive mutt.”

from months of fooling and sneaking around with natasha, you know better than to talk back. even if it’s almost a natural instinct at this point. the urge to react is strong. your hands slip off your lap and grip her achilles. she almost raises her hand to reprimand you. until natasha’s eyes widen as you start fucking the back of your throat with the toy. the tip continuously hitting your tonsils, making your eyes water with each jab. natasha’s wetness pools between her legs, sticking between her thighs and most likely forming a small spot on the sheets.

natasha bites her lips and unintentionally releases a small whimper. she isn’t one for making much noise when she’s with you. natasha prefers degrading you and occasionally a moan or a pleasurable groan. your eyes sparkle with the noise. natasha forcefully pushes you off the plastic cock. the subtle expression of gloating in your eyes disgusted natasha. she hated the idea of you gaining even the slightest bit of an upper hand.

“get up and get on the bed, slut. on all fours like the bitch you are.”

[natty-taffy]

the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

Interactive fanfiction

series masterlist

Summary: Once again, a meeting of two souls

Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.II

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.II.I

Natasha doesn’t answer, instead, she touches your skin with the weight of a single feather, but with the strength of the hold of a fearful child, as if you are a materialization of a dream that, as a mist, could disappear through her very own fingers if she didn’t hold you close enough.

Your heartbeats follow the goosebumps on your entire body as you step impossibly closer to hers, looking back at her eyes to make sure she wasn’t pranking you.

But when you see the pure devotion bleeding out of the green irises you have always feared so much, you can’t help but trust her entirely- whatever it is that she knows about you it’s not to be taken lightly. 

Her breathing can no longer be distinguished from yours as she leaves one less inch to be closed, you can’t help the smile that blooms on your mouth. Once your lips touch Natasha’s, you feel your entire world turning upside down. 

Literally.

A tidal surge of memories floods your mind as you feel her smile against yours- unstoppable waves with the taste of loving and being loved, with the sounds of busy kitchens, loud classical music, with the pain of loss and worries that fail to be buried push and pull you away from the shore of what you thought you had known about your life.

You push her away from you, but grab her arms as if your entire existence depended on them- now you understand her grasp on you, mere moments ago.

In fact, you, now, understand everything. A thunder might as well have stricken you with the trainwreck of feelings your mouth manages to express as you whisper, a hundred and sixteen years later, your own very favorite word “Anastasia”

You look at her as if it's the first time all over again, every small detail of hers erupts a tsunami of sensation through your body, through your mind, through your blood. Anastasia, your gorgeous Natty, is standing in front of you and you are truly seeing her, after so long- it’s her beautiful smile that blesses your eyes and her fiery hair that lets you know you’re home, as they always did.

To say that her eyes- oh, how you love having missed her green eyes- gained life is an understatement, they glow as only the moon could ever dare to rival, her crystal tears wash away every ounce of her facade. You don't think there are words to come close to what you feel, merely looking at her, merely being looked at by her, loving her and being so deeply loved in return.

"What did-" Natty  tries to talk once, twice and, with a small sob, gives up on the third try.

You can’t do much but nod before you are engulfed by her in a soul-crushing hug, which is the exact one thing that you have always needed, in the whole wide world, since the realms of time, when your souls first met.

“[Y/N], my darling girl, my dove” She whispers against you, but you swear your heart could have heard it from miles away "How I have missed you, detka, how I love you"

And, a hundred and sixteen years later, once again, you find your heart to be happy again- you have finally heard the one thing your soul has always yearned for. You don’t think there is a way to explain how beautiful it feels to be loved by the owner of your heart. 

You manage to finally tell her what your throat has never allowed you to, as well, but that has been buried on your heart, begging to be released “I have loved you forever, Natty”

If her sobs are anything to go by, you could infer she has felt the same- after all, being it Natasha or Anastasia, you have never spent one day in your life without loving this woman with every fiber of your being, having you remember her, or not- a soul doesn't forget another.

“God” Natty laughs against your neck, another one of your newfound favorite feelings, before distancing herself to stare at your eyes “Wanda’s going to be insufferable when she finds out her advice actually worked"

“For you, princess, I’d handle a thousand ‘I told you so’s’ from a thousand Wandas” You chuckle as you cup her cheek with the palm of your hand, not getting enough of her- you feel unstoppable, you wonder if it's because you're finally free or if it's merely love.

“You must really love me” Nat jokes and your heart leaps in happiness when you notice how easily her smile appears around you and, even more, when you realize she does,  just as easily, believe in that, in your undying, devoted love for her.

“In every single universe, Anastasia, Natasha, Natalia, and whoever else you happen to find yourself in”

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END OF PATH

hello, lovelies! this is the end of this path <3 i hope you have liked this little fanfic experiment as much as i did, this one was the shortest of the paths, but it's one of the sweetest and overall best endings for nat and reader, kudos for finding it! i hope you explore some other paths a little bit more, thanks for reading <33

[bitchysoulwasteland]

The Cowboy And The Avenger

Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader

A/n: Hey guys, another crossover fanfic for you all. I hope you enjoy it :)

Jake had never been the sort of person tk flaunt a relationship. Okay, well, he had, but that was before he had met you.

You had met back when you were on the run from the HYDRA. Well, not on the run from HYDRA but you had been an assassin beside the Winter Soldier and they wanted you back. So, you fled. You went to Texas, got a place and tried your best to keep under anyone’s radar.

You pulled your car up in front of your new house. It wasn’t anything special but it was a place to live. It came with an old ranch and was beside another, the owners of which were incredibly nice.

You ended up meeting Jake a few weeks after you moved in. You were helping Mr and Mrs Seresin to fix their truck when he showed up.

You looked up from what you were doing when you herd someone behind you. Your enhanced hearing often came in handy whilst helping out around the Seresin ranch.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you round here before, ma’am.” You turned around to see what looked like a pilot standing before you, golden hair and green eyes glinting in the scorching sun.

“I’m Y/n L/n. I help Mr and Mrs Seresin. And please, don’t call me ma’am. It feels like I’m back in the forties. That’s something I’d rather not do again.” As you spoke Jake noticed a flicker of pain in your eyes, which disappeared as quickly as it had come.

You two had began dating and he had moved into your house and you got married soon after. You had finally got the love you had craved in between the mind wipes and missions.

After that, Kacy and Leigh Seresin were born. Jake loved the twins with all his heart and so did you. But, your past was beginning to creep up on you.

The girls were six when you and Jake took them to Disneyland, which they absolutely loved. The only thing that darkened an otherwise glorious day was that the Winter Soldier made an appearance in your life once more.

You walked into the kitchen as Jake put the girls to bed, a gun tucked into the waistband of your jeans. You had told Jake to stay upstairs with the girls no matter what happened.

You were prepared for a fight, so when he asked you to join the Avengers, it came as a monumental shock. You had been the one to stay with the kids whilst Jake went on missions for the Navy and you had been the one to help your in-law parents with anything on their ranch after you and Jake both fixed up your own ranch for yourselves.

You had agreed to join the Avengers, which was how you ended up inside a broken Quinjet coming back from a mission of which all of the avengers were involved in. The only Avengers that knew of any of this were Bucky (for obvious reasons) and Clint, since you two had bonded over the fact that you both had secret families.

“We’ll have to land. The jet will barely make it to the next state.” Steve said to Natasha who was co piloting for him.

“Where are we?” Peter piped up from the back of the aircraft.

Dread filled you as you herd Steve say the words you hadn’t wanted to hear. “According to this, Texas.”

You locked eyes with Clint before signing ‘what the hell do we do now?’

‘It’ll be fine’ he signed back ‘and even if it isn’t I’m sure that they won’t care that you’ve been lying to all of them, including Barnes about your family.’

‘Bucky knows, Clint.’ You signed.

You didn’t have any more time to say anything else when you landed and the doors opened revealing your ranch and your house within it.

You walked out of the jet as two children came barrelling through the grass. “Momma’s back!” Kacy giggled to Leigh as they ran.

You knelt down and wrapped your arms around them. “It’s good to see you girls, but I do have a question. Why did you run towards a jet that had just landed outside our house?”

“Sorry mama.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Now, let’s go find your dad. I bet you scared the life out of him running out here like that.”

“Daddy’s with Crystal. She got tired when we got her in today.” Kacy explained as you walked with them, the avengers all confused.

“Can we play aeroplanes, uncle James?” Leigh said as she quite literally hung off of Bucky’s metal arm.

“Course we can.” Bucky said, putting the little girl on his shoulders as she held out her arms like an aeroplane.

Jake was inside the house when you all got there. He raised an eyebrow at the amount of people that had appeared, but made no comment.

“Hey Jakie.” You said before kissing him.

“That’s an agent.” You herd Tony mutter. “And those two are little agents.”

“Guys this is my husband Jake Seresin and you’ve already met the twins Kacy and Leigh. Jake, the Avengers, Bucky you already know, of course.”

Little did you know that your little family would soon become a whole lot bigger, but you were glad it had.

[not-another-marvel-blog]

Last Christmas I gave you a promise

Avengers x Civillian!Reader

Just a collection of little fluff bombs since Christmas is approaching. I hope to get out 1 - 2 every week, maybe even more. Also trying to keep it gender neutral, if I missed anything feel free to reach out so i can change it up.

No warnings, just fluffy goodness :)

Wordcount: 649

They had promised to come back in time, in time to celebrate the next christmas. A day you very much cherished, all of the Christmas season to be exact. A difficult mission was the reason, going undercover for an unknown time. Closed off from family friends or Partners. It was redeemed too dangerous for everyone around them. So how does it feel when they come back after a year just in time on christmas?

Natasha Romanoff:

You were used to Natasha being out most of the time, S.H.I.E.L.D was taking up a lot of time from her, not to mention that she was still an Avenger too. You had both rented a little apartment in New York even though it seemed to be more your space than hers. Not that she didn't live there but except for a few personal items and books, she didn't bring much in on the moving day. You thought it wouldn't be too bad, missing her and all but after the second month it got almost painful. Whenever you passed a picture of you both or a gift she had gotten you in the past, it was as if they had stolen her away from you. 

Not to mention that you didn't even know how she was or what she was doing on that mission.

A sigh left your lips as you leaned against the kitchen counter, a small portion of spaghetti and tomato sauce in a separate pot were bubbling quietly in front of you. Outside it was snowing, little flakes falling against the glass of the window, all looking like little crystals.

You were just about to get your food on a plate as you heard the door. At first you didn't even think it would be Natasha, no call, no notification or anything you could think of, and you also did not hear a key turn in the lock. All of your alarm bells began to ring and you cautiously looked around the kitchen for a weapon, just in case. In your panic you grabbed the next best thing, the fork laying next to your readied plate. You weren't a hero, some sort of spy or anything, but Natasha had shown you one or two tricks if anyone ever decided to break into your shared home. 

Holding your breath you sneaked your way into the living room, in the direction of the front door. As you heard a step towards you, you threw yourself at the unknown threat. You didn't expect them to move that fast, in a matter of a second your hands were behind your back and you were pressed against the wall. Though, it did seem as if they were holding back, since that move should have hurt a lot more than it did.

“That wasn't too bad my dear.” Natasha let out a chuckle and you felt the grip on your hands lighten, you felt so dumb in that very moment, of course it had to be her. Turning around, you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her closer. In the beginning of your relationship she wasn't too keen on physical touch but with time she got more and more comfortable around you. “I learned from the best.” You mumbled into the crook of her neck as you buried your face against her. 

“I made it in time.” She almost whispered back and you felt a smile decorating your lips. “Yes you did” You simply answered and enjoyed the warmth of her embrace a little longer. 

You only had gotten a small tree decorated with a few ornaments and a chain light but it still looked pretty nice, the way the lights illuminated the room gave the right kind of christmas feeling. 

You skipped your dinner and settled down onto the sofa, Natasha right next to you. It had been so long since the two of you could just relax and be in the moment. Questions could be asked tomorrow. 

Natasha still seemed a bit on the edge but she let you hold her, caressing through her hair, while you watched old Christmas comedies and soapy romances, making remarks on how bad they were and yet, still watching them. This could be an amazing tradition for the coming Christmases you two would spend together. 

[ladyelissarose]

Prologue- ‘I Think I Like Her’

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of sex, some questionable situations, dagger squad being cool, AND THIS CHAPTER IS SO LONG BUT VERY INFORMATIVE!!!!

Jake’s POV

“Hey hey boys let’s bring it in!! Where’s my whiskey!!?”

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin hollered like a proud man as he walked into Hard Deck wearing his signature Naval beige khakis and his smug smile, taking each stride with smooth steps and a slight movement to his hips, towards the Dagger Squad’s favorite pool table. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw looked up to the Ken Doll Aviator with a smile as he held up his small crystal glass of a cool piña colada, replying back with sass, 

  “Jake... looking good as always... that’s why I got you your whiskey already.”

Reaching his hand behind him, Bradley then pulled out a fresh glass of golden whiskey, just for his favorite tease, Jake Seresin. If his smile could grow more, it would, as Jake took the glass thankfully with a wink reserved just for Bradley,

  “I knew I could count on you Bradshaw... thanks buddy pal.”

 “Anytime Sunshine, now have a seat, Bob and Nix just started a new game of 9-ball.”

 Jake happily situated himself next to Bradley, as he saw Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd  and Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace get in position for their game. Bradley and Jake had planned for all their aviator buddies to get together at Hard Deck for the evening, just to chill out and not think about the hard work they had done that day. Soon Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado, Reuben ‘Payback’ Fitch and Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia made their way to the group with large grins and holding their own choice of drink. Javy clapped Jake’s back and ruffled Bradley’s hair as he cheered,

  “Sorry for being late, but the hottest boys in town have finally arrived gentlemen! So who’s playing?”

 Reuben fist bumped Bradley and Jake as he answered for them while watching Bob hit a perfect shot,

  “Nix and Bob are up, you and I go next for a rematch from last time.”

 Jake remembered the time they had to call the game short when Admiral Beau ‘Cyclone’  Simpson decided to call them back to base earlier than usual. After handshaking Mickey, Jake guided him to sit in the chair next to him, as he put forth,

 “Reuben almost had you Javy, let’s see if he can get his win this time, or if you make a comeback! And why were you guys late anyways? We all left my place at the same time.”

  Javy grabbed a random wooden stool and sat in front of Jake and Bradley as he began to explain,

  “So turns out they’re moving Cyclone for a bit, switching out Admirals I believe it was. And well, I guess the new guy came in today, because that jerk called me in and said my bunker was a mess, so I had to go and clean it up.”

  Bradley let out a short huff,

 “No way, you’re bunker is one of the cleanest, besides Jake’s, what was so dirty to him?”

 Shaking his head lightly with a scoff Javy put forth,

“He said my corners weren’t tucked in all the way. Like can you believe that!! He’s an ass!!”

 Mickey punched into the conversation as he replied,

 “He seems to be picky, and worst of all, he brought in a new Dagger Squad to collide with ours-“

 Bradley spit out his piña colada as Jake shrieked with wide eyes of shock,

  “HE WHAT-“

Wiping his mouth from the juice that trickled down his chin Bradley added,

“Who the hell is this guy!?”

Reuben passed Bradley a napkin as he put forth dreadfully,

  “His name is Admiral George Tannin, goes by the callsign ‘Chaos’ and I’ve heard he’s a tough one, tougher than Cyclone.”

  Jake groaned with disappointment along with Bradley. Bob then came around and tapped Reuben’s shoulder signaling that he had won the game while pointing towards the pool table shyly. Bob wasn’t one to shout and cheer when he wins, (he actually feels bad that the other lost to him) but Bradley and Jake cheer for him as they looked over at the table seeing Natasha point out how he did it,

  “So Bob actually had a great strategy this time, he was able to skip the ball so it could land in that hole he picked, can you believe that!?”

 Bob let out a shy smile as Jake congratulated him,

  “You did good son! That’s what I’m talking about!! Here, let me go get you a drink-“

 Natasha was quick to quip in as she reminded him,

 “Not whiskey it makes his tummy hurt Jake, do some coke and rum.”

 Jake sent Natasha a wink as he promised,

  “I know Nixy, don’t worry I know my boy well. Now Bob, sit tight and enjoy the feeling of victory, I’ll be right back.”

  Bradley pinched Jake’s arm with a tease as he passed by him,

  “You’re such a sap.”

 Jake smacked his arm playfully replying,

  “I know I am, but only for you guys.”

Tempy’s POV

The loud music playing on the Jukebox was long ignored by a certain new customer that sat on the barstools at the main bar in the one and only Hard Deck of Fighter Town, Miramar. Her copper colored bourbon was long forgotten as well when her small cellphone was held in her soft hands instead, as she determinedly typed away. An overly large, navy blue jean jacket kept her pretty warm and safe from the cold AC that was directly hitting her, and she kept her legs that were only sporting plaid shorts, hide under the bar. She let her feet swing a little as they were held above ground, letting the tips of her simple black Converse (her fathers old Converse) barely graze the wall. Once she hit ‘send’ on her phone, Natalie Temperance, who was a 24 year old woman, with mid-length brown hair that rested on her back with dying curls that she had hair sprayed a thousand times earlier that morning so they’d stay tight and pretty, (but after a whole day of airports and flights, yeah they were definitely messy) You see, Natalie just came into San Diego from Rhode Island, after graduating from Naval Justice School from that state. She decided that before settling into her job as a JAG, she’d spend her free 3 weeks with her father, who lived in Fighter Town, his retirement place to stay. And right now, she was texting him and letting him know that she had arrived, but her father had replied saying that he was at therapy, and that he would be out later that evening. And sense Temperance left her key with him, she couldn’t go home just yet, so she stopped by the Hard Deck, figuring it’d be a nice place to settle at for now. So now, here in Hard Deck she sat in her plaid shorts, white t-shirt, and overly-sized jean jacket, with her backpack next to her on the ground that held all her belongings. Natalie left her phone on the bar, as she then took a sip of her once abandoned bourbon, but mid stopped when she heard the most adorable, Texan accent speak so smoothly to the beautiful owner of the bar, Penny Benjamin herself. 

  “Hello once again, ma’am. I’ll take a fresh Coke and Rum for my boy, Bobby.”

Natalie subtly took a glance at the tall, blond man that stood next to her, with his bulging biceps in sight as he had them rest on the bar when he leaned forward onto it. (She craved to take a bite of them, and kick the vein that went up his arm, for they looked so.. just so good) His smooth, dirty blond hair was brushed back, (maybe by his fingers if he ran them through it a lot) a clean shaven face with a nice jawline and perfect nose. What was supposed to be a quick glance turned into unintentional staring, but that was because Natalie had never seen such a gorgeous man. And at this point she had only seen his side profile, but still thought that he had to have been sculpted by the beauty gods and goddesses themselves. Natalie kept the glass at her lips, forgetting to drink on or even put it down, as she was caught into a trance. But she immediately snapped out of it, when her mind registered his words, that were definitely directed to her, as he still faced forward and sweetly said,

  “Your staring darlin’, just take a picture and it’ll last longer, go ahead.. I don’t charge.”

 Natalie gulped down her drool and bourbon that threatened to spill out at his words, and then profusely apologized with a big effort of not stuttering out of mere embarrassment,

  “Sir I’m so sorry, I don’t know what hit me.”

 Jake let his held tilt back slight as he set free a low chuckle, as well as the caged up butterflies in Natalie tummy. 

  ‘Damn what an adorable laugh too- oh my god he looks even better facing me!’

Jake’s POV

Jake had finally turned his full face towards Natalie, as he replied,

  “I think my looks hit you sweets- oh.”

‘Damn what a fine lady... where the hell did she come from?’

 Jake let his eyes roam around Natalie’s appearance, silently admiring how different yet beautiful she looked, not realizing that he made her feel slightly insecure about herself, thinking he was judging her looks. He then saw how Natalie looked back at her drink shyly while trying to fix her hair with one hand while the other pulled on her jacket. From hanging around girls for so long, Jake knew girls by the book, and could tell, that Natalie’s moves were those of a shy person, trying to make better their looks to impress him. At other times with other girls, Jake would laugh it off and liked to see them struggle to pretty up for his standards, but with Natalie, it was like totally different, because she was already so beautiful and perfect, regardless how she looked right now. Hence why Jake was quick to point forward with utter honesty and tactfulness,

  “You look absolutely great today, and I-I like your jacket.”

Natalie stopped fiddling with her chain necklace and could only stare in surprise, no one in her life ever complimented on something that wasn’t her plump boobs or juicy ass, so hearing this was definitely new, and more than welcome. With a small smile Natalie replied,

  “Thanks, this is my dad’s jacket, holds lots of memories he says.”

Jake sent Natalie a warm smile as he saw how proud she was to sport her father’s treasures, 

 “I bet it does...”

 He could see Natalie appreciated his words by the way she eyed him sweetly, he then realized that he hadn’t introduced himself, and so did she at the same time, hence why the said at once,

  “I’m Jacob Seresin, but you can call me Jake.”

“I’m Natalie Temperance, but you can call me Tempy.”

 Both gaped at each other for a second before Tempy began to giggle like a teenager, which caused Jake to go along, when her giggles became too contagious. Tempy’s POV

But all the fun was cut short, when a loud bell began to ding,

‘DING DING DING!!!’

Tempy looked around nervously as she tried to catch up to the moment, not realizing what was coming. Until Penny came up with the coke and Rum, and pointed to a sign behind her that was a few feet away, that read clearly,

  ‘Disrespect A Lady, The Navy, Or Put Your Cellphone On My Bar.. You Buy A Round’

 Tempy’s jaw dropped as she let out a low whisper while looking at her cellphone, comfortably resting on the bar,

 ‘Oh hell no...”

The crowd cheered loudly behind her, making her think,

 ‘That’s gonna be a heavy bill... bunch of drunkys.’

With pleading eyes Tempy begged Penny,

 “Ok ok, give me a chance. Let me get my card.”

 Penny sent Tempy a wink as she put forth,

  “I can wait.”

 Quickly forgetting her new crush at the thought of paying for the whole bar, Tempy went to digging her hand into her small backpack, beginning to search frantically for her debit card, unbeknownst to her, she forgot it in the cab she took to get here, after she gave it to the Uber so he could charge her for the ride. And when she couldn’t find her wallet, she let out a gasp at the realization,

 ‘FUCK!! I freaking forgot my wallet!! Well shit.. I’m screwed, screwed because I lost it.. and cause I can’t pay.’

Dropping her bag onto the ground with a heavy sigh, Tempy couldn’t help but honestly put forth,

  “I forgot my wallet, I don’t have it here at all, I-I don’t even know how I thought I was going to pay for this drink.”

 Penny’s face just about dropped at hearing the news, she really thought Tempy would’ve had it on her. And if it was any other day, she honestly would’ve let it slide, but the fact that the entire, full packed bar knew about Tempy paying up and now knowing she didn’t have her card, she couldn’t hide it. It was only fair that Penny carried on with the rules like she did with any one else, if not there could be problems. So unfortunately she had to go on with the rules, and ring the bell. Penny watched Tempy’s face go from looking sorry to utterly shocked when she walked towards the large bronze bell, and rang it loudly three times,

 ‘DING DING DING!!!!’

It was like if a touchdown was made at the SuperBowl, for the whole crowd went loud.

 “WOOOOOO!!!!!”

Tempy almost fell out of her seat at the sudden uproar, but contained herself as she began to hear the words of cheer,

  “OVERBOARD OVERBOARD!!!”

Two random ladies from the crowd began to march towards Tempy proudly, and the men around looked at her smugish and kinda proud to see this cute little girl have  hands on her to throw her out. Over the noise Tempy heard Penny say,

 “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

Tempy let out a sweet smile, understanding her mistake of forgetting her wallet, not knowing the rules, and the fact that the rules applied to anyone, no matter what.

  “It’s ok! This will be a great memory, and thanks for the bourbon!”

 Penny didn’t understand how Tempy had such a forgiving heart, others at times would put up a big fight, or curse awfully at Penny, but not Tempy. Soon the women arrived close enough and put their arms on her, ready to pull her out of her seat, until a tall, muscular man came in between the women and Tempy as he spoke simply,

  “I’ll pay for it, no need to toss the pretty girl out like if she’s a rag doll.”

 The women stared at Jake in shock, and the whole crowd seemed to of silenced themselves at the interaction. Turning around to face Tempy, Jake extended his hand and placed it in hers, with his card,

  “Here, I know it’ll all cover. Take it.”

Tempy stood up and tried to hand the card back thinking that it was crazy for him to take the responsibility of such a grand bill, she almost begged him not to,

 “No no, please, Jake. It’s ok, it’s my fault I had my phone on the bar all afternoon-“

 Jake lowered his head to her level and near her ear as he whispered with a low growl,

 “Just take the card please, I don’t want to see you thrown out. I’ll defend you.’

 Tempy’s heart just about melted at his kindness and at the sound of his persistence, so she nervously took the card from his warm hand, as she replied with eyes filled with awe,

  “Thank you.”

Standing up to his full height which caused him to look down at her, Jake sent Tempy a warm smile with a wink,

  “No problem sweetheart, go ahead.”

When Tempy turned around to face Penny and hand her the card, she saw how Penny sent Jake a look of appreciation and mouthed to him, ‘Thank you so much’

Penny took the card from Tempy happily as she put forth,

  “You’re a lucky star, karma paid you well for your kindness and honesty.”

Tempy could only give a small smile as she retrieved the card from Penny,

  “Thank you, ma’am. This place is lovely by the way.”

Penny felt appreciated as she thanked Temperance, 

 “Thank you, honey, have a great night, hope to see you again.”

 “Oh, you will!!”

When Tempy grabbed her bag from the ground and decided to go find Jake, she quickly found him near by already looking at her with a grin. Jake was the first to start walking towards her and take the card she handed him as he put forth,

 “Thank you.. Let me walk you outside.”

He let his arm out which Tempy took and let herself be guided by him outside the bar, feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach at the feeling up his hard rock bicep rest under her hand. She began to fall for how kind and confident he was, he didn’t care who was there or what, he stuck his head out for those he cared about, and held his chin up high while he did it. 

 Jake’s POV 

Upon walking outside, Jake held onto Tempy’s arm with his free hand as he walked them down the steps that were there (such a gentleman) and when they got down the last step, Jake looked around, expecting for Tempy to call out which vehicle was hers, but he was instead met with her sudden ruffles sounds of her looking through her bag as she stated,

  “I need to call a cab, my dad is still busy right now.”

Jake thought for a moment before looking back at Tempy,

 ‘Maybe I can take her? Would she think that’s creepy? Fuck it-‘

 he then offered,

  “Would it be ok if I took you home?”

He felt a love dart hit his chest when he saw her face beam at him with gratefulness,

 “Oh Jake, that would be really kind of you-“

 “HEY JAKEY BOY! You leaving so early??”

Jake and Tempy turned their heads towards the handsome, mustache man, Bradley,  who stood at the entrance with his hands holding both doors as he stood there. Jake then realized that tonight was supposed to be a ‘hangout’ time, 

‘Shit I won’t be able to take her.. I promised them I’d be here all evening and not leave with a girl... damn it why did you have to be here at the wrong time gorgeous?’

 Jake’s face dropped as he looked back at Tempy with now sad puppy eyes, regretting saying his next words,

 “Listen Tempy, I promised my friends that I’d stay here for the whole afternoon because I usually leave them hanging-“

 He then took out his wallet again as he pulled out some 20s,

 “but here’s some cash to pay for your Uber-“

He felt Tempy’s small hands grab at his as she pleaded once again,

  “Jake please not again it’s too much-“

He then placed the 2 20s in her bags outside pocket as he insisted while looking her in the eye, showing her he wasn’t kidding,

 “Just take it, you’ll need it if you don’t have your wallet.”

 Seeing how he wouldn’t give up, Tempy gave in, and accepted his sweet actions, and returned the kind gesture, when she then took out a pen from her bag, and got his hand in hers once again,

 “Let me give you my number!”

Jake practically gasped like a high school boy over his crush as he blushed,

 “Oh great! Thanks!-“

 “JAKE COME ON! YOU PROMISED!!”

Now this time Javy stood next to Bradley as he called out to him desperately, not wanting Jake to leave them like he always did. Tempy scribbled down her number insanely fast but it was still readable, she then reassured him,

  “You go with them, it’s ok. I’ll be perfectly fine, you can text me later, when you’re home.”

 Jake smiled down at his hand as he began to read her number and the little flower she drew on his hand, knowing that she’d be the one to text him first, for what he pulled earlier,

“Will do Tempy, and thank you.”

“No problem, and thank you a million... now go before your boys scream again like fan girls.”

  “You got that right!”

 Then without thinking Jake planted a kiss on Tempy’s cheek before running back inside as he shouted to Bradley and Javy,

  “You boys are so impatient!!”

Bradley and Javy watched Jake walk completely inside after he took a double look back at Tempy, before waving ‘bye’ and walking towards the pool table. 

Bradley’s POV

Bradley saw how extra giddy Jake looked, and could only wonder who was the ‘special girl’ tonight. For usually, after hitting on girls, Jake was more puffed up and even a little too cocky, but this time, he was all putty and a huge, smiley softie. Bradley looked outside from the doors large windows, and could see the ‘special girl’ wave off to the Uber that had just arrived for her, and watched how she skipped to the door and opened it, then got in and left. 

  ‘I wonder who she is? And why is Jake so extra giddy? Maybe she’s an old friend?’

Bradley was just about to walk away from the door, when he caught his eye on a tall, ugly older man who showed up, coming close to the door, with 3 other people with him. Bradley quickly opened the door to let them in,

  “Here you go, Sir.”

The 3 other people walked in, who were a man and two women, but the older man stayed still and eyed Bradley with disgrace as he meanly said,

 “It’s Admiral George Tannin to you, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

 Bradley just about jumped back in some shock as he asked,

 “You know me?”

Tannin scoffed as he put forth,

 “Who wouldn’t recognize your porn-stache face Bradshaw? Looking like a jock just like your old man, Nick. I want that shaved off by tomorrow, and go home, you got curfew now for pissing me off-“

And if Bradley hadn’t pissed off the Admiral now, Jake finished the job when he interrupted him by asking Bradley,

 “Bradley you whined about me holding up time and here you- oh, sorry sir didn’t realize you were with him-“

 Tannin then stood up to Jake as he tried to appear bigger, (but Jake of course was bigger) as he scolded Jake,

 “I don’t think you’re interrupting me Lieutenant Jake Seresin-“

 Jake’s eyes went wide but was cut off when Tannin added,

  “Yes, I know you too pretty boy. Shave that damned hair off, looking like a boy instead of a man.”

 Jake straightened his shoulders as he replied in a short term,

 “Yes sir-“

 “It’s Admiral, you twit.”

Bradley saw how Jake’s fists clenched behind him as he held onto his wrists behind his back, and could only try and lighten the situation as he put forth,

  “We’ll all be on our way home, Admiral. Let me call my squad.”

 Tannin then nodded proudly, like if he had won some kind of game of control. Smiling with a sorta wicked smile, he put forth,

 “Thank you, Bradshaw. Now I want you all back at base before 22:00. And tomorrow morning you all better be in the debriefing room by 7:45 sharp. You pretty boy, no hair, and you porn-stache, no stache. Now get.”

  Jake was the first to run off to the pool table and he rapidly said once he arrived,

 “Guys lets go, I’ll explain once we’re out and in our respectful cars.”

All of them looked at Jake in shock as the saw his face and behavior now upset and in a slight worry state. But nonetheless they packed up their things and began to walk towards the front, until Jake and Bradley pushed them back. Jake pointed towards the Admiral that sat by the door with the two young women right at his sides, like freaking gum stuck on his shoe. They cringe at the sight of these two woman practically drooling by his side. And the other guy that came with them, sat at the bar getting drinks from Penny. Bradley and Jake then suggested that they leave through the back door, so they wouldn’t have to face the insults of Tannin. (Such protectors and mommers of their squad) 

Aviators POV

 Once in their cars, and one their way home to pack their bags to go to base, Jake was the first to connect them all in one call as he began to rant,

  “Reuben your right, new Admiral is one son of a bitch. He wants me to shave my fucking hair off.”

 Natasha gasped as Mickey put forth,

 “No freaking way!!? What a loser!”

Bradley pitched in as he sadly told Natasha,

 “Babe he wants my mustache off-“

Natasha was quick to step up as she warned,

“OH NO HE DOESN’T!! That fucking stays on babe.”

 Reuben settled it as he put forth sadly,

 “No Nixy... it has to go... who knows what he’ll do if Bradley disobeys a direct order.”

Natasha let out a groan as Bob questioned with an upset tone,

“But isn’t the stache allowed! That’s Bradley’s signature look, so he could look like his good papa, Nick.”

 Javy answered for Bradley,

 “Well according to stupid Tannin, it doesn’t cut out for him, he says he wants it off. I told you he was an ass.”

 Mickey then pointed out,

 “I think those 3 other people with him are the new aviators... they look kinda meanly too.”

 Jake scoffed,

 “Shit, I bet they are... I seriously can’t believe this.”

 Everyone kinda stayed quiet after that, before Bradley broke the silence,

 “I definitely think they’re all jerks... but I’ll see you guys tonight at base, I’ll be there at 22:00 sharp, and please don’t be late guys, I don’t want to see you guys doing push-ups and shit. And just know I’m calling Mav about this.”

 Jake pleaded,

 “Please do, Brads. Goodnight y’all, got to go.”

 Everyone then said their goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ (only because Bob had made it a point one time to say that it was important to express such because they were more than just friends, they were family)

 Jake’s POV

After ending the call, Jake’s phone beeped loudly, letting him know he got a message, so at a red light he picked up his phone, thinking it was Bradley or Javy. But he grew a large smile as he read the message,

 ‘Hey sneaky, I found your number in my bag! So I thought I’d text you and let you know I’m home! My dad left the keys outside for me. Want to come over to pick up the cash? Just got my card back, so I want to pay you back.’

 Jake knew he wasn’t going to ever ask her for money or anything back, he just couldn’t, but he still took up the offer to see her as he replied,

 ‘Sure! That sounds great! Can I come over now?’

Seconds later he got the reply,

‘Yes! I have a free house till 10, it’s barely 8:30, so you’re free to come around before then!’

‘Great! Send me the address, I’ll be there soon!’

Jake fist pumped the air when he saw her send her address, and ended with,

‘Drive safe!!’

He saw the light turn green, but he waited to go until he sent,

 ‘Will do!!’

Minutes later Jake had arrived, coming to park his Old Chevy truck at the curb on the corner where her house was at. Jake felt warm inside at the sight of such a cozy home. It was a brown bricked house, with white edges and two large windows in the front, a large wooden door with a glass window in the middle. Yellow rose bushes sported each sides of the house, and the lawn looked very well kept, almost to perfect like if it came out from a beautiful painting. Jake began to imagine what life would look like once he had settled down and had a less-stressful life, a cute little home for himself, that wasn’t as big as the one he had back in Texas at his parents Ranch. Someplace cozy and safe that he can come home to after a long day, maybe come home to a warm tomato soup with grilled cheese, or walking into the greatest scents of carrot cake to pumpkin pie, Jake sighed to himself happily as he thought,

 ‘I wonder what that kind of life looks like... must be nice... cozy... lovely... I wonder how Tempy sees her future... after settlin’ down and stuff-‘

“Who are you?!”

Jake jumped at the thundering voice that shouted at him all to suddenly,

“Holy shi-“

Jake didn’t even finish his cursing sentence when he turned quiet at the sight of a tall man in a black t-shirt that was tucked in his dark colored jeans, wearing black biker boots with a helmet placed on his head with the visors down. He then approached Jake as he barked out in a sterner tone, 

“Boy you better answer me-“

A swing to a door sounded loudly before a sweet voice called out quickly,

 “Pops it’s ok, he’s here to pick up something for me, he-he’s a friend.”

Jake turned around and saw the one and only beauty that had his heart in a million knots. Tempy stood at the door and held it wide open as she eyed her father with pleading eyes of, ‘please be nice’. Jake was already falling into cloud 9 while gazing at Tempy, but was yanked down when he heard a rough sigh come from behind him,

“Fine... come inside with me, young man. And follow me.”

Jake sent Tempy a sorta shy smile before following the tall man inside.

 Tempy’s POV

 Tempy held the door opened for them as they walked in, and blushed hard while closing it when Jake sent Tempy a quick but great, grinning smile. 

 ‘He’s such a sappy guy... cute too.’

 Tempy then ran up to her father and hugged him tightly as he cheered happily,

  “It’s good to have you home Nati, welcome home and congrats.”

  The tall man kissed her head a she replied while hugging him tighter,

  “Thanks pops.. it’s good to be home too.”

The tall man chucked to himself at Tempy’s words, as a father it was hard to let his daughter go so she could chase her dreams, but he was more than proud to know she had succeeded. He then let her go with a last kiss to the head, and then called out to Jake while walking away.

  “You and I, the kitchen.”

Before Tempy could do anything else, or say anything, they were long gone, for Jake had followed her father to wherever he went, like a soldier in command, but Tempy knew that that was the effect her father had on anyone. She could hear her father’s deep voice come from the kitchen as he talked to Jake, quick to start interrogation.

  “So young man, what’s the name, and rank, Sailor?”

 Jake’s POV

‘Wow.. ok he knows I’m Navy... I can handle this, don’t be nervous, you’re a fucking Naval Aviator for crying out loud, if I can take 10 Gs, I can take him.’

 Jake tried to relax his body posture so he wouldn’t look intimidated or tense, as he replied smoothly and respectfully as possible,

  “I’m Jacob Seresin, Lieutenant in Navy Aviation, o-or Top Gun, sir.”

The tall man, with shining black-grayish hair and piercing hazel eyes, looked away from the fridge door where he grabbed two root beers, and took a look at Jake’s name tag, and the golden wings that laid proudly and beamingly on his chest. He could see the way Jake held his breath, as he hummed to himself first, then took a few seconds to answer, and finally looked away while replying,

  “A Naval Aviator huh? You have my respect... I left that choice behind, for fear of heights.”

  Jake let out a quiet breath of relief, as he took in the tall man’s words, grateful that he hadn’t got a worse commentary. When the tall man turned around and faced Jake with the root beer, Jake didn’t skip a second before extending his hand and saying,

  “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

The tall man placed the drinks down on the white counter top, before taking Jake’s hand firmly, and shaking it nicely, as he spoke slowly but confidently, like if he knew that with every breath he took, Jake slowly felt smaller and smaller, overwhelmed by the respectful power that this man seemed to possess.

  “It’s nice to meet you too son, I’m Francis Temperance, Naty’s father. And I was Chief Petty Officer...  as a Navy Seal.”

 Jake stopped shaking his hand, while being taken aback,

‘A Navy Seal? No way.’

  “Oh, thank you for your service, sir.”

“Appreciate it son... and thank you too.”

Francis let Jake go and only smirked to himself, proud to know he had an effect as he saw Jake’s expression of admiration. He then handed Jake the beer bottle after he opened it with his fingers, and picked up a file that was on the nice, cedar wooden dining table, that was decorated with sunflowers in the center. Jake then took a quick swig, groaning in delight from the sweet taste, and catching Tempy’s figure as she walked in gracefully towards her father,

  “Pops are you leaving again?”

 Jake watched the interaction go on as if he wasn’t there, but it all felt very homey and comfortable, oddly enough, he didn’t even feel like he was in the way or out of place as they went on communicating,

  “Yes ma’am, I forgot to bring my progress sheet to Solomons... and he needs it today. But I’ll be back home probably later than 10... so don’t wait for me, go to sleep sweetheart, you’ve had a long day. Tomorrow will be fresher for you so we can celebrate your arrival.”

 Jake held in his gasp when he suddenly heard Tempy squeal with delight, but then quickly felt his heart squeezed with awe as she let her face shine with a beaming smile,

  “Oh Oh! Are you going to make your famous French Toast!!?”

 With a pointing finger her father warned,

  “Nuh-uh... no guessing... I remember your #1 favorite breakfast , out of all the ones you call your favorite-“

 He then turned his attention towards Jake as he asked,

  “Jacob, would you like to come tomorrow for breakfast? My daughter doesn’t have any other friends or company, it’s just her and I.”

 Tempy’s POV

Tempy stayed quiet for a few seconds, watching how different her father was behaving and how welcoming he was. Francis, has never done that, he was more mean and stern. In the past, he had already kicked out the boy Tempy would bring in, not even letting them in the house, let alone giving them a beer. But she smiled warmly to herself, when she saw how sweet he was being, it was different, but as she had felt earlier before, it was more than welcome.

But her smile dropped sadly, when she heard Jake reply in a calm but sad tone,

  “I appreciate the offer, I really love a good breakfast. But I got a new Admiral today, and he has given us curfew to be in before 10, and we’ll he wants us stuck at base. I’ll have to pass for that sir, I’m sorry.”

  Francis POV

 ‘Well that fucking sucks... I really like this kid.’

Francis clicked his tongue as he playfully put out,

  “That’s alright son, there’s always another time. And It’s always those new Admirals huh? .. being a bunch of talky jerks, putting in new rules when they can’t follow their own. Did you know that they add news rules to cover up the ones they don’t follow?”

 Jake gulped down as he shook his head,

  “No sir, I didn’t know. But I’ll keep that in mind and something to look out for.”

Francis sent Jake a wink,

 “You should son... Now, I must get going before that man Darius Solomons sleeps on me.. that old man.”

Then he quickly hugged Tempy and pecked her forehead before walking to Jake and taking his hand to shake while warning,

“But I’ll let you two be, no shenanigans, and Jacob get back on base early, don’t worry about missing my breakfast, my house is open to you at anytime.”

 Jake finally let a full smile grow on his face for Francis as he thanked him,

  “Thank you, it’s more than appreciated.”

He then began to walk out, and called out to Jake,

 “Lock the door for me, Jacob. I’ll see you later Nati!”

 “I’ll see you soon Pops! Say hi to Uncle Solomons for me.”

 “Indeed I will.”

Tempy’s POV

Soon the door was shut and locked by Jake came back inside after he insisted to walk Francis to his old Jeep Sahara.

 Tempy had already pulled out a large amount of cash from her bank account, by still grabbed her card as she met Jake in the living as she put forth,

  “I pulled out $300, is that enough or how much did Lady Penny make you pay?”

 Jake mid stopped walking towards Tempy as he held his hands up while looking around like if he was lost,

 “Ummm... I don’t remember I don’t have the receipt... I don’t even remember paying a bill today.”

 Tempy let out a cute chuckle as she made the move to walk up to Jake while holing up the money,

 “Well, if you don’t remember then I’ll have to remind you-“

 She then tried to stuff the wad of cash in his back pocket, but Jake was quick to dodge and move away while he joked,

 “I don’t remember paying anything tonight, I don’t know why you’re trying to give me money pretty lady.”

 Tempy didn’t let up as she continued to try and put the money somewhere on him, all while laughing,

  “Jake take the money it’s a lot you paid today!!”

 “No it wasn’t!! I only paid 5 bucks for my whiskey! Or wait, my brother Bradley did!!”

Tempy laughed out loud at how ridiculous they looked now, running around the living room as Tempy tried to give him the money. 

 “Jake take the money please!! You didn’t have to pay for me!”

 “Pay for you? Sugar I didn’t do anything-“

 “Jake it was more than $250 I saw the bill!!”

 “No you didn’t, you must have been dreaming while staring at me!!”

Tempy bit back a laugh as she remembered staring down at Jake earlier that day, but what she didn’t realize was that he had stopped running, and she crashed into his front. 

  Jake’s POV 

This crash sent them both to the ground, with her resting her hands on his broad, muscular chest with her ass on his meaty lap, and Jake’s hands flew to catch her hips, first to steady her, and second to not accidentally rub her against his crotch. Both of them went quiet immediately at their awkward moment, but neither dared to move either, weighing one another’s next words or decision. But Jake took those seconds of silence to admire the beauty that rested above him, his mind began to steer him away from reality,

 ‘Damn isn’t she a fine sight for sore eyes... just look at her, pink cheeks, bright eyes, cute... kissable lips, nice hips that are a perfect place for my hands-‘

 “Lieutenant Seresin... you’re staring.. take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

 Jake blinked his eyes twice before snapping back to the moment, taking in the fact that Tempy used his own words against him. He squeezed her hips lightly, as he chuckled,

  “You’re stealing my lines... but you’re right, let me grab my phone-“

 “Hey!”

Tempy smacked his chest playfully to hold his attention before finally stuffing the cash into his shirt. Jake let out an exaggerated gasp while starting to handle his buttons to take out the money,

 “Little Lady I’m no stripper! You just stuffed my shirt, when you’re the one giving the show I see.”

 Tempy was quick to grab his hands and hold them above his head, stopping him from going on, as she put forth,

  “First, I’m not putting on a show-“

 With his eyes gazing around them to point out the position they were in, he interrupted her, 

 “You are, you’re on my hips and you keep moving-“

 Tempy’s eyes grew wide with embarrassment and tried to move, until Jake held her in place and calmed her nerves with his soothing voice, 

 “nah-ah... don’t move, you’re fine. Just let me go to take this cash out- oh!”

 Tempy moved her hips quite harshly against him, to stop him from withering around, causing a great affect on him when he groaned loudly,

 “Dooooooooon’t do that!”

Tempy did it again as she teased with a little voice,

 “And why not? I thought you said I was putting a show, so I am now.”

 Jake locked eyes with Tempy, and thought for a second, before putting up a deal, a deal he knew she’d take, because she was as desperate as him for more touch, and now sexual satisfaction.

Tempy could feel his burning and darkening gaze and see the wheels turn in his brain as he took a few seconds of silence, she couldn’t help but move again, to get him to talk. And it worked when he spurted out,

  “Hey - ok! Here’s a deal, I got to go in about 30 minutes... you give me a show.. a good one, and I’ll let you keep the cash.”

 Tempy huffed out a laugh, while letting his hands go. She felt a little pinch at being seen like a whore or such, because she was more than that, but she shook those thoughts away, when Jake was quick to rephrase, afraid he had hurt her feelings, which was the last thing he wanted,

  “Listen sweetheart, I know you’re more than someone who gives sex for money... I can see it in your dignity and they way you hold yourself up.... I just want a way to give you your money back, because you won’t let up...”

 Tempy let her eyes fall onto the rewards Jake had on his chest, and ran her fingers across his gold wings, as she put forward,

  “You’re right, I’m more than that.. I’m Lieutenant Natalie Temperance for the Navy-“

 “Fuck that’s all you have to say!”

Jake heard Tempy let out a shriek of surprise when he flipped them both to where now Tempy was under him, and he was above straddling her hips and holding her hands above her head. Jake leaned down close to her face, being able to feel her now rapid breaths coming from her nose as he asked so politely but seductively,

  “May I?”

Tempy glanced at Jake’s pink lips while she wet hers, and shook her head while looking back into his bright greens eyes,

 “Yes..”

She closed her eyes when she felt his lips finally touch hers, molding perfectly onto hers as they moved in sync. There was no tongue or nothing more, just lips, but it was more than enough, as soon they began to deepen it and grow more hungry for it. Jake then pulled away, smiling to himself when he saw the way Tempy chased after his lips with a small pout. But he then got off of Tempy and began to pull her up as he said,

  “Can I take you to be-“

“YES!”

Tempy then grabbed Jake’s hand and started to pull him down the hall, ushering him into her room before closing the door and locking it, Jake stood in the middle of the room as he waited patiently but eager to do anything that involved his hands on her. Tempy saw the desperation in his eyes, and tried to tease him more, as she then walked up slowly, to him who stood in front of her queen sized bed. She eyed him with curiosity of what he was capable of, and finally let it all go,

  “I’m all yours.”

Jake’s eyes went wide and his hands immediately pulled her towards him, then picked her up as he sat her down on the tall bed, beginning to try and take off as much clothing as possible. In between he attacked her neck and face with kisses, but Tempy could only giggle at him as she put forth while letting her hands roam on him, trying to get a hold of all of him,

“Jake baby slow down, I have all the time-“

 Jake desperately tried to undo the belt on Temperance’s plaid shorts as he said with deep breaths,

  “Well I don’t my dear, my Admiral gave us curfew... that I do not wish to break, if I do then it’s hell.”

 Temperance giggled at the sight of seeing a once brave, and cocky aviator now turned into a whimpering and putty mess as he struggled to shimmy down her own shorts with his strong and calloused hands. Giving him a sweet kiss on his now sweaty forehead, Temperance assured him,

 “I’m sure it’s fine to break the rules at least once... if they make you do push-ups you’ll become bigger no?”

 Jake heard her words, and looked away from unbuttoning the shorts to stare into her dreamy eyes for a moment, enthralled by her chase to get him to spend his every second of existence with her. Her eyes shined like stars, as they looked down at him with wonder and happiness, only making his dream and wish to be to dance on the stars of her eyes, forever so he’d never see night or anything gloomy.

 Tempy had also been caught into the eye gazing trance with Jake, and only desired to memorize his eyes and feeling of him on her, so she could always be comforted and held strong. Jake’s confidence boosted Tempy’s confidence, his boldness to be and speak gave her the push she needed, to be in the position she was in right now, with a sculpted beauty standing between her legs. Temperance then squeezed Jake’s thick arms for more effect on her words, showing him she liked what she touched on him, making him drop the thought about his curfew immediately. At any other time with any other girl, Jake would’ve done things his way and have a quickie no matter what the girl’s protest was. But with Temperance, saying ‘no’ to her felt like it would sound so bitter and taste poisonous coming from his lips. So with a subtle growl Jake nipped at Temperance’s neck, earning him a sweet giggle from her lips as he admitted,

  “Baby, you’re trouble... but I like it.”

 Seconds later Jake was successfully able to take off her belt and unbutton her shorts, he then let Tempy pull them down her cute thighs and let them rest at her ankles. Tempy let out a short squeal of surprise when Jake immediately picked her up by the waist and threw her on the bed, quickly crawling onto her with his hands grasping at her waist, loving how perfect his hands fit on her curves, like if she was made for him. While this happened they attacked one other with hot and opened mouth kisses, and Tempy worked on getting Jake’s belt undone as he let his hands roam around her trying to satisfy his growing need for her. Soon her hands rested on his black boxers, not reaching down lower until she asked him sweetly,

 “May I?”

Jake have Tempy a hard kiss before replying,

  “I’m all yours right now, take what you want and need.”

 Tempy wished he said, ‘I’m all yours forever’ but she was more than grateful to have ‘right now’ than ‘never’. 

Jake then wrapped his thumbs around Tempy’s panties as he asked with dreamy eyes,

  “May I have the honor of unwrapping this gift?”

 Tempy threw her head back and let out a sweet laugh as she replied,

  “So sappy, but yes... I’m all yours for as long as you need.”

 Jake gave Tempy a happy smile, before leaning in to give her another kiss, while tugging down her panties gently, holding back the urge to rip them off, but he chose to be careful, as if he was afraid to break her, break her beautiful, diamond self. Tempy took into note his gentleness but his strong eagerness at the same time, it was both intriguing yet lovingly intoxicating, something she wish she could never get rid of. Both of them didn’t realize that this moment, they’d become one another’s life or death... or even both at once.

 Bradley’s POV

Back at base, Bradley had just arrived and was about to walk to his side of the barracks, when he heard some unpleasant noises. 

 ‘What the hell is all that whining??’

Without thinking much of it, Bradley began to walk towards the noise, all too curious of what is really was and what was it’s source. And as he creeped closer and closer, he neared a closed door that had its blinds closed, but with a small light inside. Bradley looked up at the words on the closed, glass door, whispering  the name of the occupant of the office,

 “Admiral George Tannin, aka Chaos... ok what the hell?”

The whining then got a little louder, but this time a small man slipped out with a groan, and that’s when it clicked for the poor Bradshaw. He covered his mouth as he gasped to himself with shock and disgust,

 “Shit he’s banging someone in there!! That’s fucking-“

 Just then Javy popped around the corner and caught Bradley, so he whisper shouted to him,

 “Bradley what the fuck are you-“

Bradley jumped out of his skin and began making shush noises and putting a finger at his lips,

 “SHH SHH!!!-“

 “But-“

“Shut the fuck up!! He’s banging someone in there!”

Javy’s eyes went wide and he began to run towards Bradley, until a certain person grabbed the both of them, and pulled them into an abandoned office before closing the door and resting against it as he whispered yelled,

 “What the hell guys!! Want to join them!?”

 Bradley and Javy looked up to see the tall brown haired, blue eyed guy that sported a face of fear, it was the new Lieutenant guy they had seen with Tannin and the ladies back at the bar. Bradley immediately walked up to him as he pointed out,

  “Hey I saw you at the Hard Deck-“

Bradley pauses when he was interrupted,

 “Yeah, I’m Lieutenant Jonathan Danvers.. callsign McQueen.... don’t ever walk up to him again like that.... I’m working on it. Don’t worry.”

 Javy perked a brow as he asked,

 “Working on it.. so it’s happened before?”

 Jonathan nodded as he put forth,

 “Yup... but like I said, I’m working on it. Don’t step in.. for the sake of your jobs and lives.. now let’s get to bed before he catches us three in here. Might think we’re doing crazy shit because you guys are panting like dogs. C’mon.”

Jonathan then opened the door and walked out, without saying another word. Bradley and Javy stood still for a few seconds as the processed the past few seconds they lived. Javy was the first to speak up as he suggested,

  “You should tell Jake... he’s more prone to want to do something. Plus he’s not here yet, and this Chaos might finish soon cause he’s a fucking old jock. I’m following Jonathan back to the bunk room, make the call and hurry back.”

 Bradley nodded, then pointed out,

 “Yeah.. I will... McQueen doesn’t seem like a bad guy, he just saved our asses.”

“He doesn’t... but we’ll see.”

Jake’s POV 

 Tempy and Jake laid side by side on her bed, taking deep breaths while going through the aftershocks of one of the best and greatest euphorias ever. Tempy was seeing stars and Jake was looking at a star, as he let his eyes rest on her, admiring the way her sweat covered chest moved up and down, trying to slow itself to normality. Jake then turned on his side, and let his fingers brush away the hair that had fallen on her face, so he could see her blissed out expression. Once her hair was moved away, he found her eyes already looking for his, as a cute smile grew on her red, bruised lips from the hard and passionate kisses Jake gave her. Her cheeks were a light pink and her eyes even seemed to glow brighter. No words were said as they let their eyes focus on one another, Tempy laid on her back as she admired Jake’s state, his once brushed back blond locks were now in all directions, his lips were a little swollen but still looked like they needed more kisses and bites, his cheeks were so red, and his eyes... his eyes were shining with such a glistening green. Tempy then grabbed his hand from her waist where he had left it and kissed his knuckles before saying,

  “You look so much hotter right now.”

Jake shyly smiled, letting the color on his cheeks grow darker, as he felt himself fall harder for her sweet words. Usually he wasn’t a sucker for flirtatious words coming from a girl after sex, but with Tempy, it was like a whole new dose of great energy coming in. ‘I think I like her’

Jake lowered his head and pecked her lips softly, then her forehead as he admitted,

  “Baby princess, no words can describe you right now... you surpass it all.. you’re too beautiful.”

 Jake cradled her cheek and Tempy leaned into his soft touch, loving how quick he was to switch from bold and dominating, to a total softie and sweetheart. His marks left on her bare skin was something she desired that could be tattooed there forever. His comforting words of affirmation and affection didn’t feel fake, it was like if he had known her all along and cared about her well being and pleasure all at once. And Jake loved, how giving and fun Tempy was, her touch left behind loving traces that only begged to be given unending attention. Her words weren’t said for the heat of the moment, or even her loving sounds, they were all natural and so free, melody to his ears they were. They both continued to make out softly and gently, until Jake’s phone rang out loudly, separating them both as it broke the ice quite abruptly,

 ‘COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!!! COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!!’

Tempy and Jake sat up as they began looking for his phone, while she was laughing with questions,

 “What the heck is that?”

“It’s my ringtone honey, my brother Rooster is calling me- oh it’s right next to you baby-“

 “FOUND IT”

Tempy ripped it out his his pant pocket and handed it him right away, to which he gave her cheek a kiss as a ‘thank you’  then answered it,

 “I know Bradley I’m on my way, I had-“

He then winked at Tempy to add meaning to his words,

 “something great to do-“

“Jacob it’s not the time!! Stupid Chaos guy is doing crazy shit and the new Lieutenant is covering you until you come! Hurry the fuck up!!”

Tempy heard the commotion over Jake’s phone, and she began to fix Jake’s pants and shirt before handing it to him and beginning to help him dress, while he held his phone and replied,

 “Shit! Ok ok, I’m on my way. Tell him thanks who ever he is. I’m like walking out and maybe 5 minutes away from base. Tell me the rest when I get there. Bye!”

 Jake hung up an helped Tempy finish pulling up his pants as she then brought his shoes. He felt terribly bad for having to drop her like this, his eyes showed his worry and sadness as he apologized,

 “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this-“

Tempy stopped his nervous rambling when she put her palm at his lips while comfortingly saying,

 “It’s ok... I promise. I had a great time. And I know it’s important you go to base, I know the drill too.”

 Jake let his shoulders relax, then he puckered his lips and kissed her palm, she let it drop as he said,

  “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you- I-I promise. I don’t want this to be a one thing. And- well... - Shit is that to fast?”

Tempy nodded no,

 “No it’s not.. I wanted to say the same. I’m free at any time, please stay safe sailor.”

 Jake fixes his collar while looking back at Tempy, who stood in the middle of her sea life aesthetic room hugging her waist while only wearing her navy blue panties. Jake felt like he was looking at the greatest master piece of Mother Nature, and wished the picture of it could be engraved on his brain forever. He then walked up to Tempy, and grabbed her hand as he led her to bed,

  “Let me tuck you in quickly before I go.”

Tempy let out a quiet ‘ok’ as she jumped into bed and got under the covers, still feeling how warm the area was, smelling like Jake and his expensive cologne. Jake smiled happily and kissed her lips before snuggling the blanket on her more. 

  “Sweet Dreams my baby princess, I’ll see you soon.”

 “Goodnight my savior... see you soon.”

Jake then turned away and walked out, closing her door gently after turning off her light. He then soon found his way out of the house and made sure all her doors were secured shut, he didn’t dare want to risk anything bad if he had left something opened. 

 Jonathan’s POV

Jonathan waited by the front door, waiting for whom they said was ‘Hangman’ coming in. Jonathan kept watch only because knew Chaos’ every moves, his every different kind of step and what sound it made, how loud he breathed, he had memorized every move, for always ‘just in case’. And this time his skill were used so he could be on the lookout, waiting for the last sailor to come in. And soon he saw the particular sailor run towards the door as almost fall in because Jonathan had opened the door when Jake had leaned in to push it. Jonathan yanked Jake off the floor by the arm as he scolded,

 “Could you be any louder?”

Jake’s POV 

Jake let out a huff of laughter while trying to stable his standing,

 “Yeah no shit.... Danvers?”

Jake had recognized Jonathan Danvers, and felt every nerve in his body twist in annoyance as he took in the appearance of the one pilot he didn’t like at all. Jonathan wore the same face as he whispered back,

  “Seresin.... I should’ve let you be caught by Tannin... maybe you’d get your promotion taken too.”

And with that Jonathan left, leaving Jake a little confused, no longer annoyed.

‘My promotion taken too? What happened to him?.... huhhhh.... always such a weirdo, let’s see what new surprises he brings me.’

 And surely... Jonathan Danvers’ life would bring quite a lot of surprises to Jake’s life, in every aspect.

[bellsnuit]

Baby needs love: Natasha, Wanda x reader (4/?)

Summary: You're a senior in school and your parents are shitty people who never cared about you. So you're looking for a way to earn money. Confused and innocent, you got the ad that you were being paid to be the baby of a couple looking for a baby girl. Maybe if you hadn't been so ignorant and innocent, if you hadn't choked with excitement at the idea that someone could give you some love, you wouldn't have ended up in that situation. And then, these nice women adopted you. And they gave you love, much more than you ever received.

Warning: Family kink, dubious consent, Threesome F/F/F, sex toys, innocense (a lot), strap-on, praise kink, domestic sex, nicknames, Polyamory, caretaking.

The Reader is 16, so consent from an older couple is doubtful. I'm not in favor of this, it's just a fanfic.

Serie list

Soft hands caressed your head, and you opened your eyes quickly "Hey, calm baby. It's momma" you closed your eyes for a moment, catching your breath. "You have to get up, you have to go to class."

You complained "I don't want to"

"Oh honey, come on, you have to be a good girl" there again you felt the pressure in your belly slightly, like you had started to feel when you moved on Natasha's leg. 

"Fine" you sighed and opened your eyes, watching as Wanda leaned over and deposited a soft kiss on your lips. She opened the drawer as you sat up, and you watched as she pulled out a hairbrush. 

"Do you want momma to comb your hair?" you nodded and she sat behind you on the bed. "Oh, what beautiful hair" she murmured passing the brush. Her fingers then began to braid in your hair and your eyes crystallized fully of emotions. "Hey, what's wrong baby?"

"You're very good to me."

Wanda placed a kiss on your cheek "It may be your first official day with us, but I already love you. You are my baby. Like you were meant to be with us. You're perfect."

"Thank you, momma. I know I'm going to be very happy here."

"Yes, you will be," you felt as she placed both braids on either side of your shoulders and lowered her mouth, kissing your collarbone. She caught you off guard and you took a breath of air. "Come on mommy already made breakfast. Hurry up to get dressed and come downstairs" you nodded as she got up, but before she left, she cupped your face with her hand and caressed your cheek. She smiled and moved closer again, but simply pressed you to open your mouth and give her tongue permission. As she pulled away, she wiped away a bit of saliva that had dripped down your sides "Good morning, baby."

She came out and you put your hands to your mouth. Something told you it was wrong, but they made you feel so good and so loved, all you had to do was not tell anyone what they were doing.

Everything was nice, including your shaped pancakes and strawberry jelly on top. Did you really deserve that? I wish you could really do something to thank them.

You parked the nice car at the door, and both of you turned their heads in the seat. Wanda brought her hand up to your knee, where your skirt didn't touch. "We'll come for you on your time, baby. Don't delay, mommy doesn't like to wait" she winked amusedly at you, pointing her head at Natasha. Natasha nodded, agreeing with her.

"I won't. Thank you" you got out of the car, and you had never been so anxious all day to get home. How nice it sounded to say it like that.

And when it was time, you were the first to get out. You saw the car and Natasha inside, but Wanda wasn't there. You walked over, and Nat opened her window. "Come little one, come in" her tone authoritative, in such a way that you didn't dare refuse. You didn't want to either, you thought it was funny. You did and quickly Natasha started the vehicle again. She gave you a sidelong glance after a few minutes of silence "How did it go then?"

"Fine," you nodded.

"Were you with your friends?" you swallowed spit and fiddled with your fingers, avoiding answering. "Ujum, I think I asked you something, princess."

"I- I don't have many friends."

"Better. Friends suck" you looked up quickly and she gave you a look, nodding. "They always end up leaving you and hurting you" she brought her hand to your thigh and squeezed gently "Trust me, they're not going to bring you anything in life" she looked back up at you, squeezing your thighs twice "You can unclench your body. does my hand bother you there?"

"No mommy" you mumbled, but you weren't sure about telling her your stomach tingled.

"Then why are you tensing up?"

"It's just that" you leaned back "it just tickles me."

Natasha nodded, and stroked her thumb, "It's okay, baby." 

Silence reigned until they arrived at the house, where Wanda was waiting in the garden with beautiful high-rise jeans on her waist and a t-shirt with a jacket. She smiled "There's my little girl" your cheeks flushed as you closed the car door and Natasha got out. "How did it go?"

"Fine," you nodded.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come to get you, but I had to take care of the food" she lamented caressing your cheek. 

"It's okay," you assured.

And you sat down to eat, listening to Wanda talk animatedly. By the time you finished, you put your plate together and Wanda worried that you didn't have any homework. You did, so you went to do it. 

However, as you were arranging everything on your new desk, you saw Wanda and Natasha at the door.

"Hey," you muttered.

"Hi, baby" smiled Wanda. "Can we come in?"

"Sure," you nodded. And Wanda sat on the bed and patted for you to sit next to you. You did so gently and watched as Natasha took the study chair and walked over to the bed. "Is there a problem?"

"No baby, not at all" denied Natasha running her hands down her legs. And you didn't avoid remembering the pressure I had put on you yesterday. That pressure again. "I just told momma how your belly tingled when mommy touched your thigh."

"Is that bad?" Wanda put her warm hand over yours, and again you squeezed your thighs.

"Is that tickle bad?" you nodded, looking at Wanda. Wanda exchanged glances with Natasha, and then they looked at you. "And where exactly is it tickling you, just your belly?" Wanda's hand gently moved up you, and your body began to shiver. 

You shook your head. "Princess, you must learn to use your words?" Natasha leaned forward slightly.

"No, mommies. Downstairs too," you whispered.

Wanda nodded "Let's see, take off your skirt and point where" you swallowed and brought your hands nervously to the skirt's zipper. You stood up to remove it and quickly sat down, letting the skirt fall to the floor.

"Uhm, look how messy" hummed Natasha gathering up the garment and folding it, quickly dropping it on the desk.

"Sorry, mommy," you whispered. 

Wanda looked at you "Honey, speak up. No fear. We're not going to nag you."

"We want to show you something new. Something that can get that tingle out of you" you nodded, looking at Natasha who spoke bluntly. "But you have to take off your t-shirt too" you complied with the order, totally blushing. "Also take off that bra. You don't need it, honey, don't wear it anymore. Hide those cute nipples you showed momma yesterday" by the time the words were out of her mouth, you really couldn't reason clearly, you just felt something liquid in your center again. "What's with that face?"

And now, you were naked. Natasha was bent over the chair, her hands on her knees, and Wanda was sitting next to you, one of her legs on the bed bent, looking at you. They were both waiting for your response "I- I think I'm a little wet."

"Fuck, Wanda. We didn't do anything and the little babe already wet herself" you lowered her gaze to Natasha's loud words pounding throughout the room. 

"Love, don't worry her," Wanda comforted, looking at you. "Honey, do you think you can get your underwear off?" you nodded, totally embarrassed, pulling it down and off without standing up from the bed. You closed your legs, hiding your middle "Baby, this way mommy and I can't help you." 

Natasha hit her lap and you looked at her "Come, stretch one leg here and the other behind Momma" it was really them that moved your legs, and your face was quivering and totally flushed. You were with both legs spread so that they could ache slightly at the pull, one held by a hand from Natasha, who shuffled over to the chair, and the other behind Natasha's back. You let out a sound as a wind hit the center.

"Just stay calm. With mommy we'll calm that down" you watched as Wanda stood up and you followed her with your eyes, watching as she knelt on the floor. 

"Momma?" you asked.

"Sh, momma's going to see that everything is okay down there" Natasha whispered bringing a hand up to your belly, moving her hand up and down. You let out a noise as a kiss from Wanda was on your thigh, and quickly with another, she moved higher up. "Easy, little girl, easy" Natasha's caresses really did feel like massages, and her tone was already giving orders. 

"Momma" a strange sound came out of you as Wanda's lips warmly kissed the top of your mons venus. 

"What pretty noises you make for momma" Wanda's voice rumbled against your skin as she spoke. You felt Wanda's hands wrap around your thighs, and now you could only see her reddish hair. 

"I think momma needs to start kissing our baby's puss" Natasha's words lost their validity as Wanda's nose fiddled with your pussy.

"Oh my love, you don't know how wet our little kitty is."

"My kitty" you murmured, closing your eyes at the shock of Wanda's breath on your middle. Why did it feel so good?

"No princess, no" Natasha's voice was serious and she leaned in towards you "Your body, it's mine and momma's. That kitty you have here "Natasha's hand slid down to your mons, and she tapped her index finger twice on your clit, while Wanda kept placing little kisses on your vaginal lips "that kitty belongs only to your mommies. got it?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, what?"

"Yeah, mommy." 

"Good girl" Natasha's husky voice rumbled through you, and she moved to look at your pussy. 

"Fuck love, what do you think we should do about this?" Wanda's voice seemed to ring throughout the room.

"I think you should give her lots of kisses first, so then mommy can fuck that kitten" you widened your eyes at the idea, and whimpered. "Oh, look how she likes the idea" only one of Natasha's hands slipped between you, and with two fingers, parted your sticky lips. "Fuck."

"Momma's going to clean up your mess" you could barely process when you felt the lick between your parted lips. You let out a scream. 

"That's right, princess. Moan while momma licks your pussy," Natasha murmured, as she watched you squirm at the sensation. Wanda's hands clutched your mules so you couldn't move, and your body began to beg for more. You moved your hips upward.

"Please" you didn't know what you needed, but Natasha's hand began to circle your clit, easing the throbbing. Her gasps, moans, and sighs echoed noisily, and you opened your eyes quickly as something seemed to pop. You felt Wanda moan over your center.

"I think our little girl came" Wanda whispered, pulling you away and leaving you soaking wet. "Does that feel good, baby?" you nodded quickly, catching your breath, but Natasha's hand brushing your lips again with three of her fingers, made you open your mouth. 

"Prove yourself, little girl."

You opened your mouth tentatively, and Natasha's three fingers entered your mouth, opening it much wider than you had been. You closed your mouth, feeling that taste you couldn't even take in. Wanda swiped a finger again and brought it to her mouth "I think it tastes really good, our little girl" she did it again, only this time she brought her finger to Natasha's mouth "What do you think mommy?"

"That our baby is definitely growing up now," Natasha's fingers slipped out of your mouth, filled with your saliva. You watched as her hand came back down, and you watched the look on both of their faces. You curved your hips, stifling a surprised cry as a finger slipped in without warning. It slipped with your wetness, and you closed your eyes, the finger moving inside you. "Hum, I think our little girl likes to be fucked by her mommy, don't you?"

"Yes," you nodded but squealed as another finger of hers slipped in, feeling it tug at your walls with some stinging. 

"Yeah, what?"

"Yes mommy" you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Fuck, Wanda. This so tight" Natasha mumbled through her teeth. You felt her finger slide out, but before it slipped back out through the complex, it pushed in faster causing you to squeak out another squeal again. You clutched at the sheets.

"Mommy, it hurts."

"That's because your little pussy isn't used to mommy" Natasha complained "We'll get used to it just fine" you moaned in pain.

"Nat, don't be rude, we call it pussy here" Wanda leaned down and kissed your mons sweetly, but you were just clenching tightly as Natasha began to move her fingers more, tearing you apart as her fingers stretched your hole. Wanda was moving her kisses up, as you clenched your whole body from a strangely somewhat sore feeling. "It's okay, kitten."

Natasha grunted through her teeth, changing the rhythm and feeling the slight movement of her hips with the loud moans. And you realized, you were losing your virginity. You stifled a gasp as Wanda touched your nipples that for some reason, even the right one had not yet finished developing to the tip. She fiddled with her thumbs, as she lay next to you and left kisses on your shoulders. "Honey, I don't know if I want to call her kitty. I think bunny would suit her better. You don't know how she moves and can hop on my leg" you whimpered and felt a faint squirt escape as you remembered how you rubbed yourself on her leg "Oh, look how she bubbles at the memory" 

You moaned, as Nat's two fingers tapped all the way down and curled "Oh mommy, please. More."

"More?"

"Faster, Mommy" you repeated, jerking your hips and going to move your hand that wasn't being squeezed by Wanda's body, when Wanda took your hand in the air, linking it and laying it on the bed.

"No, kitten. Baby don't touch herself."

"But-"your moan was interrupted as your voice cracked the moment your clitoris also began to be stimulated by Natasha. Desperation surged through your body. "Oh," the soft cry sweetly dulled the adult's ears.

"Do you like it? Do you like mommy's fingers fucking you?"

You nodded "Yes, mommy" you could feel her two fingers pull away, but a loud smack made you let out a choke, releasing what was between your legs. 

You were young, new, and naive, you still didn't know how to control an orgasm. 

You felt Natasha moan as she still didn't pull her fingers inside you. "You don't know how hot it is in here, love. I think you should come in too" your throat closed up.

"No- I can't" you stammered at just the thought of Natasha's fingers inside.

Natasha raised an eyebrow defiantly and then looked at Wanda, who had stopped kissing the little girl's collarbone and neck. "Honey, it's so lubed up" you felt the hand clutching Wanda let go, and you could only imagine the situation when you were used to fingers. You cried out as Wanda slowly inserted a finger, clinging to you and making sure it hurt too much.

"We won't do anything that hurts you, easy" Wanda whispered, but her throat whimpered feeling how tight you were getting. "Fuck kitten, let momma come through too" your eyes glazed over at the pain, and when she stopped moving her finger, you felt three prongs frolic in your center. And though you teared up when all three started moving, you took it until your body trembled and you gave in again. 

"Good girl, good girl" Natasha whimpered, bringing her fingers up to her mouth and you watched as both redheads swallowed your fluids.

Wanda smiled, pulling you close and giving you a little kiss on your forehead "What a good girl we have" she remarked. And there you were, completely open and naked in front of the two women you realized you had never seen naked before. "How about momma give you a nice hot shower before bed, and then lay with you for a while?" you nodded, but you really didn't have the strength to move.

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How would Bucky react to someone else flirting with his girl.

he would NOTTT be pleased. i can tell ya that much.

BACK OFF- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 876

Summary: when someone gets a little too close and comfortable with you, bucky decides enough is enough.

Warnings: violence, swearing, booze, smut implied if you squint

You felt the familiar, crystal blues drilling a hole in your back from across the room. You were used to the feeling of being watched, as your boyfriend never took his eyes off of you for more than a few seconds at a time.

A staring problem was considered an understatement.

But you never minded. You enjoyed it actually, his normal cool and stormy gaze a sky blue for you. No matter where you were, he was with you, his soft glances never leaving.

That rule didn't differ, as you felt his eyes on you from across the room. The friend group was at the local bar, the Star Spangled Pub. The usual meeting place.

Bucky was nursing a beer from across the room with Steve and Sam, his presence calm and peaceful as he watched you. You were playing pool with Natasha, Carol and Wanda, cue stick in hand as you laughed at something they said.

The lights were dimmed, quiet melodies playing from the old jukebox in the corner as you swayed along to the beat, taking a sip of your drink. You were having an amazing time.

Until you weren't.

The girls ran to grab more drinks, and you politely declined, knowing your limit. You had Bucky with you and he always looked after you if you drank too much, but tonight you wanted to be sober and conscious so you could see him and hear his sweet moans and praises clearly.

A tall black-haired man neared you, and you thought nothing of it. Neither did Bucky.

He was possessive, of course he was.

But when men approached you under his watchful eye, it never bothered him unless they were flirting with you. Trust was key in your relationship, and of course Bucky wanted you to have friends, male, female or anything in between.

So he looked away, rolling his eyes at Sam's jokes. You noticed the presence lingering behind you a little too long, so you turned to meet his hungry gaze as he raked you over.

“ Hi, sorry can I help you? Did you reserve this table or something?” you asked sweetly, not wanting to bother him. “No, no honey was just lookin at you. What's a pretty little thing like you doin all alone?” the man stepped forward, pressing you sharply into the table.

“ Oh I’m not alone, my boyfriend is actually-”

“I don't care baby. Want you anyways. I’m Brock.” His hand reached for your body, to grab anything he could reach.

“Get. The fuck. Away. From. Her.” a gruff voice snarled, Bucky shielding you with his beefy body from the man. His gaze was cold as ice, like a hunter as he stared down at the man. His voice was collected and calm.

Too calm. A storm was brewing.

“Or what buddy?” You had no idea who took the leap of faith first, the sound of bone crunching echoed in the air. “MOTHEFUCKER!” the man shrieked, stumbling back and clutching his nose.

Blood was trickling everywhere from Buckys blow to Brock's nose, breaking it with one clean punch. “ IF YOU'RE GOING TO FIGHT GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY BAR RUMLOW” the bartender shouted, stepping in to grab his shirt and yanking him back before a blow could be attempted on Bucky.

Not that he’d get very far before his entire arm was broken and snapped.

“Are you okay baby? He didn't touch you did he?” he asked, scanning your body for any signs of harm. “No, no he didnt. Thank you baby.” you reassured, gripping his red henley tightly as he pulled you in close to his chest. Suddenly, the girls came running back, worried looks etched on their faces.

“ We heard yelling, what happened?” Carol asked, frantically eyeing Bucky. “ Some guy was stepping out of line. He’s lucky I didn't kill him. I think Y/N and I are gonna head, she's pretty frazzled.” he noted, nodding to Steve and Sam from across the bar.

Bucky held you close, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders as he lead you out of the bar. The walk was silent minus the crunching of leaves as the two of you neared his motorcycle from down the street. “ I’m sorry Jamie. I didnt know he’d do that.” you keened, tugging his jacket tighter around your shoulders as the cool breeze blew by.

“Oh sweet doll I know that. I’m just sorry that pig went anywhere near you.” he cooed, cupping your jaw with his hand, stroking it soothingly with his thumb.

You smiled up at him, heart melting into a puddle when he leaned down and kissed you softly. His kisses were little sympathies, each touch in perfect harmony. It was sweet and filled with endless love. As if he could pour all the love he had felt for you into one kiss, one single touch.

Butterflies churned in your stomach as he kissed you until your head was light and woozy, cheeks heated despite the cool, crisp air.

“Now how about we go back home and order in some takeout. We can watch whatever movie your little heart desires, okay dolly?”

God you loved this man. You loved him with your entire being.

“ As long as there's cuddles involved.”

[mr-m-murdock]

forever asking for it 

| natasha x reader | 

summary: it started out as an affair. and yeah, that sounds bad, but it gets worse.

warnings: sugar mommy!nat, toxic relationship dynamics, possessiveness etc, reference to sex : rating [M]

a/n: read at ur own peril bc I know yall get mighty horny on here. dont look at me like that - also is this 18+??? idk but to be safe im gonna weed out of the taglist yall who don’t have your age in your bio

Natasha likes to spend. Specifically, on you. Maybe it's a little freedom, maybe it's spite, maybe it's the face that the money's there and for fuck's sake it won't go anywhere if she doesn't spend it. And you're in the perfect proximity to be spoilt. That doesn't make you feel any easier about it all. Not that you're complaining.

It wasn't like this at first. No, it started with a party and an introduction and four tequila shots. This is how it started:

Wanda dragged you here. She put you in borrowed clothes and silver rings and she pulled you with her into the goddamn limo she'd been sent by the host. You couldn't exactly have said no.

But now you're here, sipping champagne from a flute made of real crystal, alone with an elbow on the bar trying your best to look like you belong.

The venue is a hall, so long and wide you can barely see the ceiling, and a chandelier drips through the air like a frozen waterfall. Everything is marble-white and so expensive you're probably marking down the value just by standing on the floor.

"Hey," someone says. You startle like a nervous horse, and they laugh at you as you look over. There's a woman leaning at the bar behind you, back to the wood, elbows up on the surface. Her hair is twisted gracefully up, eyes jewel-dark and observing you studiously from their corners. You turn to face her, plastering an unsure smile onto your mouth.

She's breathtakingly beautiful, especially once she's fully in your sights. She's the very picture of elegance, one ankle crossed over the other. Perfectly at ease, but her gaze is sharp as a needle. She's holding a glass by the top, dangling it from her fingers. The champagne inside fizzes sadly.

"I'm Natasha," she says. Her voice is low and quiet and commands your ears like she's speaking right next to you.

You introduce yourself without stumbling over any words, and she gives you the barest of nods.

"You get ditched?" she asks, eyes flicking to the dance floor, then back to you.

"Um," you say. "Sort of. My friend Wanda brought me."

"I see," she says. She raises one eyebrow, a perfect, practised motion. It kind of makes you want to get on your knees and beg. "Friend?"

"Friend," you say firmly. As if she needs any confirmation. She seems like she could see right through you if she tried. Anyway, she's probably got a husband here somewhere, fetching her champagne. She looks like the kind of woman to have a man following her like a puppy. "What about you?" you ask. The words sound thick and stupid coming from your mouth.

Natasha raises her glass to her lips, still observing you carefully. She sips, then lowers it with a sigh. "One good thing I can say about Stark is he knows which champagne to serve," she says, almost conversationally. Her eyes flick down to your collar, then up to your face again. A smile materialises on her face. "And no, I'm here alone."

"Oh," you say. "Did you get a limo too?"

"I don't need one. My chauffeur insisted on the Tesla."

"Um," you say again, trying your hardest not to let your surprise show on your face. Of course she's filthy rich, what were you expecting? It's a Stark party. The bar is made of mahogany, for Christ's sake. Natasha's smile widens into a grin.

"Oh, you are cute," she says. You blink at her, embarrassment turning to flame under your skin. "You wanna do shots?" she asks. She beckons to the bartender without taking her eyes off you and you stare at her, wide-eyed.

"Here?" you exclaim. "Now?" It's not that you're a lightweight. (It's not.) It's just that shots tend to make you a little stupid. Specifically around beautiful women with eyes like hers and the most expensive, flattering dress you think you've ever seen on a person and the most incredible legs you think you've ever seen on a person and-

"Why not?" she asks. She leans in conspiratorially close. "You look bored," she says playfully. "Pretty people shouldn't be bored." She winks.

"Are you bored?" you manage, even as the words stick like tar to your tongue. Natasha sets her glass down delicately on the bar.

"Always. What'll it be?" she asks. The bartender is listening intently, and you can't think with Natasha's eyes on you.

"Tequila," you say. Natasha's grin turns wicked.

The rest of the night isn't so much a memory as it is a blur of alcohol and bare skin and the sound of Natasha's voice.

It's not a one time thing. She orders you to drop call her the morning after, as she does her hair at the vanity and you lie boneless beneath the cool sheets, sunlight from wide windows glowing in strips over your face. Your hair is a mess and your arms are thrown above your head but when she looks over at you, her eyes gleam and her mouth curves gently up.

After that, she takes to calling you whenever she likes. You’ll see her name flash up on your phone at eleven in the morning, your phone buzzing through the wood of your desk. Or midnight, just as you’re about to pass out in front of the TV with takeout. You always answer. And if she asks you (orders you) to come round, you always do.

You find out about her husband five weeks later. 

Natasha hasn’t called you in three days and you thumb through your phone at work, feeling hopelessly strung along. She’s got her hooks in you, the low hum of her voice, the way she strokes your face before she kisses you, the thrill she’s planted in your chest that you can’t dig out. 

You open your text conversation with her. The last message is yours: I’ll be there in five Read 23:42

Your fingers descend hesitantly on the keyboard. You get two words in before you hit the delete button. Natasha calls the shots here, not you: if she’s not in the mood, she’s not in the mood.

But she must see you typing, because after a second those three little dots come up on her side of the screen. You watch, your stupid heart in your mouth.

I'm a little busy 13:44

My husband's come home 13:45

You stare at the screen. The seconds on your desk clock snap by.

Husband.

You feel massively, monumentally stupid.

You drop the phone in your desk drawer and slam it closed, heart thumping with- what? Anger? Humiliation? You bury your hot face in your hands and blow out a long, long breath. You might even start crying if you were pathetic enough to do that. How did you not see this coming?

Well, it was nice while it lasted. You should ignore her texts, block her number, scrub her address and her voice and the memory of her touch from your mind.

As if. As if you were ever able to resist her. Maybe you should give her a chance to apologise. Slowly, you pull your desk drawer open again. There’s two more texts from her lighting up your lock screen, and you unlock it and take a deep breath.

come round tonight 13:46

I’ve missed you 13:46

Well, she missed her chance. Fingers shaking, you type out a short reply.

your husband wants to join the fun, does he? Read 13:47

There’s a long, breathless wait. She begins to type, and you have the feeling she’s doing so deliberately slowly, to keep you on edge. She likes to play with you like that. Right now, it’s just infuriating you more.

you’re angry 13:49

You clench your phone in one hand, jaw tight. 

is this some moral dilemma you’ve got? 13:49

you know I’m not obligated to tell you anything I don’t want to 13:50

You can imagine her saying that, in her taut, commanding voice that has you obedient faster than anything else. You begin to type out another message, a finality that will cut the conversation short, but then another text appears and you pause.

come over tonight. not a request 13:51

And just like that, she’s gone again. The title at the top of the screen reads Inactive. In a rage, you throw your phone back into your drawer and thump your head against your desk. All you really want to do is scream aloud.

But you know you’ll go back.

And you do. You even dress up a little for her, sickening yourself as you pull on your clothes and check yourself in the mirror.

You let yourself in like you always do. She’s waiting for you in her vast, cavernous kitchen, leaning against the counter with a glass of wine in her hand. It’s so deep and vibrant a red that it almost looks like blood. She looks incredible, even in just jeans and a blouse, her hair still set in perfect loose curls, her rings gleaming in the warm yellow light. You pause and hover in the doorway, your face hot, your hands clenched in the fabric of your top. Natasha takes a long sip of her wine and turns her full attention on you, looking you up and down and missing nothing with those brilliant, glass-sharp eyes.

“Someone dressed up,” she says. She sets her glass down with a delicate clink. You can hear your heartbeat going like a rabbit in your throat. She tilts her head: inviting you to speak.

“Hi,” you say. The slightest of smiles appears on her lips, and you feel your mouth go a little dry. You’ve never been scared of her before, not really, just in awe. But now she looks downright dangerous. You get the feeling you’re going to pay for your angry text.

“Come here,” she says, beckoning you forward. You obey, stiff at the knees, and you walk up to her. She reaches for you when you’ve come to a stop a foot away, and tugs you in by the hips until your flush to her front. You make a shocked, involuntary sound, and reach out to brace yourself on the counter behind her. “I’m glad you listened,” she says. She traces the line of your jaw with her fingers. “You’ll be glad you listened, too. Soo enough.” You want to kiss her. You’re not sure if it’s the look in her eyes or simply the proximity, but suddenly you’re longing for her lips again. It’s been days.

She must catch the look in your eyes because she laughs, a cruel little sound. She fists a hand in your hair and pulls your head gently to the side, exposing your neck. You swallow nervously as she dips her head forwards. “You’re going to pay for that comment, though,” she says, her voice low, and she kisses your neck slowly. Your hands shake on the counter. You mustn’t touch her unless she tells you to.

Natasha drags her tongue across your skin, just below your ear, hot over your pulse. You feel the bite of her teeth over the soft skin of your throat and you let loose a tiny, panicked sound by accident.

“It’s okay, baby,” she says. She kisses your jaw. “You’re safe.” You don’t think you’ve ever felt less safe. You’re still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to snap and shove you up against a wall, or throw you over her knee. All these thoughts excite you, the spark of fear turning to arousal. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, barely even knowing what you’re apologising for. Her hand travels up the inside of your thigh and you take in a shuddering breath. Your arms are shaking now. You want so badly to touch her.

“I know,” she murmurs, into your ear. “And you’re gonna show me just how sorry you are, aren’t you?” 

You do. She makes sure you do, and she makes sure you feel it the next day. She’s not kind about it: she kicks you out at half three in the morning and makes you walk home on shaking legs, your ass raw and stinging, your neck covered in bruises.

After that, she’s more gentle with you. She allows you to stay overnight sometimes, if you fall asleep straight away. This way, you never really sleep in the same bed as her, because she talks you to sleep while cleaning you up, kneeling at your feet, and she’s always up before you wake. You like to watch her get ready under the pretense of being asleep, eyes half-closed. You know she sees right through your little act.

You watch her slip into work clothes, curl her hair, slide on her jewellery. It’s such a safe, intimate moment that for a little while you can pretend that you’re the only one she loves. That all the things she does for you, the things she buys for you, the way she kisses you, are all because she loves you and not because she’s subtly persuading you to stay, addicting you to her.

As time progresses, it intensifies. Your reliance on her becomes stronger, like the bond between you is shortening. She begins to spend more on you, even when you protest, when she’ll smile gently and tell you things like “You’ll look so pretty in it, baby,” or “Take it. For me.” Then you really can’t deny her. She knows you’re broke, and she knows that this is how she’s tying you to her.

She starts to call you round in the daytime, too. You take time off work to go see her, to sit on her lap while she works, like some kind of pet, or to eat lunch with her, or to go shopping. She loves to dress you up.

You don’t know how you let it get this far. But you know you’re never going to want it any other way.

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Red Reunions Pt.1

Summary: After losing their daughter, Supercorp reunite with her in a surprising way.

A/n: My headcanon for the Supercorp family.

Lauren’s/OC powers: Super strength, Super hearing, super leap, x-ray vision, super healing but not invulnerable. 

Warning: Kidnapping, Fights & Blood SPOILERS TO BLACK WIDOW

Yelena Belova x Reader, Supercorp x Reader 

Part 1 || Part 2

Word Count: 3555

Middle of nowhere Ohio was one of the safe houses the Luthor-Danvers have. Lex just escaped maximum-security prison, again. Now the family of five were laying low. 

With the recent attacks on the family and Kara’s solar flare, The Girl of Steel and Woman of Today were having a chat about hanging up the cape. 

At the age of six. Lauren had the energy of a puppy, a mini Kara who looked like Lena. The same brunette hair, the emerald green eyes, and the same underestimation people held for her.

Lena had gone to a nearby park for fresh air,  Lauren made quick friends with her neighbor. Yelena was on the swings and Lauren shortly joined her laughing and pointing at the forest stars. 

They fell into a routine. They would race one another, be upside down together, sing American Pie loudly, and, most importantly, annoy Natasha, Lucas, and Liam.

With both families being on edge, one from Lex and the other as Russian spies, there were hardly any sleepovers. With much convincing from Lauren and Yelena, the two were able to have their sleepover and a few more after.

Yelena and Lauren were in the living room of the Russian home, coloring, and drawing. Legs swinging in the air and their stomachs on the cold floor, trying to escape the summer heat. 

“Time to eat girls,” Melina held out her hands for the two six-year-olds. Yelena and Lauren raced to Melina holding her hands. 

Lauren found the Russian matriarch comforting. She had the same brunette curls like her mother, the same interest in science, the same cold persona when working but a warm and cuddly persona at home. Considering the young blond has been her best friend, Melina was almost like her 3rd mom. 

“I want Mac and Cheese.” Yelena swung her hand, conjoined with her mother’s. 

“I want Potstickers,” Lauren smiled. 

“Is that so, well I want caviar and champagne.” Melina smiles and ruffled both the kids’ heads. “Yelena grab the napkins, Lauren you take this.” 

Lauren grabbed the bowl of golden corn presented in front of her. 

“Thank you, sweetie.” The two girls walked into the dining room. “Come on, dinner, big girl!” Melina called out for Natasha. 

Lauren sat across from Yelena and next to Natasha as they ate. Alexei immediately looked out the window and guided Melina out of the dining room. 

“Girls, you remember when I told you that one day we would have that big adventure? Today is the day!” Alexei announced as he sat.

“Yay!” Yelena cheered. 

Yelena has told the young Luthor-Danvers about the big adventure. She would ramble and explain it with big gestures. It honestly made the young brunette excited and hoped for a big adventure of her own.

“Guess what Lauren, your moms said you can join us.” Alexei smiled. 

With excitement taking over the young girl, she missed the expression of guilt that flashed on Melina’s face and the expression of disbelief on Natasha’s. Oh, how Lauren’s expectations failed her. 

The young Luthor-Danvers didn’t see anything wrong until the plane took flight and was shot at. Unfortunately, she has been trained to hide when bullets came flying. Lauren pulled Yelena below the windows as Natasha helped fly the plane. 

Fear in that moment became tangible. A living force that crept over the girls like a hungry beast. Immobilized, held captive by the situation they were in. Lauren’s heart pounded in her ears, she tried to scream but all she could do was whimper.

Lauren and Yelena clutched onto each other for the whole flight. At some point, night bled into morning and the dark ocean blended into crystal clear waters.

The young Luthor-Danvers normally loved the feeling of the sun kissing her fair skin, today, however, it scorched her. Her eyes squinted at the unaccustomed raw light. Her bare feet scratched upon the sandy and rocky pavement. 

The runway was filled with tens of people but no one paid her any attention.  Worry now her sister, uncertainty, her friend. Endless wonder upon endless wondering. The rabbit hole of hardship, humiliation, and hurt swallowing her until piercing yells from Natasha provided a rope to climb out.

Lauren dashed to a lone soldier nearby. Her arms pushed into a cross in front of her, her whole weight transferred to the soldier’s knee, breaking it. She pulled the gun out of his holster before pointing it around.

She ignored the constant pains of screaming behind her and spotted Natasha and Yelena being carried off into a truck. “Where are you taking them?” Lauren cried.

“I got this.” A bald man said to another man beside Alexei, who held Yelena’s doll with an unexplainable expression. 

The bald man approached Lauren.

“You must be Lauren.” He smiled a creepy smile.  “What better way to harm Lena and her flying mutant than taking something precious from them.” A sharp prick commanded the young girl into a slumber.

~~~~~ 

A blinding light reached the poor girl’s eyes. It took the young Luthor-Danvers a short time to adjust to the screeches and screams of the other girls being aggressively pulled out of the back of the truck. 

They were being separated like farm animals. The strong kept to be bred and taught. The weak marinated in their excrement. Eaten alive, killed by one another, forgotten. 

Lauren watched as some of the girls were lined up against the wall. More at their feet, dead. Blood and mold painted the walls. Everything rotten. Lauren’s eyes watered as she threatened to vomit, only to contain it in her stomach. 

Deep breaths suffocating with the smell of rotten meat. 

“Keep it moving!” A guard threatened Lauren forward with his gun. 

The girls were stripped, cleaned, marked with implanted trackers before being given a scratchy uniform. 

“Julia!” One of the older girls sprinted towards a younger one with open arms. 

Immediately they were pulled apart, forced into a glass cage with knives. 

Neither could leave until one killed the other.

When neither of the girls made a move the glass cage filled with a yellow gas. From there, with that example, and many more after was when the girls learned their first rule:

I will not develop bonds or rely on others. 

The girls were handcuffed to the bed every night and released every morning. Brought into dark rooms, indoctrinated, and brainwashed through films. Forced to watch and learn by heart. 

Killing an art. Conniving the truth. Spying a friend. 

Those were the truth in a game of survival.  

Yelena and Lauren found each other quite often, in the same dormitory quarters and training sessions. They did everything together at a distance. 

Very quickly more girls doubled over in pain, wincing and crying. Intolerable. Expendable. Just things. Their end would be met by the hands of each other or from a gun. 

From there, the girls learned the second rule:

I will not show weakness. 

8 years later, the Red Room had caught suspicion of Lauren’s and Yelena’s closeness. They sent the brunette into hand-to-hand combat with an older girl. A death sentence. 

Lauren was beaten down quickly punch after punch, kick after kick until held in a chokehold. 

Lauren looked at Yelena in the front row, her hands closing and opening. Lauren looked at the instructor, as did the older girl, the brunette knew what was about to happen and she was content. 

“You can’t die,” Yelena muttered. “Please, I need you.” 

A new wave of strength and courage flowed through the brunette. She pulled the older girl over her head. A loud snap followed by gasps. The older girl... dead.

She was in disbelief. 

She was underestimated.

Lauren stared at an unrecognizable creature staring back at her. Her hands were on autopilot, mended and treated the cuts and bruises littered on her skin. She found Yelena beside her, all the sink facets ran loudly. 

“What are you..” Lauren hissed shortly after as Yelena poured rubbing alcohol on one of the deeper cuts. 

“Shut up,” Yelena growled. 

“Yelena.” Lauren groaned as Yelena’s nails dug into the tender skin around the said cut. “Ow!” Lauren harshly whispered. 

“That’s what you get.” 

“I didn’t do anything,” Lauren pulled her arm away from Yelena’s grip. 

“You let that Widow hurt you.” 

“That wasn’t my fault!” 

“No. You let her hurt you... You let her hurt me! I can’t lose you.” Yelena buries herself into Lauren’s arms.

“Why do you think I was in that ring? We got caught. We can’t have bonds. I might have been able to stop that Widow but what if I can’t. What if the next time it’s you? What if Dreykov makes us fight each other?”

“I don’t care.” 

The two stayed in each other’s embrace for another few seconds. Yelena leaving you to lick your own wounds, pausing for another glance before making her exit. 

That night Lauren tossed and turned. Crickets screeched and car horns roared. It was a constant ringing of chalkboard scratches. 

Lauren closed her eyes. She nestled into her cuffed hand. Her breath becoming shorter and shorter, turning into pants. Lauren slaps her other hand to her face, growling. Red blinding her. 

“Lauren.” Yelena whispers. “Hey, hey. You’re okay.” Metal scratches as Yelena tries to reach for Lauren. 

Lauren’s hands rushed to her ears. Her face contorting in discomfort. “It hurts,” She gasps out, shriveling into her pillow. “It hurts like nothing before.”

“Just breathe. Breathe.” Yelena reaches out her hand, Lauren takes it and holds it. “Tell me about where you’d go when you’re free?”

Lauren responds with labored breathing, “I don’t care as long as I am free.”

“I’d want a dog.”

When the pain subsides, the brunette opens her eyes. Skeletons make out Yelena and the other girls in the room, as well as the guards outside. Lauren breathes once more as her eye slowly adjust to the room. 

“A dog would be nice.” Lauren blinks.

~~~~~

Lauren didn’t get an ounce of sleep. Her pillow was stained with painful tears, her hand outstretched in Yelena’s. Her touch, calming.

The door scratched open, Lauren squeezed Yelena’s hand, waking her. 

In an orderly fashion, released from their handcuffs. Up from their bed. Brush their teeth. Use the toilet. Change into their widow suits. Braid their hairs. Onto the mess hall. Slide their trays. Scoop food. Sit and eat quickly. 

Days blend easily, every day the same day. Training upon endless training.

“Your injuries... they’ve completely healed. Scarred but healed.” Yelena commented as she sat beside Lauren who frowned.

Lauren opened her mouth to answer when she spotted an instructor walking through the aisles. She shrugs in response, discreetly tapping Yelena’s boots with her own.  

The Widows stood with their arms behind them, awaiting orders. The day normally started with some sort of physical training: group missions, sparring, and weapons training. Once finished the girls split into special skills:  vehicles operation, languages, and technology. 

“Group missions.” Madame B held a file in her hand. 

Group missions simulated with real people mimicked a real mission. Each group went separately, working on special skills when waiting.  After several group missions, the widows would be ranked. 

Every Widow’s goal was to be ranked high, higher rank means more missions and more lenient conditions such as individual rooms and better food.

“Team leader: Yelena. Team members: Lerato, Ingrid, Nanna, and Lauren.” 

Whispers flooded the room, this group of ladies was later known for being the best of the best. The other widows didn’t stand a chance.

After the rest of the groups were called Madame B explained the mission. 

“Major General Kononova is being held for integration. They will kill her once they get what they want. We have the plans but the building is too heavily fortified for a frontal assault. Your mission: Infiltrate, Locate Major General, Escort her out to the endpoint.” 

Yelena and Lauren, perfect partners, covering each other’s blind spots. Until Yelena became a blind spot of her own.

~~~~~

“Yelena. Status report.” Lauren reached up to her coms. “Team leader.”

The coms response was static. She had vanished. Lauren found their target dead on the floor, the package nowhere to be seen, and Yelena’s tracker on the ground. 

“Team leader has gone rogue,” Lauren spoke in her earpiece before she punched a literal hole in the wall.

With running steps, the brunette leaped onto the building roof above her. Her eyes squinted and scanned through the crowds searching for the blond. She listened for the familiar pulsating heart. The usual beat was music to her ears, a sense of grounding. 

Now it was a deafening silence. Somewhere, unconsciously, glad that Yelena was free and angry at the abandonment. 

Back at the Red Room, Lauren marched into Dreykov’s office.

“No sign of Yelena. Do you want me to go after her, sir?” Lauren asked with her arms behind her back.

“That would not be necessary I have other forces taking care of it.” Dreykov tossed a file on his desk and spun on his chair. “This woman, she knows of the  Red Room. Searching for it. Dispose of her.”

Lauren nodded and grabbed the file, she missed the smirk on Dreykov’s face.

It was heavy. Pages upon pages of inventions, and the heroes that protected the woman. 

L-Corp. The Lena Luthor Foundation. 

National City. California. Assess and Terminate.

~~~~~

In the months Lauren has been in National City, her target has been attacked three times. Each time, left untouchable. 

Lauren knew her target’s routine, where she called home, her noisy friends, whose turn it was to host a pathetic game night, what she ordered on her lunch break to Noonans, her wife, and her sons. 

It was no surprise why the attacks left her untouchable, she was protected. Protected by big ones and the small ones. Two with ‘S’ on their chests, two green ones, one with a golden shield, one with any weapon imaginable, and one with blue energy constructs. 

For a city with as many heroes to have their little club of Avengers the neighbors were so easy to convince. Stupid and always trying to make friends. 

The widow retreated to the safety of her apartment. Her hand tapping her thigh, ready to write down the new findings that would give her the high ground. 

Lauren stopped at her door. “I know you know I’m out here.” She pulled the gun in front of her, closing the door behind her with her foot. 

A rhinoceros of a man stood mirroring Lauren’s actions. “Put the gun down.” He growls. 

“You first.” Lauren threw the gun at the man’s head.

The two broke out in a fistfight. Tables, cabinets, and windows breaking from the sheer force of bodies being thrown into them. 

The man was playing to stall, the widow, she was playing to kill. 

They had wrapped a curtain around the other’s necks, choking each other. Lauren saw it in the man’s eyes, clouded with fear. 

“Truce! Truce!” He released the grip of the curtain around the brunette. Lauren released shortly punching him in the nose and held him in a chokehold until his movement ceased.

Three staccato claps came behind her.

“Brava, that was impressive.” A bald man said leaning against the door frame. 

Lauren recognized the voice. She rolled onto her knees.

“One of yours?” Lauren pointed with the bottle of Vodka before pouring herself a shot. “He’s not useful.” 

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” he finds himself a gray sofa chair and crosses his legs. “Your mission is to get rid of my sister, my men will provide a way around her little heroes.” He held out an earpiece expecting Lauren to take it.

“If your men are anything like him, they are of no use to me and Dreykov’s target,” Lauren mutters and downs another Vodka shot.

“I suggest shooting her in the public eye.” 

“Ha! That’s a shit plan. Let’s say I shoot her, one of the big ones would come to avenge her.”

“No. No, they won’t. Not if the blond sees you,” Lex makes a circle around his face. “My men will cover you.”

Summer wasn’t Lauren’s favorite season, not when she lived with winters in Russia since she could remember.  The cloudless sky was perfect for this sunny day. The light blue sky was brilliant against the calming waves. It was picture-perfect. 

Only picture perfect. Pictures only captured mere seconds. If someone were to have a camera this would’ve been the perfect picture to take, one before disaster struck anyway. 

Lena and Kara held each other’s hands, swinging them with smiles on their faces. Click. Boom! Boom! Boom!

Kara looks down at Lena, panicked, and looks around. 

“Lena...” Kara begins, confused. She’s been out of touch with her powers but she should’ve been on alert.

“You need to get the sniper.” Lena breathes. “My transmatter portal watch.” Lena lifted her watch, broken. “Send Alex or Kelly.’ 

Kara hesitantly nods, before looking around. The street quickly filled with stampedes going in any and every direction. She caught a quick glimpse of brunette hair on the rooftops. 

Kara took off in a chase. Zig-zagged through alleys trying to find a less populated area. Her feet took off several inches in the air. She gained speed until she was flying high in the sky.

She was quickly shot down with a ray gun from one of Lex’s men. The blond rolled into a superhero landing quickly using heat vision. 

With Lex’s help, the suit absorbed the heat vision. Lauren looked back at the blond and returned the heat vision through a beam in her chest. 

The assassin was gone when Kara recovered from the shock and watched as the brunette ran onto the overpass. 

The widow spotted the car with her target, with Sentinel and Guardian. She raced to the car from behind, jumping onto it. The widow grabbed her target and threw her towards oncoming traffic. 

Kara jumped into the air to catch her beloved. She was met with deep coughs. “Liam brought mom to the tower, I drew the short end.” Lucas groaned, the image inducer falling off. “Whoever that is, she’s strong.” 

“Are you hurt?” Kara made a quick scan of her son. “I’m out, broken arm, leg, and ribs.” Kara cradled her son careful to not touch his injuries. 

“Help Aunt Alex and Aunt Kelly.” 

At Kara’s 2 o’clock she saw a gray matte painted Hummer rear end and push the car her sister and sister-in-law were in. The widow quickly pulled out the steering wheel. Alex conjugated a ballistic shield jumping out of the car with Kelly as the Hummer rear-ended the car once again causing it to flip. 

“Are you guys okay?” Kara sped over. 

Before she was answered a flaming hot missile flew towards them. The blond shoved her sister away before flying back into a building below. 

Lex’s men spit out deadly seeds to the two heroes. Seeds that took the nutrients from innocent human beings and drove them into the ground. The screams and multiple tiny explosions amplified like wildfire. 

With a given rocket launcher, the widow dared to make the brunette with the golden shield a widow herself. Not a product of the Red Room but a product of losing her spouse. Two explosions followed the redhead before she swung to the streets below her. 

Alex spotted the widow’s shadow, constructing two pistols to shoot at her before more bullets came raining down. 

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” The red head’s soles pounded on the concrete floors in time with her increasing heartbeat.

One of the life-draining seeds lodged its way into Sentinels' shoulder. She made quick cover with a green buggy. 

The widow was to fire when a blur of blue and red flew towards her.  

The brunette caught the Girl of Steel’s hand before giving a forceful front kick to create distance. 

Kara didn’t have time to register the widow’s strength. Bullets flew and pinched her skin. They were matched blow for blow. From the speed to the strength. 

A foot came up from the pavement and kicked Kara in the face. The Girl of Steel was swept under her feet and meet the blue skies. Feeling concrete cave below her. 

A fist clouded the clear skies before she rolled away. Kara began to wince at the pain that came after every block. A point of a knife was pushed into her shoulder. 

A loud cry erupted from the blond. She lifted the Widow and threw her over her head. The widow rolled into a fighting stance, the mask on her face gone.

 A green blade clawing at Kara’s insides as she pulled the knife out of her shoulder. A couple of pants were given. 

Kara locked eyes with her attacker.  An explosion of energy within could do nothing but witness this shocking moment. Her mouth hung open, arms limp by her side. 

“Renny?” 

“Who the hell is Renny?” Kara’s eyes watered.

Feet made contact with Lauren’s back, but that didn’t matter to her as she held a loaded gun at Lucas. 

A rocket made its way to the widow. Smoke created a curtain of escape.

“Supergirl are you okay?” Alex and Lucas limped towards Kara. 

To the Girl of Steel, it was silent.

[nifolution]

Baby Blues 5

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff, infertility, heartbreak, cheating, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, harassment, pregnancy, argument, therapy, making up

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 5

After the footage Bruce found had been gone over once more, Tony had FRIDAY pull up Tanya’s phone’s memory to get the videos she recorded. Her device was company issued, therefore linked to the system and taken back when she was fired. What was messaged to Y/N were only clips of much bigger files. The AI determined all videos were not corrupted in any way.

This was giving Tony a headache. “Okay, Barnes is adamant about his innocence and he passed the lie detector, but these videos are authentic.” He was at a loss. “What are we looking at here, is this a Winter Soldier thing? He’s being triggered somehow? Are we going to have to ship his ass back to Wakanda for deprogramming?”

Natasha shook her head. “I don't think so. Look at this.”

Natasha played the conference room video. Tanya was on top of Bucky. He held her hips tightly as he moaned out ‘Fuck, Y/N, just like that.’

Bruce tilted his head, “Y/N?”

“Okay, he said the wrong name. That can happen to the best of us,” Tony halfheartedly chuckled.

“I thought it was a mistake at first as well, but he says it multiple times, on every recording.”

Tony ran a hand down his face, “An interesting kink then. Role-playing.”

“Again, I don’t believe so. I’ve been checking FRIDAY’s surveillance in the building for the last few months, especially on the corresponding dates of Tanya's sex tapes. Bucky has been around the bitch a lot, but during training or meetings there’s no questionable interaction. The gym could be empty except for them, but there was never any sex, kissing, nada. Whenever they did get romantic, he called her Y/N. And those incidents only happened when Tanya had free time and Y/N was busy in the lab.” Looking at her teammates' dumbfounded faces, she continued. “Just watch this.”

She played FRIDAYS security tape just before the conference room hookup. It showed the meeting ending, and Tanya leaving the room only to return a few minutes later when only Bucky remained. They see her close and lock the door, then blow him a kiss. He blinked rapidly, looked confused for a moment, then smiled and greeted her, ‘Hey Y/N, what are you doing on this side of the building?’ Then Tanya sits on his lap ‘I just missed you,” and kisses him.

“FRIDAY, replay that.” Tony walked closer to the projected image. Watching closely as Tanya blew a kiss. “Look at that.” He pointed to a fine powder coming off her fingers. He asks the video to be zoomed in and played in slow motion. They could now see Tanya open her hand, revealing a blue substance. She blows the powder directly into Bucky’s eyes, causing them to flutter.

Bruce looked at Natasha, “Does she do that before each of her videos?”

Natasha nods, “What the hell is it?”

They had FRIDAY analyze a strand of Bucky’s hair. It’s clean, no sign of known drugs. At a loss, they hack into Tanya’s credit statements. Looking for any clue to what the powder could be. Bruce points out she made many purchases at Divine Mystics. Bucky agreed to stay in the lab with Bruce, while the rest followed the only lead they had and visit the shop.

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An hour later, Tony and Natasha arrived at their destination. Divine Mystics was a magic store, and a sketchy looking one at that. Entering the shop, Tony couldn't disguise his distaste. There were shelves full of crystals, candles, ugly statues, and a fortune telling table. Clearly all bullshit and a waste of time. Natasha stopped him from walking out.

With a tinkle of the small bells in her hair, a woman appeared from behind the beaded curtain at the rear of the store. Smiling devilishly, she offers them a couples palm reading to check their love lines.

Tony sighs, “That’s definitely not what we’re here for. All this new agey hoaxy bullshit. What else ya got?”

The woman rolled her eyes at his attitude. “Admittedly the items out here are fake, but you must understand that tarot reading is my bread and butter. The items a more savvy practitioner would be interested in are in the back. ”

“Who owns this place? Do you have security here, some kind of recorded video?”

“I am the owner and I’m sorry, I do not.” She puts her hands on her hips, defensively.

Natasha pulled up a picture of Tanya on her phone. “Do you recognize this woman?”

The owner nods, “Yes, she is one of our regulars. May I ask what this is about?”

“I'm afraid that is secret Avengers business." The woman seemed intrigued so Nat continued, "She makes the same priced purchase here several times a month. Do you remember what she buys?” The redhead rested her arms on the counter in front of her, staring down the woman.

"Let me look at my records. One moment." The woman walked behind the curtain. Returning a few minutes later with a receipt that she handed to Natasha. "Here we are."

Natasha frowned reading the paper, "What would all this be used for?"

Tony, skeptical as ever, had to throw in his two cents. "Let me guess, a love spell."

"With those ingredients unlikely." Offended by his rudeness, the owner decidedly kept her attention on the redhead before her.

"So what it is. What does it do?"

"I would call it lusty deception dust. It’s quite clever, it creates an illusion that at this potency would last several hours. Makes the person under the spell see the caster as the person they desire and well, gets their blood pumping." She wiggled her eyebrows to emphasize her meaning. "It's very popular with couples looking to spice things up in the bedroom."

Natasha handed the receipt back to the owner. "We're going to need everything on this. As well as instructions on how to use it."

"Of course." The woman retrieved the supplies, wrapped them individually and placed them in a paper bag. She handed it to Natasha, smirking as Tony was forced to pay the bill.

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The duo returned to the lab, finding Bruce and Bucky conversing. Both went quiet when they realized they were no longer alone. Natasha explained what they learned at the magic shop and deposited the bag of ingredients in Bruce’s large green arms. Leaving the mixing of the spell in his surprisingly gentle hands.

Once completed, Bruce called out for Tony. “Okay, Stark, stand in front of me.”

“Why me?”

“Because you are the last person that would back Bucky up. If this works, that detail will be important.” He requested FRIDAY to start recording.

Tony relented and stepped in front of the giant. He took a deep breath as Bruce took a handful of the dust and blew it in his face, the force nearly making him fall backward. Tony felt his lids spasm, then the Hulk transformed into Pepper before his eyes. “Pep, when did you get here?”

Natasha and Bruce’s eyes met. The sincerity in Tony’s voice was disturbing. “Tony, do you remember what you were just doing?”

“I was, um... I was waiting for Bruce to finish making that powder shit. Where did he run off to by the way? And why is my wife here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, dear.”

“Tony, I’m afraid you seem to be missing the last few minutes. I’m not Pepper, I’m Bruce.” He put his massive palm on Tony’s shoulder so he could feel the size. “See.”

He only laughed “What are you talking about… Wait, you’re serious.” Tony watched as Pepper asked the AI to replay the tape. The projected video showed Hulk blow the dust onto Tony. Then Tony asks about Pepper. Tony’s face scrunched up, “FRIDAY, show me a live view of the lab.” The image changed so Tony could see Bruce on the screen, but when he looked before him, he saw Pepper.

“Wow,” Tony glanced back and forth between the image and the person in front of him. “This is crazy. I see and hear Pepper, I even smell her perfume.” He reached out and grabbed a boob, “You even feel like Pepper.” He felt around a little more with both hands, until Bruce became uncomfortable and swatted him away.

Tony backed up, “Well Banner, you should leave the compound until this wears off. I wouldn’t want to go home with The Hulk by mistake.”

Bruce folded his arms, “That would not happen.”

“Don't be so sure, I'm irresistible when I want to be.”

Tony, Bruce and Natasha broke out into laughter. It was funny for a minute until the merriment died down and air in the room shifted. One person in the group did not find any amusement in the situation. Bucky stood to the side, his entire body tense, his face red, mouth quivering, breath heaving. Failing to hold back the tears that kept sliding out of his stinging eyes.

Tony suddenly realized how callous his joke was, “Oh shit!”

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