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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

pairing:dark!boss!steve rogers x virgin!fem reader

WORDCOUNT: 5.9k | warnings: dubious consent ! power imbalance (boss!steve, employee!reader) sexual naivety, height difference [6'6 steve, 5'3 reader], oral m receiving, rough p in v, misogyny, sexism, breeding kink, daddy kink, housewife kink, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, praise kink, spanking, captain kink, dumb baby reader (in steve's eyes), nonconsensual pregnancy, reader loves big mean stevie and loves when he taints her <3

PSA: YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 18+ ! If any of these topics trigger you, please do not indulge in this content! This is a DARK!FIC, and is intended to come across as such. Minors, please dni - this content is 18+ and is under my #WOMNSFW tag.

summary: Steve Rogers is in deep need of a new personal assistant. You, an intern for Stark who often loiters around the Avengers Compound, put yourself forward for the position. You believe working under the Captain America will help you to get in good graces throughout your career. Little do you know, being America’s golden boy’s personal assistant means doing a little more than rummaging through files and writing letters.

—

So pretty, so perfect, so poised. Steve Rogers sits back comfortably in his chair, his eyes trained on you, never leaving, not even to acknowledge the poor waitress who puts his beer down in front of him. You speak proper, each word flowing from your mouth with purpose, your speech coherent, and your voice confident.

It makes Steve’s cock twitch in his trousers as he watches you. Your gaze on him doesn’t linger, but you do flinch when he reaches towards his beer too quickly. It makes his stomach flip, and he tries to hold back the hiss that threatens to slip past his lips. He knows he’s America’s Golden Boy, and that he’s supposed to be better than this; but he was raised in the 1930’s, and his ideals surrounding women never really fizzled out.

Your voice fades back in, and as you address him, it snaps Steve out of his train of thought. “So, I’m sure now that we’re well acquainted with each other, Captain Rogers—“

“Please. Just call me Steve. We’ve known one another long enough.”

He quirks a brow as your cheeks flood over in red, before beckoning you to continue your speech. “Well, then, Steve,” you swallow thickly, your voice dropping a few octaves, and Steve senses that he’s embarrassed you. “Now that we’re well - uh, better - acquainted, I hope that you can consider me for the position of your personal assistant.”

“What?” Steve’s blue eyes bore into yours, and they make you brood in anxiety. You feel childish, sitting in front of him in a flowery dress, at what could somewhat be considered an interview, asking to work for him. Perhaps you should’ve dressed nicer, more work appropriate? Yet, before you can blubber on, Steve continues; “doll, if you wanted to work for me, you could’ve just said. Did you do all of this to ask for the position?”

He blinks at you. Embarrassment washes over you like a tsunami wave as you blink back at him. Of course, you could’ve just said you wanted to work for him - you feel naive ever thinking otherwise. Steve’s not a stranger, you practically work with him every day, and he'd be more than enthusiastic to hear you out. He's not one of. the guys at work who ignore women and everything they have to say. He’s nice enough to always say hello to you and sometimes buy you coffee, and flowers if you were down. He's one of the good ones!“I thought it might’ve been inappropriate to ask you whilst you were training.” You shoot him a small smile, trying to ignore how the upwards tug of his lips makes your skin rise with goosebumps.

“Does Stark know you’re applying for this role?”

"He’s actually the one who suggested it.”

Steve takes a long sip of his drink. He stares at you over the rim of the glass, watching you squirm and ponder over his answer. He already knows the answer to your question, but watching you shuffle in your seat and act silly in front of him makes his cock throb, and he enjoys the feeling. You’re so innocent, pressing against the table, wide-eyed, acting as though your tits aren’t pressed together and basically on display for him. The dress is so low-cut. It makes him want to take you right here.

Did you wear that just to get him riled up? “Well, I can’t think of anybody more suitable to fit the position. You know the Compound, you know my office, and I’ve noticed you get on well with higher authorities. You seem like a doting employee.” He kisses his teeth slightly, looking down at the table, before looking up at you through his lashes. He tries to hold back the smirk on his face as he speaks, but it’s impossible not to: “of course, you will also be expected to work somewhat more flexible hours. Later start times, later finishes. We won't always be in the office at the compound - a lot of my additional work files are at my personal home office, but I can always make you up a key to give you easier access."

“Of course,” you chirp, nodding at him enthusiastically. “I’m okay with longer hours, and I can work around you and what you need.”

Steve grins. “Perfect.”

—

It has been about three weeks since you left your position as an intern at Stark Industries and began working for Steve Rogers. It was an exhausting process at first; the sudden change in routine, the heavy workload, the unsociable hours, and Steve often worried you would change your mind. If you couldn't bend for this position, you would break, and he was incredibly worried you'd do the latter. Perhaps because he hadn’t seen you frown so often before, but during the first fortnight of working as his assistant, your lips were always somewhat tugged downwards, and you were always so busy, unable to even joke with him.

You soldiered on, though. Managing to catch up to months worth of missed calls, avoided emails, old paperwork, and forgotten documents. Steve praised you every time you completed a task, and often he found you beaming up at him, prideful and flustered.

Yet, whilst peeking up from his desktop, he finds himself annoyed. You’re sitting quietly opposite him, noting down things and scheduling appointments, and he can’t help the twitch of his cock as he watches you do it. You're not incredibly busy anymore, and yet you're not engaging in any conversation with him. Steve knows you value professionalism, but he only really let you have this job because of his alternative motives when it comes to you.

His eyes flicker back to the computer screen, and then back to you. It's like before his brain can register what he's doing; he's doing it, but he doesn't mind. This is his office, after all, his space. You're his assistant, and if anything, you're supposed to assist him in doing it. His hands are wrapped around his thick, angry cock, and he pumps slowly, watching you intensely.

You're tapping away at your computer so innocently. Your eyes are wide and interested, and clearly whatever your scheduling for Steve has your entire attention because you don't even look up at him. He strokes his cock carefully, and slowly, and his breathing wavers as he runs a finger over his angry, red tip, using some of his precum for lube.

“You okay, Steve?” your voice fills the quiet room, and he looks over at you, his hands still wrapped around his cock. The naivety of your tone makes his cock twitch in his hands, and his pace slows. He makes eye contact with you, never breaking it as he slowly strokes his hand up and down his length. It makes him so much harder that you have no idea what he's doing, and he imagines what your lips would feel like wrapped around him.

“Fine, doll. Just a little sore.” Steve purses his lips as you nod. He meets your eyes, and you hold his gaze, concern plastering over your face.

You're so... modest. Completely unaware of what he's doing, and he loves it. Steve craves you; craves to taint the innocence which consumes you. You're too trusting for your own good, and one of these days, it's going to get you hurt.

Steve just needs to make sure it's him that hurts you, and nobody else.

“You do look awfully red, Steve.” You murmur across from him, concern painting your features. The heavy gaze your boss has on you makes you feel somewhat uncomfortable, but worry overrides any instinctive emotion. “Do you feel hot?”

Steve grunts in agreement with your question. He looks more disheveled than usual. His posture seems hunched, but he seems somewhat relaxed, and his gaze is hard and trained on you. You're unsure as to what's wrong - he's so red, it looks like he's burning up. Perhaps he has a fever, but you're sure the Super Soldier Serum ensures that he doesn't get ill. “Can I get you anything? Paracetamol? A glass of water?” you ask innocently, standing up from your desk chair, slowly walking towards him.

His computer monitor thankfully covers his crotch. Steve’s eyes don’t leave you, and it makes his cock leak when you softly begin to walk over to him. He’s almost certain you own nothing but inappropriate, seductive clothing; he’s seen more of your cleavage these past three weeks than he has anyone else’s, and it’s driving him crazy. The fact he’s managed to hold off from devouring you is insane, but he isn’t sure how much longer he can take.

Being the nice guy just doesn’t seem to be working. The hand which was stroking his cock stills, and he commands you to stop once you’re mere inches away, stood behind his monitor, so small he can hardly see you. “Do you own any appropriate clothing?”

His question is direct and his tone is reprimanding. Your knees wobble, and your head hangs slightly. Shame spreads throughout your body. “I didn’t realise this was inappropriate. My apologies.”

It’s unlike Steve to bark at you. Usually, he’s incredibly soft-spoken and considerate, yet it seems you’ve worn any patience he’s held for you thin. “Doll, every outfit you’ve worn this week has been low-cut and short.” He breathes, and your neck prickles with discomfort when you notice how dark and blown his pupils are. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been kind. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But I don’t think these kinds of… outfits would be appropriate elsewhere. You didn’t wear these outfits when interning for Stark.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Your subordinate manner only makes his cock twitch more, and he’s thankful his hand is sheathing his cock, because the precum that trickles out of its covers his skin and not his trousers. “I’ll try to be more considerate next time.”

It’s painful to let go of his length, but he has to, and he shoves it back inside of his trousers and innocently buttons them up. “Are you wearing these suggestive outfits to get a rise out of me?”

You gasp. “No. Never. I - Sir, I aim to be as appropriate and considerate as possible. I’m sorry I’ve been misleading you.” Steve rises from his seat, and you swallow thickly, feeling incredibly small compared to your boss. You’ve often been close to him - side by side, brushing shoulders, but he’s always been soft-spoken and gentle, apologetic and genuinely caring. Now, it seems like his patience is worn thin, and as opposed to seeing a civilian Steve, you feel as though you're standing in front of a soldier. “I can go and change now if you want?”

“No.” His tone is so low it matches that of a growl, and you cower weakly as he towers over you. Fear pulsates in your being as you stare up at him, suddenly feeling incredibly unsafe, and your heart races in your chest. Steve would never hurt me, you remind yourself, he’s one of the good ones.

You open your mouth to speak, but Steve shushes you. His finger splays over your lips, and you feel scolded and childlike. “I think you do it for attention.” His finger pushes against you, as does his body, as he stalks forward and you shuffle backward, trying to keep any space between the two of you. “You know, it’s been hard staying silent for this long. Watching you from afar, never knowing what to say or do.” His hot breath fans your ear, and Steve’s nostrils flare. “Trying to be a gentleman. Buying you coffee and flowers and cards when you were working at the Compound as a way to be friendly and nice. But I don’t think you want that.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.” You squeak out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Steve’s fingers gently press against your skin, wiping away any that spill, his skin icy against your own. “I-I’ve appreciated the gifts. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He asks, his eyes shooting down at you. You nod your head eagerly, staring up at him, trying to ignore how the dark look in his eyes makes your stomach flip. “I don’t think you’re truly sorry. I gave you this job to be my personal assistant. I expected more of you. You’re dressing as whore, and you can’t even apologize correctly.”

You swallow thickly, staring up at him. “‘M sorry. I haven’t meant to present myself that way,” your voice wavers. “What would y-you deem a suitable apology, Steve?”

“Captain.” Steve’s fingers find their way into your hair, and you squeak slightly as he tugs at it. “You only get to call me Steve when you’ve been good, which you haven’t.”

“How should I apologize, Captain?”

Your voice is an incredulous whisper. The subordination you show drives Steve crazy, and it takes everything in him not to force your mouth open and push you onto his cock. No, he needs to coax you into it - make you agree that this is the best way to apologize. Any other way wouldn’t suffice.

It’s as though you can’t believe this is happening - and in a way, Steve can’t, either. He’s always imagined this happening - having you begging him to tell you how to do something in a way that’s deemed fit in his eyes, having you be in pain whilst doing it. He curses slightly, before breathing out, “use that pretty little mouth of yours to worship me.”

“What?”

“I said, ‘use that pretty little mouth of yours to worship me’. Don’t expect me to repeat myself again.” He warns, blinking down at you, before muttering, “you’ve dressed like a whore, sweetheart. I think it’s only fair the Captain treats you as such.” His thumb drags down your lips, and you look up at him with such hesitation it makes his balls throb. He feels as though the look on your face could make him cum already.

Warmth floods over your cheeks. It feels wrong as Steve’s palms press heavily on your shoulders, the weight of him coaxing you down. A shudder leaves you as he forces you onto your knees in front of him, and you stare at his trousers, which are tight by the groin. “Captain, I don’t think -“ you swallow thickly, shaking as he comes down to unbutton his trousers, and flinching once his hands clasp yours, “-I don’t think this is appropriate.”

Your voice comes out in a hushed whisper, and he glares down at you, relishing in your embarrassment. Your eyelashes are wet and tears prickle your eyes still, “You’re on your knees now, doll.” He huffs, blowing out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. Your hands shake as he guides them to his trousers. “You might as well get on with it.”

“No I - I don’t want to.” Your voice wavers as he uses your hands to pry his cock out of his trousers, which is an angry red and seeping with cum, and you feel like scurrying away from it. “I-I haven’t ever done anything like this before.” Steve is stronger than you and the grip he’s got on your wrists makes you feel as though they will snap, so you decide not to, rather cowering away from his length in fear.

“Are you a virgin?” His question makes your head shoot up in embarrassment, your eyes wide and distraught, and he groans. “Oh my god, you’re a fucking virgin.”

“I never said I was,” you mutter, yelping when his hands strike you against the face. Fresh tears fall over old tear stains, and you flinch as his fingers splay over your chin.

He tuts. “Don’t lie to me. Are you a virgin?”

“Yes,” you murmur, shameful, eyes watery as you stare up at him. You sniffle, thankful for his gentle touch, which replaces the cruelty of his hands seconds ago. It makes your heart bloom with warmth as he brushes your face softly with his fingers, although he’s wiping away the pain he’s caused.

“My pretty little baby’s a virgin,” Steve coos, and the tone of his voice makes pressure form in your lower belly. “This mouth has never been around anyone’s cock before? Ever?”

There’s almost a deluded tone in his voice as he presses his tip against your lips. You quiver below him, your eyes trained on him as he pushes himself in your mouth. It feels wrong to do this with him - it feels exploitative, and whilst you opt to pull away from him, the wetness in your panties warns you otherwise. You’re enjoying this, and it’s making you feel terrible. You’re letting your boss take advantage of you and you love it.

You'd be lying if you denied the fact that you found Steve attractive. You had a thing for blonds, and the Golden Boy reputation he had made butterflies form in your belly. The fact he was so unlike what he seems makes your thighs clench and your pussy throb. A Golden Boy with an urge to taint; and somehow, you want to be tainted.

You hum against his cock, and it makes Steve’s stomach explode with heat. The wet of your tongue and the hot of your mouth is everything he’s ever wanted and more, and as your teeth scrape against him, he hisses, trying to hold back the smack he wants to deliver to you. You’re not ready for that yet; you’re a virgin, a sweet girl who needs taking care of. He needs to be gentle with you. “Nuh-uh-uh, doll. Cover those teeth of yours and hollow your cheeks - yes, like that, baby."

Steve breathes heavily as you take it in. It feels intrusive to your mouth as you suck on his cock, your tongue swirling up and down his tip. His hands make their way into your hair, and he gently begins to slide your head up and down, going at a quicker pace. It makes your belly ache with warmth as he does it, the feeling of his hands wrapped in your hair making you feel surprisingly... horny? It makes your face flush when you realize you're enjoying being used by Steve, and you eagerly begin to run your tongue up and down his length, tracing his veins and making sure to pay extra attention to his tip.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts, his balls slapping against your chin uncomfortably, “make your daddy’s cock nice and wet.” Steve’s pace quickens, and more and more of his cock forces its way into your mouth until your eyes are pricking with tears and you’re almost certain his length is going to suffocate you. Gag after gag follows through with each desperate thrust of his hips, and you clasp your hands around his thigh, looking up at him, eager to breathe. He doesn’t let you.

“My perfect little girl. Let daddy cum in your mouth and he’ll forgive you for dressing like such a whore.”

It’s not like you’ve got much of a choice anyway. In Steve's eyes, he's waited long enough to paint you in his cum, and it doesn’t take long for him to finish. He pulls out slightly, spewing cum over your cheeks and lips, grunting with approval at the sight of you. His innocent little personal assistant, who has never felt a man’s cock before today, has just had her throat fucked as though she were a fleshlight. Steve groans, steadying himself by using your head for support, and your nose crinkles as you swallow his cum which had painted your tongue.

It doesn't taste that bad.

“Best you clean yourself up.” Steve murmurs as you clamber up, knees shaking, the heat between your legs throbbing. “I don’t want my personal assistant to look so... defiled whilst she’s working alongside me.”

“Yes, Captain.”

As you attempt to scurry off to the bathroom, Steve stops you. “I want to make a few things clear about your position as my personal assistant, doll.”

You nod your head, uncertain as to what he might say next. The sight of you covered in his cum makes his heart bloom with pride, and he realises that he has finally got you where he wants you to be. “Your role as my personal assistant is to assist me with anything I deem necessary. Whether that be sexual or otherwise. You got that?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good girl.”

—

Your body has been aching and sore for days. Forcing yourself up from your desk chair, you jolt slightly at the sudden pain which shoots up through your spine. You look away from Steve’s hot gaze, which makes you feel flustered and funny, and you begin to flip through pages in your folder, desperate to keep yourself occupied and not draw too much attention from Steve.

“Come here, doll.” His voice is gentle, his arms wide and open, urging you in.

You nod your head, opting to agree. You've become conditioned to his sexual advances, and he accepts when you're not in the mood, saying that he doesn't want to pressure you. Steve is a good guy in that way; he wants you to move at your own pace. You only have to do this for a few more months or so, as that’s how long your contract is.

Steve taps his lap. You comply, carefully seating yourself atop of him, crinkling your nose when he gets too close. He notices, but he doesn’t care, leaning backward slightly and brushing a curl away from your face.

“What have I done for you to hate me?” his once confident voice is quiet, oozing with rejection.

You blink at him. “I - I don’t hate you.”

Steve hums, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. You shuffle uncomfortably in his lap, looking up at him with big, doe eyes, and it makes his cock twitch. You’re so innocent, so friendly, a big baby that needs protecting from the world. All Steve wants to do is protect you and keep you safe. “You don’t look at me the same anymore,” he notes quietly. “You used to look at me like I was a savior before you started working under me.”

You shuffle uncomfortably, looking up at him through your lashes. He moves slightly to get comfortable, and your breath hitches in your throat when his clothed crotch rubs against yours. “I still think of you as a savior, Stevie,” you murmur quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

You’ve worked for Steve long enough now to know that the way around difficult conversations is to stroke his ego. His hand snakes around your back, and he traipses his fingers up and down your back slowly. “No bra, huh? What have I told you about dressing appropriately?”

“S-sorry, Steve.”

“Mmm, I forgive you, baby.” His hands fall to your skirt, and his fingers slowly ride up them. The material parts with the moving of his hands, and your body flushes with heat when his finger slides up and down your slits. He tuts. “No underwear, either? This'll be a little harder to forgive.”

You squeak slightly as Steve pushes a finger inside of you. “Y-you asked me not to wear underwear when I'm around you.”

“Nuh-uh-uh. I don’t remember that, doll. Don’t make things up to try and make yourself better off.” Except, he does remember it because he practically commanded you to strip your underwear off the last time you wore some when working alongside him. But you don’t need to remember that. Steve wants you to believe everything you do for him is because you want to do it, not because he’s told you to.

“Really?” you squeak as he curls his finger inside of you, ensuring he hits against your spongy spot. You try to ignore the heaviness of Steve’s gaze, and you swallow dryly, stuttering as Steve slips another digit in, beginning to fuck you faster with a ‘come-forth’ motion.

“Yeah, doll. Maybe you just wanted your daddy to have easier access to this pretty pussy of yours. I know how much you like getting that little pussy touched.”

His fingers slow down inside of you, and he gazes down at you with a raised brow. You protest, trying to roll against his fingers, but he grabs your thighs and shakes his head. “Bad girls don’t get to feel good.”

“I’m not bad," you whine, and Steve shakes his head in response.

“You lied to daddy. Said he wanted you to wear no underwear. You said it like I’ve been forcing you not to wear underwear when it was your decision.”

The sharpness in his tone makes you recoil, and you still your lower half. against him, not wanting to make him anymore angrier than he already is. “I-I’m sorry. It was my decision. I’m sorry for lying.”

Steve sucks in a breath through his teeth. “You know, I’ve been holding back these past weeks. I wanted to break you in.” He pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine in protest, but your sounds are muffled when he shoves them inside of your mouth. You suck instinctively, and he groans against you. “I’ve been wanting to use that pretty pussy of yours for so long, doll. Been wanting to defile you and make you mine.”

Before you can even react, the tip of his cock is pressing against your slits. “I’ve wanted to fuck you and fill you up with my cum for so long now.” His voice is a growl, and you feel frozen in place, beginning to slowly shake your head. “Fuck you full of my babies. And I know you want that, too.” He groans as he presses harsh kisses against your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin.

“No, Steve,” you breathe heavily as he holds you into place, your own body no match for the strength of his. “I- I don’t want that. I'm not ready for a baby."

“But you are. You just don’t know it yet.” His cock pushes into you, and you let out a whimper, struggling against him. Your walls sheathe him, and you let out a pained squeak. "Look at how well you take me, baby. You were made for me. You’re so wet for me. Look at you, trying to deny your rightful place as my subordinate. My pretty little girl.”

He forces his cock into you slowly. Your walls squeeze around him, sheathing his cock so well, and you whimper, squeezing your nails into his shoulders so hard you feel as though you're going to leave behind crescent moons. "No, Steve," you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut, desperately trying to get rid of the burn between your leg. "'t hurts. Stevie, I'm not ready."

"You're ready, baby," he seethes, throwing his head back slightly as he pushes his hips up further. "Your little virgin pussy is hugging my cock so fucking tight."

A mewl escapes you as his cock brushes up against the spongy spot inside of you. Tears prick the corner of your eyes, and mascara begins to brew below your lash line. Steve stares at you, his gaze passionate, wondering how he ever got so lucky. Not only has he got you exactly where he needs you, but he's also ruining you, tainting you for other men.

The only way he can truly ensure other men will leave you alone is to fill that belly of yours with his baby, so that's exactly what he intends to do. "Does that feel good?" he whispers, kissing your cheek softly. "You feel so full, baby?"

"So full, Steve," you whine, trying to adjust yourself to gather more comfort. Your walls rub against his cock as you adjust, and it feels kind of... good, so you do it again. Your hips slowly roll atop of him, and you whimper to yourself, pain mixing with pleasure.

Steve lets you bounce on him. It's a slow pace, and it doesn't hurt, though it feels unnatural to have something this big inside of you. It's not that you're entirely sexually naive - you've masturbated before, but this is completely different. Steve is huge, and with every roll of your hips, you can feel him. There's no room for escape, and your stomach flips as you throw your arms around his neck. "Steve," you breathe, eyes flittering shut as the coil inside of you threatens to break and snap, your toes curled in desperation. It feels as though you're just inches away from experiencing pure ecstasy, but you can't reach it, and it's making you so frustrated, you feel as though you could cry. "H-help me, Steve."

"You want Daddy's help when getting off?" he coos, brushing a curl away from your face. You stare down at him, biting your lip and nodding eagerly, and he groans slightly. So cute, so small, so ready for him. This is how you should be - begging for his help, needing him, relying on him. You're just a woman, after all; you need a big, strong man like Steve to take care of you.

His hips thrust up, and it's incredibly painful at first. Steve's pace is nothing compared to yours - you were being slow and gentle with your body, and he just wants to ruin it. His hips smash into you, his cock sliding in and out, and he peppers harsh kisses against your neck. You mewl against him, pressing up against his chest to feel him, your toes curling in your flats, your eyes dazed, mouth gaping. You look like a picture-perfect image, and Steve grunts as he fucks you, wanting to tip you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until the coil snaps. You murmur and shake against him, your thighs clenched as you cum, squirting all over his cock, drenching his balls and trousers. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," you yell against him, his cock relentlessly fucking you throughout your orgasm.

"I'm gonna fill you with my babies," he growls, "drown your pussy with my fucking cum."

"No," you cry out, unable to move as he thrusts himself into you; again and again and again. You feel so helpless, so small and weak against him, and you stare up at him. His pupils are dark and blown, and his Adam's apple bobs desperately, his nostrils flaring as his cock twitches inside of you. "Please, pull out!"

"I don't think so, baby," he grunts, and with one final thrust of his hips, he finishes inside of you. Your walls squeeze him simultaneously, and he lets out a low, powerful groan, as he coaxes your walls with his cum. "Gotta make you a nice little housewife. Gonna have you popping out all of my babies."

Steve brushes away the tears which slip down your cheeks. He doesn't even realize how hard he's been holding you until he lets go, your arms riddled with handprint marks which he's sure will bruise. "Don't cry, doll," he murmurs, "you knew what came with the job."

"No, I didn't," you sniffle, pressing your head into his neck. It's wrong how his warmth and his smell act as a safety valve for you when he's the reason you're so upset. "I would've never - I would've never gotten into this if I knew what you expected from me."

A gentle sob racks your body, and Steve looks down at you, caressing your face gently. "Baby, stop crying. You're ruining that little face of yours." In honesty, Steve's patience is running thin. He's been good to you; caring, doting, paying you well for an easy job, and this is how you react? You cry into his arms after he tells you he's going to pump you full of his children? He's Captain America, for God's sake. You should be begging for it. "Just - Jesus fucking christ," he huffs as you continue to cry, grabbing your face harshly, and the sudden grip shocks you. "Stop crying. If you're going to speak, at least try and be fucking coherent."

Nodding your head, you wipe your eyes, which are tender and you assume, red. "I'm not ready for this," your voice shakes as you speak, and Steve almost feels a bit sorry at the sight of you. "I- I don't want this."

"Only good girls get what they want," Steve states plainly, staring at your disheveled face. He certainly got what he wanted - you look ruined, and you feel it, too. He imagines his cum is mixed with a bit of your blood; what, with him defiling you and all, he probably broke your hymen as well. The thought makes him grin to himself, and he utters, "I don't think you've been good, so you don't get what you want, baby."

"I'm sorry! I just - this doesn't seem like a fair punishment! I don't want this!" You cry out as Steve delivers a harsh smack to your ass, and you gaze up at him pathetically through your lashes as he tuts.

"I don't care if you think it's fair or not. You've been teasing me ever since you were an intern at Stark Industries, doll. I've been waiting to breed you for that long," his voice vibrates against you, and you shake your head, ashamed that you even thought you could get away with arguing against him. He's the Captain, and he has all of the control. "Anyway, you're just a dumb little baby. You have no idea what you want right now. But I do. I know what's good for you. Don't you trust me, baby?"

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Scarlet Whispers pt. 9

A/N: Apparently I wrote two chapters of smut back to back so uhhh.. here's a second chapter of terribly written smut. Anyway sorry for the delay in posting schedule for like.. two weeks. I don't have much of an excuse, as most of this was already written in advance, just briefly editing before posting. But I moved recently, and there was some roommate drama with moving out, and just in general moving bullshit. Plus my last job was refusing to cooperate with my ADA (despite the fact that doing so landed me in the hospital for a fucking week...) so I fortunately was able to land a new job that's hybrid. However I did just start it so like.. super busy with training and getting settled in to the new place. Plus trying to make sure I dedicate time to my gf since we're on different continents so like.. timezones are a bitch lol.

Gif not mine, as always

Trigger Warnings: Smuttttttt. Horribly written smut.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-8 here

The next few days were absolute bliss for you. You were certain of your feelings for the former Avenger and knew that she felt the same way about you. This newfound confidence allowed you to freely express your affection. While you had been somewhat clingy in the past, you had never been this openly affectionate before with anyone, always afraid it would be used against you somehow.

As usual Wanda would cook for both of you, and with your desire to be closer to her at the forefront of your mind, you would inevitably find a way to snuggle into her arms, even if it wasn’t per se the most convenient. Wanda had already reassured you she didn’t mind, always welcoming any chance to be close to you. Now was one such example. Letting out a sigh as she wrapped one arm around you and kissed the top of your head. While she stirred the food, you tilted your head and gazed happily at the slightly taller woman who held you.

Curious green eyes observed you thoughtfully, wondering what brought on this bout of cuddliness. Seizing the opportunity with the witch's face so close to yours, you leaned up and gave Wanda a chaste kiss on the lips before burying your blushing face in her chest. The older woman chuckled softly at how adorably shy you were and embraced you even tighter.

While eating and conversing, you found yourself insisting on maintaining physical contact with the witch. Thighs brushing against each other, and at one point you were feeling particularly bold and rested your hand on her thigh. The witch couldn't be happier about this development and even going so far as to lace her fingers with yours, bringing a contented smile to your face. At one point, Wanda could swear that you were wiggling in place while she was playing with your hair. As she subtly glanced behind you, she half expected to find a tail wagging there. It was only a mild disappointment there wasn’t.

The definition of golden retriever girlfriend, you were such a puppy, and it was adorable. It seemed like you couldn't get enough, following Wanda around the house and even the grounds whenever she got up to take care of things. Despite her reassurances that you could continue whatever activity you were engaged in, you were insistent upon helping. Every step of the way, you offered your assistance, basking in the witch’s presence and happy to be helpful. Whenever your skin happened to touch, even briefly, a pleasurable shiver would run down your spine, making whatever chore you were working on even something as mundane as gardening (a green thumb, you were not) worth it.

Not once did Wanda deter your need for affection, doing her best in fact to reward it at every opportunity. Part of it was for her own selfish reasons, she always relished in your touch. A larger part however was an attempt to heal your inner child. She recalled your painful memories she had witnessed where your attempts at garnering affection from your family were rudely and oftentimes even violently rebuffed. This caused you to believe that’s how all requests for affection would be received, leading you at a young age to stop seeking affection from anyone going forward.

Now, if you reached out to Wanda, she would return your touch reassuringly, even going so far sometimes to pull you into an embrace or press her lips to yours. The witch never wanted you to question whether she would accept your touch ever again. Anything she could do to associate positive feelings with your attempts at affection, Wanda would give. Every time she did, she was rewarded when you practically vibrated with happiness in her arms.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe and dare you say it, happy. Wanda truly was everything you could ever hope for in a partner: devoted, caring, and attentive. You weren’t sure whether it was her magic, or simply how attuned she was to you - seeming to anticipate your wants and needs almost before you yourself even realized them. It had been this way before you two had slept together, but something about this added layer of trust and intimacy you never in your wildest dreams believed you could be lucky enough to experience, enhanced your connection with the witch.

Attributing this factor to why you were so needy for any scrap of attention from the older woman, you were positively thrilled any time she so much as looked at you. Which, admittedly, was often. Whenever your insecurities raised their ugly heads, darkly whispering that you were going to get on Wanda’s nerves if you kept up, the woman would invariably find ways to reassure you just how pleased she was that you were finally comfortable enough to be yourself around her.

The only thing you were really still concerned about was how Wanda hadn’t let you return the favor yet, so to speak. After that first night you both slept together, any time you attempted to turn your lovemaking around to focus on Wanda, she would redirect you, distracting you with kisses until, breathless, you forgot what you were trying to do in the first place. You never forgot for long though, and by the end of each evening you were beginning to think maybe she didn’t want you to touch her. Insecurities returned full force, you found yourself wondering if maybe the witch regretted taking things this far and was using this tactic to keep herself from unwanted advances.

What if Wanda was only continuing this because she realized too late that you hadn’t measured up, and she didn’t want to hurt your feelings after going so far in her promises to you that she wanted you no matter what? Maybe she was stalling until she could find a way to extricate herself from this situation?

Knowing the woman was a mind reader, you fought valiantly to keep these thoughts buried as much as you could. By the fourth night though, it was taking a toll on you mentally. The pair of you were cuddling after she had provided you with another set of mind-blowing orgasms, Wanda periodically peppering your face with sweet kisses.

As always, the witch could sense your change in demeanor. “What is it, detka? I see your mind working a hundred miles an hour from here.”

Using her thumb the older woman gently smoothed out the crease on your forehead, before kissing the same spot, the key indicator you had been lost in thought. Your heart twisted traitorously, and you tried to escape instead in relishing in the sweetness of her behavior, fearing it may possibly be the last time she ever does so. It’s not that you were dying to know, per se, but rather that you loved her so much and if she wasn’t happy with you, you wanted to know. Either so you could fix it, or free her from her supposed obligation to you. Even if… even if that would break you, knowing in your heart that you loved her and couldn’t bear the thought of holding her to you out of mere obligation when she could have the opportunity to find happiness elsewhere.

A deep exhale was released from you prior to you looking up at her, eyes filled with vulnerable honesty. Your voice was meek, clearly dreading the answer but needing to know at the same time. “Why won’t you ever let me touch you?”

Now it was Wanda’s turn to furrow her brow in thought, trying to figure out where your thoughts were at. “What do you mean, lyubov moya? You’re touching me right now.” The redhead placed her hand atop yours on her chest, giving it a brief squeeze, to emphasize her point.

To add to your dread, now your stomach flipped with anxiety at having to explain yourself.

"I- when... when we're in bed, anytime I try to... touch you, you turn it around back on me. Do you not want me to touch you? Do you..." you gulped. "Do you regret what's happened between us? Am I not living up to your expectations? If it's something I can fix, Wanda, I like you too much not to try. But I can't fix what I don't know is broken. Or, I mean, it’s totally okay" It wasn’t. “If you’ve changed your mind, if you don’t want me, you don’t have to pretend.”

Green eyes turned glassy with tears as they widened in surprise. Oh, her poor kotenok, how had Wanda not realized how her behavior was making you feel? All she wanted was to love you and take her time savoring you after waiting so long to be with you again. She just hadn't wanted for you to feel pressured to reciprocate her advances. Knowing you had always been a tender-hearted person who needed to be eased into things, Wanda wished she had realized it sooner. She had never meant to hurt you; in fact, that was the opposite of what she wanted with you. As if she could ever not want you. As if the mere thought of ever letting you go didn’t make her want to burn the entire multiverse to the ground in grief.

"Oh dorogaya, no! I'm so sorry for making you feel that way, it wasn't my intention. It's just... I've waited so long for you, Y/N. I only wanted to cherish our time together. I didn't want to pressure you into doing anything you weren't ready or didn't want to do. That doesn't mean I don't want you to touch me, my love. In fact, it's quite the opposite, I can't wait for you to touch me, sweetheart." By the end of her declaration, her voice had become considerably lower.

The witch leaned into your personal space until her forehead was resting gently against yours. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the closeness, before she opened them to look deeply into your eyes, willing you to understand the seriousness of what she was about to tell you.

“I love you, Y/N. So much. If you want to touch me, if you feel ready for that, I promise that I won’t turn you away again. Alright malyshka? I just didn’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you weren’t ready for. You mean too much for me to rush what we have for mere physicality. I have waited so long for you lyubov moya, and if you needed I would continue to wait forever. I never meant to hurt you. I want you so much I feel like my body aches for you, but I never wanted to push you, in case you weren’t ready. I’m sorry that in doing so I was making you feel unwanted, that’s absolutely not the case. Please Y/N, tell me you understand tha-”

You interrupted Wanda’s rambling, eagerly pressing your lips against hers. Your hand, previously resting on her chest, now gripped her shirt, pulling her closer to you. The surprise on the former Avenger's face was evident. The passionate intensity of your kiss ignited a strong desire within her, causing her arms to wrap around the back of your neck as you practically threw yourself on top of her.

Although initially frenzied, the kiss simmered slowly and sensual. While you were excited to finally have the opportunity to touch Wanda the way you had been dreaming of (far longer than you were even willing to admit to yourself), you didn't want to rush it, still nervous having never done this before. One of your hands that had been clutching her shirt to keep her close, gently slid up to cup her cheek, savoring the feeling of her soft skin against your hand.

Briefly, you pulled away to catch Wanda's eyes with a silent question, your thumb grazing across the apple of her cheek softly. Feeling warmed that you wanted to check in, the witch tightened her arms that were behind your neck and nodded. You leaned in again, and as your lips met hers, you gently took her lower lip between yours, sucking on it, eliciting a deep moan from her. As the kiss deepened, Wanda's hand wound itself in your hair, nails lightly scratching your scalp. The older woman was willing to let you do anything, as long as she could ensure that you stayed close to her at all times.

Unhurriedly you trailed your lips down Wanda's jawline, leaving a series of soft kisses along her skin. Your hands started to explore her body, tracing the curves and contours that you had longed to touch. Wanda's breath hitched as your fingertips danced across sensitive areas, sending shivers down her spine.

As your lips continued their journey, you found yourself exploring every inch of Wanda's body, relishing the taste and texture of her skin. Hands moving with a blend of tenderness and desire, expressing your love and admiration for her. Breathy moans filled the air, a delightful melody to your ears, as Wanda eagerly responded to your touch. Lips caressing the swell of Wanda's breasts, moving from one to the other before settling on one to worship. With tentative strokes of your tongue, you swirled around and then across the hardened bud of her nipple, eliciting a groan from the witch that caused your core to clench around nothing.

For a few days now, your fantasies revolved around finding out if Wanda tasted as good as she looked. Said fantasies were coming to fruition, and you practically couldn’t wait. Replacing your lips with your hand as you lowered yourself down her body, leaving hot, wet kisses down her abdomen til you were situated comfortably between her legs. You were greeted with a mouthwatering sight - evidence of her pleasure slicked down her thighs, dripping onto the bed. Gods, this was all for you? Because of you? You did this to her, no one else. You bet she tasted divine, nectar of the fucking gods.

Unintentionally you spent so long staring, that if your flattering thoughts hadn’t been so loud, Wanda would have felt self-conscious. Seeming to snap out of your reverie, you raised your eyes to capture the witch’s gaze, looking for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Sensing none, you lowered your lips to press a soft kiss to the hood of her clit, listening as Wanda’s voice caught in a small gasp.

Never breaking eye contact, you ran a cursory swipe of your tongue over her folds. Your eyes fluttered shut as both you and Wanda moaned in unison - Wanda from the sensation of your tongue on her most intimate area, and you from the delicious taste. It had a slight tanginess, with a unique flavor that belonged solely to Wanda. In that moment, you knew that if you were ever on death row, she would be your choice for a last meal. Nothing would ever compare to the taste of her, and you were certain you would never be able to get enough.

You eagerly immersed yourself in Wanda's essence, like a woman starved. Paying close attention to every detail that elicited delightful sounds from her lips, you memorized them for future reference. Although you may have lacked practical experience, your enthusiasm and ability to learn quickly more than compensated for it.

Wanda's moans and whimpers were soon reaching their peak as her thighs tightly wrapped around your head. Aware that she was close, you took her pearl into your mouth and gently sucked on it while flicking your tongue against it over and over again. Sharp nails dug into your scalp as she held you firmly in place, urging you not to stop. Despite feeling a bit lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, you had no intention of stopping, not that you could with her ankles locked behind your head.

A broken cry escaped from Wanda as she climaxed, her thighs trembling near your ears. You eagerly licked up her slick, relishing in the signs of her pleasure as she reached her peak. Wanting to explore something different, you positioned your index and middle fingers at her entrance, feeling it contract around nothing, and effortlessly slid them inside.

You groaned as you were enveloped in her tight heat, feeling her clenching around the new intrusion. Recalling how she had made you see stars, you began curling your digits, looking for that spongy spot, all the while never letting up on your tongue’s ministrations. The redhead all but screamed as her first orgasm slammed head long into a second one with no time to breathe in between. Her core was spasming around you, practically drawing you in, and fuck if this wasn’t the hottest experience of your entire life.

If Wanda hadn't gently tapped your head, pulling at your hair to lift you as her oversensitive body transitioned from pleasure to borderline pain, you probably would have continued until you were both completely spent. Deciding that while you enjoyed it when the older woman touched you but touching her was an almost spiritual experience. It wouldn't be surprising if this became your newest favorite hyper fixation, though not one likely to disappear anytime soon if ever. To avoid causing any discomfort to Wanda, you accepted her request and moved away.

Face completely drenched, you smiled, using your fingers to savor the remnants of her release. Both of you moaned - Wanda at the sight, and you at the return of your favorite new dessert to your taste buds. Breathless, Wanda chuckled at the self-satisfied expression on your face and reached out for you to join her. Taking the hint, you draped yourself over her body, gazing at her with a love-sick expression. The woman didn't waste any time before pulling you in for a passionate kiss, her smile pressing against your lips.

Eventually parting for air, you stared into each other's eyes, before both of you burst into giggles. Her toned arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you relished her proximity. Tucking your head under her chin, a happy sigh released from you while Wanda hummed in delight.

“That was wonderful, malyshka. I know you were worried about “measuring up”, as you would put it, but I want you to know, you exceeded any expectations that I might have had.” Satisfaction dripped from her voice, making you feel content with your efforts. For so long now you had wanted to make her feel even a fraction of the happiness that she had brought to you. It brought you immense joy to know that you had succeeded.

“I’m glad I was able to make you feel good, Wands.” you murmured. “I like making you happy.” You nuzzled under her chin.

The former avenger chuckled at your submissive nature. You were so perfect for her, and you didn’t even know. “Darling, you don’t have to make me come to make me happy. You do that just by being here with me.”

She followed up her words with a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you tried to keep your happy wiggles as subtle as possible. This made her almost burst out with laughter. “You’re so cute, Y/N. You don’t have to hide your happiness from me, dorogaya, I would never judge you. It’s adorable.”

You hadn’t thought it was possible, but she had unknowingly wrapped another metaphorical magical tendril around your heart with those words. Raising your head to make eye contact, you gazed at her as if she had hung the stars. How could this woman be so perfect for you? Always knowing what to say, how to attenuate your insecurities, making you feel safe to be your most authentic self in her presence. Was this woman even real?

Although it was too early to utter those three cherished words that you never expected to say to anyone, you undeniably felt them in your heart and soul at this moment. You longed to express them out loud, but you held back. Now was not the right time. Perhaps soon, though. Instead, you gently pressed a pure, innocent kiss on her lips, hoping to convey the emotions that you weren't quite prepared to vocalize yet. Reciprocating the pace and pressure of your kiss, Wanda followed it up with a brief kiss to the tip of your nose, making you giggle.

“Let’s get cleaned up, lyubov.” She conjured warm, damp cloths for the both of you, insisting on helping you clean up before taking care of herself. Once all traces of your nightly activities were gone, you cuddled up to the witch. You crawled back into her embrace, feeling comfortable enough to entangle your legs with Wanda’s as you laid practically on top of her.

Briefly considering teasing you but being unwilling to jeopardize your newfound confidence with her Wanda simply giggled, placing kisses atop your head, and holding you close. Things couldn’t be more perfect, and the former avenger felt her heart overflowing with love and affection for you. Using her magic, she turned off the lights for the night, murmuring a sweet “Good night lyubov moya.”

One day you resolved to ask her those and all the other words in her native Sokovian specifically meant, but as always, once your eyes began drifting closed, all thoughts left your mind. For now, you were blissfully content in Wanda’s arms.

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rmoonstoner · 9 months

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Lucky Dip

Miguel O'Hara x fem!mutant!reader (Gambit's sister, co-leader of the Thieves Guild.)

Warnings:

18+, size kink, size difference, chase kink, pie eating, p in v sex, cream pie, biting and scratching, mentions of blood from the biting and scratching, pain kink, praising the reader, teasing, slight rope bondage(webbing)

Mutant powers were chosen at random, using a 20 sided dice, 3 times. Speed, teleportation, and luck. Seems fitting for the sister of the gambling cajun, Gambit.

Note:

As it's a one shot, I didn't bother with forcing Miguel to say shock. In this, he swears like a normie.

***

Something definitely was not right in the Thieves Guild. Your brother, Remy, had been training new recruits for the past two weeks. Normally that wasn't a problem, but the X-Men had called out of the blue and specifically requested his assistance. They actually requested both of you, but you weren't too keen on going with him after the last time.

The last time you went, Hank had taken every chance he got to see if your luck was as infinite as Remy had claimed. He and Logan even picked up the habit of doing the Speed Ball special to you, without warning, or just outright throwing random shit at you to see if they could hit you.

As fun as it was being tossed around like a rag doll, it wasn't exactly the type of attention that you wanted.

So, with Remy leaving for whatever mission the X-Men had, that left you in charge of Friday's last class of the day. Then hopefully an entire weekend of lounging around, eating the stash of goodies while your brother was away.

"Now 'member, cher, dere's a big guy on da new recruits roster. He's very strong, an' he's as testy as Logan. Be careful 'round 'em." Your brother cautioned as he subtly pointed at the large man in a white jacket, a pair of glasses on his nose. He was calmly drinking a tiny cup of espresso, all by himself in the cafeteria. He just looked grumpy, a lot like Logan.

"I'll be fine, Remy. You worry too much."

"I mean it. Try not t'get yourself killed, cher. He didn't like it one bit when I hit on 'em. He threatened t'slit my throat if I ever did it again, so maybe you just dun leave him be. Has sharp ass claws, and he has dis sticky shit dat he shoots out of his wrists." Remy said with a froen. You could see he was obviously upset at being turned down and threatened.

"Shut up. You're just salty he refused your advances. Unlike you, I don't make it a habit to hit on the new recruits, or my teammates." You remarked as you jabbed him in the chest. Remy feigned a shocked and innocent expression while putting both of his hands up.

"It's not my fault dat I was born a ten."

"Wow. What the fuck, Rem? It's hard for the members to take you seriously as a leader when you're always such a salacious slut. I can only imagine how insufferable you are when you go work for the Professor."

"You're just jealous Xavier asks me for help, and not you." He said and you rolled your eyes with a huff.

"I think you're jealous that the recruits listen to me better than they listen to you. Sure, exploding shit is cool and all, but I can drop-kick them into any dimension of my choosing because I can teleport! And because of that, I got to go hang out with the Avengers. They are on a higher tier than the X-Men." You gave him a sassy response and he snorted and looked away.

"Ugh, sometimes I tink Kurt would've been a better sis den you. At least he don constantly undermine my authority."

"Kurt talks shit about you behind your back, you saucy wench. He prays for your soul every night. Now that's bad if a priest prays for you, nightly." You shot back and he huffed. A second later, he started to swear up a storm in French as he searched his pockets.

"You alright?"

"I can't find my cocaine. I jus' put it into my coat pocket dis mornin'…"

"Good. You don't need the drugs. You remember what you did the last time you went over to the school with that shit?" You said and Remy just crossed his arms and pouted.

"Xavier forgave me."

***

The class had started, and you weren't surprised to see all the students, except for one, at the back of the class. The one at the front was the guy your brother had warned you about. He was huge, and he looked very grumpy. You decided to just teach a few basic pickpocketing techniques, and hopefully no one would get hurt.

"You son of a bitch!" One advanced student, John, was mad that the new guy hadn't followed the basic rules. Instead of stealthily trying to steal something from John's pocket, the new guy simply lifted John up by the ankles, turned him upside down, and shook him until his pockets were empty. Now John was struggling in the guy's grip, kicking and swearing. You went over and sighed.

"Okay, enough. Put him down. John, take the rest of the class out of here. I need to speak to this guy." You said firmly and the guy dropped John and stood back with his arms crossed while looking exceptionally pleased with himself. John took the others out of the room as he glared at the new guy. Once they left, you turned to look at him.

"What the fuck is your deal, buddy?" You asked as you leaned against the wall.

"John was trying to take my watch. No one touches my watch." He simply said, arms crossed.

Your eyes went to his wrist, seeing a fancy and very high tech looking watch that you would see Tony Stark, Reed Richards, or Hank McCoy wear. You raised a brow and slowly looked at the arm it was on.

He had massive arms and legs, a muscular torso, thick neck, and his face was pretty. You were one hundred percent certain that he had abs for days under that tight fitting white coat he was wearing. He was fine as hell, and you understood why your brother was disappointed that this guy told him a resounding 'No.' with a capital N.

"The whole point of the exercise is to steal something undetected. He would give it back when the exercise is complete. We don't attack our own people for following basic training orders, and we have a code of not stealing from fellow guild members"

"I didn't attack him. I stopped him from stealing from me, then I promptly liberated his belongings."

"Look, that's not how we do shit here, man. Our whole shtick is steal in secret from the rich and undeserving. Not shake the change and drugs out of The Spot." You scolded him and rolled your eyes.

"That's a stupid hero name. Who names themselves 'The Spot?' Sounds as lame as he looks."

"Right. What's your name, anyways?"

"Miguel O'Hara."

"Do you have a hero name? And please don't say Spider-Man, there's already two of those."

"Uh…" He stalled for a moment as he looked away.

"Right. Gotta work on that, then. What's your background? Like, human, Mutant, or…?" You asked while looking at his red eyes, sharp claws, and his funky looking vampire fangs.

"I am classified as a mutate. External forces caused my powers to develop." He said as he explained exactly what his powers were.

"Was it an accident?"

"Sort of. I did this to myself. I was trying to find and antidote to reverse a drug addiction to a drug that once you stop taking it, you die. My boss drugged me, hoping to black mail and keep me on payroll. When that backfired, I fled. That's why I am here. I want to destroy his business and take everything he holds dear." Miguel now looked very angry, with both fists clenched.

"Well, you're not gonna get very far acting like a bag a rabid Wolverines. My brother also doesn't take too kindly on people disrespecting him or myself, or the others he has put in charge of the Thieves Guild." You explained as he shifted and gave you an unreadable look. It was almost threatening.

"Look, Miguel, I don't give a shit if you wanna be here for revenge purposes, but while you're here, you will work as a team with everyone else, or you can get the fuck out of our hair." You said angrily and he tilted his head, a large grin forming on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

You suddenly got an idea, and you gave him an evil smirk. It was his turn to be worried and intrigued.

"Tag, you're it. Catch ya later, loser!" You declared and slapped him exceptionally hard on the ass, then darted out the door.

Miguel snarled and was off, chasing after you.

You ran past a few members, warning them to get out of the way as you hopped up the side of an empty elevator shaft and clambered up. About half way up, you could hear the hollow thuds of the metal at the bottom of the shaft, and it was loud!

Not only was it loud, but the vibrations shook you off balance. You almost slipped as you watched Miguel bound up the shaft after you effortlessly.

Your eyes went wide, and you quickly exited the elevator shaft and ran down a few hallways, then came to the stairs and ran down to the next level, and into another room. After, you teleported down to the main training room. There, you crawled up into the vents and found a shortcut to get you up to the roof. Once at the top, you waited for Miguel by watching the spot you came out of. You remembered your brother saying this guy had a good sense of smell, so you figured that he'd be a while since you teleported.

"What are you waiting for?" Miguel's voice surprised you.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ!" You hissed as you turned around to see him hanging upside down from a billboard. You promptly backed up, tripped over your own feet, and fell back. Before you could hit the ground, Miguel had caught you and was now hunched over your body on his knees.

How did he find you? You were fast, teleported, and had luck on your side. Why the fuck did Lady Luck just suddenly decide to fail you now?

"Guess this means I win. What's my prize?" Miguel said smugly as he leaned down, his face just a mere inch away from yours.

You felt everything heat up as you became very aware of how he was perched over you. He was between your legs, both of his massive arms around you. One hand was firmly on your ass, his fingers grasping you tightly, while the other was holding your neck, fingers on your sensitive pressure points. His torso and hips were flush against yours, feeling like a perfect fit

"Oh, uh…" Your face went hot as you looked away nervously.

"You know, you're hot when you're angry. Even sexier when you're speechless." Miguel's voice rumbled as he forced you to turn your head, then he licked your lower lip. You sucked in a breath and felt him push his hips forward a bit.

So many things raced through your mind at that point. How unprofessional this man was. The audacity of this man that was pushing his huge and hard length against your aching core. How he was daring to do this, to you, the sister of the leader of the Thieves Guild.

And how fucking dare his sexy perfect face be that God damn smug.

He was pretty hot. Like, hot enough to give your brother some serious competition. Remy would not react well to not having any of the attention on him…

But it was nice to have some attention you actually might consider for once. Plus, you were suddenly feeling exceptionally horny.

For some reason.

"You know. I don't like your brother. At all. I honestly don't see how you're related. But you… I like you and I think that I deserve something good for catching you. I was told you're uncatchable." Miguel husked as his hand grabbed your hair and he yanked your head back. You hissed as his mouth smoothed over your throat. You went rigid and squeaked as he licked a line down the column of your neck to your collarbone. You squirmed and wriggled as a small moan escaped you.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Miguel hummed as he thrust himself against you. You whimpered and rolled your hips in return, which made him chuckle darkly.

"I'll even make a deal with you. You let me have a taste, and I'll be a good boy for you. I will listen to your orders without question. I won't cause trouble, and I'll even let your playboy brother continue to have his pick of the dating pool." As he spoke, his nose nudged alongside yours. You could feel his lips right there, barely touching you as he breathed hot air into your face. He smelled like spicy coffee and mint.

That wasn't all you could smell.

You could smell something else. His cologne or aftershave. It was woodsy smelling, with a hint of something floral. You smelled the deodorant he was wearing, which surprisingly smelled like fruit. Then the cleaners he used for his clothing, fresh lavender.

All of those smells were intoxicating, comforting, and most definitely arousing. So arousing, you decided to say fuck it and go for it. You deserved it. Remy be damned if he didn't like it.

Instead of answering Miguel, you bucked up and dove your hands into his hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. You could hear the groan come from deep in his chest as he returned the kiss with much enthusiasm. You pulled on his hair as he moved down to your chest and started to pull at your shirt. Luck decided to spare each button and seam as Miguel tugged it off violently.

He growled when he didn't find a bra underneath and he was quick to find and suck and tug on your nipples with his teeth. You whined loudly as he kept thrusting his pelvis against yours. The way he was doing it was specifically for your benefit, using your groans as cues on where you needed the friction the most. You were almost at the peak, but it wasn't enough.

You suddenly turned the tables and flipped him onto his back, straddling him. He gasped as you grabbed his coat, then teleported it away. Next went his shirt, and you stopped when you saw his hero uniform underneath.

"You weren't kidding about being one of them Spiders." You said as your hands smoothed over the silky smooth fabric.

"I'm not a liar." Miguel purred, his hands finding your hips and squeezing them as he pushed up with his hips.

"Unlike my brother. That's a good trait to have. I like it."

"I have other good traits."

"Really? Such as?"

"I've been told I have a mean tongue punch." He said with hooded eyes as he ran his tongue over his fangs. You blushed and grinned.

"Oh…" You were very intrigued. Miguel returned your grin, his large hands smoothing up and down your sides.

"Si, la Diosa Fortuna." He husked back in Spanish. You loved Spanish, and his voice was absolutely perfect for it. You found yourself grinding down hard, loving the size of him and how he held you against him.

Again, everything was turned upside down, with him hovering over you. You gasped as his hands came down, hooking his fingers into your pockets and yanking them down your legs. He threw them somewhere, you didn't really care where, and he growled when he found your bottom matched the top, too.

No underwear.

"Dios mio…" Miguel's eyes went red once he saw you bare. You squirmed, trying to close your legs and hide, but he was quick to place both palms flat on your thighs to keep them spread for him.

"Mierda… Tan Bonita…" He hummed and leaned down to have a closer look, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his breath met with your heated skin. You could hear him inhale and groan.

You tried to sit up, but he grabbed your wrists and pushed them above your head. He grinned and tsked at you as he gave you a slow grind. Another groan came bubbling forth from your throat and you suddenly felt him let go, leaving something warm and sticky on your wrists.

What the..?

You tried to bring your hands up to inspect them, but they were stuck to the concrete. You almost panicked, but Miguel soothed you by gently stroking your thighs. His face slowly dipped down to just under your breasts, placing gentle, feather light kisses to your cold feeling skin. You exhaled slowly, feeling his hands glide down your stomach and to your hips, placing kisses where his fingertips touched.

"I saw you the first day I got here." Miguel rasped as he licked your left hip and squeezed the right with his hand.

"You were busy with Remy, and a few others, playing Poker…" Miguel grinned and looked into your eyes.

"And the smug look on his face as he hit on the guy you were clearly enamored with…" He went on as he switched sides, kissing and licking at your right hip.

"It made me mad, that he didn't respect you enough to leave the guy alone… Even madder when the guy reciprocated his flirtatious advances…" By now he sounded angry, but his touches were still gentle and purposefully focused on your pleasure.

"Which is baffling to me, since you were letting your brother win the card game. I saw your hand. It was the highest the deck can hold, and he was bluffing with a pair of twos…" He whispered loud enough for you to hear as he hoisted one of your legs up and put some of his webbing on your ankle. He did the same to the other leg, then connected the two, before finally chuckling at his handiwork.

"And I absolutely loved how that flipped the petty switch on in you. Your body language changed just enough for me to notice that you weren't letting him steal your crush aaand the win from you." He smirked and ducked his head under the makeshift rope, so it and your feet were now behind his head, the backs of your knees draped over his shoulders. He sighed and kissed your thighs as his hands cupped your ass, giving it a hefty groping.

"You slammed those cards down, glared at him, then took his comical looking little sack of treasure. I enjoyed seeing the joy drain from his stupid purple and black eyes as the dude that you two were flirting with tried to switch back to you, only for you to throw the cards in his face and vanish. That was wild to see. You know your worth, and that's so fucking hot." Miguel spoke between wet sloppy kisses all over your thighs and hips. He seemed pleased with the small yelps and gasps that came from you.

"You make such pretty little noises… And I haven't even had a taste of your sweet nectar yet… Which, by the way, smells irresistible…" He purred out, face getting right close to your core.

"I want to hear you make a lot more noises for me…" Miguel hummed, right before he went in for a teasing lick.

You felt your breath catch as his tongue slipped along your wet hole. He made a deep groan as he pressed his face closer, shoving his tongue inside and wriggling it around. The action was so sudden, you bucked. He was prepared for that and he held you down firmly as he licked upwards and rubbed his nose into your clit.

"Ah, fuck! Miguel…" You kept trying to move your hands, frequently forgetting he had them bound.

He hummed and moved a hand down between your legs as he moved his tongue up to your clit, sucking it in between his lips while his fingers quickly replaced his tongue.

One finger slid in easy enough, but it was a large finger. He probed and prodded you, then slipped another inside to scissor them until he found that sweet spot that would make you arch and moan.

He felt so good!

"You taste so good…" He mumbled while slurping at your clit, fingers slowly stroking your gspot.

You whined and squirmed more, hands making fists, face scrunching up in ecstacy as you peered at him through half hooded eyes. His tongue swirled up and down, pushing in and lapping at your sensitive bud. Your knees shook, eyes rolling back as you arched even more for him.

Just a little bit more…

Miguel decided that now was a good time to pull away. You groaned in disappointment and thrashed a bit to let him know you were displeased with him suddenly stopping. At least he kept his thick fingers inside of you, but he refused to budge them. He looked you in the eye and grinned while he slowly licked his lips and fangs.

"I want more of you." He leaned in and husked into your ear. You felt a shiver ripple through you, right down to your throbbing cunt.

"Miguel… Please… Stop teasing me…" You softly begged him as you clenched around his fingers. He hummed and nodded, then proceeded to wriggle his torso between your legs, so your roped up feet would stay wrapped around his waist.

"What do you want from me, hermosa?" Miguel asked while he slowly undid his belt and pants. Your eyes carefully watched him while you subconsciously licked your lower lip.

"Show me the rest of that fucking suit of yours. Please?" Your voice was full of need as you struggled with your confines.

Truth be told, you could break out of them, if you wanted to, but the thought of being dominated like this was thrilling. Miguel was proving to be quite the asset, because he was exceptionally great with that mouth of his. He hadn't even poked you with his teeth, thank the Gods. You could even swear his tongue was longer than a normal person's should be.

Miguel smirked at you and he shucked his pants real quick with a kick behind him. That left him standing in that blue and red. Your eyes raked down his form once more, going wide when you saw the bulge between his impressive thighs.

"I take it you like what you see?" He purred as the suit slowly crumbled away into a fine holographic dust, leaving him naked, aside from his footwear. Every muscle, curve, and dip was on display, and you groaned as he reached down to cup your face. His other hand gripped his leaking cock, and he pressed it against your opening, sliding it up and down your slick folds.

"Yes…. Please?" You gave him a pleading look as you lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to slip inside.

Miguel's eyes narrowed, hand slowly going down your body to your dripping center. He pressed his thumb over your clit and began to push himself in bit by glorious bit. You sucked in a deep breath as the head of his cock sank deeper and deeper, and quickly exhaled as he pushed himself to sit fully inside of you. Your mouth was wide open, eyes nearly shut with tears leaking down your cheeks at how much he was stretching you.

"Mierda… So tight… So wet…" He hunched down to whisper in your ear as he patiently waited for you to adjust and give him the go ahead. You controlled your breathing, feeling him whisper his praises as he gently stroked your thighs.

"So good… Your pussy feels so good… Amazing… You can take it…" His voice was rough and low, almost gravelly as he nipped your neck just behind your ear. You whined, moaned, and gasped as he dragged his fangs along your skin. He felt you flutter around him and he drew back just enough to look into your eyes.

"Miguel, please… Please, fuck me…" You breathed out as you ground your pelvis into his. Miguel groaned, his hands going down to grab at your backside, pulling you up as he sat on his knees. It was a bit awkward with your hands still stuck to the roof, but it was worth it with how much deeper he seemed to fit.

"Si, si… Just hold on…" He replied and then started to thrust in a heavy rhythm. He was testing to see how you felt and you answered him with a groan and writhed as he went harder. You could hear how wet you wet for him.

"You like that, yeah? Being fucked like this?" Miguel growled as he increased the pace. You weren't able to reply as he slammed hard against that sweet spot. You could only moan loudly and you came. You convulsed as he chose to keep pushing against that spongy mass of nerves.

Miguel was quick to stimulate your clit once more as he went faster, drawing another orgasm from you too quickly. You shook, thrashing as you yelped. He adored the noises you made, how you whined for him as he hit that spot especially hard, or how you gasped and barely could breathe when he decided to push you tightly down against the concrete and drag himself especially slow, teasing you.

"Such a good girl… Can I come inside?" He groaned as he went in and nudged his nose against yours.

"Y-yes… Oh Gods… P-please… Please fill me…" You managed to reply between strangled breathes and drawn out moans. Miguel grunted and his lips crashed against yours as he hungrily kissed you and started to go even harder.

You felt him pulse and twitch the closer he got. You couldn't do much but wriggle in his grasp as he moved on to your neck sucking and licking your skin. His teeth dug in a bit more as his claws gripped your hips, both just barely breaking the skin.

"So good… Gonna fill you…. Fuck…" He mumbled feverishly as he worked his pelvis hard against yours, making sure to rub your clit as he pushed in all the way. His teeth sank into your flesh, claws digging in as his cock spurted a thick load and painted your walls. You felt how warm it was, the rush of his fluids as he kept coming, pumping more and more into you. It got to the point where you started to feel it leaking down your ass, pooling under you as he started to move once more.

"More… One more…" He mumbled and kissed you hard. You could taste your blood on his lips as he dove his tongue in and amped up the speed of his hips again. You groaned and started to yelp as he fucked you hard a fast.

"Your hands… Scratch me…" He was desperate to feel your hands on him again, so he reached up and slashed the webs, freeing your hands. You quickly brought them down to his shoulders and dug them in, causing him to hiss out a loud moan.

"Like that, harder…" His voice cracked as you did what he asked and dragged them down to his ass, leaving angry lines in your wake.

He shuddered and suddenly twisted your body, and you heard the sound of the webbing snap at your feet. He somehow got your left leg straddled with his, with your right being put over his shoulder, one of his arms holding it in place, all while keeping his throbbing cock inside of you. He panted hard as he pushed in, somehow getting it deeper with each thrust.

"Oh fuck, so deep, Miguel, fuck…" You panted as you watched his face, with him damn near snarling as he looked at you intensely.

"Gonna put more come in ya… Gonna… Gonna…" He started to trail off muttering in Spanish as his movements got sloppily. He brought a hand down to rub at you, his face turning to your leg, tongue licking a stripe from your ankle to your calf, his eyes never leaving yours. You dug your fingers in harder, pulling him in closer as the obscene squelching noises got louder along with your moans.

"This is the best pussy I've ever fucking had…" He managed to get out, before the Spanish came spilling forth in a jumbled mess. His face twisted into sheer ecstacy as he slammed into you hard and released another fat load into you.

This time you got to see his expression as he came. He was gorgeous and sexy as his brows furrowed, eyes shut with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was divine, with him chewing on half of his lip, one fang hanging over it. His nose was crinkled just a bit, and his cheeks were blushed out on his lovely cheekbones.

He looked like a marble Renaissance statue of a God.

You felt yourself let go again, coming hard along with him. He made a whimpering noise as you clamped around him, and he brought you both to rest on his back, you on his chest. You both stilled, only the sound your heavy breaths filling the night air.

"Wow, that was amazing…" Miguel murmured as he kissed the top of your head. You hummed and snuggled in a bit closer.

"It sure was. I suppose you're going to rub this in my brother's face when he gets back?" You asked. He chuckled and patted your ass.

"That depends "

"On what?"

"If he tries to hit on me again, I'm definitely gonna rub it in his face, along with the fact that I stole this from him, and he didn't even notice." He grinned as he dug into his jacket beside him and showed you a small gold pill box. Your eyes went wide and you gasped.

"Miguel! You didn't!?"

"Sure did. Took it while he was busy smooth talking that brunette with the white streak in her hair. She saw me take it from him, too, and she didn't tell him. Dunno why."

"Oh, her? That's Rogue. Remy has the hots for her, but she keeps turning him down. She can't touch anyone without sucking the life from them... That, and something about him being too sleazy for her or something."

"Oh man, if he doesn't wanna be called sleazy, maybe he should stop hitting on anything with a mouth. I guess I'm doing him a favor, then." He laughed. You rolled your eyes, but knew he was right.

"True. I think he won't ever stop being a horny menace, even if he manages to find a partner."

"Being a horny menace isn't so bad."

"Are you for real, right now?"

"Well I think being a horny menace is okay if it's with one person all the time." He said with a charming grin, those fangs making him look extra alluring.

"Miguel, what are you implying?"

"How about dinner, tonight? Before Remy gets back? I know this amazing little place that has the best Jerk spiced fried potato wedges, and fantastic Belinis."

"A date? That's what you want from me?" You asked, a little surprised he wanted to see you again.

"Yeah. I like you a lot, and you're fun."

"You know what? Sure. Your tongue punching game was very convincing."

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Note:

I wrote this while in an edible stupor over a few days. When not high, I was at work, escaping my duties by writing this trash and waiting for the floors and the laundry to dry. This was not proofread.

Also, I did not write the reader with the same Cajun accent that Remy has because:

1. That's too much work for a one shot.

2. I envisioned the reader to be biologically related through blood, and were separated young enough for her not to share the accent, but you can disregard this and do you.

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Distraction

+18 Smut

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is bored and you are the best distraction he could find in the moment.

Word Count: 2,7k

Warnings: Dirty talk, love bites, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, creampie.

A/N: This one is short. I haven't written og Stephen in a while and god I love writing him. He is definitely the best at dirty talk and being a teasing bastard. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.

Stephen was bored. Usually he could handle the endless meetings at the Avengers compound reasonably well, but he hadn't slept last night and had only been back from a mission two days ago. Furthermore, with due respect that Captain Rogers deserved, the calm and militarized way in which he spoke, exhaustively explaining every detail of things that Stephen already knew, was making him sleepy.

Stephen looked around at the huge conference table. Everyone was there, including you. Next to Stark as usual, typing whatever was on your laptop with a dexterity that always fascinated him.

He propped his chin on his hand, his eyes focused on you. It was certainly a more exciting distraction than Rogers and all his chatter.

Stephen and you met right there at the Compound when he started working with the Avengers on a few sporadic missions. You were Tony's new assistant, one of many who came to take Potts's place after she decided to retire from the position and stick to her duties as CEO of Stark Industries. However, they always gave up, but not you. You and Tony soon formed a friendship that went far beyond work and Stephen could only assume that was the only reason you stayed.

Anyway, Stephen would be eternally grateful to Stark for giving him, even indirectly, the opportunity to meet you. Of course he would never admit that.

He could say without a shadow of a doubt that the chemistry between you was instantaneous and after a few dates you engaged in a relationship that lasted two years. You lived with him in the Sanctum and you still worked as Stark's assistant and Stephen loved you. To be really honest about it, he was irrevocably in love with you and felt like the luckiest man in the world to wake up next to you every day.

You seemed to notice Stephen was staring at you because you glanced at him and smiled innocently.

Stephen smirked and moved his fingers quickly causing your computer screen to go white and a message to start writing itself.

I'M BORED

Stephen watched with amusement at the way you looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to what was written on your computer screen. You gave him a disapproving look and then grabbed your cell phone and typed a reply.

Stephen felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, he took it and read your reply.

FIFTEEN MORE MINUTES. BEHAVE YOURSELF.

Stephen's smirk turned into a grin and he moved his fingers again without bothering to try to be discreet.

MAKE ME.

Stephen watched your face turning slightly pink. You bit your bottom lip thinking of an answer.

STEPHEN STRANGE, WHAT DO I DO WITH YOU?

Stephen quickly moved his fingers to magically write a reply and when he did his eyes met Romanoff's who looked as bored as he was but managed to fake it better. She arched an eyebrow and glanced at you.

LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

He turned his attention to you who seemed speechless at his suggestion, but before you could respond, Stephen got up and left the room.

You were looking towards the door and feeling all the eyes in the room on you even though you knew no one was paying any attention to you. You scribbled a message on a piece of paper and passed it to Tony.

I'LL BE BACK IN A MOMENT.

Then you got up and left right behind Stephen.

Tony read the paper and faced you leaving and his eyes met Natasha's. He waved his hand at her and she shook her head with a shrug. The two turned their attention to the end of Rogers' explanation.

You looked around in the living room and Stephen was nowhere to be found. You walked quickly down the hall looking everywhere trying to figure out where he had gone, then the door to one of the rooms opened and Stephen grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside. He pinned you against the door, cupping your face in his trembling hands and pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

"Stephen... I'm working and so are you..." You said when he finally broke the kiss to breathe, but he cut you off by kissing you again, this time with more tongue and teeth. His hands went down your body, one grabbed your breast over the silk shirt you were wearing, the other continued down grabbing the hem of your skirt and lifting it so that he had access to what he really wanted.

Stephen loved seeing you in your skirts and shirts and heels. That made him even more crazy about you. So did your hair in a bun or ponytail as it was now leaving your long neck open to view and at the mercy of his lips.

"You call that work?" He breathed on your lips.

You moaned softly as his fingers touched your clit through your panties and his lips moved down to your neck.

"I'd rather do something more productive with my time."

You moaned softly as he pulled your panties to the side and thrusted his finger inside you.

"And seeing how wet you are, I'm forced to believe you agree with me."

You took your hand to the nape of his neck and cupped his face with your other hand while grinding your hips into his hand.

"This is inappropriate..." You whispered, however you pulled him to your lips again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth, moaning with the sensation of pleasure building between your legs as Stephen worked his long, agile fingers into you. . God, the things those fingers could do!

"I don't care." He said into your lips and lowered his mouth to your neck, biting, sucking on your skin until a purple mark formed and then moving on to the next spot.

You groaned surrendering to him "Fuck it! Just fuck me, Stephen."

Stephen let out a small giggle and pulled you onto his lap and you locked your legs around his waist. He carried you across the room and set you on the desk, his fingers moving impatiently and making the buttons on your shirt undo themselves. He pulled your bra down and licked your nipple, curling his tongue around the bud as he directed his hands to your skirt, lifting it impatiently and grabbing your waist with his other hand lifting you off the desk for a moment to hike up your skirt to your waist. He took off your panties and put them in his pocket.

Your hands were also quick to search for his belt, quickly unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants and reaching inside his briefs and finally grabbing his cock, releasing and stroking it up and down which brought a moan from his lips

"Fuck, I love the way you touch me, Y/n. These hands feel so good around my cock, squeezing me so tight..." He moaned louder, turning his lips back to yours "Have I told you how much I love you today, sweetheart?"

You moaned softly into his lips as he began to fuck you with his fingers. The sound of it echoing through the silent room.

"Hm, not yet, but I'm ready to hear it while you cum in my mouth."

Stephen chuckled, replacing your hand with his own. "Unfortunately we don't have time for this, sweetheart." He gave a couple of jerks and then spit into his hand running the saliva over the tip of his cock and fitting himself better between your legs. When he finally entered you, you both moaned loudly and your legs locked behind his back.

"We still have a few minutes" You replied pulling him to your lips and smothering your moans in his mouth as he thrusted into you so hard the desk started to creak.

"Yeah? Now you don't think it's inappropriate, hm? I bet you were bored too. You know, all I needed was you to give me some distraction." He bit your earlobe teasing you.

Your hands grabbed his hair pulling at it a bit harder than necessary. "Is that what I am to you, Doctor Strange? A distraction?"

He groaned increasing his pace. Stephen wasn't exactly a fan of quickies, he preferred to take his time with you, but under the circumstances all he could do was hurry up before anyone noticed you two were missing.

"You know you are everything to me, Y/n, including a good distraction." He responded with a cocky smile on his face. "So good... So. fucking. good." He punctuated each word with thrusts so hard they rocked the desk backwards. You had to support yourself with one of your arms and when you did, you dropped some objects on the floor that you didn't know what they were, but the noise of it shattering on the floor made you both stop for a second and then both of you started to giggle.

"Do you know whose room this is?" Stephen asked reaching a hand between you to touch your clit. He moved his fingers in circles, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. Very loud.

"Shhh, they'll hear us, sweetheart. I need you to be quiet."

But it was impossible to be quiet when he was fucking you so hard and so good. His huge cock hitting your sweet spot every time.

Stephen kissed you desperately, you two were so close. Your lips went down his neck and you sank your teeth into his skin to contain another moan as he increased the movement of his fingers on your clit, synchronizing them with his thrusts that got faster and roughier.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm gonna cum. Be a good girl and cum with me."

You cupped his face kissing him passionately "Make me." You teased repeating the words he had said to you minutes before.

Stephen bit your bottom lip and brought his hand to your throat, choking you, and literally started to pound against you. The skin hitting against skin sound plus your moans and grunts were so obscene. You two had no idea how loud you were being.

"Stephen... fuck I'm gonna c..." He interrupted you by sticking his tongue in your mouth, kissing you and moaning obscenely into your lips as he came inside you and you came with him exactly as he demanded.

"Fuck... you're squeezing me so tight..." He praised you, but you didn't have time to think on a reply or anything else because Clocky came flying and enveloping you both and an instant later the door opened and Tony stared at you both with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"Please tell me you two are not doing what I think you are doing... on my desk."

Stephen didn't even turn to look at Tony before replying "Not anymore."

Tony groaned irritably "I liked that desk." He said leaving and slamming the door. "I'm working with a bunch of perverted teenagers..." You heard him say as his voice faded down the hall.

Stephen made sure to lock the door with a flick of his fingers this time and Cloaky flew away landing in a corner of the room.

Stephen rested his forehead on yours and you both started to laugh.

"I said this was inappropriate." You complained.

"And I said I didn't care." He responded, pulling out and conjuring a cloth to clean the two of you up.

"It's not you who will end up getting fired." You shot back coming down from the desk and pulling down your skirt. Stephen was buckling his belt and gave a dry chuckle. "Stark likes you too much to fire you for any reason, sweetheart."

You buttoned up your shirt quickly and then casted an accusing look at Cloaky "He was here the whole time? Watching us!"

Stephen gave a small laugh and came towards you, gently tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. "He?"

"I imagine it as he. You don't?"

Stephen tilted his head thinking "I never thought about it." He ran his thumb around your lips, wiping away the excess of lipstick. "Anyway, I think we have to thank it for not letting us traumatize Stark even further."

You giggled locking your arms around his neck "I love you, Stephen Strange." He grins "And I love you, sweetheart. More than anything."

He kissed you softly and you used your shirt sleeve to wipe his lipstick stained lips.

"Thank you" He thanked giving your lips a little peck.

"I think it would be even more embarrassing if you walked out of this room with your lips full of lipstick."

"You're assuming I'm walking out of this room. The meeting is over. I'm going home."

You shoot him an angry look. "My shift isn't over for two hours and if that means I have to walk out that door, you're definitely going to come along with me. I don't need to remind you that it was your bad idea, right?"

Stephen giggled "Didn't seem so bad five minutes ago, did it?"

You bit your bottom lip "Don't be cocky." You said slapping him on the shoulder and grimacing. "We have to go."

Stephen used his magic to put all the objects back in place and restore the glass on the picture frames you dropped on the floor. Cloaky flew up to him and latched on to his shoulders and you were both grateful that there was no one in the hall when you left, but the gratitude soon faded when you reached the living room and were greeted by giggles and whistles. Of course Tony had told everyone what he had seen.

"That's it, Doctor. Life is short." Wilson teased to which Stephen retorted "If you keep teasing me yours will be."

Sam laughed even harder.

"The thing is, out of so many places, you guys had to do your magic right in my office room?" Tony asked, but you could see in his face that he wasn't mad. Not really.

Thor laughed loudly and you felt your face turning red.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's leave them alone." Nat said smirking at you. "You missed the end of Rogers' explanation. He is upset."

Steve raised both hands "It's okay, I... understand."

"Really? I thought the only thing you still did in bed was sleep." Tony teased.

"I know a girl who can answer that question for you, Tony." Steve answered.

"Leave me out of this!" Sharon defended herself and you couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. That was your family, your friends and you loved them even if they were a bunch of idiots at times.

"Okay, the show it's over. I really need to go now, sweetheart" Stephen said squeezing your hand and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"See you at home." You said watching as he opened a portal and walked through it.

"See you guys." He closed the portal leaving only sparks behind.

"Okay, now you're going to have to tell us: is the magic man really that magical?" Natasha asked teasing you and everyone laughed again.

You felt your face getting hot, but smirked "He is. He's very magical."

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waywardcrow · 4 months

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Timeless.

Chapter IV.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier and as the Winter Soldier in general, flashbacks and dreams in italics like this, lots of feels, reader's being a little anxious, some stalking lol, a brief sex scene (p in v), very bad written smut, implied domestic violence (not from Bucky), murder mentioned, past lives, past 40'sreader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <;<<

You were fired, that wasn’t a surprise.

Mia Alexander didn’t sue you for every penny you had, that was shocking.

But getting a call from Pepper Potts herself, that was the real main event of your whole life.

She asked you to go and pay her a visit at her office in the Avengers tower, like if that didn’t send you in a spiral of bliss and terror, what will you wear? What could a woman like her want to talk with someone like you? Even if Sergeant Barnes –Bucky, you reminded yourself- told her what had happened in the gala, she might be mad at you.

Your head begun to think in the possibilities all the way there, considering that this was the reason why Mia didn’t sued you, maybe Pepper Potts would do it.

When you finally arrived to the tower your stomach was in knots, not even your lucky outfit made you feel better but like every other day in your life you sucked it up and walked to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m here to see Miss Potts?” you said, making it sound more like a question and the receptionist stared at your vintage midi skirt and blouse like he understood your hesitation. You offered him a smile before telling him your name so he looked for it in the screen in front of him and gave you a visitant pass.

“Third floor, follow the hall, last door in your right” he said and then went back to his screen.

“Oh, ok, thanks” your neck was hot with embarrassment when you reached the elevators and just became more evident when you got in and someone else did too.

“Good morning, third floor too?” Scott Lang, THE Scott Lang, asked you and you could only nod like an idiot. He did a double take on your face and smiled “hey, I know you; you are the girl who throws champagne at evil bosses.”

You were turning purple, it was a sure thing.

“What?” it was all you said.

“Yeah, the other night you did an incredible stunt, Sam told us everything” so Captain America knew too, great. Scott must saw something in your expression because his changed “is ok, seriously, when we hear what she did no one blamed you for it, I was sure Hope was about to kick her ass and don’t let me start with Yelena” your head was spinning “I think it was brave and more subtle than ruining your boss company and driving a car to his pool”

That earned a strangled laugh from you.

“Are you going to see Miss Potts too, Mr. Lang?” you asked when the elevator doors opened again and you walked with him.

“Actually I’m going to see Maria Hill but I’ll see you later” he smiled at you with such honesty that you relaxed for the first time in all day, making your way to your destiny you noticed the front desk for Miss Potts assistant was empty and you were just on time which was as good as being late.

Without not knowing what to do, you knocked at her door.

“Come in”.

Taking a deep breath, you did it squaring your shoulders and trying to tell yourself everything would be fine.

“Good morning, Miss Potts, I hope is ok I called, there was no one and-“

“It’s completely fine” she said gesturing for you to sit in front of her and went to address your formally even if contradicted her next words “Please call me Pepper, everyone does.

There was something about her, a professionalism that was inspiring but also made her approachable and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Only if you call me by my first name too”

“It’s what you like to be called? Because Sam told me about your friend calling you Ace when he went with Sergeant Barnes to the hospital, I think it fits you” at her words it was impossible not to blush again; first of all because of the mention of Bucky, the recurrent thought of your head the last days and then because of the nickname Harper gave you.

“I mean, yeah, my friends call me that” it was an exaggeration, you only had one friend.

“Maybe we should stick to it, between me and you Pepper is not even my name but I think is perfect for me” there was something like nostalgia in her eyes but she didn’t let you think too much about it “and I like that my employees feel comfortable when we talk.”

“Excuse me, what?” it was really embarrassing how you couldn’t form a decent sentence in front of her.

“I would like you to be my assistant, Ace” she said and then your life really changed.

Bucky still could tasted you, the other you, the one who reincarnated and was born in a rich Italian family in 1950, the one that somehow found him when he was The Winter Soldier.

He wasn’t supposed to fuck you in your fiancée’s car, well ex fiancée, you couldn’t marry a dead asshole. His mind couldn’t know why he needed you that bad but his body did, Bucky was sure it was the conditioning what made him be such a caveman with you but the truth was, you were his mirror back then.

You wanted him since Lucas bragged about his connections to Hydra and how they lend him their best asset to protect the arsenal his father’s company will provided for them. Your whole attention was in the silent assassin who looked at you like you were everything he could ever want.

Lucas wasn’t great with you, his little bird, that’s why he snapped his neck and took you away, sometimes his nightmares will let him breath and remember you surrounding him, riding his cock, high in pleasure, telling him that you loved him before you both were found and he was dragged back to Hell.

As a small blessing, he didn’t remembered that while dreaming, Bucky was too lost on you, in the salty taste of your skin against his tongue when he traced the valley of your naked breasts with it.

“Give me one more, little bird” he ordered, thrusting in and out of you with an incredible skill considering the small space “drench my cock again.”

His english was perfect with you, no sign of hesitation, not remembering he wasn’t supposed to speak it so naturally when it wasn’t necessary; the Brooklyn accent showing up without effort.

“I- I can’t” you sobbed, drunk on him, your body asking for more.

“You will” his metal hand let go your neck to play with your clit, the cold metal sending you to your climax once again, taking him with you.

The softness of your skin against his was the last thing he remembered before waking up.

Harper called you when you got back home and screamed when you tell her the news; she made a joke about coming to work with you so she could see Sam Wilson every day, making you feel better. Since you convinced your parents go and have the retirement they deserved, Harper was the only one you had and she was more than what you deserved but sometimes you wished for more, for someone to go home to.

Like a fool, your mind went to Sergeant Barnes; you needed to thank him for what he did for you.

If not for him, you would have be ruined but how could someone put that in a thank you card?

Maybe you could bake something for him.

Bucky likes apple pie.

The thought came out of nowhere with an intense hint of pain between your eyebrows, what was that?

Maybe a nap would help, your new job waited for you and this was the chance you dreamed of, ruining it wasn’t an option.

When Bucky went to check on you that night, you were already sleeping in your couch, making very difficult for him to let you there. Of course he could break in and carry you to your room without waking you up but it would make you feel unsafe.

It was hard for him to go back to a civilian life, or the closest he could have, his actions needed to be careful, especially around you. It was also torture he remembered almost everything and you nothing at all, that he couldn’t tell you about that night on your porch in 1943 or your breakfast with him, Steve and the Howlies when your unit was sent to Europe and destiny brought you both together again, he couldn't tell you about that time in Italy.

Bucky wanted you to know everything but you will never believe him, in the best case you'd believe it was a joke or a proof of him losing his mind but you could also believe him dangerous –which he was- and get away from him where Bucky would not be able protect you.

Sited there in your fire escape, he started to memorize every part of you he could see through the darkness, if that was all he could have from you, he would make it be enough.

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Hello lovelies! Sorry for bringing this short chapter, I tried to start going through their past lives but witout giving so much details so this don't gets very confusing, if it still is please tell me so I can work on it, what de you think? I'll love to read about it in the comments!

Love, Lily.

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messrmoonyy · 2 years

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Can I ask for Steven x Avenger reader? I have the idea in my head but I cant write so if you could that would be so awesome. so reader is an ex avenger and has the ability to read minds and maybe Marc and Steven are arguing over taking about readers past and reader reads their thoughts so she can hear them both at the same time? bonus if you could add some smut in too? sorry this is long and only write if you’re comfortable with it. Thank you anyway

Late night talking

Afab reader x Steven Grant / afab reader x Marc Spector ( background )

Not my gif

A/N- I LOVE ME A SUPER SPECIFIC REQUEST. Layla is mentioned but layla and Marc were never married, she’s readers friend. Oh also my first full reader insert one shot and not Drabble ever so that’s fun. Also my first time writing smut in YEARS. Go easy on me.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, afab reader, vague mentions of reader having trauma but nothing specific, DID as shown via the show moonknight and not medically accurate, smut- unprotected p in v , oral ( f receiving ). Think that’s all.

Word count: 4.9k

Masterlist- requests open!

Reblogs and comment greatly appreciated <3

When you woke up it was raining outside. The window open, a bit of a breeze coming through and the sounds of the evening traffic going by outside. Someone nearby was playing music, just far enough away that you could catch the beat but not quite guess the song. Music was playing somewhere in the flat too, and you could hear the sound of pages flicking in a book.

You opened your eyes and stretched, rolling your neck to ease the stiffness that had settled from your slightly odd position. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep for so long, just a quick nap you’d said before dropping off. But the night before you had been up until dawn, studying a long list of stolen artefacts from a dig site.

The boys no longer had Khonshu leering over their shoulders constantly and you no longer had obligations to the Avengers. But after a few months of long awaited normality. You’d actually gotten a little bored. And Layla had convinced you to dabble in the art of vigilante work again.

During the blip when what was left of the avengers had scattered, you’d teamed up with Layla and helped her recover stolen artefacts. Return them to their rightful owners out of the hands of people who wished to sell them on, ruining her fathers work as they did. It was how you’d met Marc. Both hunting for the scarab.

So when she’d asked you to assist her again after all the mess with Harrow…. Who were you to turn her down? You had nothing better to do really… and you were doing a good deed. In a round about way.

A glance at the alarm clock by the bed told you it was 8:57pm. You sighed knowing you’d be up all night again now, but at least you’d had some rest. You pushed yourself up and rubbed at your eyes, spotting what you automatically knew was Steven at his desk. The glasses perched on his nose and the way he was looking down at his book, you’d know it was Steven a mile off.

Marc hadn’t fronted for a couple days, in a sulk because he had wanted to go straight to Egypt again but Layla and Steven had agreed it wasn’t a great idea yet. Apparently the relics that had been stolen had a whole number of rumours surrounding them, curses and spells that shouldn’t be taken likely. Going in blind would only end badly.

Marc thought it was all bullshit, a way to scare away any wannabe thief. You and Steven knew better and decided to do some research first.

Steven hadn’t noticed you were awake yet, nose too deep in his book as he hummed along to the song playing. The room was dimly lit, the light from the fish tank, a string of fairy lights above the bed and Stevens desk lamp the only light in the room.

You slipped out of bed and over to the desk, stretching your arms out as you went. You only had a pair of pyjama shorts and one of Marcs shirts on and the chill from the window made goosebumps rise on your legs. Steven looked up as you reached the desk, slipping around the side to where he was sat. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek

“ hi “ you said softly, smiling at how cute he looked in his glasses.

“ You Alright love? “ he said with a warm smile and put his book down, pulling off his glasses. He pushed his chair back slightly already anticipating you wanting to climb into his lap. Which you did, slipping around his chair and sitting sideways on, looping your arms around his neck “ sleep well yeah? “

“ yeah. Probably going to be another all nighter though, you should have woken me up “ you said with a sigh and reached to brush some of his curls from his forehead.

“ you needed some sleep. Thought it was best to leave you be “ you smiled warmly and pressed a kiss to his nose in thanks.

“ what’re you reading? “ you asked with a nod towards the open book on his desk.

“ ugh traditional tomb curses “

“ cheery stuff “ you said with a tilt of your head, looking over at the book, picking it up with your free hand.

“ Egyptian afterlife stuff is easy but Layla thinks this group had some like mad idea about the afterlife bigger than the standard beliefs. They really wanted to protect their things but they also had these proper crazy ideas about magic, and would curse their tombs and the items inside of it. Like twice as much as what the standard practices were. Thought we should know about them before we go lookin for this stuff, but there’s not much Information beyond the standard practices in here. Maybe Layla will know more. Well. Hope she does. Don’t wanna get cursed now do we? “ he said with a little laugh as he held the other side of the book.

“ she knows just about everything there is to know about tombs. I’m sure she’ll have more information for us “ you said and turned the page “ I’ll book our flights tomorrow “ You noticed him glance towards the picture frame on the desk, a picture of you, his reflection a little visable “ Marc talking? “ you asked.

“ yeah “

“ what’s he saying? “ you asked softly moving your face closer to his as if you could see Marc in the frame too. Which of course you couldn’t, though sometimes you wished you could “ being miserable still? “ you teased, making Steven chuckle. He shrugged.

“ he thinks we’re being stupid and over cautious. He still thinks we should’ve gone out there already “ you placed the book back on the desk and sighed.

“ Marc you might wanna remember you don’t have a powerful healing suit anymore. And even if your did I don’t think it’d work on curses. Research is needed not head first charging into a possible waiting curse “ Stevens eyes remained trained on the frame, obviously listening to what Marc was saying “ go on what’s he saying now? “

“ I’m not repeating that “ Steven said to the picture frame and you rolled your eyes.

“ stop sulking “ you said towards the frame before turning to Steven again “ hes just jealous because we’re smarter and don’t wanna get a fucking curse “

“ right. And so much for us not having protection, you don’t either. You have your little magic thing but… won’t stop you getting cursed. Will it? “ he said quietly.

“ no. It won’t. And it’s not magic “ you said with a smile. He nodded and seemed to be deliberating on saying something else, the familiar look on his face as the cogs turned in his head.

“ talking of your powers…. actually was. Well. Was looking into things about- about your powers and. Is that okay I mean- “ he said suddenly, taking you slightly off guard. You didn’t really talk about it much. After all you’d known Marc first, he had been the one you had told. You just assumed he had told Steven all there was to know.

“ what did you find? “ you asked quietly and looked at him hesitantly. Steven definitely knew the majority of what you had been through, knew how and where your powers came from. Marc, he knew it in all its gritty and gruesome details. But you were always scared to tell Steven everything. You wondered what Marc had told him exactly. Maybe not a lot seeing he’d gotten curious and gone searching himself.

“ well I- Marc had some of your files. The coded ones. And after what Harrow had said back in Egypt. I was just curious I’m sorry “ Harrow had taken great pride in telling Steven that you were not to be trusted. That you were dangerous. You were a little hurt that Steven had gone snooping rather than just asking you. But you couldn’t be mad. You couldn’t blame him for his curiosity.

“ it’s okay “ you said softly. His arm that was around your waist tightened a little, his fingers fidgeting nervously.

“ what they did to you- “

“ Steven.. “

“ y/n. What they made you do I- “ he sighed and glanced at the picture frame again “ do you have… are those memories still in there? Is that why you have nightmares sometimes? “ you hadn’t spoken about your time in Hydra for a very long time. And now see Steven looking so hurt to even think about it? It made your heart ache. You were holding back tears at the look of pure sadness and despair on his face. You nodded slightly.

“ yeah. It’s still in there. That’s my nightmares “ his hand rose up to touch your temple gently.

“ wish I could take it all out “ his fingers drummed lightly against your skin and you closed your eyes for a moment, opening them to see Stevens eyes fixed on you “ just pluck it all out. Throw it away “ he dropped your eye contact for a moment and you knew Marc was talking to him. You hoped he wasn’t mad at Steven for asking. Talking was good he’d been the one to tell you that.

“ you okay? What’s he saying to you? “

“ wants to front “ he mumbled, seemingly fighting to keep him back and out of the metaphorical driving seat. They didn’t fight each off much anymore, quite happy and seamless in their switching. But sometimes, like in that moment, the other didn’t want to let the other out “ he said I shouldn’t be prying “

Stevens brow furrowed and he threw an annoyed look at the picture frame again, clearly Marc wasn’t giving up. You sighed, knowing Marc would just overwhelm Steven if he didn’t give over.

“ let me read? “ you asked quietly, your finger tips slipping into his hair. You never read minds without consent, especially theirs. Steven gave a small nod and you closed your eyes, both hands slipping into his hair to cradle his head. You always got a clearer read on them when you had contact with them. You took a deep breath, your fingertips ready to caress his brain and sort through the chaos inside.

It always took a moment to sort out where Marc began and Steven ended, even more so if Jake decided he wanted to be close to the front- Which was very rare-but once you did it was easy and clear. “ don’t go shy on me now Marc “ you mumbled, tilting your head as if to concentrate more and prod at the correct part of their brain.

He shouldn’t be meddling Marc’s voice flowed over your fingers and into your own mind like warm water.

“ I’m not. I was only asking “ Steven protested, a pout evident in his voice.

“ he’s allowed to be curious. He’s allowed to know. I love you. Both of you… we don’t keep secrets “

You don’t need your trauma digging back up again

“ that’s not your decision to make Marc “ sternness filtered into your words.

He shouldn’t be reading the files. He should’ve asked you if he’s so desperate to know you partially agreed on that but you didn’t want to make Steven feel bad for being curious.

“ maybe you shouldn’t have kept them “

“ I deserve to know to “ Steven spoke up again, his hold on your waist getting a little tighter. Possessive almost “ she’s my girlfriend too “

“ Steven. Calm down “ you sighed.

Fine. But if you scare him? It’s on you y/n your eyes flew open at that, fingers slipping from his hair as you disconnected from their mind.

“ y/n “ Steven grabbed your hands gently as you pulled away. You were always terrified of scaring him, always worried that your dark past would have him running from you. Marc accepted it. His own past was just as murky maybe even more so. But Steven? Marc had let him live a warm and sheltered life. He didn’t know hardships and death and despair. You were always worried one day he’d discover something that meant he’d never look at you the same way again.

“ Steven. I don’t want you to be afraid of me “ you almost whispered, those tears brimming in your eyes again.

“ what? Love, I’d never be afraid of you” he took your hand in his and pressed his lips to your fingertips “ I love you. Powers and past and everythin I- I love you so much. Exactly as you are “ your fingers brushed over his jaw with the hand he wasn’t holding, his eyes locking into yours with so much love and admiration it made your heart ache.

He knew what had happened to you. The things you had done. And yet he still looked at you like that? He had far too much goodness in his heart. Those eyes looked at you as if you were a goddess before him, some perfect being made just for him.

It was different to the way Marc looked at you, similar but somehow different. Marc adored you, loved you with all he had. He just didnt know how to show it as well. Steven practically worshipped the ground you walked on, and was more than happy to show the world that too “ I just want to understand you. You help me when I.. freak out. I wanna be able to help you, yeah? “

You closed your eyes and sighed a little but nodded.

“ I know. I’m sorry “ you cupped his face in your hands “ I love you too. For the record “

“ love you more “ you smiled and shrugged, taking the chance to change the subject. There had been enough discussion of your past for one night.

“ yeah? Prove it “ Stevens eyes flitted over to the picture frame again and you reached over, placing it face down “ don’t listen to him right now. Let him sulk “ Steven nodded and laced his fingers with yours “ focus on me “ the atmosphere had shifted slightly, his cheeks already flushing pink.

“ right yeah. Right “ you smiled at how awkward he still was. With Marc you were constantly fighting him for who was in control of the situation, often losing to him simply because you let him. It was different with Steven. Even now. Even after over a year since you had first met him.

“ or do you wanna. Wanna tell me more about the.. the curses? “ you asked softly, faltering slightly at the way his eyes were watching you now. He was like a lovesick puppy. You knew his answer already. But had to ask.

“ no. Wanna kiss you actually “ a smile pulled at your lips and you nodded slightly, cupping his cheek with your hand and leaning in. He always kissed so gently, like you were delicate and easily broken. It was a strong contrast to Marc. They were both so different. It was what you loved about them. How they showed their love in different ways.

Stevens hand pulled lightly at your hips, pulling you closer but still too nervous to really do anything. You took the hint and shuffled slightly so that you straddled him in his chair. His hands fell onto your hips, kneading gently, your fingers slipping up and lacing into his curls.

You rocked your hips lightly against him, testing the waters on whether or not he actually wanted to do anything other than make out. The way his own hips chased after yours gave the answer you wanted. You could feel him growing hard beneath you and he moaned into your mouth at the friction you were causing. You ground your hips down harder, seeing what sounds you could pull from him.

As usual he soon got more comfortable and his fingers slid under your- well. Marcs- shirt. His lips found your neck, gentle wet kisses to your skin but never ever marking you. That was Marcs job. Steven refused to lay a marking finger on you, Marc liked to litter your body in bites and bruises shaped like his fingers.

“ Steven “ you breathed out as his hands made their way up your back, bunching the shirt up as they went.

“ can I take- y/n- “ his fragmented question came with a light tug to the shirt.

“ yes. Yes please “ it was over your head quickly and he took a moment to marvel at your bare chest. Gazing at you as if you were a piece of art plucked right out of the museum.

“ Steven “

“ bloody perfect you are “ he almost whispered “ absolutely bloody perfect “ he leant forward, pressing more kisses across your throat and down your chest, his hands cupping your breasts gently. Always so scared of hurting. You tilted your head back, hair falling from your face as he took a nipple into his mouth.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, taking note of every sound you made, worshipping every part of you. You ground your hips down on him again, his suckling halting briefly at the feeling, a stuttering breath leaving him. You were certain you’d already soaked through your panties. Maybe even your shorts. He always wound you up ridiculously fast. You wondered if he could feel it.

“ would you piss off for just a bit? “ Steven suddenly grumbled and you looked back to him, confusion on your features.

“ Marc? “ you questioned, fingers raking through his curls as he looked up at you. He hummed an answer, turning to kiss you softly “ he’s listening? Talking to you? “ he nodded “ don’t listen. Focus on me. Okay? “ he nodded again and you trailed your hands down his chest and had his shirt over his head in seconds “ you’re so pretty “ you said softly, knowing it always made him melt. Marc hated it, you said it when you wanted to piss him off and have his way with you. But Steven loved it, had him eating out the palm of your hand.

He keened at the word, a breathy whimper leaving him. He closed his eyes as you held his head and brought him up to kiss you again “ so pretty “ you whispered between kisses, one hand tugging at his curls and the other trailing down his bare chest.

“ y/n “ he almost whined, rutting up against you as your fingers trailed along the waist band of his sweatpants. His fingers ghosted over your shorts, a testing press that made you gasp “ so wet “ he said mostly to himself. That confirmed your earlier query of soaking through the thin material of your shorts. He kissed you again and was tugging at your shorts with more confidence a second later. You helped him wiggle them down your legs, taking your panties with them, before placing yourself back on his lap.

His lips were back on you instantly, nudging his leg up against your now bare cunt as you rocked against him. You were definitely leaving a mark on his sweatpants, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

His thoughts were loud, you weren’t even trying to read him but with your hand on his neck it was impossible not to. Maybe it was because Marc was clearly still trying to push his way to the front, maybe it was because of how intimate the entire evening had been. You didn’t know. But there was no ignoring Marc’s voice as it flowed over you.

Sit her on the desk. Go on you didn’t know whether to laugh or whine. Marc was talking him through it. You wondered how long he’d been guiding him. And if he’d done it before. Steven still seemed hesitant as his hands slid around to hold hips again she’ll like it trust me he didn’t move straight away. Only deepened your kisses, letting you slip your tongue into the warmth of his mouth. You were certain you were soaking his sweatpants now and yet he still seemed too nervous to do anything. Even with Marcs prompts mate you need to touch her. You were going to get yourself off on his thigh if he kept up what he was doing.

It wasn’t like you’d never slept with him before. Gods there had been countless times. But he was always the same. Always nervous. Always gentle and scared. You didn’t know why. It was always in bed too. Marc took you wherever he felt like, any flat surface was good enough for you two. So this was new for Steven. Not that you were complaining.

“ Steven “ you said breathlessly, pulling away and holding his face in your hands “ need you. Need you right now “ that breathy whimper left his lips again and it seemed to urge him forward. He reached behind you and moved the book he’d been reading, with far too much care but you’d expect nothing less from him, before hoisting you up. Clearly taking Marcs idea. You shivered slightly, the cool wood of the desk a stark contrast to the warmth of his lap.

His lips were on you again, but only briefly.

“ can I taste you? “ he asked, eyes wide and practically pleading. You almost moaned just at the idea, nodding perhaps a little too enthusiastically at his request.

“ yes. Yes Steven please “ He pressed another kiss to your lips before dropping onto his knees, never letting his hands leave you. He pulled you to the edge of the desk and carefully pushed your legs apart.

His eyes didn’t leave you once as he pressed soft, wet kisses to your thighs. You clenched around nothing just at the sight. This man would be the death of you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he drew closer, his own hot breath fanning over you and making you shiver again. His fingers carefully spread you apart, His nose brushing against your clit. Your head fell back with a soft whine.

“ Steven “ he was still watching you intently as he licked a slow stripe between your folds, eliciting the most beautiful sounds from your mouth.

“ so good “ he mumbled against you, confidence seemingly drowning him as he began to devour you as if you were his final meal. He’d always been good at eating you out, it was always his favourite thing. To please you. He’d quite happily give you orgasm after orgasm without even bothering about himself. He’d go at it for hours, making you come over and over until you physically couldn’t take it anymore.

“ fuck- Steven- “ you gasped, hands sliding into his hair and tugging on his curls. He looked beautiful like that, giving you every ounce of his devotion, wide eyes still trained on your face “ pretty “ you breathed “ so pretty for me “ he had you on the edge unbelievably fast, even Marc couldn’t bring you so close so fast. And he’d known you far longer. Steven truly was a god when it came to pussy eating. You were certain.

“ taste so good “ he mumbled, eyes still trained on you “ so fuckin good “

When he slowly slid a finger into you you moaned so loud they probably heard you two floors down, even more so when a second quickly followed. His mouth was still preoccupied with your clit, and the mix of his tongue and his thick fingers curling up inside of you was too much. You could never get anything going with your own fingers, but his were magic you were sure “ Steven So. Close “ you whined.

He curled his fingers again, hitting the perfect spot that was your undoing and barely a minute later you were coming. Hard. You clenched your thighs around his head, moans loudly falling from your throat before you could bother to care about the open window. Steven continued to lap at you gently, helping to ride you though it and make sure every single second lasted as long as possible.

As usual he didn’t stop until you pushed at his head gently, too over stimulated for any more. He leant his head against your thigh as you came down, catching your breath. You looked down at him, chin glistening and a dopey lovesick expression on his face.

“ okay love? “ you gave a small laugh and nodded. You ran a hand over his hair and then nudged your fingers under his chin, urging him to stand again. He stood up from the floor and kissed you, making you moan into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his lips.

You felt him grind his crotch against your leg with a whimper, his surely painful erection clearly apparent.

“ it’s hurts? “ you asked, pulling away slightly and he whimpered, a small nod of the head following “ I got you babe it’s okay “ you pushed at his sweatpants, freeing his cock and taking it in your hand. The tip was swollen and red, leaking precum over your hand, you stroked him slowly watching his shoulders slacken slightly at the small relief in the pressure.

“ y/n. Y/n please “ he whispered, eyes scrunched close.

“ do you want my mouth? “ you asked as you placed kisses to his neck, nipping playfully at the exposed skin.

“ need to be inside you. Please “ you smiled at how polite he was, even then.

“ okay baby okay “ You said and nodded, spreading your legs a little further and lining him up at your soaked entrance. His hands fell to your hips, fingertips pressing into your flesh “ look at me “ you locked eyes with him as he pushed in, eyes fluttering closed briefly at the stretch but opening again as you inhaled deeply. He pushed in until you were filled to the brim, moaning into your ear in a way you were certain would make you come again in an instant. His body flush against yours and holding it for a moment.

“ okay? “

“ yes. Yes. So good baby I promise “ you whispered, your hand gripping at the curls in the nape of his neck.

And then he was moving. A gentle pace but so bruisingly deep you knew you’d be aching in a few hours time. His lips covered your skin, his hands roaming as if he wanted to touch every single part of you.

You rolled your hips to meet him, one of his hands gripping tightly at your hip and breathy whimpers leaving his mouth. With your hand on his neck you could hear Marc talking again, but you were too engrossed in Steven to listen to him. But his slight increase in speed gave you an idea of what he had said. It was still an agonising pace though, each long deep thrust hitting that spot just right “ fuck Steven “ You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him as close and deep as possible

“ so good. So good for me love. So good” he rambled into your ear, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. He was so gentle compared to Marc. One of his hands grabbed at yours, linking your fingers together, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles “ look at you. Look so beautiful “ you almost wanted to laugh. He was calling you beautiful when he was stood right there looking like that? His curly hair a mess, parted lips all kiss swollen and pink. That was beauty. From the way he looked to the sounds he was making.

His moans went straight to your core, they were your favourite sound on earth. He had been embarrassed at first, but you’d made sure he knew just how much you loved him being vocal. Loved every single sound you could pull from him, every whimper and whine, every moan and stuttered breath. Nothing gave you more pleasure than knowing you making him sound like that. No one else. You.

“ can we- can. Want you to ride me “ he stuttered, cheeks flushing even warmer if that were even possible. You nodded and pressed another bruising kiss to his lips.

He stopped briefly, picking you up and sitting back down in his chair. He always did love watching you ride him.

You held his shoulders, rising almost completely off of him before dropping back down. He seemed mesmerised as he watched you get into a steady pace, rolling your hips against him.

“ so fuckin good look at you “ His hands found your breasts again, squeezing and pinching your nipples before smothering them in kisses “ so beautiful so perfect “ Marc was an ass man, but Steven? He’d have his face between your tits all day if he could. You guessed that was why he loved you on top so much.

“ fuck you’re so good “ you whined, angling your hips so that his cock was so deep inside you it made you see stars. You almost wanted to cry at the feeling of complete and utter pleasure rippling through you.

A familiar pressure was building, tightening inside of you, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Thankfully he seemed to be same.

He was still sucking at your nipple but his hands were back on your hips, holding you as he began thrusting up into you.

“ so close Steven. Please make me come please “ you whined and pulled his head up, pressing your forehead to his as his thrusts grew sloppy. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing slow circles, revelling in the way your lips parted in pleasure.

“ want you to come for me. Come on love you can do it. Come for me, let me see how pretty you look when you come” that was enough for that pressure to explode, your orgasm crashing into you. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder as he kept thrusting, drawing it out as long as possible, your eyes screwed shut as you cried out his name. Neighbours be dammed.

He slowed down to a deeper and agonisingly slow pace when you opened your eyes again, his hands running up and down your back.

“ almost there. Can you keep going for me love? “ you nodded and brushed your nose against his, closing your eyes as your sensitive walls clenched around him “ knew you could. So good for me “ his pace picked up again and you looped your arms around his neck, as his cock thrust into your sensitive cunt a few more times “ y/n- need to. Can I- inside? “ his broken question was punctuated by breathy moans, his brow furrowing.

“ yes. Come inside me baby I know you need to” two more thrusts and he was gone holding your hips tightly to keep himself as deep as possible. His orgasm wracking his body and shooting hot ropes of come over your walls.

His head dropped to your shoulder as his grip on tou loosened, breathing heavily as he came down. Shaking slightly. You wrapped your arms around him, a hand slipping into his hair. You pressed a kiss to his temple and smiled.

“ you okay? “ you asked softly, running your fingers through his curls and pressing more kisses to his head. He didn’t answer for a moment, just held you.

“ bloody perfect “ he said with a goofy smile, lifting his head from your shoulder and dropping a gentle kiss to your swollen lips. You giggled, shaking your head.

“ goof “ you dropped a gentle kiss to his nose, his forehead and his lips, cupping his face in your hands “ shall we go take a shower? “ he wrapped his arms tightly around you and shook his head, dropping his face into your neck.

“ in a minute. Just stay for a sec yeah? “ you ran your fingers through his hair and wondered if you’d actually be able to stand a shower, your entire body felt like jelly “ I’m sorry for prying earlier “ he said softly, lifting his head, looking at you with those beautiful brown puppy eyes of his.

“ it’s okay you deserved to know. But you can always ask me about any of that you know. It’s okay “ he nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You didn’t want to talk about it now though and he seemed to get the picture.

“ shower yeah? “ you previous worry about standing was washed away as he scooped you into his arms and carried you into the bathroom with a million whispered I love you’s on the way.

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Childe, Scaramouche and Kazuha(separately) X Reader where they are somehow forced to kill them in a very uh... dark way which is basically to make it look like suicide, Cut open both their arms and let them bleed out.. and if you want how they would save you after(Like already bleeding but the people forcing them to do it are gone) or react to your death.

I know its fucked up but I just have a thing for angst I'm sorry

One whumpy-angsty fic, coming right up.

TW: Suicide, assisted suicide, swearing in Scara's part, blood, violence, strangulation, errors in writing (hopefully none, but I'm putting this here just to be sure).

A/N: Thank you for my first request. I hope it's to your liking, or at least satisfaction! :>

A/N v. 2: Heitai means 'soldiers' in Japanese. Kazuha's part is worse than the rest, as I don't really feel his character. Also, Childe may be a bit ooc.

Childe

There was no chaos, no state of high alert after Pantalone was found dead. Nothing, besides tense radio silence.

Just hours after you finished your meeting with him the scene was discovered by one of the maids. No mess of documents, broken furniture, or any signs of struggle for that matter. He was found slumped against one of his bookshelves, bright blood soaking the exquisite floorboards. Only a single, precise slice at his throat was discovered, leading to the conclusion that he was assassinated. Yet no signs of forced entry were sighted. His killer must have entered through the front of the headquarters, unbothered by guards, and made their way up to the office itself. They had to leave the same way as well. Either the killer is a master of disguise, or someone from the inside.

You know well who is the culprit. The HQ is aware just as much. If the trail of dead skirmishers and diplomats wasn't obvious enough, the stolen intel considering the Harbinger's current locations sure is. The Eleven know for sure, but making the figure of a lone, masked avenger public would stir up unrest among the common soldiers and citizens.

You saw the soft knock at your door coming from a mile away. But what you didn't expect was your best friend's face in the doorway.

You look up from your paperwork, a sad smile decorating your face. Childe returns the gesture, but it quickly turns back into a slight frown. Before he closes the door, you catch a glimpse of a Fatui agent in full gear behind him.

You stare at each other for a while. The silence between you is somewhat comforting.

"I know why you're here." You say, rising up from your armchair.

He stays quiet, looking away from you. He seems pensive. "I'm sorry."

"It's none of your fault, Ajax." You place a hand on his shoulder. "Fate has decided."

He looks you in the eye. You can clearly see the conflict on his face.

"What are my options?", you ask.

He sighs.

"They gave you two. One, you'll be officially tried for Pantalone's murder. Command will strip your honors, and hang you in a public display. Your family will be sent to a penal colony for assisting a criminal. Or the second choice."

He stretches out his arm. In his open palm lies a transparent container, filled with a white substance.

" What will happen to my family then?" You ask, taking it from his hand. He moves to take it back, but stops himself. You twirl the capsule in your hand, watching the potassium cyanide fly around.

"They will be safe. You will also be buried with full military honors. Officially, they'll say you killed yourself."

You can't hold back a chuckle. The Illusion of choice.

You sit down back at the desk. Breathe in, breathe out. So that's how it feels to be a scapegoat, huh? With one quick move you place the capsule in and bite down. As the foul, bitter taste hits your tongue, you cringe. You have to cover your mouth to keep yourself from throwing up. Childe looks on, unsure of what to do or say. As the poison starts to take effect, your breathing becomes erratic.

You can't draw in a full breath, and that's when the realisation finally hits you.

You are going to die.

Tartaglia rushes to your side when you fail to get up, gasping for air like a fish removed from the water. Your hands fly around, looking for something to hold onto as you hyperventilate.

You are going to die. You are going to die. You are going to die you are going to die you are goingtodieyouaregoingtodie-

"Hey hey hey, hey. Look at me. Please." Childe whispers as your fingers pry into his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. "Just… J-just listen to my voice, alright?"

You barely hear him. His face blurs in your teary eyes, becoming an unrecognizable mess of pink, red and orange. You manage to nod.

"Tired." That's all you can force out. How pathetic. It's your last coherent thought. You don't fight back the heaviness of your eyelids, letting them close for the final time.

With nothing to control your body, the grip on his shoulder grows weaker and weaker each second. The lungs slow down, soon leaving your chest completely still. In his arms holds you your dearest friend and murderer, Ajax. He feels how limp, how unmoving and just how dead your figure is.

Childe would never cry - he despises weakness after all. But Ajax won't try to stop the tears from staining his cheeks. Nothing matters in his mind as he holds your ever colder body for minutes on end.

His voice comes out shaky and hushed.

"Sleep well, Y/N."

Scaramouche

"So how will it be, Kunikuzushi?"

The Wanderer growls at the puppet in response, looking up at her with pure hatred in his eyes. The soldier presses his boot down on the captive's back, forcing him even lower to the ground. A spear's tip is placed at his throat.

"It's either you both or only them." The Shogun points at you, face forced right against the dirt by another soldier's boot. Scaramouche gives no response, choosing to murder Ei with his hateful look instead. She hums, displeased, motioning to one of her men. He lifts his spear to his shoulder and strikes it down.

"Wait! Wait! I… I'll do it. Just get your filthy hands away from them!"

The spear halts a hair’s breadth from you.His struggles grow more intense and desperate. The mortal soldier fails to keep him down, and Scaramouche returns to kneeling.

"A wise choice." She nods, and her underling moves away. Your throat is unharmed, at least for now. "However, since you dared to keep me waiting, the method is mine to choose."

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He suddenly screams, losing his composure. He thrashes around, feeling the familiar, soul crushing type of anger he hasn't felt in years.

"SILENCE!" Ei's commanding tone strikes everything around her like lightning itself. Even her men flinch. In a swift movement, she retrieves the Musou no Hitotachi, and places it millimeters away from your neck. "May I remind you - I can always change my mind, filth."

Scaramouche feels the bindings on his wrists loosen. Two heitai force him to his feet. You too are lifted, but still bound with hands behind your back. Both of you are shoved forward. Your friend keeps his balance, but you land on the wet grass, face first. As you struggle to get back up, a piece of rope is thrown between you and him.

“Proceed.” Ei crosses her arms, and looks on as Kunikuzushi eyes the object. He hesitates for a moment, looking at your bound and defenseless form. With a growl, he picks up the tool, and charges you. After tackling you to the ground, he wraps the rope around your neck and sits you up. Standing behind you, he pulls the rope into your throat.

It bites down into the sensitive skin, closing your airways. The sheer force of the movement makes you gasp in surprise. The pain is growing rapidly. You start kicking up your legs in a desperate attempt to escape his clutches. In response he pulls harder, knuckles becoming white with how hard he grips the hemp. Various moans, gasps and gurgles fall out of your lips, as more and more black spots appear in your vision. The lack of oxygen quickly gets to you, and after just a few seconds of strangulation your consciousness leaves you.

Scaramouche holds the rope down, tears appearing in his eyes. He can’t stand the gargles, the gasps. They make him feel sick. Sick with himself, sick with this entire scenario he got himself into. After a few agonising seconds, your kicking ceases, and your body falls limp on his leg. Kuni keeps strangling you for a while longer, until finally letting you go. Your frame plops down to the ground, still.

Everything around him is quiet. Only Ei’s voice breaks the tension.

“Well done. Now, throw them off the edge.” She motions to a nearby steep bank.

“Why?” is all the man can ask, too weak to bite back once more.

“Prove to me they are dead, my general.”

Without a word, he lifts you up in his arms. He carries you, bridal style, to the rocky edge. As he approaches the brink, he feels you move in his arms. Your chest rises up, and falls down again.

To say Scaramouche was happy would be the understatement of the century.

He stops dead in his tracks, whispering thanks to the gods above, forgetting his disdain for them in the moment. But soon his joy gives way to panic. What now? The Shogun is still watching him, he made a deal, is there a way out of here, what to do?

“What’s the problem, general? Are you having second thoughts about our agreement?”

“N-no.” Scaramouche tries his best to sound as broken as possible. He quickly runs up to the edge, and throws you down.

He stumbles back theatrically, falling to his knees. He doesn’t look back at the soldiers.

“You have made a wise decision indeed, puppet.” Ei says, more to herself than to anybody around. “I demand to see you at the Tenshukaku by nightfall. You will begin your servitude right away.”

Ei turns around to address her followers.

“If any of you are wondering, Y/N has taken their life. Anyone stating otherwise will not live to regret it. Understood?"

“Yes, your Magnificence.” They respond as one.

“Sufficient. Leave him be for now.”

With a flash of lightning, Ei withdraws to her Plane of Euthymia. Scaramouche doesn’t stand up for a good fifteen minutes, looking as heartbroken as he is able to. His head hands low, but a mocking smile is painted on his lips. Idiots.

After rising up to his feet, he makes sure everyone is gone. After confirming that he is alone, he runs back to the cliff. A gust of wind lifts your body up high enough for him to get a hold of you. He gently puts you down. Seeing you open your eyes, he erupts into laughter.

“Stupid whore. You would expect someone of this age and ego to be good at telling the dead from the living, am I right?” His tone is spiteful, as it usually is.

“... I’m fine, thank you for asking.” You reply, coughing. Your windpipe still hurts unforgivably. “You could have eased up on that rope though, Fandango man.”

“Oh you ungrateful little worm!” He turns away, a pout decorating his lips. You chuckle at the sight of his usual assholeness.”It was necessary to do so to fool her. That old crone is not that dumb.”

“Pfft. Sure, shortie.” You move to rise up, but your mind is still hazy from passing out. Scaramouche drops his grudge after seeing you struggle, helping you by slinging your arm around his neck.

“Are you alright now?” He asks, a rare hint of genuine worry in his tone.

“Yeah, I think I am. Oh. Wait.” A sudden hit of nausea leaves your head spinning. “I think I’m gonna puke-”

Scara yelps, quickly rushing behind you. He still holds you, but keeping a reasonable distance now.

“Eek! Just not on me!”

Kazuha

“Nah, that won’t happen, Kazuha.” You sigh, bumping your head against the cold, stone wall. “Do you think they would attempt a rescue mission in the middle of Inazuma City to recover the most well-guarded prisoner in this war?”

Kazuha is fiddling with his clothes, deep in thought. He rubs the uncleaned mud between his fingers, watching it crumple to the ground. “Kokomi has a plan for everything. She must be pre-”

“Listen!” You shout, even though you didn’t mean to. “Kokomi has a plan for everything, yes. But what guarantee do you have for my rescue being included in her scheme? She most likely will take on a new strategy and do a switch of personnel to reduce the impact of me spilling the beans.”

“Will you though?”

“Kazuha. They’re going to torture me until I either tell them what I know or die of my injuries.” You clench your fists. The stories you’ve heard from released captives did nothing to ease your worries. “And I don’t see myself enduring having my kneecaps removed while I’m conscious. Or pouring barrels upon barrels of filthy water down my throat.”

Your friend is silent. He is aware that this will most likely be the case.

“The intel I carry is vital. With it the Shogunate could easily send agents to kill the people I name. They would know what our plan for the next month is, where HQ members live…” You lower your arms to the floor, hands rubbing against the dust and grime of your cell. You absent-mindedly look for anything interesting. It was the third day of being here, and the boredom was getting unbearable.

Your fingers suddenly clutch something cold and hard. You lift it up to your eyes, and squint them to see what it was.

A sharp piece of rock. It must have fallen out of the wall recently. The feeling of your fingers on its sharp edge gives you an idea.

“Hey, look at this.” You show him the piece of debris, and handed it to your cell neighbor. He inspects it slowly, both with his fingers and eyes.

“Yes! We can use this against the guards. If I stab them correctly, that would create an opportunity to escape.” Kazuha smiles, and looks back at you. His expression darkens when he sees your head shake in disagreement.

“That’s not what I was thinking…” You suddenly regret telling him this in the first place.

“You’re joking, right?” He looks at you, practically begging for confirmation.

“No. As I said already, the knowledge in my hands could lose us this war. I can’t let them have it.” You say, taking the rock back by force. You’re lucky he stands right next to the bars separating you. “I have to.”

“No, you don’t, Don’t even try, alright?” His voice is clearly agitated.

He shudders as you put the edge to your wrist. You press down and try to drag it along, but the spiking pain makes you pull back. So you try again, deaf to Kazuha's pleas. After the fifth, you groan in frustration.

"Huh. Looks like I can't really bring myself to do it." You say to yourself, out loud. "I may need your help."

What. It's all Kazuha can think right now.

"Are you seriously asking me to slit your veins?" He asks with disbelief. His attempts at hiding his fear bear no fruit, as his voice comes out as hushed.

You approach the bars, and place your forehead against them.

"Kazuha, my brother. What I know can't get into their hands, else hundreds will suffer. There is no other way. Please."

"They will come for us, eventually. You just have to hold out-"

You sigh.

"Kazu, listen. Until then, if it ever happens, the purples will have the advantage. And I can't allow that. It lies in my duty to protect my people. Please, treat it as your final act of kindness."

He doesn't say anything as you place the makeshift blade in his hands. The white haired male swallows. You stretch your hands into his cell.

"F-fine." He says. "If that's your wish, I'll do it."

After placing the blade on your skin, he pauses.

"I w-will cut now. Be prepared."

And with a decisive movement, the blade splits you open. Bright red blood starts to come out of the wound. You shudder. The stinging is... annoying. Not very painful, but the sight of your own vitality seeping out is enough to make you cringe. Kazuha notices this. Seeing you hurt, especially by him, places tears in his eyes. The second cut earns him a whine from your lips.

You pull back, and so does he.

"Give... give me the rock." You huff out. It feels awkwardly... sleepy.

Kazuha returns it without question, but your arms refuse to clench around it. You back up against the wall you were originally propped up on, sliding down to a sitting position. You place your hands, now bloodied, on the freezing cobble. Your hands hurt to move. You choose to let your eyes close on their own, unwilling to extend the struggle.

"Kazu." You mumble.

"Yes?"

"Talk to me, please." You cough, and the wounds hurt more. You whince. "I don't want to die alone. Please."

"I... Sure. Of course." He pauses, trying to find the right words for small talk with a dying man. "So... what's your favorite... plant?"

He only stopped talking after your corpse fell over.

Only silence was left in the room.

Thank you for reading!

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Regrets & Resilience V

Abstract:After days of avoiding each other, Y/N and Wanda's paths collided unexpectedly, igniting an argument fueled by Wanda's suppressed jealousy. As tensions flared, hurtful words were exchanged, leaving both bewildered by the underlying emotions. Seeking solace and guidance, Wanda turned to her brother Pietro to unravel the turmoil within her.

TW:Argument

A few days had passed, and the tension between Wanda and Y/N seemed to hang in the air like a heavy cloud. Despite Wanda's efforts to assist Y/N's blindness from a distance, their interactions had been limited to fleeting moments of shared space.

On an ordinary day, as people bustled around them in the hallway, their paths collided unexpectedly. Lost in their thoughts, both were taken by surprise. The impact left them momentarily stunned, a charged silence enveloping them.

"I'm so sorry," Wanda stammered, a touch of pink gracing her cheeks.

Y/N's response was soft, a mixture of hurt and vulnerability coloring their tone. "It's okay."

Both of them stood there, neither making a move to walk away. There was a silent yearning for understanding, a hope that the pain they both carried could find resolution.

Wanda spoke up, her voice gentle yet carrying the weight of their shared history. "How are you doing, Y/N?"

The question held more significance than mere politeness. It was as if Wanda was trying to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, to reach out and mend the fractures that had torn them apart.

Y/N sighed softly, their expression reflecting the pain they felt. "I'm... I'm managing, Wanda. But there's more to this, isn't there?"

Wanda's eyes glistened with regret and determination. "Yes, you're right. There's so much more. I want to make amends, Y/N."

Y/N's response held a touch of hesitation, their voice tinged with the lingering hurt they carried. "Helping from afar, that's your way of making things right."

Wanda nodded earnestly, her gaze holding a mix of sincerity and longing. "Yes, Y/N. It's not a perfect solution, but I hoped it might be a step toward healing."

Y/N's lips curved in a bittersweet smile. "You know, Wanda, you don't have to bear this burden alone. You've done your part, even from a distance. You can let go now."

The words were wrapped in a combination of understanding and self-preservation, a plea for Wanda to release herself from the weight of guilt that had tied her to Y/N. Before Wanda could respond, Y/N turned and began to walk away.

As Y/N walked away, Wanda's festering jealousy got the best of her, and she blurted out, "Is that your plan? Running off with Matthew?"

Y/N's steps faltered, confusion etching their features. "What? Wanda, I don't understand. Why would you care?"

Wanda's frustration mixed with her jealousy, pushing her to speak her mind. "After all, you two seem pretty cozy. More than just mentor and student."

Y/N's confusion deepened, their voice tinged with frustration and vulnerability. "Wanda, I don't even know what you're talking about."

Wanda's jealousy had ignited an unexpected argument, their words tangling in a web of emotions. Y/N's protectiveness of Matthew clashed with Wanda's jealousy, neither willing to voice their true feelings. The result was a clash of misunderstandings and unspoken truths, leaving them both hurt and bewildered.

"You're always with him," Wanda continued, her voice laced with bitterness. "Don't pretend like there's nothing going on."

Y/N's eyes widened, disbelief evident in their gaze. "Wanda, it's not like that. Matthew and I are friends. Just friends."

Wanda's jealousy was difficult to mask now, her anger simmering beneath her words. "Friends? Really? It seems like there's more to it."

Y/N's frustration grew, their voice rising slightly. "Why are you acting like this, Wanda? You think I haven't noticed how you've been avoiding me? You treated me terribly when you joined the Avengers, and it's not like you ever tried to change that."

Wanda's chest heaved as she struggled to control her emotions. "I just... I thought if I helped enough, you'd see that I'm not against you."

Y/N's expression remained confused, their brow furrowing. "Helped enough? Wanda, I don't even know what you mean by that."

The argument had laid bare their complex emotions, the hurt, the jealousy, the longing. And as they stood there, locked in a battle of words, the truth remained unsaid, hanging in the air between them.

Amid the charged silence, Y/N's voice trembled slightly. "You want to know the truth, Wanda? Fine. Matthew and I... we had a moment. But we're still friends. Just friends."

Wanda's anger flared, her heart pounding in her chest. "You and Matthew? You were together?"

Y/N's gaze dropped to the ground, a mix of emotions playing across their features. "Yes, but it didn't mean anything. It was just... a thing."

Wanda's fury was now evident, her voice sharp. "You expect me to believe that? You're lying."

Y/N's eyes lifted, almost meeting Wanda's gaze with a mix of confusion and vulnerability. "Why does it matter to you, Wanda? Why do you even care?"

Wanda's jealousy burned brighter, her voice strained. "I was worried. Worried that Matthew was using you."

Y/N's defensive instinct flared, their voice edged with irritation. "You don't know anything about me and Matthew. You don't know what our friendship is like."

The argument had taken on a life of its own, emotions running high and truths barely hidden beneath the surface. Y/N turned and walked away, leaving Wanda alone with her own frustrations and regrets. The room was heavy with the weight of the unspoken, a stark reminder of the barriers that still separated them, even as their feelings tangled in a web of confusion and longing.

...

In the days following the heated argument with Y/N, Wanda found herself restless and torn, seeking solace in the advice of her brother Pietro. With a heavy heart, she sought him out, her mind plagued by a mix of confusion, frustration, and longing.

Pietro was leaning against a wall, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips as he spotted Wanda's approach. "Well, well, well. What brings the great Wanda Maximoff to me?"

Wanda let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration evident. "Pietro, it's not the time for your teasing."

His playful demeanor faded as he straightened up, sensing the weight of her emotions. "Alright, sis. What's eating at you?"

Wanda began recounting the argument with Y/N, her words tumbling out in a torrent as she explained the jealousy that had consumed her. "I don't know what got into me, Pietro. One moment, I was fine, and the next, I was saying things I didn't mean."

Pietro's expression shifted, his eyes softening as he listened. "Hey, slow down. Start from the beginning."

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she retold the events that had unfolded between her and Y/N. "We argued, Pietro. It was stupid. I let my jealousy get the best of me, and now... now I don't know if I've pushed her away for good."

Pietro let out a sigh, his gaze sympathetic. "Wanda, jealousy can be a powerful thing, especially when it's mixed with other emotions."

Wanda nodded, her shoulders slumping as guilt washed over her. "I know, but I should have controlled myself better. Y/N probably thinks I hate her even more now."

Pietro shook his head, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You're being dumb, sis. Y/N didn't know you had feelings for her. She thought you hated her because of what happened with your parents."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Wait, how do you know?"

Pietro smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Come on, sis. You spilled the beans to me before all this."

Wanda's cheeks flushed slightly, embarrassment mingling with her frustration. "It's not that simple. Y/N and I have a complicated history."

He nodded in understanding. "I get it, Wanda. But you need to communicate. Y/N can't read your mind. If you like her, you need to let her know."

Wanda groaned, rubbing her temples as she tried to make sense of her emotions. "I don't even know where to start, Pietro. I've been acting awful towards her since I joined the Avengers. I've made it clear that I wouldn't forgive her for what her father did."

He nudged her gently. "Then it's time you set things straight. Talk to her, be honest about your feelings. It's the only way to clear the air."

Wanda sighed, leaning against the wall beside him. "I just don't know if she'll even want to listen. I've pushed her away for so long."

He shrugged. "You won't know until you try. Just be honest, Wanda. And remember, I'm here if you need someone to knock some sense into you."

As the days passed, Wanda couldn't shake the thoughts of Y/N from her mind. The weight of the unspoken words hung heavily between them, a constant reminder of the barrier that had formed between them. Summoning her courage, Wanda sought out Y/N, determined to make amends.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel mcu #wanda x reader

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sunnysideprincess · 7 months

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Art tag # deb does art

More recent tumblr fics #deb writes in between

Older drabbles #deb writes

Winteriron mini-comic series #winteriron subway shenanigans

Blorbo musings and fic ideas # deb thinks out loud

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Hell, If It Glitters (ongoing, winteriron)

"Then again," Barnes whispers while pulling away, wiping a thumb over Tony's lips. A move that rips his entire being into two warring sides. "Everything's different when it belongs to you, right?"

Steve broke their bond in Siberia. Tony would be happy if that was it. But no, hell has plans for him and those plans go by the name of James Buchanan Barnes.

Time Bomb (oneshot, OG6 poly)

"You were gone long." He stands still, and forces his breath to remain a steady stream, even as she drags her fingers gently under the hem of his shirt. As she scraps her nails along his scar, pinches his skin a little too harshly.

"Yeah, the paperwork was tedious."

Natasha hums and sighs, her breath smelling strongly of wine and cigarettes. She kisses the nape of his neck, digs her fingers into his skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to warn him.

"You're a better liar than this, Tony."

My Town Was A Wasteland (oneshot, stevetony)

Howard wants to raise the dead. Even if it's at the expense of his own son. It backfires spectacularly.

Grim Pickings (oneshot, winteriron)

The Winter Soldier goes on a Witch hunt.

Part 1 of Watch The World Burn (ongoing)

The Clock Strikes Out (oneshot, gen)

"Tick tock, Mister Stark."

"Time's running out."

"I need a name."

He blinks and shakes his head. Looks around, tries to see the outlines of his team through the dark spots dancing across his vision. A shock of red hair. A flash of a silver. A blink of blue and red. Something, someone is dragged to a corner by the hair and he thinks it could be Barton.

"A name, Mister Stark. Just one."

What An Expensive Fate (oneshot, winteriron, unrequited stucky)

"I can't hurt him, Stevie. You know that. But, I gotta hurt someone. Who better to dish it out on than you?"

Heavy In Your Arms (oneshot, stevetony)

"Steve, what are you doing?"

"Fixing this."

(Or where Steve changes the world and everybody has a role to play. )

#fluff

Symphony (oneshot, stuckony)

When soulmates destined to be together touch each other for the first time, the symphony is heard across the universe. As if he hasn't heard this story enough times. You'd be surprised just how many people are meant to be each other's forever. Not much when it comes down to the entirety of Earth's population. Yet still enough. Clichéd violins and opera is annoying as it is with the side serving of him hearing the music play while his lady love and the new assistant (who later turns out to be a SHIELD plant) accidentally brush their fingers together. Now there's Steve Rogers, in his all American glory and Tony just wants to beat the crap out of this alien army and go back home. And possibly, plug his ears to drown out the extensive noise.

It's the V-shaped stuckony soulmate AU crack fic

Winteriron Subway Shenanigans (comic)

Tony is lucky he has Bucky to protect him from the dilemma called "public transportation".

Cake Toppers And Fireball Piñata (oneshot, stuckony)

For a bunch of master assassins, spies, and superhumans, the Avengers are lousy at secret keeping. Forget world domination or holding lives hostage, their enemies should just get Earth's mightiest heroes to plan a birthday party and be done with it.

Tony's surprise(?) birthday bash.

Do For You (oneshot, winteriron)

Sex, bare tolerance, and mutually beneficial stress relief is what this was supposed to be.

Guns And Rainbows (ongoing, winteriron)

"Would you STOP shooting at people?" "What do you want me to do? Hug them instead?"

In which Bucky's a little too trigger happy, Tony just wants a quiet night with his secret boyfriend, the Avengers are mostly confused about who keeps leaving flowers in Hydra hideouts and Pepper's just sick of these two idiots.

Baby, It's Cold Outside (oneshot, winteriron)

It's Bucky's first Christmas with Morgan and Tony. He has one important question to ask.

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (oneshot, polyvengers)

The media paints a picture. The Avengers know better.

My Favorite Things (oneshot, stuckony)

Five times Tony lost something on Christmas and the one time he gains something new.

O Come All Ye Faithful (oneshot, stony)

Christmas now is wrapped up with a satin bow of red and gold and rosy pink. All for Steve.

#stuckony

Symphony (oneshot)

It's the V-shaped stuckony soulmate AU crack fic

Cake Toppers And Fireball Piñata (oneshot)

Tony's surprise(?) birthday bash.

New Old Fashioned Way (oneshot)

There are ways to win his heart. Most of them don't start with murder, but times are changing.

Half of Us (oneshot)

He stands near the window, holding a glass full of the dark drink he seems to have fixated on these days. The view is as always phenomenal. There are no stars in Manhattan. But Tony, ever the futurist, can envision a perfectly clear, dark sky littered with stars and giant alien ships inside a wormhole. The memory still rakes his bones, haunts his dreams and makes his teeth chatter on his best days. On his worst, it makes him weak in his knees and harder to breathe within the mirage of darkness and destruction.

My Favorite Things (oneshot)

Five times Tony lost something on Christmas and the one time he gains something new.

Jingle Bell Rock (oneshot)

Clint knits holiday sweaters. Steve and Bucky reap the benefits.

NLP's Mini Stories

Tangerine Dreams (stevetony, werewolf AU)

Anthony Edward Stark. He's a beautiful baby, with wide, curious eyes and rosy cheeks. Too bad Steve had to make it weird by imprinting on her Godson.

Bleeding Tooth (pre-slash, winteriron)

Someday, Sam Wilson tells him, he will love the possibilities. Someday, choices won't feel wrong. Someday, he won't feel like a ghost anymore.

Red Letters (hydra stucky, stuckony)

Tony never wanted to be Captain Hydra and the Winter Soldier's soulmate.

Old School (stony, fluff)

Tony doesn't understand why Clint ever thought retirement was boring.

The Forever Kind (stony, winteriron, evil soulmate)

Sometimes having two soulmates isn't worth it.

Confinement (gen, short)

In which Steve Rogers is immortal.

***For fics where Bucky Barnes is neither innocent, nor unwilling to do terrible things for what he wants #evil bucky is my jam

#masterpost #old #masterlist #fic list #tag list #long post

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kentucky-fried-thea · 1 year

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Les mis for the musical thing.

ok so imma preface this by saying normally I do this all on my own (I shouldn't but I do) but for this one I just. totally and completely. forgot the name thenardier. so yeah. wikipedia had a slight assist on this one. anyways, on with the show

so jean valjean (ʒɒn vælʒɒn) steals a loaf of bread, goes to prison, and then tries to run away so he gets more prison. 19 more prison. and then he finally runs out of prison, and is on parole, with his parole officer being javert (ʒɑːveər) who is in literal love with the law

so jean is struggling™️ and can't find food when a lovely bishop is like come here my son I will give you bread and wine and Mr valjean is like OPPORTUNITY and fucking. steals the guy's candlesticks. and not only does the bishop let him get away with it, but he gives him More silver, too, on the condition that he becomes an actually good person. for once. or something.

TiMe SkIp

there's a lovely girl named fantine and I'm not spelling that phonetically bc context clues please and she's got a daughter named cossette (not spelling that 2 electric boogaloo) and so shes trying to make money however. she gets fired from her job. so she sells her locket, her hair, her teeth, and eventually, her love.

eventually some asshole is an asshole to fantine so she (the absolute girlboss) fights back and javert is like aww nawwww this bitch is NOT being a valid human being on My watch. and valjean is like bro?? shes?? defending herself???? fuck all the way off????? and takes her to the hospital.

tHEN, mr fauchelevant (faʊʃelevɑːnt) gets stuck under a cart and valjean goes and saves him and thus is the beginning of his hero complex. and javert is like. omg ur so strong can I kiss you I mean talk to you I mean um I mean uhh... um I once knew a man that hot I mean sexy i mean strong fuck anyways it doesn't matter bc we caught him his name was jean valjean and his prison number was 24601 and there is a totally heterosexual reason that I remember him and his sexy I mean impressive strength. and valjean's new and improved hero complex shows up and says no you haven't caught him. I'm him. then he promises to fantine on her deathbed that he'll take care of cossette and she dies, and javert tries to arrest him but it doesn't work.

meanwhile, the thenardiers (tenɑːʳdiːeɪs) who are basically mr and mrs krabs but eviler are taking care of cossete along side their daughter eponine. well, taking care of is the wrong phrase. more like using her. there's some clear nepotism. so they send her to fetch water in the middle of the night, and valjean sees her and goes O_o who are you and clearly she never learned about stranger danger so she goes I'm cossette :)

so valjean literally haggles a price for her and takes her home to be his daughter.

TiMe SkIp

so now it's nine years later and there's a lot of stage business going on and we are introduced to marius the booby and a now grown up eponine

the thenardiers try to scam valjean and a grown up cossette and they are not having it and then marius and cossette meet and fall in love at first sight.

javert has an angsty moment where he's like I WILL find you jean valjean and kiss you on the mouth put you back in jail

marius goes to eponine and is like eponine you know your way round town right and she's like ya and so he goes ok go find cossette?? please? oh btw eponine is inlove with him hut he doesn't know that

anyways enjolras (ɑːndʒɔɪlrɑːs) is giving a rousing speech to a group of revolutionaries and marius arrives complaining about cossette and enjolras is like marius I do not have time for this heterosexual bullshit can you please keep it in your pants for a moment while I try to avenge france. then liddol babey gavroche (gævrɒʃ) arrives announcing that a v important person is dead and the revolutionaries (called the amis del abc, or the amis) incite their revolution

then, eponine takes marius to cossette's house, and theyspend time together while eponine protects them from her parents, the thenardiers. valjean thinks he and cossette are in danger, so he plans to move them far far away. marius is very unhappy about that, and so he decides to go and die about it, so he joins to amis officially and helps them.

act 2

the amis have built a barricade and eponine wants to join them so she dresses like a boy and tries to join, bc shes sad that marius will never love her. javert arrives at the barricade pretending he wants to spy for the amis, but really he wants to spy ON them. gavroche realizes as much and shows his lawful ass up, and they tie him up and save him for later.

eponine is shot, and confesses her love to marius. shes bleeding so much that it feels like it's raining. then she dies.

the amis make a plan to kill javert and then valjean shows up and is like. I am on your side. may I please kill him. and they're like ya ok sure. which was the wrong decision bc valjean frees him. but then javert has a crisis bc a criminal just saved his life.

enj is like ok everybody stay awake we need to keep alert. except for you marius you look like you need a nap. and valjean monologues over marius' sleeping body. eventually, enjy realizes that the amis are the only ones fighting against the enemy, so he's like ok if you wanna survive, leave. and nobody leaves. and then gavroche dies and coufeyrac (kuːfeɪʳɒk) is so so so upset. also everyone else dies. enj and grantaire die in a very homosexual manner. but marius and valjean don't die. but marius is also very injured. so off to the sewers they go

valjean is like omg I gotta save this twink bc my adopted daughter cossette is inlove with him. so he carries him through the sewers to safety. and he runs into thenardier, who steals marius' ring.

when they get out of the sewers, javert is waiting for them, and valjean is like Jesus man I don't mean to cockblock your police duties again but can I please get this twink to a hospital. and javert say ok. and then he's like omg I just went against the law I am irredeemable. so he goes and dies about it.

marius and cossette have a very healthy relationship and plan to get married, and then valjean tells marius his life story, and is like please don't tell cossette, she'll be sad. and marius is like ok fine. and then valjean fucks off to do who knows what

and then they get married and thenardier arrives at the wedding and says yall dont trust valjean he's a murderer I saw him carrying a dead body and the dead body was wearing this ring and marius goes :O that's my ring. omg valjean saved me. I have to go find him

they go back and find him and he tells cossette his story and then he dies

tldr everyone dies except two people also very very gay

#moth explains a musical #musicals save for later

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anas-tasiaa · 2 years

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[ V after ending - Forgive/Judge ]

There's one thing about V after ending that bothers me. Not to mention that the ending itself seems to be revolve more about Rika than V himself. That's one thing, another thing is:

Keeping a secret about Saeran.

At first, I simply dismissed it because I believe V would benefit from some alone time to gather his thoughts and regain his confidence. (This is before I realise V is also looking after Saeran.)

But after I have got both of his endings, what bothered me is the fact that V kept himself isolated in a location that was inaccessible to either the C&R company's security unit or even Saeyoung. I know he wants to treat Saeran's wounds while also keeping him- away from his brother for a while to lessen the conflict if they must meet face to face. But I'm not sure if it's necessary to keep his whereabouts and Saeran hidden from Saeyoung and the RFA. He could tell he'd need some time to recover and let go of his past while also assisting Saeran in his healing process.

Saeyoung was the one who suffered the most! 😭 We've all seen him lose his grip on reality and almost lose himself, wanting to avenge Saeran's death and even considering suicide. That is not something to be taken lightly. He's almost dead! Without Vanderwood's pity and mercy, and the help from the RFA, Saeyoung would have died without even knowing that his little brother was still alive, somewhere far away. Isn't it better for V to tell Saeyoung ahead of time not to worry about Saeran and to promise him that he and Saeran will return if everything goes well? It would not only put Saeyoung at ease, but it would also make him happy that his brother is safe.

Not to mention that keeping this a secret would be difficult for Jumin. Jumin is already under pressure as a result of Rika and V's decision to "disappear" for two years without saying anything. Jumin now feels responsible for his friend's actions toward Saeyoung, and we can all see that Jumin is doing everything he can to bring Saeyoung back into line and prevent him from making a risky decision. I know that at some point, at the end, V will return with Saeran, all safe and sound, but there are many possibilities for bad things to happen if it is kept a secret in the first place.

Consider that if Vanderwood actually pulled the trigger and shot Saeyoung, or if Saeyoung truly took his revenge, everything would go horribly wrong before V's return with Saeran. Not only would this endanger Saeyoung's life, but it would also result in Saeran losing his brother for the second time. Saeyoung has been depressed for two years, not making any jokes and living an empty life, just going through the motions of life like an emotionless human.

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LET'S TALK ABOUT KITTY'S USEFULLNESS — Though her primary function is a sex robot, as the Three V's personalized assistant, Kitty offers a lot more useful features specifically tailored for the company. Some of these being..

Health Mode — whatever company parties or gatherings are thrown in the building, Kitty is well and ready for any tomfoolery. Does Valentino needs condoms or cigarettes? She has a handy-dandy stash in her belly-dispenser. Is Velvette wasted? Here Kitty comes along with filtered water and some snacks. Is Vox at risk for high blood pressure? She can scan him and get some readings. If they are hungover, here comes nurse Kitty to the rescue.

Defense Mode — no doubt the V's get assassination attempts from former employees, wronged business partners, bitter rivals, etc. Kitty may not be a combat unit, so she can't really fire a gun or throw a punch very well ( reminiscent of the actual Fizzarolli's lack of fighting skills ) however, she can absolutely restrain several individuals rather tightly, body canon / speed roll.

Vox had taken the initiative to actually input a kill mode, just as a security measure. Unironically, with this turned on, she takes on after Mammon's demon form. Kitty can shoot lasers out of her eyes and elongated spider legs out sprout from her back, teeth growing twice her regular size into these sharp nasty things to bite down and restrain. Think of Spider Man's Instant Kill Mode in The Avengers. Because this is a last resort, it takes up a lot of her battery-life and she has to be recharged for a good 10-14 hours after she uses this.

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Mersal (transl. Zapped) is a 2017 Indian Tamil-language action thriller film[6] directed by Atlee who co-wrote the film with V. Vijayendra Prasad and S. Ramana Girivasan. Produced by Thenandal Studio Limited in their 100th production, the film stars Vijay and S. J. Surya while Sathyaraj, Vadivelu, Nithya Menen, Kajal Aggarwal, Samantha Ruth Prabhu and Hareesh Peradi appear in pivotal supporting roles. The story revolves around two brothers; one is a magician avenging his parents's deaths and medical crimes, and the other, a reputed doctor who charges meagre amounts from his patients

The film's principal photography commenced on 1 February 2017, at Chennai and was completed that September, within 130 working days. Filming took place on Gdańsk, Poland and Jaisalmer, Rajasthan. The background score and soundtrack album were composed by A. R. Rahman, while the cinematography was done by G. K. Vishnu and edited by Ruben.

Mersal was released worldwide on 18 October 2017, coinciding with Diwali. The film received mostly positive response with critics praising the performance of Vijay, A. R. Rahman's soundtrack, cinematography, social message and Atlee's direction, but criticised the cliched plot and excessive length. It is also a recipient of various accolades.

The film was a commercial success, grossing ₹260 crore (US$33 million) worldwide, becoming one of the highest-grossing Tamil films. The film completed 100-day theatrical run on 25 January 2018. The film was released on 6 December 2018 in China by HGC Entertainment. Due to demand, the film was screened at the largest cinema theatre in Europe Grand Rex, France. The film was screened at the Hainan International Film Festival in Hainan, China and at the Bucheon International Fantastic Film Festival in South Korea

An ambulance driver, medical broker, hospital worker and a surgeon are abducted at dawn, which is traced to Dr. Maaran, a doctor from Chennai, who is known for providing treatment to all at just ₹5. Maaran is arrested and interrogated by Inspector Ratnavel "Randy", who is assigned the case.

Maaran explains that the four were responsible for the death of an auto driver's daughter and subsequent suicide of his wife due to their greed for money and negligence in providing proper healthcare. He gives Randy the locations of his hostages but asserts that they can be saved only if they are taken in time to hospital just like the auto driver's daughter. Maaran reveals that he is not Maaran but his doppelgänger Vetri, a magician.

Vetri was also responsible for the death of Arjun Zachariah, a corrupt doctor who was killed during a stage performance in Paris two years ago. Daniel Arokiaraj, another corrupt doctor and the head of the state's medical council, sees Maaran's inexpensive healthcare as a threat to his flourishing hospital business and decides to kill Maaran using his goons but is saved in the nick of time by Vetri, who knocks

Maaran unconscious and swaps places with him, providing clues to the police which led to his arrest. Maaran is rescued, while Vetri, manages to escape from Randy. Later, Maaran confronts Vetri, believing him to be the cause of all his problems. Vadivu, Maaran's compounder, and also Vetri's assistant, intervenes and explains to Maaran why Vetri is targeting doctors indulging in corrupt medical practices.

Vadivu also reveals Maaran and Vetri are the sons of Aishwarya "Aishu" and Vetrimaaran, an altrustic village wrestler and chieftain, who decided to build a temple in his area and holds a large festive event. However, a fire broke out, injuring many and killing two children due to lack of mobility. By the advice of Aishu, Vetrimaaran established a hospital in his village Manoor in Madurai with Daniel and Arjun being sworn as chief doctors, while Vetrimaaran managed the hospital.

However, it soon turned out that Daniel and Arjun were money-minded misanthropists and performed a Caesarean section on Aishu when she was in labour with her second child (Vetri) to extract more money from Vetrimaaran. With an overdose of anaesthesia and loss of blood, Aishu died while the child was declared stillborn.

When Vetrimaaran learnt about this, he confronted Daniel, but was attacked. Vetrimaaran fought the henchmen, but got stabbed to death by Daniel's assistant Kasi, where Daniel revealed that he was the mastermind behind the fire accident in the temple so that Vetrimaaran could build a hospital for their business profits. After having killed Vetrimaaran, Daniel and Arjun embezzled money in medical service to consolidate their dictatorship over the years, while creating a massive genocide from beyond. However,

Maaran was saved as Vetrimaaran had placed an unconscious Maaran (who had been struck on the head with a glass bottle) safely on a Chennai-bounded truck, but had lost his memory and was unable to recollect anything that happened before passing out. Meanwhile, Vetri miraculously survived, where their paternal uncle (younger brother of Vetrimaaran) Vadivu had took care of him.

Vetri and Vadivu were adopted by a famous magician Salim Ghosh, and it was from him that Vetri learnt all his magic tricks. Upon learning his past from Vadivu, Maaran reconciles with Vetri and decide to finish Daniel, where they swap places. With Vetri (who is actually Maaran) seemingly in custody, Daniel meets him in prison and contemplates on misusing the medical industry for his personal gains. Meanwhile, Daniel's nephew Sesha tries to make a deal with Maaran (who is actually Vetri) to shut down his practice.

However, when they both learn the truth, Vetri slits Sesha's hand. Daniel rushes to Vetri's hideout. Vetri defeats all of Daniel's henchmen and injures Daniel with a glass bottle, but just then, Kasi crashes a bus into Vetri, making him faint.

In the truck, Maaran also got involved in an accident orchestrated by Daniel, where he wakes Vetri up. As Vetri is injured, With Vetri's help, Maaran kills Kasi and also kills Daniel. Vetri is arrested for his role in the murders of all six people killed and is sentenced to life in prison. Before leaving, Vetri gives a press conference justifying his actions by exposing corrupt medical practices and embezzlement of money in the field; he adds that his endeavors will continue until the whole system is reformed.

In prison, Vetri watches a news report in which, despite his efforts, another young girl in Odisha had died from negligent medical treatment. On hearing this, Vetri escapes using his magic tricks and continues his mission. In the end, Maaran has conferred a statewide recognised medical counselor post.

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