#Mafia Boss Natasha Romanoff

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request: single mom reader decides to loan shark from natasha’s mob. when reader can’t pay back the loan, natasha’s men capture and beat her. natasha sees reader among the criminals and drug dealers who also haven’t payed back their loans, and excuses her, forgiving her debt.

Title: The Oversight

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 2799

Warnings: Drug use, kidnapping, guns, choking, threats, blood, horrible grammar.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

[a/n: Yeah, I kind of feel like this needs a part two. Let me know what you guys think and if you're interested]

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Each breath you drew in spurred a sharp stitch in your side. They came in rapid succession, even as you struggled to recall the fuzzy details that usually calmed you down. Your first street name. What you called your first pet. The name of your second-grade teacher. They all swirled foggily, unable to recall.

Your mouth tasted metallic cotton and your heartbeat was pulsing through your entire body. Counting the thrums hadn’t helped either, you gave up as you rolled your neck in a snow circle. The dried blood that hardened against the side of your face, your cheek, and down the expanse of your collarbone crackled at the soft movement.

The room that housed you was pitch black. It was hard to tell when you opened your eyes, tears welling up and dripping down your face onto your uniform. Your arms were bound behind your back, shoulders screaming in protest and fingers going numb from the cold. Your small noises echoed. Wherever you were was impossibly vast.

The next breath that escaped you was deeper than the rest. Not necessarily calm, but enough for you to take stock of the situation; there were flashes of you leaving the diner where you worked nothing short of twelves. It had just rained, and the air was humid. You dropped your keys and bent down to pick them up.

Before you could insert them into the lock, something hard had come down on your temple. There was a rush of heat sloshing down your face and a moment later, as you looked up at the sky, the steel tip of a boot took the rest of your consciousness.

That didn’t bother you. You were fine, a little banged up, but fine. Your daughter was left with the sitter. It could have been hours, maybe even a day. Your stomach clenched in hunger, and you drifted in and out of lucidity. They’d left you un-gagged but you didn’t have it in you to scream. You had a sinking feeling that no one would hear you anyway.

You’d flinched when the first 500-volt lamp let out a sharp hiss before flipping on. You shrunk into yourself, blinking away the sudden burst of white light that filled the room. It was directed towards you, and the rest of the space was still a frustratingly thick darkness. You couldn’t see who had turned them on, but they could see you.

The boots that walked across the floor were loud. They echoed like your earlier sobs. A metal chair was being dragged, and the sound was piercing. It did nothing to aide your aching head. You were thankful to see something other than pitch black, however big the danger.

You recognized the man who was in front of you. His outline flickered solidly. He looked rougher than you did; dirty-blonde hair, and stubble. There was a bandage across the center of his nose, on his fingertips, as if he’d fisted the razor while shaving. His purple T-shirt was covered by a dusty-brown leather jacket. His stare was hard, emotionless.

“You’re awfully quiet for a hostage.” He said, straddling the chair he had dragged over. His chest rested against the metal backing. “You can scream if you want. Wear yourself down. It’ll make this a lot easier.”

“What is this?” You asked instead of taking him up on his offer.

He was familiar to you. Clint. He came into the diner every Wednesday and Friday night like clockwork. He’d order a roast beef on rye with Swiss cheese and extra dressing on the side. He’d suck down two beers with his meal and tipped generously.

Sometimes he was with the man they called ‘The Winter Soldier’. You’d always found the name laughable, but the rumors about him were enough for you to hold your tongue. He never ate but would sometimes order a diet coke and sip it while Clint spoke through large bites of food.

Law enforcement wouldn’t’ touch Bucky Barnes, and your boss would typically comp whatever he ordered. A few months ago, you had shared your first words with him behind the diner. The air stunk of rotted food and hardly counted as fresh air. However, it was a few degrees cooler than the kitchen.

He had offered you a cigarette, one already perched between his lips, a zippo lighter at the ready in his other hand. You declined with the shake of your head, and a quiet ‘no thank you’. There was an uncomfortable silence, but it was better than the damp warmth of the kitchen. A sweet, burning scent filled your nose when he lit his cigarette and let the smoke curl around the two of you like a slack rope.

“You work hard in there.” Bucky said, taking a long inhale. He held it within his lungs, voice pinched. “Harder than anyone else I’ve seen in a while.”

You weren’t about to tell him about your daughter, not with his reputation, or the small smattering of pink scars across his chiseled features. So, you nodded instead. The number of tips you got in the broken down, greasy diner was the difference between two meals and one. So, you smiled sweetly and laid on the southern accent even though you’d only spent a short stint in Georgia when you were eighteen. It was easy to perfect.

“I bet you could name my order right now.”

“You don’t order.”

“I don’t trust the food.” He shrugged listlessly, a lazy smile against his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“That’s a good call.”

He laughed at your honesty, and it was a nice sound. He disarmed you and that was worrying. Bucky let the cigarette sizzle out in a puddle at his feet. He used the tip of his steel-toed boot to grind the paper into damp ash.

“You wouldn’t’ have to work so hard if you had some extra cash, would you?”

The question caught you off guard and you couldn’t stifle the vicious glare that you gave him. Your break was almost over, and you could have, should have, walked back into the restaurant to finish the rest of your shift. Bucky lifted his hands up as a peace offering.

“Look, lady, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. All I’m saying is, you’re not blind to what happens in there, the type of people that frequent this place. You’ve always turned a blind eye and that’s something my boss appreciates. Something she trusts.”

“And who exactly is your boss?”

He tsked “I can’t tell you that, sweetheart. But she wants to make you an offer, she wants to offer you a loan. You’re what? Three months behind on rent? She’ll front that for you and the following two.”

You took a deep breath of stale air. It was a tempting offer, even if it came in the form of a seedy enforcer in an even seedier alleyway. You were three days from getting evicted. Three days from ending up on the streets in a neighborhood that didn’t’ have a single safe one.

“What’s the catch?” You asked.

“Catch? There’s no catch. This is a friendly loan. All you’ve gotta do is pay it back when you’re on your feet again.”

It was an oversight, not asking for a concrete timeline. You hadn’t paid Bucky’s boss back yet, and over the next few months, there were stifled threats, and both Bucky and Clint watched you carefully at the job that you still worked like nothing had changed. The feeling of being indebted lingered, but this time, it was to an unknown entity instead of a landlord that was ultimately harmless.

Everything needed to be paid back in full. These were thousands you didn’t have. And now, two weeks after the initial threat, you were strapped to a metal chair with blood dripping down the sound of your face, in despite need of a drink of water.

Clint was harmless compared to The Winter Soldier, but his muscles still flexed under his shirt as he pulled his jacket off and let it fall to the dusty floor illuminated in blue light. “I would prefer not to get that dirty. It’s genuine leather, you know?”

You glowered at him as he stood and took a few more steps towards you. He looked relatively harmless each time you’d seen him in the diner. Sometimes he had a girl with him, a slight thing that was just as littered in scars as he was. She would order a plate of bacon that was cooked to a crisp and split it with a golden retriever that laid at their feet.

When his wrapped knuckles made contact with your cheek, your head clocked in the opposite direction. There was a sharp pain in your jaw, a ringing in your ear. He had slammed into the same side of your face as earlier, and you lost vision for a second.

Blood filled your mouth, and you spit the mix of saliva, bile, and blood onto the floor. There was a drain in the center and that worried you more than anything else. Your breathing came fast and hard and you glared at him, teeth stained pink.

“Is that all?” You asked him.

It was stupid, you knew it was stupid. But it bothered you more than anything that you had gotten yourself wrapped up in this. Your father was no stranger to the mob, and you should have seen it from a mile away. The fear he lived with. Until the day he died, he would look over his shoulder and you refused to do the same.

Clint grabbed your face, squeezing hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “You’re a tough chick, huh? I think we both know why you’re here. All you have to do is get the money and all of this vanishes.”

“I don’t have the money.” Your words were garbled between his fingers. “You’re sure as fuck not going to get it if you kill me.”

“Kill you?” Clint unhanded you and let out a laugh. “Kill you, she says. No, we’re not going to kill you, she would never get her money that way… your daughter on the other hand.”

You pulled against the ropes, and they dug painfully into you. The chair was liable to break, but it had been bolted to the floor. It was much stronger than the one he’d dragged over. The mix of anger and fear that had rushed over you pulled away any thought of lingering aches and pains. Be damned to the head trauma.

Your teeth were gritted, voice a low hiss “Leave her the fuck out of this.”

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“I swear to you, I will get your money, I just need time. I’m not… You can keep me under surveillance as collateral, take my car, my apartment- just leave her out of this.”

Clint gripped your throat with his calloused hand, your ability to breathe became more difficult, half-moon nails digging into your flesh. It stung fiercely, and you let out a gurgle in response. “Or she could be our collateral. I think she’d make a great enforcer, with the proper education, that is.”

Is that what happened to the girl that ate lunch with Clint at the diner? She didn’t looked like she was there against her will, but there was an immense sadness to her eyes. Clint hadn’t released you yet and your vison was growing fuzzy at the edges.

“Let her go,”

Your chest was burning at this point and when he pulled his hand back you tried desperately to regain your sense of lucidity. You coughed, nearly vomiting as he took a long stride backwards, seemingly put into his place with a simple sentence.

Over the ringing of your ears, you heard the sharp click of heels. They were confident, and your chin dropped to your chest as you panted in succession, spit dripping in strings from your lips. You didn’t have the strength to look up, your head was pounding.

“I think that’s enough,” Her voice was smooth, just the smallest bit of an accent in her words. You couldn’t place it, but you couldn’t tell which way was up at this point. “You’re dismissed.”

“Oh, come on Natasha, I was just having a little fun.”

“Dismissed, Clint.”

There was a labored sigh and the sound of his footsteps retreating. It brought little relief to you, however. You felt as if you had traded one evil for another. Eventually, you lifted your head to stare at the ceiling. The stranger hadn’t said anything, and the pitch dark above was more desirable to the unknown.

You heard her sit down and felt her eyes watching you. The swimming in your head started to dissipate so you clocked her with a stare. The woman in front of you was angelic, in such a way that you figured Clint’s choking stunt had actually done you in.

Her stare was an unripe green rimmed in gold, her cheekbones carved from marble. There was a beautiful softness to her expression, and her deep red hair flowed over her shoulders in a waterfall of color. She was studying you, not phased by the cold of the room.

The woman wore a black t-shirt, deep slashes of ink peaking from the dip of the V-neck. You didn’t’ let your eyes linger long. It was a marking that you’d seen on Clints bicep and on Buckey’s hand. You hadn’t gotten a chance to clock it on the girl that was kept in their company.

“Is this the part where you come in with your good cop schtick?” You mumbled.

“Darling, Clint is the good cop.”

“Nice, I like it.” You rolled your shoulders back, fighting the stiffness “Bad cop and worse cop is much more effective.”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you for someone in your position. Thousands of dollars in debt and seemingly no way to pay back my money. It’s not a good spot to be in, Y/n.”

Natasha stood from the chair, her muscles straining at the action. In a fluid motion, she pulled a black standard issue handgun from the space between her skin and her jeans. She pumped the shaft, the sound echoed more than your quickened breathing.

She used the tip to push your chin up, forcing you to look into her unblinking eyes. You were a dead man, you knew that from her cold stare. You couldn’t look away, even if the option was given.

“Baby, I’ve been in this business for a long time.” Her breath was hot on your collarbone, a mix of mint and tobacco. “I know exactly the type that you are. I cater to your kind. More often than not, my clientele need a little bit of encouragement.”

The tip of her gun traced your jaw, her finger loosely on the trigger. It was cold against your collarbone, down the center of your breasts. She held it there, jaw set in stone.

“We’ll keep you here for a few days. Once you dry out a little, I’m sure you’ll suddenly come into the cash.”

“Dry out? You think I’m on drugs?”

The tip pushed hard enough into your sternum to make you let out a grunt of pain. “You hide it quite well, pet. I’m sure it won’t be as simple when you start to feel those withdraw symptoms. Money flows simple in this town when those cravings kick in.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her, despite the weapon that she was packing. A frown creased between her eyebrows, but she held it in place. “The hardest thing I’ve ever hit is a blunt in a high school rotation. That was your brilliant plan? Dry me out and then what? Search my backyard for jars filled with money. I don’t have it. I make 2.50 an hour at a diner.”

Natasha scrutinized you, eyes hard. She righted herself and pulled the gun away from your center before flipping on the safety and shoving it back into her jeans. She started to pace the length of the light.

“Bucky, he offered me a loan and I took it so I could pay the rent on an apartment for me and my daughter.” You said, voice quiet “I work thirteen hour shifts six days a week, and it’s still not enough. I’m not… I don’t know who you cater to, but I have a feeling it’s not someone like me.”

“No.” she crossed her arms over her chest, “It seems as if you’re an oversight.”

“Great,” you flexed your numbing fingers, “An oversight you’ll let go?”

Natasha shook her head, clenching and unclenching her jaw. “No, I’m afraid not.”

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Mafia's Mistress | N. R

Your life takes a drastic turn when you accidentally meet Natasha Romanoff, who lives a mysterious and seductive life behind her facade. Despite Natasha's initial resistance, your light and attraction ignite a fiery romance that sets both your worlds on fire. But as your love grows stronger, so does the danger, especially when you discover Natasha's true identity. Surrounded now by wealth and danger, you become the new center of Natasha's universe and your bond is put to the test.

Mafia Boss!Natasha Romanoff x CivilianYounger!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22), Blood, Gore, Angst, Fluff, So much Smut (BDSM, Daddy kink, strap-on use, rough sex, Punishments, oral, use of sex toys, multiple orgasm, overstimulation)

A/N: It's me again! My sweet Baby is almost 2 years old now, so it's time for something new. How about 365 days? Only...better? AND with a Woman? 🧎🏻‍♀️

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Part 2

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T H E D O G ' S F A L L - One shot.

Words count - 5,2k.

Tags & Warnings - mob boss!Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader, angst, harm/comfort, manipulation, mentions of blood/past abuses, human trafficking.

Summary - Anyone that can beat her in a fight will earn her, and Natasha intends to be the one, working hard to get what she thinks is hers. A dog can't fight for eternity, can it?

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N/A - It's the longest os I've wrote so far, took me a lot of time but it's enventually here so I really hope you'll enjoy it! If it's the case, don't hesitate to let me know by interacting with the post :)

It is at the back of that popular night club that everything is happening, where no one can see your distress except the one that enjoys it, where everyone is too busy having fun to pay attention to the veritable purpose of this building. On a dark corner that light never reaches, a man is guarding the most important secret of that place, and very few are the people he lets through; only rich and influential men and women get their ticket for this special spectacle that takes place here every night.

Down there, the loud music is replaced by the shouts of excited men that makes her sigh; why do they have to scream like animals? If she gets a few glances, no one dares to say anything as the infamous Black Widow is walking through the crowd to get to her place. She has blood on her back, people are whispering, some from admiration, others from fear, but no one stays indifferent - how could they? One of the most important mafia bosses of the city, but also one of the most discreet, is here. She has her reputation and, even if she is rarely seen, she is well-known, so none of the men dares to protest when she decides to take place in their lodge, chasing them out of the room. 

From here, she has a perfect view of the cage and, most importantly, of the Dog.

It is obvious that there is no way out of the ring, that you are trapped in that cage until one of these men’s victory - or your last breath - but, somehow, you still believe that defeating them will lead you out of that basement. So, not caring about how many of them are daring to step in your cage, you beat them, one by one. You watch the man you just defeated being escorted out of the cage so the next one could take his place - it gives you a few seconds to catch your breath. 

The world is spinning, you can’t even see the faces of your opponents, but you don’t give up. Even if the only thing you want is to curl up in the corner, crying for your mom, you can’t. You can’t because it will mean giving them your life. No, you need to be stronger than them, to pretend that you don’t feel the pain inflicted by their blows, to pretend that you are not bothered by the metallic taste of the blood in your mouth, they need to believe you could do that all night. But you are not foolish and you know damn well that you won’t last long. 

It is hard to focus on anything, even on breathing, because you are overwhelmed by a crew you can't even see, blinded by the lights; you are the spectacle. They all came to see the Dog fighting, hoping to witness its fall. They are shouting, mostly insults in Russian, whistling and clapping everytime something exciting is happening during a fight, but it won’t be enough to save you from that place. 

Oh, at first, they were cheering for you, but it slowly changed, people getting tired of seeing your pretty face every night. They thought you would be easy to break and hated to be proven wrong, and you perfectly know that the stakes have changed. It is no longer about giving them what they want, entertainment, it is purely about surviving and you noticed how the attitude of your opponents changed over the weeks, becoming more aggressive.

You were a champion, now you are just a little bitch they need to get rid of. 

The organization that threw you in that rat hole understood that as much as you did and, tonight, they changed the rules. Tonight, it'll be only you against the world, until they are tired of it. No break, no help, everytime one leaves, the next one is already stepping in the ring, as an endless torture. 

Tonight, she will be one of them. She has been looking at you hungrily since the first time she came here, and she knows that you will be hers by the end of the night, after all she came just for that, to take you home.

Even if she is here every night, you never had a chance to notice the woman. She was always sitting in the last row, observing you from her balcony, where she is hidden by the shadow, but she noticed you for sure. The time she came, it was only because of one of her associates that wanted to meet here specifically, she never left since. From the moment her eyes landed on you, she was unable to think about anything else, the way you were looking so innocent but so feroce at the same time got her heart. 

She sent a few of her best men, knowing they would lose, as a test, waiting for the moment it would be her turn to enter the cage. She never expected them to win and she would have killed them if they had the audacity to: she is the one that is supposed to defeat you, the only one that has the right to own you. The urge to possess you only grew stronger over the weeks, being deeper every time she came here, she wants to see you as you are breaking under her effect, to control every aspect of your life. 

So she patiently waited for the right time to come, she always liked a bit of challenge anyway, having a soft spot for things that are hard to get. She worked hard to get you, spending weeks observing every of your movements: she learned how you are fighting and your habits, she learned to read your body and face as if she was on your mind, and that’s the difference with the others: if you are a game for them, for her, you are a goal she must reach at all costs. 

As soon as your eyes laid on her, you knew she wouldn’t back up, somehing in the way she stepped in the cage already made all the difference. It is her confidence. It is the smirk on her face, a cocky one. It is the way her hands are stuck in her pockets while she is observing you. It is the slight sigh as she gets rid of her leather jacket. It is all these details that give the impression that she is just here to settle a formality, already certain of her victory.

Even the way she is moving has something unrealist. Every step, every look, is calculated and almost imperceptible. Usually, you would step forward, ready to fight even before they entered the cage to show them you are not afraid, but this time? You can’t help but instinctively step back when she enters. The movement was slight, as you were already leaning the grid but she noticed it, the way her aura is pressuring you, and she loves it.

As soon as the door was closed, your fate was sealed.

It all happened really fast because she knew exactly what to do, she prepared for that moment. You quickly realized that you were right: the woman had nothing in common with the men you were fighting against earlier, you never stood a chance to win that fight. The realization is more painful than the blows she is currently throwing at you. Every punch you try to land, she knows exactly how to dodge it. As if she was on your mind, she knows exactly where to hit to get you weak, stealing your breath and your strenght, having you on your knees then laying on the floor in less than a few minutes. 

At first, you tried to get up, to fight, but she is faster than you are, and wiser, and stronger, and more trained. She is being pretty much better in everything. Soon your vision is so blurry that you can’t see anything, you are feeling so weak that even moving your fingers or keeping your eyes open is just too much. 

"Stay still,” she quietly ordered when she noticed you were struggling against her grip - she had you pinned down on the ground by pressing her foot on your back and grabbed your hair to lift a bit your head. "You're going to be mine no matter what, so don't make things harder for yourself, honey." 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

You hear the countdown but, this time, it is not your victory that is announced, it is hers. As soon as her name is shouted by the crew, her grip releases your hair but you simply don't have the strength to move, the news leaves a void in your chest. The pain, but mostly this feeling of emptiness, is keeping you frozen in place. She owns you, and this simple idea is sending shivers through your whole body. You don't realize yet what is happening, thinking that, maybe, it is just a cruel joke on you, and it explains the lack of reaction when she asks you to get up; she needs to grab your arm and lift to get you on your feet. 

You stumble, fighting the urge to vomit. Your brain can barely process what is happening, especially when you realize that your feet are not touching the ground anymore. In her arms, you are nothing more than a rag doll, silent and motionless, barely having the energy to keep your eyes open. 

"She is not for sale,” she coldly said, her voice bringing you back to reality. As she was on her way to get out of the night club, some men were offering the woman outrageous amounts of money in the hope of getting you, they all backed up once she coldly glanced at them. "No one will ever take you away from me, do you hear that, love? You are safe as long as you’re with me," she then whispered in your ears. 

You drift into unconsciousness as soon as the car starts, despite the woman that kept begging you to keep your eyes open, the way she was cadling you not helping. You just had enough time to notice the men sitting at the front of the black van, both armed and intimidating, before falling into darkness. 

You opened your eyes again when the car stopped in an alley. It is late, the sun gave its throne to the moon a long time ago and, even if you can't tell what time it is, you know it is the middle of the night. How many hours did you spend down there, fighting for your life? The question makes you sick because the only answer is too many. All these hours for nothing because, no matter how hard you triee, you loose. You were never supposed to win their twisted game, you never got a chance and you slowly realize that the promised freedom was just a lure. For weeks you believed them, you played along their rules, thinking it was the only way to get your life back.

And here you are, in the arms of your new owner, a woman you know nothing about but that now has every rights on you, even if you will live depends exclusively on the redhead's choices. The fear twists your stomach, the humiliation clenches your throat and the exhaustion makes your eyes burning, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, you repeat in your head, but you don't know for how long you will be able to keep your tears for yourself.  

The woman is not looking at you at all, she is concentrating on not falling as she is walking to the house, barely seeing where her feet are landing. You, however, can't help but observe every detail of her face, noticing how serious her expression is. You are trying to guess how your life is going to be by her side, but you can't, she is a complete mystery and you hate that.

A part of you wants to go back in that basement. It may have been a living hell, but you had your habits, you knew how to survive, now you will have to learn everything again. 

You notice that two armed persons are guarding the front door and, when you pass by them, they exchange a few words in Russian. You can't understand a word of what they are saying, but you guess they are greeting the woman, beside some insults, you don't know a lot and only because that's how they used to call you.

The inside of the penthouse is exactly as you imagined it: expensive, tidy and minimalist. You never felt comfortable in that kind of environment, it always reminded you that you will never have a place in that sphere, you are nothing more than their animal, a dog that does everything they want. 

Once inside, you almost expected her to drop you on the floor but she didn't. Her grip is strong, as if she doesn't want to let you go, that's because she is scared too. She exchanged a few words in Russian with a woman before heading upstairs. 

Your eyes closed because of the light, you don't see much more of the house, nor of where you are going. You can feel that she climbs the stairs, takes a few turns and walks through a door before she eventually lets you go. It is with care that she sits you on the floor of the bathroom. 

"Here we are," she whispered, "you can open your eyes, love," she added when she noticed they were still closed. If you can't see her smile, you can feel her hand brushing your cheek. 

For weeks you didn't see anything else than pitch darkness and the dimmed light of the basement where you were fighting, it is great to eventually be able to see something else. She even made sure to not turn the big light on, only a small one in the corner that diffuses a subdued light. Somehow, she knows exactly what to do to make you feel comfortable. 

"Let me help you," she said, coming closer to kneel in front of you when she realized you couldn't take your bath alone.

On the way home, she sent a message for one of her maids to run a bath for you to enjoy when you arrived. The mirrors fog up and a scent of jasmine fills the room, but even if the idea of taking a bath sounds good, you don't move. You are curled at the exact place she left you in, your knees against your chest.

You are like a dog, but nothing like a fighting one, she thought when she saw how you tried to back up when she reached for your shirt.

"I am not going to do anything," she quietly said, trying to sooth you by using a gentle tone and caressing your cheek with her thumb. "I am going to help you to get rid of those rags so you can get a bath, okay? Then, we can clean your wounds and have a good meal, does this sound good?" she asked and you slowly nodded. 

She helps you to get rid of your clothes that are closer to rags honestly as they have holes in them, the fabric being soaked in dirt, blood and sweat, sticking to your skin. You never felt so vulnerable than right now, under her serious gaze, what is she thinking about? It is impossible to guess but you can feel her eyes on your body as she looks you up and down. A quick glance which allows her to take a mental note about all your injuries.

"What are you doing?" she chuckled, when her eyes didn’t land on your chest but on your crossed arms - you were trying to hide, how cute. "How silly you are,” she whispered when noticing you didn't seem to understand what she was talking about, "thinking you can hide like that."

Her tone sounded too sweet for it to genuinely be and there is something behind her gentle tone that is rigging alarms in your head. You can't tell what it is exactly, but there is that weird feeling, your instinct screaming at you to be careful when your body just wants to give up and be in her arms, ‘cause what could go wrong?

She takes your hands to pull them away from your chest so you can’t hide from her anymore. Her grip is firm, just a little too strong so you understand that, despite her sweet smile, she won't hesitate to be harsh with you if you don’t behave. However, she still seems to be extra careful while moving you, as if you were a porcelain doll, because for nothing in the world she would hurt her fragile princess. She  slowly takes your arms away so she can give a glance at all your injuries. What she sees makes her sigh, she seems about to say something but keeps her words for herself ; you should have been more careful. 

She helped you to get in the bath and it was a nice moment, a few minutes you got for yourself because, surprisingly, she let you bathe yourself alone. Oh, she wasn’t far away, just at the other end of the room, keeping a close eye on you at every time, but dealing with something on her phone. She would occasionally comment on the way you were doing things, talking you throught it so you can shower the proper way, her way. Once you are done, she wraps you on a soft towel, bandages your wounds and gives you clothes that are hers, a hoodie and a short, and you can’t help but notice how good they are smelling, how comfortable you are feeling in these.

"Did you say something?" she genuinely asked, turning to you because she was sure she heard you mumbling a few words. 

She was talking about your life here, talking almost alone as you weren’t really talkative, but thinking she would miss the words you whisepered was a mistake because she never misses anything.

"Nothing important," you replied, but this answer doesn't seem to please the woman, something twitching in her eyes, coming from soft to sharp.

"When I ask you a question, you reply to it, am I clear?” she said, immediately leaving what she was doing to come close to you and grab your chin.  “You are not the one that gets to decide what’s important, your small brain can't handle big decisions and that's why I am here. I mean, see how it got you to be by yourself …" she continued, looking at you with disdain, as if she was thinking that it is only your fault if you ended up in that rat hole, caught in human trafficking. “I am here to give you a second chance and you better take it ‘cause it may be the last… so don't talk to me like that ever again, did I make myself clear enough?"

The only answer you are able to give her is a whining accompanied by a sniffle and she obviously doesn’t like that. Even if you tried your hardest to not let those tears rolling down your cheeks, you can’t help it, her harsh words only making things worse because you are already hating to disapoint the woman. 

"If I knew you would cry, I would've sold you ..", she sighed in annoyance, her nails digging into your skin, "I hate cry-babies, understand?" she asked, but it wasn’t not a question: it was a warning. "The fighter I saw in that ring must be here when I am back," she coldly added before releasing the pressure she was exerting on your face.

She leaves, slamming the door shut so you easily understand that she is upset with you reacting that way. She has done everything she could in order to help you to be comfortable here : she gave you a bath and clothes, cleaned your wounds, promised you a meal and a bed, even gave you comfort but it still doesn't seem to be enough because you were crying as if she was some sort of monster, and she can't bear that vision. She tried to repeat to herself that you are just tired, that things are going to get better with time but it doesn’t calm her down. Whether you want it or not, she will make sure that, one way or another, you will accept her and she won't hesitate to use the hard way if she has to. 

When she comes back, she notices that didn't move an inch, scared by what the woman could say and impressed by the bedroom. But it didn’t prevent your eyes from wandering around the room. It is really minimalist, there is nothing that could give you a hint about the person she is, everything is exactly where it should be, not a speck of dust and no personal objects. It feels like a hotel room more than hers.

When you hear the door, your gaze settles on the woman. Your knees are bent against your chest as if it could protect you from all the dangers of the world. She probably left you for only five minutes, but they felt like hours. Your thoughts had time to run while waiting for her : what about trying to escape? But it never worked, it’s always a dead end, a path to regrets because they always find you, making sure you won’t even think about doing it again and, if they do not find you, it's someone else. You learned that there is no escape and gave up on going back to your old life a long time ago. It is not even the fear of the armed men that is keeping you here, it's the void in you when you think about what you would do if you were free again, nothing. Nothing because you forgot how to live on your own. So you didn't move, not even a finger because she didn't ask you to do it, only being a dog that lives for its masters' will.

But what piques your curiosity is more the tray in her hands than anything else. As soon as she enters the room, closing the door behind her with her foot, a pleasant smell spreads through the room. You can see many things on the tray she brought back : a glass of water, some pills, a bowl of steaming soup with bread and a plate with rice, vegetables and chicken. When was the last time you ate a real meal? Long enough for you to not remember what it was.

"Eat." she said as she put the tray on your knees.

It smells good. That's the first thought that crossed your mind when you saw the plate. For a moment, you forget about the past hours; when was the last time you got a real meal? You can't remember, not even a fragment of a memory. 

You would eat what your owners give you, eat quickly before they come back, never knowing what you are eating nor when the next meal would be; you learned to not ask too many questions. At first, it was difficult to accept such a fate: you would refuse to even taste the food they were giving to you, but it didn't last long. Eventually, you started to eat - inhale - anything you were given without thinking twice about it.

Tonight, for the first time in years, you are going to eat something else than the leftovers of someone you don't even know. Tonight, you won't have to be scared about your food being stolen. Tonight, you can even see the smoke, a sign that your meal is still hot, freshly cooked and maybe homemade.

"I-," you started, but she didn't let you finish your sentence, your lips barely had time to move that she already cut you, leaving no place for an argument.

I am not hungry, you were about to say, and she somehow knew it. She also knew it was a lie, your stomach has been painfully twisted because of that sick feeling for days, but the knot is also caused by your fears. 

It all feels a bit too perfect. It feels like a trap, a way to encourage you to let your guard down only to break you after, making the fall harder. Some did that in the past, why not her? She doesn't look less cruel than the others. Yet, when she is talking, she seems more genuine, you could believe her when she says she only wants what's best for you, that she cares, she just has a twisted way to show it. 

"Yes, you are, so eat, now," she ordered you with such a cold tone that you don't dare to argue. There are all these warnings she doesn't say out loud but you can read in her eyes: just do whatever I tell you, pretty girl, they say. 

And, for sure, you don't want to face the consequences of your insubordination. So you slowly take the fork, not glancing away for one second, your eyes into hers. You are looking at every detail of her expression as if it would change, telling you that it is a trap, except it doesn't and her expression stays stern. It is impossible to read anything on her face, not even a hint of how she is feeling.

You take the first bit, carefully swallowing and… nothing happens. You don't feel weird, it doesn't taste bad and she doesn't snap at you for a small imaginary mistake you would have made. It is the complete opposite. The food is really good, melting on your tongue, and you start to eat quickly, not because you have to, but because you want to. For the first time in years, eating is a pleasure. 

She sighed when she noticed that you were inhaling your food, but she didn't say anything; she will have all the time later to change that habit of you. So she just stood there for a few seconds, observing you in silence, with her arms crossed, before sitting next to you - that's when you broke eye contact, once she was sure you would eat everything. 

As you are eating, she is barely paying attention to you, at least that's the impression she is giving. One of her arms wrapped around your shoulder, her hand is absently drawing circles on your skin while she is on her phone, dealing with something serious - you can hear her frustrated sighs from time to time.

Except she sees everything and your mistake was to not be careful enough around the woman. A little because of your clumsiness, mainly because of how fast you were eating, you dropped a bit of your food on the floor. You didn't think it was a big deal, picking it up to put it back on the plate. Three seconds rules, dropped on a clean floor, you don't have very high standards anyway - but she does. She turned to you the moment she felt you were moving, a curious, but disgusted, look on her face.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her hand grabbing your wrist before you could drop the bit of food on your plate. She moves your hand on the side of the tray, far from your plate, before you even get a chance to reply. "Drop it," she ordered to you, "that's gross, hope you weren't going to eat that." 

You shake your head, too scared to do anything else, but she knows you are lying; of course you were about to eat it. You spent the past years living like a fighting dog, you would eat anything she would give you, you might even eat directly from the dirty floor if she asked you to. She winces in disgust, not letting your hand go.

"Give me that," she snarled and you can feel how her grip tightened on your wrist to force you to give the fork away.

She then takes the tray that was in front of you to put it on her side of the bed, you are looking at her, scared she would definitely take your meal away. You are about to protest when she notices it and glances at you, daring you to say a word, you don't. 

"Come here," she said, gesturing you to come closer, she even grabbed your arm to guide you when she noticed you were hesitant to move.

She sits you between her legs and you are clearly uncomfortable, wiggling, but if she notices it, she doesn't seem to care. She is so close to you that you can feel her breath tickling your skin, but she keeps acting like nothing is weird here. When she leans to cut your food, you can feel her chest pressing against your back, the contact making your heart races. Too focused on how close you are to the woman, you barely noticed when she approached the fork from your mouth, waiting for you to open. It takes one more second for you to understand what she is waiting for and, when you do, you blush in embarrassment. She takes advantage of you opening your mouth to say something to feed you, and you don't dare to push her away. 

"Can't even eat alone, hm?" she whispered in your ear while you were chewing the bit of food she just gave you, "but that's fine, I am here now," she added, and there is something in her tone that makes you shiver.

Once she made sure you ate everything, she wrapped her arms around you, laying a kiss on your temple. It is strange how safe you are feeling in her embrace: for a few seconds you forget she is the one that beat you earlier. Right now, she is just someone that cares for you, with whom you feel at peace. You can't remember the last time someone made you feel that way, you can barely remember your life before entering the human trafficking circuit.

You don’t really know when you fell asleep, but your eyes were quick to close under the effects of her fingers running on your hair and of her voice whispering sweet words in your ears. At some point, a maid came to take the empty tray away and the woman layed the both of you in the bed, under the covers, trying her best to not wake you up. This night, you slept in a comfy bed, feeling protected in the arms of the woman despite the things she did, not even thinking one second about pushing away her hands that found their way under your sweatshirt, resting on your stomach. 

The Dog fell right into the Black Widow’s web.

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21 Questions || Attention to Detail

Pairing: FBI! Wanda Maximoff x Mafia Boss! Reader

Summary: Agent Maximoff has always been great at her job and reading people. After solving a rather difficult case with co-worker, Agent Romanoff, Wanda took a vacation to Greece, where she met Y/n, who was also taking a vacation from work. A little fun never hurt anybody, right?

Adult & Dark Themes | Smut | 18 + ONLY! | She/They pronouns | Language Warning | Mentions of Drinking | 4.7K | 

Top! Wanda, Bottom! Reader, Mommy Kink, Reader has a penis, protected sex, oral (both receiving), slight degradation.

Notes: Flashbacks and/or memories are italic & have “~” before and after.

AC: Just want to give a H U G E thank you to @daddynattt for helping me with this chapter, you can all thank her for Wanda giving you mind blowing (literally) head. 

21 Questions Masterlist

"Sorry about that" you smiled as you entered the meeting room and took a seat at the end of the table. You tried to keep your eyes from staring a little too long at the agent you thought was a high school teacher. "A-are you sure it's him?" you asked, looking at agent Romanoff. The red head nodded while she took in your body language, "we understand you were young when he went missing but we'd like to ask you a few questions. Anything you can remember about him can help the investigation" she explained. 

"Investigation?" you frowned, "he was murdered?" 

"Yes, we're sorry. We are still determining cause of death but from the skeletal remains, it was very clear he was murdered" Natasha replied in a soft but caring tone. 

"I'm sorry, skeletal? I haven't seen my father since I was 14, not a single word and now you're telling me he's dead and he's a skeleton" 

"We understand this is a difficult time right now and we're sorry that we don't have a lot of news to tell you. Once we know more, you will be the first to know" Wanda inserted herself. You looked at her for a brief moment and nodded, "well, if there anything I can to help. What can I tell you?" you asked, now looking between the two women. 

"We will try to make this as easy as possible" Natasha replied as she took out her note pad. You felt the burning of Wanda's stare, it was clear to you that she hadn't told her co-worker that she knew you. "Do you remember the last time you saw your father?" Natasha asked, her pen ready to dot down any words that would leave your lips. 

You took a deep breath in as you thought back to the last time you saw your father, not a pleasant memory but it was all that came to mind. "Uhm, I had just gotten home from school and he was arguing with somebody over the phone. I remember going straight to the kitchen to grab a snack. We had a personal chef at the time so I spent some time in kitchen waiting" you explained, your eyes dropped to the glass of water in front of you that Kate had kindly left. 

"Do you know who he was on the phone too or what the argument was about?" Wanda asked, leaning forward slightly. 

"It was always about money. He never really seemed to have time for me, or my mother for that matter. So I guess, growing up I learnt to ignore the arguing that came from his office but I always knew it was about money or business. I don't know if he was talking this person, but he said the name Arthur very aggressively before he hung up" 

"That's great, names are good. Uh, I'm sorry to bring this up but your mother, she passed away in a very short time before your father went missing. How was he dealing with that?" Agent Romanoff questioned as she finished writing a sentence on her note pad. Wanda noticed the way you slowly looked up at Natasha, slightly chewing on your bottom lip from the inside and how you shifted slightly in your seat. 

"I don't know" you replied, looking directly at Natasha. "He never showed any sort of grief from what I can remember" you added. Wanda saw how uncomfortable you seemed on the topic of your mother; you reached for your glass of water and took a sip as agent Romanoff took more notes on your answer. "Before your father went missing, he had some issues with Senator Benjamin Arthur and again, we understand you were young at the time but if there is anything you can remember about anybody hanging around the house or maybe you were approached by a stranger? Anything can help a lot" Natasha asked as she looked up at you. 

Your eyes looked between the agents once more before you shook your head, "I'm sorry, I don't remember anything. My father's business was exactly that, his business. I went to school, I came home, I did my homework and if he was having a good day, we'd go get pancakes or ice cream before dinner. He barely ever treated me like his child and when he did" you paused and let your eyes drop to a spot on the table in front of you. Silence filled the room for a moment as you gathered your thoughts, both agents trained to watch your body language and anything that might seem a little odd to them. "When he did, it was one of the best days I'd have in a while" you finally spoke, slowly looking up at the two women. 

"Thank you for your time, Y/n. We'll let you have some space but please, if there is anything that comes to mind about your father that may be helpful, here are our cards. Call us anytime" Natasha replied with a soft but warm smile as she handed you her card with her details on it, Wanda slid hers across to you before both agents stood them their seats. "I'll be sure to let you know, thank you for coming up. I'm sorry if I wasn't much help" you replied as you also stood from your seat, "Kate will escort you out" you added giving them a light smile before sending Kate a slight nod through the glass window.

You watched as the agents were led to the elevator before you made your way back to your office where Kate shortly ended, closing the door behind her. "Everything okay?" she asked, seeing the troubling look on your face as you downed a mouthful of whisky, almost slamming your glass on your desk. 

"They found him" you looked up at your best friend. 

"Are you sure?" Kate walked up to the two leather seats in front of your desk, making herself comfortable as you began to pour you both a glass, sliding it to her, nodding. "They're investigating" you muttered before downing your drink once more. 

"Shit" Kate gasps before she sips her drink, "are you okay?" she asked. 

"Can you lock up this evening? There's something I need to do, I need to talk to Pa, I need to tell him" You replied. Kate shook her head, "of course, anything you need I'm here"

With Kate's word, you gathered your things and gave her a hug before leaving. You dreaded telling your grandfather that his only son was finally found after 13 years, although you always suspected he knew that your father was either dead or never returning. As for you, you weren't sure how to feel. Part of you felt relief, closure even but another part of you felt anger, sadness. 

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Wanda and Natasha returned to their office, both debriefing the crime scene and the notes Natasha took from your answers. New evidence and test results had come back in their absence, fingerprints from the set of keys belonged to the Senator, Benjamin Arthur and forensics were able to find the rest of your father's skull. 

Before going to pay to the now retired Senator, Benjamin, Natasha and Wanda spent most of the afternoon looking over the crime scene photos, evidence and taking a fresh, closer look at the old evidence and case file. 

"We have to question Sergei's father, Pavel. He was the last one to see Sergei alive" Natasha breaks the deep silence between the two. Wanda ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at her co-worker and nodded. Her mind unable to shake you as she tried to process the shook of seeing you. "Yeah, I agree. Tomorrow we'll go see Benjamin" she replied, closing the case file in front of her. 

--Later That Evening—

Music from your playlist played softly in the background as you checked the roast dinner you were making, tossing the vegetables to ensure they were cooking all the way through. A soft knock at your door made you pause the current song, and placing the roast back in the oven, wiping your hands on your apron before answering the door. 

"Agent Maximoff, this is a surprise" you greeted the woman. 

"We need to talk" she replied, sternly. 

"You're just in time, dinner isn't too far off" you open your door wider for the agent to enter your home. She walked in slowly, the smell of your dinner welcoming her better than you had. "Can I get you a drink?" you asked, walking ahead of her and returning back to the kitchen. 

"I'm not here as friend" Wanda replied, watching you tidy up the island in front of you. "We have to talk about Gr-"

"No" you looked up at her and shook your head, "We'll talk about it over dinner. You owe me that much" you added, not breaking eye contact. A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before Wanda gave you a light nod, "okay. Dinner that is all"

"Just dinner" you turned on your heels, grabbing a clean glass from the cupboard, "A drink?" you asked. 

"Water will be fine, thank you" Wanda's eyes traveled around your kitchen, allowing herself to take in the way your home looked. If the situation were different, she would've complemented your taste in art and the beautiful red oak kitchen island that was littered with the mess of your cooking. She watched as you handed her a glass of water before returning your attention to the vegetables that were on the stove. 

"You can take your coat off if you'd like" you spoke, feeling her eyes watching you. 

"I'm fine" Wanda replied before taking a mouthful of water. You grabbed two plates and some cutlery before turning around to face the agent, you smiled softly. "Another ten minutes and it should be ready, I'll just set the table. Do you want a tour?" you asked. 

Wanda shook her head lightly, "I just came here to talk. The quicker we can do that, the quicker we can move forward"

"What is there to move forward from, tell me" You walked by her, placing the plates on the table. Wanda followed behind you, "you know exactly what I'm talking about" she replied as you pulled a chair out for her. 

"You'll have to refresh my mind, I just had some terrible news today, so things aren't exactly great" 

"So, it was terrible" Wanda raised a brow, pulling out the other chair and taking a seat.

"My father was found, dead and confirmed to have been murdered. I'm not exactly cheerful about it" 

"You had me fooled" Wanda looked up at you, her eyes followed you as you returned to the kitchen, turning off the oven and stove. "My father wasn't the best man so forgive me for not being overly hysterical about it" you looked across the room to her, "besides, your off duty, right? Let's not talk about my father. Would you like gravy?" you added. The woman nodded, brushing your comment off. 

Silence once again filled the room as you dished up the roaster dinner, kindly placing the food in the center of the table for you both to help yourselves before taking a seat across from Wanda. "It looks lovely, thank you" Wanda broke the silence, she was never raised to have bad table manners and not that she wanted to truly let you know but she hadn't eaten all day and the smell of the feed you made only made her more hungry, grateful that you forced her to stay for dinner. 

"You have a fancy role for a high school teacher" 

"How was I supposed to know that I'd come and see you? You were just a stranger in a bar that" she stopped herself some saying anything more.

"That what? Had sex with?" You finished her sentence, her eyes dropped to the plate of food in front of her, tossing a carrot back and forth with her fork. "I didn't mean it like that" she replied, "my co-worker, agent Romanoff, she can't know. Nobody can. I know we slept together before all of this, but they won't see it like that. I should've told my boss the moment I saw you that I shouldn't be working your father's case." 

"Then why didn't you?" you asked. Wanda slowly looked back up at you, unable to answer. "You think it about, don't you? That night, you and I" you lent back in your chair while Wanda sat in silence, "tell me it plays on your mind" you added. 

"I should go. I'm sorry" Wanda stood from her seat, you quickly did the same and followed the woman to the front door. "Don't go" you gently grabbed her arm, "it's okay" you added when she looked at you once more. She shook her head, "it's unprofessional" she replied softly. 

You couldn't help yourself, brushing a lock of her long brown hair gently behind her ear, "I think about it too" you said in an almost whisper, wanting nothing more than to feel your lips on her skin again. "We can't" she stepped back, her back up against your front door. You stepped closer to her, gently placing your hands on her hips, your eyes flickering to her plump lips. "I can't get you off my mind, the things we did, the way you were" you paused, leaning slightly forward until your lips connected with the naked skin of her neck. Without control, Wanda lifted her head up, giving you more access, letting out a soft moan as you kissed up to her jaw.

"Please, I need you" you whispered, kissing her cheek before pausing your movements to look at her lips, "nobody has to know, I promise" you added. Her lips never looked more kissable then right now, running her tongue over them as she brought her hands up to your face, cupping you gently. "Nobody" she repeated, you nodded, "not a soul" you assured her before crashing your lips onto hers. 

Wanda kissed you back with hunger, filling your mouth with her tongue while you lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around your waist, never breaking the deep kiss as you carried her to your bedroom. 

"You're so sweet darling" Wanda smiled against your lips as you laid her gently on your bed before she flipped the two of you over, straddling your waist while looking down at you. "Do you always think you're in control?" she asked, chewing at her bottom lip. Her hands running down your clothed chest, smirking at you before she ripped your shirt open. You shook your head, "use your words, tell me. Do you always think you're in control?" she asked you once more as she began to unbutton her shirt, one by one. 

"No" you replied, watching the way her hands moved quickly from button to button. "Yes, what?" she frowned before pulling her work shirt off and throwing it to the floor then unclasping her bra. "No, mommy" you smirked when she looked at you once more. When she looked into your eyes, she completely forgot how unprofessional and wrong this was, but the memories of how she had you eating out of the palm of her hand in Greece were enough to keep the guilt from flushing in. 

Wanda smiled softly as she crawled off you and completely removed her pants along with her panties, throwing them both on top of her shirt before crawling back on top of you, undoing the belt from your waist. "Hands out" she looked up at you with a light smirk. She didn't need to ask twice; you placed your hands out in front of you ready for Wanda to use your belt to tie your wrists together. "Keep them above your head, can you do that for mommy?" she asked, placing your wrists above your head as you nodded, "yes mommy, just want to be your good girl" you replied while she hoovered above you. 

"Oh, baby, you're such a good girl for me" she kissed your lips softly, "mommy is going to use this pretty mouth of yours and you're going to keep those hands still, no touching. Do you understand?" She leant back, straddling your waist once more, waiting for your answer. 

"Just wanna please you mommy, I'll be good" you replied, completely breaking for her. Not even assumed to show this woman who you barely knew, a whole side of you that nobody else ever saw. 

"That's a good girl" Wanda smiled before moving up your body, her legs resting on either side of your face giving you the perfect view of her glistening pussy. Her warm scent made you crave her even more than before, you watched as she lowered herself on your lips, letting out a moan as you began to twirl your tongue around her clit. "That's right baby, show mommy how good you want to be for her, let mommy cum all over your tongue" her words were muffled as you continued to eat her out. 

Every now and then dipping your tongue into her hole just to hear her moan, to feel her grip on your hair tighten. "Mm, baby, you're going to make mommy cum, keep going!" she moaned before she began to ride your face, her free hand toying with her hardened nipples while her other hand stayed running through your hair for support. With every moan, Wanda moved faster, grinding against your tongue, pinching her nipples harder, gripping your hair tighter as her moans got louder. "F-fuck baby, I'm cumming!" she moaned once more before letting her orgasm take its cause. 

That didn't stop you, you continued to lap at her wet folds until she removed herself from your lips. "Somebody was hungry" she smirked before kissing your cum covered lips, cleaning herself off of them before biting your bottom lip. "Mommy, please, m' so hard" you looked at her. Your cock begging to be released from your boxers as your bulge had grown bigger by the second. 

"Awh, baby, is this all for me?" Wanda bit her bottom lip as she sat beside you, running her hand up your leg and brushing over your bulge. You nodded with need, "only you get me this hard" you admitted as you heard her unzip your flyer. "Since you were so good for mommy, how about I give you a little treat, mm? Mommy will make it all better" Wanda replied before helping herself to remove your pants and pulling your boxers down passed your knees, letting your cock spring free. 

You kept your hands above your head and watched as Wanda grabbed your length with one hand, a soft moan left your lips at her touch. She teasingly stroked you while looking up at you, your eyes closed as you grew harder at her touch. "Do you want mommy to suck you off? Wanna feel my mouth wrapped around your cock?" You couldn't stop the needy whimper from tumbling out of your mouth, nodding your head yes as you opened your eyes to see her making her way onto her knees in front of you. "Please mommy! I want your mouth" Wanda smirks at the neediness of your tone, she's got you right where she wants you. 

"Shh, mommy will take care of you, stay still and look pretty while I make you feel good" 

Your body instantly jerks as you feel her mouth wrap itself around your tip, your pre-cum causing Wanda to moan around you making you let out a moan as well. The feel of her warm mouth feels like heaven, it feels like nothing you have ever felt before, and you're scared that you may not last too long. 

"Fuck.. your mouth feels so good" she takes her time, teasing you as she softly sucks on your tip while looking up at you with hungry eyes. "Mommy please.." She smiles around you and slowly takes you deeper, moving her mouth lower while maintaining eye contact with you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

"Oh God.. I'm not sure how much longer I can last" You are surprised at how well she can take you, you are not small by any means. Being 9 inches long and pretty girthy, you're shocked as she takes you deeper and deeper, desperate and needy moans coming out of your mouth as she takes all of you, her nose hitting your abdomen. The sounds of her gagging around your cock sends chills up your spine, and you're about to cum down her throat. 

"Fuck! Mommy.. I-I'm gonna cum" you feel her hands sliding up and down your bare thighs, encouraging you to let go into her mouth as she stays there with your cock shoved down her throat. You grab onto her head with tied together hands, moaning loudly as you keep her head in place as you release into her mouth, spurts of cum shooting down her throat. She rides out your orgasm, greedily swallowing everything you give her, the taste of your cum causing her to moan.

"Just as sweet as last time" Wanda looked up at you before crawling on top, straddling your waist, "and a little more than I remember, have you been having trouble baby?" she asks, giving you a moment to gather yourself. You nodded softly with embarrassment causing her to chuckle, "it's not funny" you groaned. 

"Since we last, you know" you paused for a moment as Wanda brushed your baby hairs from your face, "go on darling, tell me." She whispered, sending another shiver down your spine. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and it causes problems" you look at her, "problems only you can fix"

"Well, let's stop the chit chat and fix all those problems you've been having" Wanda smirked before pressing her lips against yours. A faint taste of your cum made you moan softly, remembering just moments ago how well the agent took you. Her hands reached to unbuckle your belt from your wrists, "protection?" she asked. You nodded and waited for your wrists to become free before opening your bedside drawer to grab a condom. 

Without hesitation, Wanda grabbed the wrapper from you and ripped it open with her teeth. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip while keeping eye contact with you as she so effortlessly rolled the condom onto your dick. "Why'd you lie?" you asked, out of curiosity, Wanda shook her head and hushed you with a hungry kiss, biting your bottom lip as she pulled away. 

Her lips kept you distracted while her hands worked on guiding you inside her, she moaned as you stretched her out, kissing you once more as she allowed her body to sink onto you until you bottomed out inside her. "I think about you" she whispered against your lips as you moaned softly at the slight moments over her hips. "I knew it" you smirked before you placed your hands on her hips, Wanda moaned once more as she sped up her actions, riding you just like she did in Greece. 

"F-fuck I've craved this!" she moaned, throwing her head back while her hands landed on top of yours, forcing you to make her ride you harder. "Go on baby, show me how you need it" she spoke, "just this once" she added. 

You felt like you were above the clouds, buried deep inside her like you'd been craving since you left her hotel room that afternoon. With a bit of force, you helped her grind harder against you, her moans made you believe you were going something good until she chuckled. "You're weak baby" she removed your hands, "I'll do it myself" she added before she began to bounce up and down on your length, you gasped at the way her pussy clenched around you, making it almost impossible to keep yourself from cumming too soon. 

"M-mommy, slow down! I'm not going to last" you moaned, your fists gripping the bedsheets until your knuckles went white. "Cum for me baby, I'm not done with yet! Cum with me!" Wanda moaned before you felt her pussy milk you for every last drop the condom caught. In the heat of the moment, you didn't care about anything but making sure her pleasure was dragged out, sitting up, you wrapped your arms around her and began to thrust your hips into her while your lips connected with her neck.

"Oh f-fuck!" she moaned, her nails scratching at your back, "keep going baby, don't you dare fucking stop!" she added while digging her nails into you harder. 

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"You asked me why I lied" Wanda spoke softly as she pulled apart the small bread roll on her plate. You almost too distracted by her wearing one of your oversized tees as the two of you finally got around to the roast dinner you made hours ago. "Would you have still spoken to me that night if I told you I worked for the FBI?" she added, looking at you with her big green eyes that you now were able to really admire.

"Yes" you replied in a soft tone and a light nod. 

"You're lying, again" Wanda's eyes dropped to the roasted pork between the two of you. "Would you have spoken to me if I said that I noticed you days before I came up to you at the bar?" you asked her, your eyes not moving an inch as she slowly looked up at you. "I had a drink at the bar every night, came in two days before and had dinner. I remember the way your eyes looked in the shitty lighting, almost like they were the brightest thing in the room. I wanted to talk to you right then and there, but you looked so peaceful with your book, I didn't want to interrupt you. But when you came in that night and sat at the bar by yourself, I wasn't going to let another moment slide. So, yes, I would've still spoke to you if you had of been honest" you explained. 

A moment of silence was shared between you both, it was awkward or anything as such but you could tell Wanda was trying to keep her guard up and not allow herself to peel a layer of herself back for you. 

"Did you know green diamonds exist?" you asked, breaking the silence. Wanda shook her head, "aren't they like altered to look green?" she questions causing you to chuckle. "No, they are do exist and they are so rare that less than ten get sold a year. I've only ever seen 1. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever see and I don't want to sound cheesy but that diamond doesn't come near as close to you" 

Wanda smiled ever so softly that quickly dropped after a moment, "if things were different, I'd be different, but I can't, I'm sorry. You're really, really sweet and we've had fun, but we really can't do this" you could hear the disappointment in her voice even though she tried her best to hide it. "I need to know that you can act like we're never met. When we find out who killed your father, you'll never see me again, do you understand?" 

You couldn't help but sigh, "never met you, never slept with you. Got it" your eyes dropped slightly. Wanda stood up from her seat, "I get changed and go, t-thank you for –"

"It's fine. Take your time" you replied before watching her wander back to your bedroom. While Wanda changed into her original clothes, you tidied the kitchen and dining room. "We'll be touch. We spoke to your grandfather today, again, I'm sorry" Wanda's voice entered the kitchen as you turned to face her, giving her a nod, letting the room fill with silence again as Wanda let herself out. 

Once your front door closed, you reached for your phone, texting Kate. 

"We need to talk. Come over, now."

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[myfictionaldreams]

I know it's already november but i've been so behind and off tumblr BUTTT what do you think our little mafia!stucky trio went as for halloween 🤭🤭🤭 i think there was def some public costumes and some just to wear at home

Sorry, it's taken me a few days to answer this! I absolutely loved trying to think of answers for this, as there were so many options I could have gone with! Thank you for sending this ♥

“Please come out of the toilet; I promise the others won’t laugh. You’ll look great!” you shout through the thick bathroom door, cheeks aching from the amount you’re smiling.

A snicker echoes across the room, and you glare pointedly at the man adjusting his green shirt, hardy attempting to hold back his laugh. You were trying, which was difficult, considering you hadn’t even seen  Bucky’s costume yet. Still, even the imagination of it was enough to have you wanting to collapse to the floor and laugh until your belly hurt.

“I don’t believe you, Doll. If I come out and hear one laugh, I’m not going to this stupid Halloween party”. You try not to roll your eyes at Bucky’s dramatics, but if you were in his situation, you’d refuse to leave the house. In fact, you were shocked he had even said yes to the outfit in the first place.

Turning towards the others in the room, you pointed your finger and demanded, “No laughing at Bucky. I really want to go tonight and win this prize for best dressed, and we can’t go without Bucky, so keep yourselves contained!”

“I can hear you smiling, Mama. You’re just as bad as them”, Bucky muttered, leaning onto the other side of the door. You smack your hand over your mouth, hiding the grin and try to compose yourself.

“Please just come out; we’re going to be late!” you say, stepping away from the door and picking up your tiny orange purse that matched the shade of your wig. Approaching Steve, who had remained by the door, you straightened his scarf, which also matched the shade of your wig, as he casually leaned against the door frame, admiring your outfit.

“Right, I’m coming out there. I don’t want to hear a single noise out of anyone; otherwise, you’re fired”, Bucky jokingly threatened as he opened the bathroom door and stepped out to a flood of laughter. In your fairness, you did try to hide the laughs, but looking at the little dog collar around his neck, you were beside yourself with laughter, doubling over and holding onto Steve so you didn’t collapse to the floor. “I hate you all”, he drawled, crossing his arms so the fluffy material of his Scooby-Doo outside stretched to its limits.

“I don’t know, boss, I think you make an excellent dog, especially the tail brings out the blue of your eyes., Natasha sarcastically reasoned with him as she grabbed his tail, but Bucky was swifter to grip her wrist and pushed her away.

“You’re the first to be fired, Romanoff”, he grumbled, adjusting the hood of the onesie with Scooby-Doo’s face on.

You move away from Steve, your heels clicking along the floor as you move, which captures the attention of the grumpy man before you as he admires your Daphne costume. “I’m sorry for laughing! You just look so cute and adorable! We’re definitely going to win the competition!”

You were surprised he had even agreed to it anyway, but you’d promised a separate costume awaiting his and Steve’s return from the party, which you knew would compensate for his embarrassment. Looking around the room, everyone was dressed to perfection. Steve as Fred was the obvious choice, and you loved nothing more than seeing Steve in a tight-fitting jumper, and his little scarf was adorable.

Natasha had initially argued with you, stating she wanted to be Daphne, but you quickly reminded her that in most versions of Scooby-Doo, Fred and Daphne were a couple, so it was only fair that you got to be Daphne. Anyway, Natasha didn’t even have to wear a wig to be Velma, so this choice was easiest. Then came the argument over who was going to be Shaggy and Scooby-Doo.

Bucky initially tried to pull rank over Sam, insisting that there would be many other gangs, dangerous people and high-powered individuals at the party so they couldn’t see him in such an embarrassing costume. You reasoned with him that Sam was the obvious pick for Shaggy, with his wit and sarcasm and that Bucky was still a menacing Second leader for the Rogers mafia, no matter what he wore. Additionally, the promise of a special costume in return had Bucky reluctantly agreeing to be Scooby and Sam, therefore, could be Shaggy.

“I promise this will all be worth it”, you whisper to Bucky, flicking the gold jewel on his dog collar and necklace.

“It better be, Doll”, he smiled finally, staring at your lips before clapping his hands, “Right, everyone gets into the Mystery Machine”.

“You know Buck, you look kinda adorable with a dog collar around your neck”, Steve jokes, attempting to reach for the necklace like you had, but Bucky ducked out of the outstretched hand and then shoved lightly into Steve’s chest.

“You can’t say much - Cute scarf, by the way”. Even though Bucky had been attempting to tease Steve, this only had both men smiling, wrapping arms around each other, and walking towards the exit.

Later that night, you were stuck between multiple costumes for them, having seen at least six different options in the shop that you knew would drive Steve and Bucky mad, so in the end, you wrote all the possibilities down and let them randomly pick which one they’d prefer. The choices ranged from cheerleader, sexy nurse and fairy. They were all stereotypical sexy costumes, but they were all ideas you knew would drive the two men crazy.

Steve reached into the pot first and then Bucky, reading their own pieces of paper and grinning devilishly.

“So? Which would you both prefer?”, you asked, standing before them, having removed the Dampne heels and hair.

Steve shifted his position from where he sat at the end of the bed with Bucky, already feeling his desire swelling between his legs. “Mine says Red Riding Hood. Oh baby girl, you know I would love to be your big bad wolf and chase you through the woods”.

You tried to ignore the pulse that bloomed in your core as you looked to Bucky with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to talk. “Mine is Professor and Student”.

Stepping closer to Bucky, you plucked the piece of paper from his hand and then the same with Steves. “We can do one tonight and another tomorrow. Here’s the thing with the one you picked, Bucky. I’d like it if I were your professor and you were both my naughty students; how does that sound?”

Bucky’s mouth dropped open like he would say something, but no words came out, so he silently nodded. “Good! I’ll go and get changed, and both of you just wait here”.

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[smalls-words]

I Lost You Once Before

Summary: You denied yourself the chance to love. What will you do when it represents itself again?

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Spider-Reader, Brother!Peter x Reader.

Genre: Angst but happy ending

Warnings: Talks of depression and anxiety; past self-harming; venom; semi-Ronin storyline; hiding in the closet made of glass, events of NWH, lmk any others!!!

Requested: YES/no

Words: 5,273

A/N - This does not have any MoM spoilers, but it does have the Scarlet Witch in control of Wanda for a bit.

*not my gif*

The dark streets of downtown Brooklyn weren’t the place for normal people. Crime ran rampant when the dark hours of night shadowed certain activities, but you didn’t particularly care. After losing both of your parents and being shoved around in an orphanage, you finally got out and made a living. You weren’t young, but you weren’t old - you were in that middle ground, where society thought you should plan out your entire life. 

Instead, you had no clue since you had gotten bitten by a radioactive spider, giving you abilities you never thought you’d see on anyone but the Avengers. 

Ah, the Avengers. ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’... not. At least, not to you. Yes, they defended the planet, but you saw how the world used to be before gods and super soldiers ran just as freely as your hometown’s crime. They could be helping you, taking down mafia bosses that you knew wouldn’t back down without a fight instead of making you do it.

After the two hour trek home, you stepped into your cottage house in Queens, smiling at your little brother as he sat on your bed. You threw your backpack into the corner and sighed, moving his papers over so you could climb over the desk to the window.

“Have fun, Spider-Girl.” Peter smirked as you pulled your mask on.

“Y/N! Someone’s here to see you!” 

You looked at Peter as you squatted on the window frame, a shrug of his shoulders making you step back in and cover your suit in sweats, a hoodie and gloves before you stepped out, seeing the eyes of two very famous people. 

“Aunt May?” You asked, looking at the trio of women before she turned around.

“Y/N! Come, come!” She patted the chair next to her and you slid in. 

“Good evening, Y/N. We’d like to formally and personally congratulate you on winning the spot for this year’s Stark internship.” The Widow smiled, her legs crossed in a pair of jeans whilst a jacket covered a dark green top.

“Your brother actually recommended you and your scores did not disappoint.” 

You glanced at the silent brunette next to her, Wanda, your eyes darting to her hands covered in rings. “Okay.”

“Okay? Y/N, you got the internship you’ve always wanted!” May beamed, hugging you.

“Um… Thank you?” 

May rolled her eyes at your antics. “She will happily take the internship. Are there any requirements, Ms Romanoff?” 

“We’ll require you to live on-site, work from 10 to 3 and all payments will be funded by Mr Stark. Other than that, you are free to come and go as you please.” Natasha stated, still looking at you with a blank expression. 

May answered for you. “Brilliant! When does she start?”

Your mind drifted out of the conversation as you looked down at your hands. You grinned to yourself as you watched the webbing between your fingers flex open and closed, something your brother couldn’t do. 

Actually, there was a lot your brother couldn’t do compared to you. Whilst you could both climb walls and have a spider-sense, you seemed to get the more genetic side of the spider than him. You actually had folds on your wrists to shoot out webs, whilst Peter had to make his in chemistry class; you could bite or scratch someone to poison them, but you much preferred scratching; and the webbing between your fingers gave you a lot more control and stability when you climbed. 

“I guess we’ll be seeing you on Monday, Y/N.” Natasha’s voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked up, nodding to them both as you stood. 

You shook their hands, the cold of Wanda’s rings sending a chill up your spine, and you walked with them to the door. You shut it behind them before you sprinted into your room, not caring that Peter was halfway through changing. 

“Y/N! Knock first!” He hissed, but you watched as they got into the Stark car before driving off. 

“I’m going out. Make a bundle for me, yeah?” You asked, throwing your hoodie and sweats onto your bed before you leapt out of the window. 

It was a rush you’d never get tired of - having the wind on your skin, your hyper-senses enjoying the stimulation, and you landed on the top of a nearby building as you watched the car arrive at a smaller house. You crawled down the side of the building, trying to kick in your ‘invisibility mode’ as Ned called it, and watched as the shadows moved behind the blinds. 

*Of course, Y/N, they’re not just going to let everyone that walks past see them.* You thought to yourself. 

*No, we are not.*

You froze as another voice entered your mind, noticing a particular shadow come up to the window, a red tinge peeking out from the gap between the wall and the blinds. 

*You have very… fast thoughts.* Wanda spoke into your mind, making you tense up.

*Stop reading my mind.*

*Close it off then.* 

You felt your breathing get harder as your grip on the side of the building slipped. You looked between your feet and the house, noticing two smaller tinges hiding behind the blinds. 

*No parents, only an aunt… anxiety, depression and ADHD, which is only enhanced by your new abilities…*

*Stop.* You growled, jumping down onto the ground as you lost your grip. 

*So well put together… but behind that little mask, you are so…*

*Broken? Thanks, but you’re not my therapist.* 

*I was going to say that you are so much like me, almost the same, but that works too.* Wanda chuckled in your mind.

You leapt up onto the house as you noticed how Wanda moved through it, almost like she was enticing you to follow her. Of course, you went on your own volition, staying behind the chimney as she leant on the open windowsill.

“I know you are there.” She smirked, making you unveil yourself from your invisible cloak. 

“And why do you think we are the same? We are not, in any way.” You huffed, keeping your mask on. 

“You are an Avenger. You make a mess and you don’t clean it up. You wreck people’s lives, you tear apart cities, and you’re called heroes.” 

“I am no Avenger.” Wanda chuckled, hovering out to face you as you scrambled away from her. 

“I am still me, I guess, but I am… something else. But clearly, that’s not what everyone else sees.” She wove a ball of energy between her fingers. 

She watched as you flinched when she sent it towards you, trying to crawl away from her but she held you fast and brought you closer. She could hear the wheezing of your lungs and pulled at the bottom of your mask but you quickly stopped her.

“People… People could see.” You hyperventilated but Wanda brought your hands away from hers.

“I know.” 

Her delicate fingers peeled your mask up above your nose and mouth, the scent of flowers throwing you off. She watched your chest rise and fall quickly, but her eyes danced with magic as she came impossibly closer to you.

“Do I make you nervous? Do I make you… fearful?” She asked quietly.

You shook your head. “You’re really pretty...” 

She wove another string of magic towards you but it changed course quickly and went into your chest. You felt the grip around your lungs loosen before you were forced to take a deep breath, the red magic inside of you forcefully expanding and contracting your lungs. 

“Y/N… I will never hurt you.” She murmured, cupping the bottom of your chin.

“Take a few deep breaths… and then you can talk.” 

You watched her hand pull and push by her side, controlling your lungs until her eyes returned to emeralds. She nodded to you and you moved away from her slightly, but her hand gripped yours through the suit.

“Y/N.” She stated, but you pulled down your mask quickly.

“Y/N, wait-”

You leapt off the house as you shot a web at her hands, tying them down to the roof tiles if only for a second. You turned invisible and climbed up the building, getting as far away from her as possible. 

She sighed and wove your webbing off of her with a few flicks of magic. “She’ll be back on Monday, Wanda. Just gotta wait until then.” 

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May helped you pack your bags as a car came to pick you up, giving you lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead to fulfil your entire internship. You were quiet in the car, noticing that it was Natasha driving, and she smirked as she turned around and let FRIDAY take the wheel.

“I gotta be honest, kid, I didn’t think you’d take the job. Peter wouldn’t stop rambling about you and your powers, so Tony decided to shut him up by looping you in.”

“Oh, how fun.” You mumbled, fiddling with the webbing in your fingers. 

She crossed her legs and watched you fidget, pulling out a small cube that unfolded and folded multiple times. You almost forgot she was there until the ride came to an end, your eyes lifting from your cube to see the giant A on the side of the compound. 

You pulled your bags out from the car and webbed them up, pulling them along behind you whilst Natasha chuckled in front of you. She had to admit, you were a little bit of a genius with your problem-solving, but what you excelled in those skills you lacked in people skills. 

She took you to your room first and you put your bags down before taking you on a tour. You didn’t really pay attention, your spidery-subconscious remembering everything, until you came to a tech room. 

“This… is for you.” Natasha opened the briefcase and your eyes widened briefly at the sight of a new suit. 

“Nanite tech, designed with your blue and red colouring even though you can always change it, and there’s even flaps for your genetic mutations.”

“Not mutations. I’m not a mutant.” You grumbled as you put your palm on the center, watching the suit creep up your arm to cover your body.

“Hello, Y/N. I am ATHENA, an extension of FRIDAY.” 

You looked at Natasha as your mask removed. “How did you name ATHENA?”

“You read a lot of mythology. Thought it might be comforting to you.” She shrugged. 

You scowled lightly, even if she was right, and you watched as your suit folded away into a small pin in your hand. 

“You can wear this on your jacket and when you put your finger over it, your suit will come out. Because it’s your fingerprint, you can’t get nudged and reveal your identity.” She assured you and watched as you put the spider pin on your jacket. 

“Very funny. Spider.” You clarified when she didn’t smirk.

“Hmm.” She hummed, leading you through to a training room. 

You immediately turned around and went back through the door, but you looked down as your senses spiked and saw a red wisp curl around your waist. 

“Not this again-” You were cut off as it picked you up and pulled you back into the room, letting go of you as you rolled along the floor.

Natasha smirked as when she caught your eyes. “Thank you, Wanda. Now, we will begin with some normal exercise - two laps around the compound, quick as you can.” 

It was safe to say that you didn’t mind training since your body could keep up with it, and you even liked it because it meant you could get away from Wanda. There was just something about her that set off your tingle, something that felt odd, and odd usually meant bad.

After training, you set off to your room and your tingle fired the sequence you now knew to be Wanda approaching. You quickly opened your door and went to close it but you watched as it glowed red, making you scoff as you went to your bathroom.

“You can’t run from me, Y/N.” Wanda smirked as she leaned against the door frame. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You murmured, stripping your gym clothes off. 

Wanda closed her eyes as she watched your skin reveal from beneath your shirt, but her own tingling mind fired away and she reopened them. A short gasp left her and you turned to look at her, trying to shut your bathroom door but this time, she wasn’t happy.

“Who did that?” 

“It’s nothing.” You answered quietly, just wishing she would leave.

“Y/N, who did that?” Her voice turned to a growl and you stopped. 

“Please, Wanda, it’s not your problem.”

“Not my problem? Not my problem? You have initials carved into your skin, Y/N.” 

You looked down and sighed, pulling your shirt back on until Wanda’s magic disintegrated it. She pushed you against the wall and although it was alarming, her touch against your skin felt soft.

Something you hadn’t known before. 

“Y/N… who did that?” 

“Can’t you just have a look?” You snapped and her eyes glowed.

“Tell me. I’m not searching in your mind this time, you are going to tell me.” 

“Just stop, Wanda! I’m not looking for whatever it is you are looking for!” You shoved her off of you but her eyes glowed brighter and she pinned you with her magic.

Her fingers danced down your ribs before she traced the two sets of initials. “Who did this to you? And do not lie to me.” 

You felt your chest tighten and you tried to move your head to look away from her but she held you fast. 

A whisper left your lips. “I did.” 

Her magic dropped from around you and you caught yourself before you could hit your head on the counter. “What?” She shuddered.

“You wanted to hear the truth? I did! I carved my parents initials into my side because I felt guilty! I bought those plane tickets! I insisted that they take a break!” You snapped, pushing her out of your bathroom. 

“Y/N, it’s not your fault about the crash-”

“Tell that to my subconscious!” 

She closed your door to prevent you from shoving her out, just like you shoved everyone else out. You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge, making you growl out. 

“Wanda, get the fuck out of my room.” 

You shuddered in emotion as she took you by the waist again; her skin against yours was not helping you stay angry. She pushed against you and pressed you back against the blank wall, protecting your head with her magic.

“Y/N Maya Parker, you listen to me and you listen well.” She growled, watching the anger fade from your eyes.

“It was not your fault. That crash was not your fault and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Get off of me, Wanda.” You snarled, but her arms simply wove around your back.

“I know it’s hard to let yourself feel, Y/N. You think that this shield of numb anger will fix everything, but it won’t. It won’t hide the fact that you like girls, and it won’t hide the fact that you are mentally ill.” Wanda stated, watching your anger dissipate into embarrassment. 

“Let… Let go of me. Please.” 

“No.” 

“Wanda…” You murmured, tears almost flooding your eyes. 

“Admit it, Y/N. You guard yourself so much that you don’t even let yourself feel.” She sighed, cupping your cheeks.

You wanted to. Oh, how you longed to let someone in.

“I like you, Y/N. All that time when I sat in the back of your Maths classes, English, Biology, I wasn’t there to just learn how to talk to people. I saw you - you are humorous to nobody but yourself, you have excellent taste in music and you are kind to a fault.” She smiled, leaning in closer to you.

“Admit it, Y/N. Say it back.” 

You really wanted to. You weren’t the only observer - you’d seen how she’d smile at the things you said, how she would laugh when nobody else did. Wendy, the girl in your class, was standing here in front of you, admitting that she liked you.

You shook your head. “I’m… I’m not ready.” 

Wanda sighed and hugged you tightly, even if you didn’t hug her back. “When you are, I’ll be waiting.” 

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The months turned into years and you watched Wanda from afar. You denied every urge in you to tell her that you wanted her just as much as she wanted you. She had cornered you a few times and flustered you beyond imagination, but the words never spilled from your lips. 

You moved back home after your ‘internship’ was over, forever losing Wanda. You left a note on her desk about how sorry you were that you could never be enough for her, that she deserved more than you. You stayed out of the fight and let Peter handle it, watching him thrive as a hero.

Until he got snapped. 

It felt like five seconds for him, but it was five years for you. You had kept the spider act going, fighting the good fight and helping the people of the world believe that there were still heroes. You had been contacted by Natasha multiple times for your help, but you couldn’t go back there when she told you what happened.

Specifically, what happened to Wanda. 

When you found out, you broke down. You changed your suit colours to black and green the colour of your venom, and you had a mental block for about three months - unable to use any of your powers as you hit a new low. You stopped pulling your punches, you stopped holding back on the people who tried to take advantage of the broken world. 

You just… turned it off. Autopilot, you told yourself.

Then, everyone came back. Sure, there was a big crater where the Avengers compound used to be, but everyone came back. But nobody looked older. You had aged whilst Peter hadn’t and you tried to be strong for him, you really did.

So, you let him take back his mantle and you took your new one on. The Ghost-Spider became the anti-hero of Queens and Peter didn’t even know. You found your own enemies and destroyed them before they could even pick a fight with you.

Silence was your sword. 

But Peter… Peter wasn’t as ruthless as you.

And now because of that, you sat in the middle of your apartment with Peter, May and Happy, someone you realised was quite close with the both of them. You eyed the blind lawyer as he sat down, your tingle stirring softly at the back of your mind.

“Well, I have some good news, Peter - I don’t believe any of the charges against you are gonna stick.” Matt smiled.

“Wait, seriously?” Peter smiled, making your thin lips purse a bit whilst May and Happy laughed in relief. 

You felt your tingle spike as the conversation continued, thwipping out a web to catch a brick as it smashed through the window. You caught it in your hands and read the ‘WE BELIEVE MYSTERIO’ text on the newspaper. 

“Idiots.” You grumbled, letting the poison in your fingertips disintegrate it.

“You… You can do that?” Happy stammered and you looked at him with a small smile.

“Why yes. I thought Peter told everyone about my powers.” You turned to your brother and he shook his head.

“I suggest keeping that a secret, Ms Parker.” Matt addressed you and you shrugged.

“Well, if that’s all, I will be going to the group therapy session I am… twenty minutes late for.” 

“Y/N, those are only half an hour long.” May sighed.

“I know.” 

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How on Earth you got to here was a mystery to everyone, including yourself. 

Peter, in his idiocy, asked someone named Steven Strange for help and screwed over the whole world, meaning you now (technically) had triplet younger brothers and a whole bunch of people wanting to kill them. 

Along with that, you had Peter 1 as your Peter, Peter 2 as some older version who was pretty much in your position, and Peter 3 was very much the opposite of you. You stood with all of them on the messed-up green Captain America shield by Lady Liberty, a plan forming in your head.

You looked up as your Peter conversed with Strange, making you look between MJ, Ned, and the two other Peters before they approached you.

“You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?” Peter 3 murmured.

You cocked your head to the side, confused.

“You did it on my Earth. My identity got revealed and you took the hit. You… You died for me.” He sniffled, hugging you tightly. 

You looked at Peter 2 and he nodded, also crying. “You, uh… You jumped in front of Uncle Ben. The night he got shot. You took the hit for him.” 

You looked back up at your brother and the plan locked in your mind. You turned to your otherworldly brothers and hugged them tightly. “Hold him back for me, will you?” 

They both nodded, their hugs tightening just a little bit more before you let them go and swung up to your brother’s side.

“Peter, stop!” 

“Y/N? No, go, get out of here!” He tried to push you off but you thanked your skin’s webbing as you stayed stuck to the statue.

“You have lost… so much. I haven’t. And I lied - I did those things whilst you were gone. I stopped pulling my punches, I got angry, and I know I shouldn’t have but I did.” 

You pulled him into you and you both shared a tear, even as you pulled away and held his small face. You brushed the blood off of his skin and you kissed his forehead.

“You’re my baby brother. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, including this.” 

You shot a web over his lips and turned to Strange, dropping Peter in a mass of webbing as you stood in front of him on the top of the flaming torch. “Do it. Make everyone think it was me and then make them forget me.” 

Strange looked at you oddly; your bloodied forehead, your split lip, your black eye. “No.”

“But it would work, right? Peter would be safe?” You smirked.

“Yeah, it would work. But you gotta understand, that would mean that everyone who knows and loves you, we… we’d have no memory of you. It would be as though you never existed.” He explained.

You looked down at your brother as his counterparts held him back, tearing your eyes away to look at the city you never called home. Home hadn’t been here for more than five years, and it hadn’t been home when everyone returned. 

“I never have.” You shrugged tearily.

“Go and say your goodbyes. You don’t have long.” He nudged you with his cloak but you shook your head.

“If I say goodbye, I’ll never leave.” 

He nodded in understanding and you peeled your mask back on, taking the portal back to the city as you landed on top of a building in Times Square. You watched the first ring of magic billow over you, the screens glitching as your face now plastered the billboards. 

“There she is!” A person yelled from below, a crowd of people shouting harmful words at you but you simply closed your eyes. 

*I’m sorry, little brother.* You thought to yourself as you swung away just as the second ring came over your head.

The screens glitched again and you watched as the time-old question popped up next to your mask, smirking as Peter landed in his apartment with MJ and Ned portalling in. You smiled tearily as their conversations flowed easily, discussing their futures at MIT whilst you snuck in and took all of your belongings. 

You stole a car and packed everything into the back, using your electricity to jump start it before you drove off into the sunset. 

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Throughout six months of travelling, you got a ‘new’ identity from a man called Rick Mason, who you remembered had helped Natasha out a few times. You paid him in full from the ATMs you tricked with your newly-honed electrokinesis and simply rebuilt your identity. 

You settled down in a small cabin in the mountains, smiling at the scenery around you as you went for a run. There was no need for you to use your powers out here, but you still wanted to feel the wind on your skin as you ran. 

There was only one thing more euphoric than it. 

You noticed how there was a cabin on the opposite side of the lake, but you never saw anyone go in or out of it. You often did laps of the other lakes, going further and further each time, but you never fully investigated it.

This time, however, you decided to. You ran around at your normal pace before you stepped onto the porch, knocking at the door.

A few seconds later, you opened it to see a face you never thought you’d see again. Your words got caught in your mouth and she cocked her head to the side, almost waiting for you to speak.

Until a sly grin broke out onto her lips. “Hi, Y/N.” 

You felt tears prick your eyes as she moved towards you, flinching slightly before she cupped your cheeks. She pressed her forehead to yours and sighed, her hands moving to hold onto your shoulders. 

“W-Wanda? You…”

“I could never forget you.” She cooed before she hugged you tightly. 

“Come inside. I’m making tea.” 

She carried you inside and you watched her make tea, but your tingle set off as you looked at her hands. Yes, there’s a chimney in the house, but you remembered her as someone who hated having anything but rings on her fingers. 

“Here. Drink up.” She gestured to the tea that she put down in front of you.

Of course, it was your favourite. 

“Wanda, what happened to your hands?” You blatantly asked, pulling your tears back in.

“Oh. I’ve been reading this old book I found and I guess it’s just dirty.” She chuckled, moving to wash her hands. 

You silently stepped out of your chair and felt your entire body tense up, looking down to see red tendrils wrap around you. Tendrils, not wisps. 

“I told you that you weren’t good at hiding your thoughts.” She tsked, pushing you back against the wall before she stood right in front of you.

“Wanda, please… Tell me what happened.” You begged, moving your head further away from her fingertips as they neared your temple. 

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Her grin spread wider across her face.

You shook your head and swore that it’d be the only time you’d intentionally hurt her before you were biting down hard on her fingers and injecting your venom. The hold around you dropped as she writhed in pain, her magic slowly healing her as you ran around the house.

“You can’t hide from me, Y/N!” Her voice echoed, chasing you until she cornered you in her bedroom. 

“I’m getting a bit of a sense of deja vu here, Y/N. Aren’t you?” 

She crept closer towards you and you climbed up the corner walls, resting your back against the ceiling whilst you boiled more venom in your mouth. “You’re not my Wanda.” 

“Come down from there, silly.” She cooed, and you almost wanted to believe her façade. 

You watched as a book came flying in from outside of the room, almost drowning in darkness as Wanda came to hold it. You grinned, spitting as much of your venom onto the book as possible before you dropped down and kicked it out of her hands.

She was about to yell at you, unleash the full might of her power against you, but she froze as you leapt for her.

You kissed her deeply, pushing aside all doubts in your mind as you focused on how Wanda made you feel all those years ago. How she never failed to make you feel safe, how she made advance after advance and showed you nothing but love. You swirled your tongue around hers multiple times before you took her hands, entwining your fingers with hers. 

You pulled away as you ran out of breath, watching the glow in her eyes fade away whilst the book beneath her disintegrated. 

“Please, Wanda. I lost you once before, I’m not losing you again.” 

You held her as she leaned into you, kissing the palms of your hands as she held them. You watched the darkness in her fingertips fade, revealing those perfectly manicured nails, and her eyes opened to show those emeralds you had always loved.

“Y/N? Is… Is it really you?” She whimpered and you adjusted your hands to hold her waist.

“It’s me. I promise you, it’s me. How do you remember me?”

“This cabin… It has runes. Spells outside don’t affect what’s inside. Only the witch who casted them can use her magic here.” 

You smiled tearily as you kissed her once more, that euphoric feeling running through your veins as she kissed you back. She pushed you back against the bed and you let her fall on top of you, stripping you of your ratty clothes before her eyes fell to your skin. 

She sat up, confusing you, and you watched her hands glow as they covered the initials on your hips. As you were about to protest, she pulled them away and you watched the scar tissue sink, only to reveal neatly tattooed initials. 

She looked back down at you and you smirked, pulling her in tightly to you as you breathed in her perfume. “Still smells like flowers.” You murmured, kissing her neck.

“Y/N…” She stammered, making you pull away.

“I just… we have time for that. Can I just hold you, please?” 

You nodded and let her peel some clothes onto you, not knowing how she destroyed your cabin and transferred everything to this one. The empty cupboards filled with your belongings whilst your car was now parked outside on the driveway next to the white picket fence. 

She moved to hold you tightly against her, afraid that you would leave her. You ran your fingers through her hair until one of hers gripped it and pulled it down to her lips.

“Do you?” She asked plainly and you nodded, watching as a kiss on your ring finger pulled away to reveal a wedding ring.

One fell onto her own hand and you grinned, kissing her once more before you adjusted to let her head rest on your chest. You heard her breathing slow as she tickled the skin of your arm, simply listening to the blood inside of your slowly rising and falling chest. 

“I could never forget you, Y/N. Strange’s powers are no match for mine.” She kissed your chest softly and you kissed her head.

“I can see that now, my love. Let us rest and then we can do some more talking tomorrow.” 

She nodded and closed her eyes, connecting your dreams together as you fell asleep, dreaming of the two children she was already building within her stomach.

A/N - I literally wrote this in an hour and a half, so please excuse the choppiness and overall shit writing, I just loved this idea! 

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Title: Work Life Balance [an Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: When reader gets hurt during a job, she starts to worry about how her girlfriend, the infamous mafia boss that controls the city, will react

[a/n: while this isn't a new chapter of Oversight (I am working on that), it is set in the same universe as the Oversight. It's based off of a Private Practice episode, and something a little lighter & silly. Enjoy!]

Warnings: Gun violence, blood, spit, threats, blood, hurt/comfort, No spell checks

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The metal bat had slammed against the side of your face with enough force to blind you momentarily in the right eye. It knocked the sense out of you too and your bearings were scrambled until that darkness started to ebb away into a blurry image of the alleyway.

There was a pungent scent in the air, rotted food in dark green trash bags that had been torn by tiny teeth, or elongated claws. Crumpled napkins and discarded soda cups littered the damp ground.

Before the man could swing the bat for a second time, you caught it half an inch from your face and shoved it away. He was disarmed and you were able to shove his back up against the wall, holding him there despite his squirming. His lip was split, the blood drying quickly from the bright red to a deep black.

“Come on, man.” You twisted your hand into the fabric of his shirt, bunching your fingers around his collar. “We fronted the product, so you have to front the cash.”

“Fuck off,”

He spit on you, a gummy mix of tobacco and sugar. There were a lot of things you could handle; the ringing in your ear, and the pain in your knuckles from the first four blows you threw. But spit was where you drew the line. It had bugged you since you were in fifth grade and Amy Sheldon dangled a long string of it inches from your nose before slurping it back up through the slit in her buck teeth.

“Alright,” you breathed out, making sure you kicked the fallen bat out of his reach. “You agree to push product on that little street racer of yours in exchange for twenty five percent of the cut. You get sloppy and sample the product and don’t have the cash to give to my boss?”

You lifted him from the brick and shoved him back down onto it with enough force to push the putrid breath from his lungs. “That doesn’t feel very fair, now, does it?”

He smiled at you with a laugh that rivaled a cackle. His teeth were orange with diluted blood. There was no getting through to him. Your free hand dipped into the side of your jacket. Over the last two years, you’d grown well accustomed to the feeling of a gun in your hand.

You pushed the tip of the gun under his chin into the soft spot of his skin. He stopped laughing, the sound getting stuck in his throat with a choking sound.

“Do you know what they call me?” You gritted.

“A raging bitch?”

You made a buzzing noise in the back of your throat, much like the signaling of a wrong answer on a game show. There was a soft click as you pulled the trigger of the gun. The man in your grasp tensed and hissed.

“Wrong. You know, at first, I just forgot to load my gun. Got me into some pretty hot water, scalding actually. But eventually it became a bit of a calling card. Roulette. I can pull the trigger as many times as I want, but only one will hit it’s mark.”

He swallowed hard, you felt it in the side of your hand. He was sweating and you were growing tired of the empty threats. Yelena wouldn’t approve of something like this, and you were sure Natasha wouldn’t have had a second thought about putting a mark between his eyebrows.

“Most men aren’t lucky more than twice,” You pulled the trigger again, met with another soft click. Of course, there were no bullets in the chamber; they rattled in your front pocket like your keys. “Three times at most.”

His voice cracked. “Please,”

There was a sharp scent in the air that rivaled that of trash. You were losing blood fast. It had streaked down the side of your face from a gash on your temple and crusted the collar of your shirt.

“You have a week to make up the difference. A week and I’ll be back with a gun that has more than one bullet in the chamber. Am I clear?”

“Yes, but-“

“Am I clear?”

He nodded aggressively and you sheathed your weapon, releasing him. His legs gave out and he sunk to the damp pavement. You picked up the weighted metal back, entirely content to take it with you. It would make your next encounter a hell of a lot easier.

It was impossible to sneak into the house without giving yourself away. Even if you were to park down the block, unlace your shoes and pad into the foyer barefoot, and leave the front door open a crack, you were at risk of creating a scene.

That didn’t mean that you couldn’t keep the injured side of your face away from Natasha for as long as possible. She would know that something was up, and despite her throwing you into this life in the first place, her heart broke when you were on the deep side of any injury.

You set the metal bat down with a bucket of black umbrellas and a bench that was mostly unused. There was a dull metal thump that aggravated the headache that was coming on. You attempted to sneak up the stairs, but the second your fingertips hit the mahogany handrail you were stopped by an irritated voice with a Russian lilt to it.

Yelena was sprawled out on the sofa, a book was face down on her chest, lifting and falling with each breath. She’d given up on it in favor of the warmth that Kate provided her. Kate’s head was on Yelena’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around her midsection. Yelena looked perfectly comfortable in between Kate’s legs, both of them were about ready to doze off and if you had waited an extra five minutes, maybe you would have gotten away with sneaking in.

“Did you get hit by a bus?” Kate asked.

You leaned against the entryway of the sitting room. “Ricky got a good hit in with a metal bat.”

“Oo, Natasha is going to be mad at you.” Yelena chuckled, taunting you like a child. You would have thrown a pillow at her if Kate wasn’t in the line of fire.

She was going to be mad at you for not using the buddy system that was proposed and certainly for not dodging the hit that was coming your way. Natasha hated when you got hurt and that sad look in her eyes was worse than whatever pain could be inflicted on you.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“It looks pretty bad.” Kate said.

You shot them both the middle finger before turning away and padding up the stairs towards your shared bedroom with Natasha. Most days, she was holed up in her office and you didn’t bother her until the ache for her touch, for her presence, bothered you both enough to cave.

That was most days.

Some days, Natasha could be found in your room in sweatpants with a laptop propped up on her crossed legs. She was dwarfed in the silk bedspread, her hair in a messy bun and a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose.

This was quite possibly your favorite look on Natasha, this quiet version of her. She’d let you hold her in this state instead of the other way around. You hated to break the mood, hated that she glanced up from her laptop not once, but twice.

Wordlessly, Natasha set her work aside and walked over to you. She cupped your face, her fingers cold against your cheeks. Her voice was soft and when she was angry enough, there was the slightest bit of a Russian inflection to her words. “What happened?”

“I… didn’t use the buddy system.”

“Mm, you didn’t use the buddy system.”

Her thumb moved against the black and blue wound against your eye. She pressed every so slightly, testing its durability. You winced, drawing in a breath through clenched teeth. It wasn’t bad, really, her touch soothed you just as quickly as it had bitten you with pain.

Natasha was good at taking care of you and she pulled you into the large master bathroom that the two of you shared. There was an abundance of white and beige. It was always a few degrees cooler than the rest of the house and offered a form of comfort as such.

There were nights where the two of you would simply brush your teeth shoulder to shoulder, and there were nights where she had her arms wrapped around you amongst the deep scent of lavender. Bubble hit her touch as her fingers roamed over the most intimate parts of you.

Now, she guided you to the edge of the sink and lifted you up in a fluid motion. She stood between your legs, making you feel even more like a child when Yelena had scolded you downstairs. Still, there was a degree of affection in her movements. Natasha frowned as she pulled a med kit from the bottom of the sink.

She tutted “Zaychik, this looks bad.”

“Image wise or the actual wound because-“You let out a small noise when she placed the frigid and stinging antiseptic against your face. It sent electric down your spine. “I didn’t know he had a bat.”

“A bat?”

“Right out of left field.”

Natasha’s frown deepened. This was supposed to be an easy job, and by all means, it was. You had accomplished your assignment of scaring up. You were sure he had released his bladder as he slid down the wall into a fetal position. Getting the money from a frightened man was going to be no problem.

Tonight was intended to be calm. You’d come home and shower and eat pizza and spend the entire night curled up in Natasha’s arms while she typed away on the computer. You’d listen to her breathing, her heartbeat.

Instead, she was roughly patching you up, buzzing with anger under her stare. “Why didn’t you take Clint?”

“Nat, I have a fantastic idea.”

“If it involves gutting that man alive and hanging him from a flagpole, then I am all in, darling.” Her words were light, distracted, as she wiped away a good portion of dried blood.

“What if we left things at the office, metaphorically speaking. What if we didn’t bring stuff like this home? Shut it all off.”  

She pulled back far enough to stifle her floral scent. There was an adorable crease between her eyes. “My mind doesn’t work like that, Malysh. This home is my office and vice versa. Someone hurt you and that is my business. That is my work.”

“I know,” you said, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. She glowered under her thick-framed glasses. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the frown off her face. “I know, but sometimes I just want to be with you.”

“Huh,”

“Huh?”

“Huh.”

This wasn’t exactly a constructive conversation. You figured as much when she ripped a bandage out of its waxy packaging and slapped it onto the gash against your temple. You let out a disgruntled noise and she grasped your waist and maneuvered you back to the floor. Your legs had fallen asleep and you were a little unsteady.

Natasha flicked on the sink and started scrubbing her hands of your blood. “No sex,”

“What?” You blinked at her, scratching fruitlessly at the adhesive on the bandage. It was incredibly itchy.

Natasha dried her hands on the nearby towel, “You heard me, no sex.”

“You… You’re withholding sexual pleasure because of something that happened at work?”

“Not something that happened at work, your refusal to talk about it.”

“Natasha,” You nearly whined.

“No sex!” She huffed, pointing towards the exit of the room “Go sleep on the couch.”

You dropped your shoulders in defeat. You had been banned to the couch? Your girlfriend didn’t’ withhold most things and the two of you had a very healthy and active life. There wasn’t true anger behind her words, instead she was testing you. Watching you until you give in.

“Fine,” You huffed, crossing your arms “The couch sounds lovely.”

“Good,”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

You grabbed the fuzzy blanket at the base of the bed and started to stalk towards the door. You could feel Natasha staring at you, waiting for you to turn around and apologize but it wouldn’t happen. Not this time. You were setting boundaries and if that included…no sex… then that was fine. It was fine.

“Zaychik?”

You turned back to Natasha, one eyebrow lifted, “Yes?”

“Leave the blanket.”

She gave you a sugary sweet smile before settling back into her previous position, pulling her computer into her lap. Your jaw was agape, but you tossed the blanket at her nonetheless and stormed out of the room.

The nerve, the absolute nerve!

Natasha wasn’t particularly hard to have a conversation with, but work was nearly untouchable with her. You knew that. She knew that. You did as you were told and protected her and her assets at all costs.

When you got back downstairs you fixed yourself a sloppy peanut butter and jelly sandwich before sulking back into the living room and flopping down onto the recliner in the corner. Yelena had since fallen asleep, and Kate was reading the book while her eyes grew heavy.

“You got kicked out, huh?”

“Kicked out, banned from sex.” You waved the sandwich around in the air “doghouse.”

Kate scoffed “the Romanoff sisters aren’t always the most forthcoming, are they?”

She was looking lovingly at Yelena, stroking her hair as the smaller woman curled deeper into her, fingers clenching at Kate’s flannel and then releasing as she settled back into a comfortable sleep.

“They make it hard to love them, but the moments where the mask slips and they’re vulnerable. Moments like these make everything worth it. And despite everything, you know they care. They’ll always care.”

“Sometimes too much,” you took a large bite of your sandwich.

“No such thing.”

Yelena stirred in her arms, nose pressed against Kate’s pulse point. She clenched her eyes tighter, her next words mumbled “Kate Bishop, if you don’t stop talking you will be sleeping on the couch with y/n.”

“Doghouse,” You said with a long sigh.

“Mm,” Kate hummed, letting out a quiet whisper “Doghouse,”

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Most of the work is 18+ DNI, so if you’re a minor, do not interact with it!

Series:

[Natasha]: My sweet Baby. (NSFW)

• You took your long awaited four-day vacation, for which you had saved your money for two years. That you had almost no money would be an understatement. You just manage to get through your college with two part-time jobs (for which you get far too little money).So what happens when you meet the most successful CEO in the world in an unknowingly overpriced café?

[Natasha] : Mafias Mistress (NSFW)

• Your life takes a drastic turn when you accidentally meet Natasha Romanoff, who lives a mysterious and seductive life behind her facade. Despite Natasha's initial resistance, your light and attraction ignite a fiery romance that sets both your worlds on fire. But as your love grows stronger, so does the danger, especially when you discover Natasha's true identity. Surrounded now by wealth and danger, you become the new center of Natasha's universe and your bond is put to the test.

[Natasha]: I hate you!

• You were glad you escaped the hell trip. Even if it wasn't entirely your merit. You could finally smell the freedom you could only dream of before. However there was one person that disliked your presence since the moment you stepped foot on the campus. No matter what you do, you always get on her bad side. What happens when you find out the truth about her and she about you? Will her rivalry turn into your jobs or will it become something else?

[Natasha]: My sweet Student. (NSFW)

• You read and you dreamed about it. What if you fall in love with your teacher (who is also twice your age) and you can live your dream? She shows you your deepest sexual ideas and lives them out with you. On the shelf with the books and hello reality.

[Natasha]: Kingdom of secrets (NSFW)

• A story unfolds in the realm of celestria in which the younger Princess Y/n Dawn finds an unexpected connection with Lady Natasha Romanoff, the kingdom's revered and feared first female knight. Natasha, a skilled warrior known for her bravery on the battlefield and icy demeanor, is tasked by the king with protecting his daughter. As Natasha watches the princess grow, a complex and unexpected bond emerges between them that transcends the boundaries of age and status.

One shots:

[Natasha] Apologize (NSFW)

• Natasha let you apologize to her employees

[Natasha] Reward | Pt. 2 (NSFW)

• Coach! Natasha x Player! Reader

[Natasha] Happy anniversary (NSFW)

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha celebrates her anniversary with Sugar!Baby Reader

[Natasha] Together

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha is helping you through exams

[Natasha] Oh, Baby.. (NSFW)

• You break Natasha’s first rule. (NSFW)

[Natasha]: Afraid of loosing you.

• Natasha is your girlfriend of two years and is always overprotective over you. So what happens when you both get under an attack which priority it is to kill the black widow?

[Natasha]: Teacher!Nat x Teacher!Reader

• In a school where Prof!Natasha and Prof!Reader teach different languages, they have quite the contrasting reputations. Despite their differences, Natasha and Reader engage in playful flirting at work..

[Natasha]: Cure (NSFW)

• You got infected with the sex pollen and a red haired ..acquaintance offers to help you.

[Natasha]: Distraction (NSFW)

• Smutty hate sex with Boss!natasha and her assistant

[Hidden]: Natasha learns the real you (NSFW)

• Natasha gets to know the real you.

[Wandanat]: Unholy (NSFW)

• Wanda is a stripper and Nat took an interest in her

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Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Four

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: language, angst, drinking, smoking

a/n: oh besties. strap in. we’re about to find out why Bucky ghosted her all those years ago (by means of a flashback. YN wont find out yet.). Oof this was a long chapter @ 4k+ words! Enjoy!

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Silence filled the space where you had just stood. Your words hurt just as much as the stinging imprint of your hand on his cheek, but he knew they were deserved. Bucky Barnes knew that he deserved every single word and slap you could ever deliver and it still wouldn’t be enough for what he did to you. Yet he stood there and managed to convince himself that while he was deserving of your actions, his actions all those years ago were not completely unjustified. 

Natasha and Steve both stood there quietly for a moment before Natasha scoffed, “way to fucking go, Barnes,” before she took off behind you. Bucky didn’t care what she did at that moment. Your words were affecting him more than he wanted either of them to know. But Steve knew. He was the only person to know why Bucky made the decisions he did all those years ago. And now he stood next to Bucky, silently weighing the gravity of the situation, and waiting for his best friend and boss to tell him what he needed next.  Bucky ignored him and headed back to the VIP section, stopping by Clint at the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey. 

“Wouldn’t want you lying to your men about how you’d never hurt a woman,” your words were stuck on repeat like a broken record in Bucky’s head. He’d forced himself not to outwardly wince at the anger that laced your words, he didn’t deserve the chance to show that vulnerability. Stalking up the steps to his table, Bucky’s eyes landed on Megan, a sight that was not very welcomed after his interaction with you. Megan couldn’t seem to read that the mood had changed, Bucky didn’t keep her around for her emotional intelligence. When her eyes landed on Bucky she turned on the charm, a sneaky smile painted on her lips and Bucky inwardly groaned. He just wanted to get drunk in his club and go home. Alone. 

So before Megan could even say one word Bucky spoke clearly, “Megan it’s time for you to go. I’ll order you an Uber,” he could tell she was gearing up for an argument so he merely held a hand up to stop her, gave a shake of his head, and pointed to the door. Megan knew better than to argue at that point. Bucky had said all he was going to say. If she tried to argue more then she’d be met with a very willing Thor Odinson practically throwing her out of the bar, as professional as possible of course. Megan wouldn’t have been the first woman that Bucky slept with that the bouncer had kicked out. Megan’s chin jutted out defiantly as she stepped around Bucky to go meet the Uber that Bucky was working out for her. When she finally disappeared, Bucky slumped into the booth and uncapped the bottle of whiskey in his hand, taking a long swig that burned as it made its way down his throat. But even the burning of the whiskey was incomparable to the words you spoke to your former friends before leaving. 

Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts by the shifting of the curtain revealing a frowning Steve Rogers and a fuming Natasha Romanoff. “If you’re here to tell me off, you’re wasting your breath. Just go,” Bucky drawled, not caring how mad he made his two best friends in that moment. Natasha must have noted the nonchalantness in his tone because she stormed off without another word or glance in his direction. Steve let out a loud sigh as he plopped onto the booth next to Bucky, grabbing the bottle and taking a drink just like Bucky had moments before. The two friends sat in silence, trading pulls of the fiery whiskey. Steve decided to break the silence.

“She looks great,” he whispered, avoiding eye contact with Bucky.

Bucky huffed out an unimpressed laugh, “of course she does. I didn’t leave her because she was ugly,” the words tumbling past his lips almost cutting him as deeply as your own. Steve cringed at Bucky’s crass words, the words were just more proof of how much had changed in the last decade. Steve merely shook his head, took one final drink, and stood from the booth. 

“You ever gonna tell her why you left her, Buck? It might soften here view of you a little bit?”

“Why would I do that? It’s better for her to hate me anyway,” Bucky responded before taking another long sip, feeling the slow-growing haze of the alcohol taking control. 

“What about Natasha, Buck? She deserves to know the reason why you made her leave her best friend,” Steve poked carefully, knowing the topic was one that was known to make Bucky twitchy and angry. 

But Bucky just rolled his eyes and shrugged, “she’ll get over it. She did before.” Steve repeated the loud sigh from when he’d flopped into the booth minutes before as he left Bucky alone with his thoughts.

It only took about ten more minutes of being stuck with his thoughts and a bottle of whiskey before Bucky headed out the back door for a smoke. The smell of burning tobacco reminded him of how much you’d hated it.

Ten Years Ago

“Buckyyyyy you know I hate it when you smoke,” you had whined after kissing him and making a face of disgust. 

“Sorry, honey. It just…helps,” he’d thrown the shitty answer out without providing much of an explanation. You knew what he meant. As soon as Bucky had turned eighteen and his father had made him take on the mantle of underboss officially he’d been more stressed than ever. Stressed that he would do something wrong and jeopardize the family and the business. Stressed that you wouldn’t want to stay with him the more you found out about the things he’d had to do.

But you only looked at him with that all-consuming look of adoration as you’d teased, “Mmmm, there are better ways to help with the stress,” as you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheek. He’d cheekily tried to turn his face so you were forced to kiss his lips but you’d pulled back before adding, “sorry, love. The taste of tobacco doesn’t do it for me.” 

He’d rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick of gum. The laugh that came from you at his cheeky intentions warmed his heart. Every one of your laughs were like a spot of sunshine on a dark and stormy day. They warmed him from the inside and he just wanted to be a cat and bask lazily in that warmth. 

The next two days went by as any other. Bucky hadn’t heard from Megan since he’d dismissed her from The Underworld two days ago, it wouldn’t surprise him if Natasha had said something to her on her way out that pissed her off. He knew he’d hear from her eventually when she was ready to let out all her frustrations. The legitimate ones and the sexual ones. But Bucky preferred to contact her, not the other way around, in order to maintain some semblance of control and order. 

Tonight was the Barnes Family Dinner. At least once a month, his mother tried to get every member of her family in one place to have dinner and pretend like they lead mundane lives. The one time that Bucky had rebelled against the idea of it when he was in his teens he’d made his mother cry and he’d gotten a verbal lashing from his father about how his mother didn’t ask for much and she just loved her family and wanted them to be together. Bucky had never questioned it again.

 But today Bucky was questioning everything. After drinking himself to sleep two nights ago he’d woken up with a killer hangover, the first in years, and had attempted to drown his sorrows yet again only to be stopped by Steve and Natasha. Bucky had regretted ever giving the two of them a key to his place in that moment as Steve looked at him with the sad puppy dog eyes he’d perfected over decades; meanwhile Natasha smirked evilly like she wanted to grab all the pots and pans in his kitchen and play them like an instrument to further agitate him. When he asked them what they were doing there, Steve explained that Winnie had called him in a nervous tizzy about how she’d tried calling Bucky a thousand times and each call had gone straight to voicemail. Bucky had groaned in response at the realization that his phone had died and of course it would die when his mother wanted to talk to him. 

Not wanting Winnifred to think he was died, he’d thanked Steve, dismissed him and Natasha, and plugged in his phone to contact his mother. Sure enough, twenty missed calls and at least fifty text messages from “Ma” sat awaiting response. She’d only called originally to remind him of family dinner the next night and the location she’d chosen. The call turned into a tense reminder that he needed to be more diligent about his phone so she knew he was safe. Bucky’d laughed internally at that. Nothing about his life was safe. But Winnifred Barnes knew that very well.

So here he stood, outside a bougie French restaurant on the Upper East Side, one he’d been forced to many times as a child and teen, awaiting his parents arrival. 

“Oh look at my boy, oh you’re so handsome!” He heard his mother before he saw her, in true Winnie fashion. Bucky was scooped into the arms of his mother before his father could even try to stop her. She pressed a kiss on Bucky’s cheek before pulling away to get a better look at him, as if it had been years since she’d seen him and not just a few weeks. 

“Hi, ma,” Bucky drawled, pulling her in for a tight hug. Winnifred Barnes was drop dead gorgeous. Nobody in all of New York could argue that her genes weren’t the strongest because she said copy and paste when it came to her only child. Dark brown hair streaked with grey, ‘because it made her look distinguished’ and ‘I’m not trying to look twenty five anymore!’, and a pair of the most striking blue eyes to ever stare you down. George on the other hand, had fully embraced the greying, his black hair and brown eyes looking more weathered and worn as the life took its toll. Bucky pulled his father into a quick hug, offering a clap on the back, before leading them inside to dinner. Winnie was talking his ear off about how he should try to see them more, how dinners a few times a month can’t make up for actually seeing and talking to him, Bucky was working on drowning her out a little when he noticed that she’d done it naturally. Because as they were walking through the restaurant, Bucky wasn’t on full alert like normal. And that would cost him. 

Because sure as they rounded the corner, his mother stopped pestering him and nearly squealed in his ear, “Oh my god, Y/N L/N, is that you sweetheart!?”

Bucky’s blood ran cold as he froze mid-step. Sure enough, when he turned to the left, there you were. With Senator Liam fucking Stinson. Looking like prey in front of its predator as your attention turned to the Barnes family. Bucky’s parents both started towards you with twin looks of glee and Bucky groaned inwardly, knowing that this night was going to be longer than he’d anticipated.

“Oh my sweet girl, hello how are you!?” Winnie spoke, enthusiasm brightening every word, as she paid no attention to the man beside you and swooped in for a hug. The surprise and confusion on your face told Bucky that you’d never expected this sort of reunion with his parents. 

“H-hi, Mrs. Barnes, I’m well, I hope you are,” you started but Bucky’s mother cut you off.

“Oh dear its Winnie, Mrs. Barnes is my mother-in-law,” she teased, an easier smile playing on your lips as you relaxed a little into the easygoing conversation. It didn’t last long before George Barnes himself was pulling you in for a tight hug as he whispered something into your ear, making your eyes take on that embarrassed look, before you whispered some response back, pulling out a loud laugh from the older man.

Liam Stinson looked concerned. As he should be. He had to have known that the Barnes family was aware of his ‘detective’ work and they were onto him. But judging by the look on his face, Stinson hadn’t realized just how close you were, well had been, with the Barnes family. Finally Liam spoke, making his presence known.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, James, nice to see you.”

“Oh my goodness, little Liam. All grown up and a Senator now. Marsha must be so proud,” Winnifred spoke in a practiced voice. Bucky almost snorted at the statement because if there was anyone that Winnifred Barnes disliked most, it was Marsha Stinson.

Liam continued on about his family and how they were doing but Bucky felt two sets of eyes on him. Yours and his fathers. Bucky knew that George was trying to get a read on him, to see how he felt about his former love being with the man who seemed to want to bring down the Barnes empire, but Bucky let that go. Your gaze was a mix of confusion and anger. Emotions that Bucky knew were well-deserved. The conversation was coming to a close as the hostess circled back to reroute the Barnes’ to their private table in the back.

“Oh well we won’t keep you from your dinner, Y/N it was good seeing you sweetheart, I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” his mother spoke, a trace of sadness lacing her voice. Winnie had always been close with you, you had once considered her to be like a second mother to you. That is until Bucky ripped the supports out from under you. 

“You’re as smart and beautiful as ever, sweet girl. And remember, if you ever think about leaving Stark, Barnes Inc. has a spot with your name on it,” George teased with a wink. Bucky froze yet again at what his father was suggesting and decided the conversation had truly gone far enough.

“Let’s leave the good Senator and Ms. L/N to their dinner,” he spoke before following the hostess to their table without a second look in your direction.

During dinner, George and Winnie seemed to have read that something was up with Bucky and that he wasn’t in the mood to talk about you, so they talked about everything else instead. It wasn’t until dessert was brought around that George spoke about you.

“So Y/N’s back in town. Smart and beautiful as ever. It's a shame, there was a time when I thought you two kids would run Barnes Inc. side-by-side. She’d be the Nala to your Simba,” he teased the Lion King joke that had at one point been an ongoing inside joke with his family, “but then she just…disappeared out of our lives one day. Moved all the way to California and we never heard a peep out of her again. Even Y/F/N and Y/M/N never talked about what she was doing. Any clue why that is?”

Winnie seemed interested in the answer too, and Bucky sighed as he took a sip of his cabernet sauvignon before answering, “dunno, dad. Ask her yourself if you want the answer.” Bucky’s response ended the questioning in its tracks, but the look in his father’s eyes told him that this wasn’t the end and there would definitely be more questions in the future.

When he’d made the decision to up and leave, Bucky had only told Steve, much to George’s chagrin. He knew he couldn’t tell his parents the reason why he’d left you, he didn’t know if it was from fear of how their feelings would change towards him or you, so he just pretended like he had no clue why you’d stopped showing up, at the same time pretending like he wasn’t hurt in the slightest. Because the reason Bucky left you stuck with him to this day.

Ten Years Ago

Bucky arrived at the L/N townhome, nervously playing with the ends of his coat sleeves. He wasn’t one to get nervous, but your parents had requested his presence today. A nineteen year old James Buchanan Barnes was not scared of anyone…except your parents. Ever since the two of you had started to date your parents’ opinions had soured towards him. When you were just friends they were the happiest they could be, albeit a little more strict than most parents in your socioeconomic class, but the second that playfulness turned to flirtation, they turned their backs on Bucky. Bucky wasn’t sure if it was the rumors that flew around about the Barnes family and their business, and maybe your parents just didn’t want you connected with it, but something had changed.

Your father opened the door, a frown crossing his face at the mere sight of Bucky, before he moved out of the way gesturing for Bucky to come inside. Bucky was led to the sitting room where your mother sat in a high backed chair conveniently located next to where your father would sit. In that moment they looked like a King and Queen calculating their next move. Bucky gulped as he moved his hands into his lap to keep from fiddling with his coat. 

“James, I’m sure you’re wondering why we’ve called you here,” your mother started, her tone icy as she seemed to look upon Bucky with an ever-growing sneer. Bucky tried his best not to physically shrink back at her tone. Even though she’d started to be very cold in her actions towards him, he’d never experienced this level from her before. That’s when Bucky realized this was the first time in a decade that he’d ever truly been alone with your parents. The nerves were back.

Bucky merely nodded his head, so your mother continued, “ we’ve noticed that you and Y/N have grown…closer…these past few years. And while that was fine once upon a time, things have changed. There have been…rumors…that the two of you are very close, and I know for a fact that you’ve even discussed your futures together and the wish to grow old with one another. I hate to be the bearer of this news, but that will not happen.”

Bucky’s confusion only grew as your father took over, “Our daughter will not be made a part of the Barnes family. She will not be your queen and she will never ‘work’ for Barnes Inc.”

Bucky’s heart was thundering in his chest at what your parents were implying. True you and Bucky had mentioned in passing a few times that you wanted to get married one day and start a family but that would be after college. You’d never even talked about wanting to work at Barnes Inc., partially because you knew what went on there. Bucky had tried to keep you somewhat sheltered from the life in the beginning but that just became more and more difficult as the years went on. His head was reeling as he tried to take in what your parents were saying while simultaneously trying to figure out where the hell you were. 

And that’s when your mother delivered the fatal blow, “You see, James. Y/N will never be a pawn in your game, because she’s already a soldier in ours. The Pierce family has our alliance and since the day she was born, our daughter was always supposed to marry Liam Stinson, to strengthen that alliance. And you will not prevent that.”

Ice flowed through Bucky’s veins at the mention of Pierce. Alexander Pierce was the, practically, sworn enemy of his father and somehow he’d managed to slip right under Bucky’s and George’s noses and steal the loyalties of the L/N family so easily. The ice melted into anger at the mention of the latter half of your mother’s statement. Liam Stinson was Alexander Pierce’s stepson. Some rumors had been tossed around once or twice when Bucky was younger that Pierce and Marsha had actually had an affair when Liam’s father was alive, but shortly after Marsha announced her pregnancy her husband had died in a tragic accident down at the docks. Not long after Marsha was marrying Alexander, and he was acting as father to her baby. Marsha never took the Pierce name and neither did Liam, Bucky was never sure why that was. But now, hearing the name Liam Stinson and Alexander Pierce and how they were all connected to you…broke him.

Had you been lying to him all these years? There was no way that you didn’t know about the person you were practically betrothed to, nor could you have possibly remained as unattached to Pierce in all the years of your family’s loyalty.

In that moment, Bucky felt lied to and betrayed, and he felt his emotions roiling inside of him, waiting to burst. His emotions threatened to slip out, but Bucky took on a calming air and waited for your parents to continue. It must have been the right decision because your mother smirked evilly in his direction before acknowledging your father to say his piece.

“You see, James. Y/N is a more valuable player in this game than you could have ever imagined. That’s why, you’re going to leave her.”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide and he finally let a little of that anger slip as he growled, “there’s no chance in HELL of that happening. I love her.”

“HA! Love. You’re a child. You don’t know what love is. And like all men in this life, the only love you will truly know is power. Now I suggest, you do as Y/F/N just said, and leave her for good. Or so help me god, James Barnes. We will rip your world apart,” your mother threatened. 

The anger was back as Bucky managed to utter, “and how do you expect me to convince her of this? Not sure if you’ve been paying attention but she’s smart, smarter than anyone I know. She won’t believe any lie I try to feed her.”

“Ah, see here’s what you’re going to do, James. You’re going to forget she ever existed. You’re going to lose her number, you and your friends are going to ignore her completely. Block her if you have to. But you will never have any sort of relationship with my daughter again. Do not take my threat lightly, Barnes. I mean it with every ounce of me. I will bring the entirety of the Pierce Army to your door and destroy every one and every thing you have ever loved.”

The ice in your voice was extremely chilling, and in that moment Bucky knew your mother was more serious than he’d ever seen her. But Bucky’s brain was confused and back on the train of betrayal as he thought about you and the now-obvious connections you had with Pierce and how you must have known about this plan for so long, so why would you never tell him.

‘Maybe she was spying, maybe she wants to marry Stinson, maybe she lied to you,’ his brain supplied and before he could shake the thoughts from his head your father was leaning back in his seat, appraising Bucky’s every move.

“Do we have a deal?” Your father’s voice brought Bucky back from the edge. In a minute, he’d made up his mind.

Bucky Barnes fixed your parents with a cold, steely gaze before replying, “Deal. But if you fuck with my family or any of my friends, know that you aren’t the only ones with an army. And that goes for Y/N as well. If I hear one word about how you’ve mistreated her or made her unhappy in ANY way, I will rain hellfire on your entire organization.”

The looks on your parents faces were mixed of light approval and anger as they carefully took in Bucky’s threat, the promise lying clearly in between them, before your father extended his hand to Bucky and the two shook on it before Bucky was shown to the door.

Bucky kept his promise. He stopped talking to you. He made Steve, Natasha and Sam ignore you. He told only Steve, his best friend’s reaction was one of extreme alarm and sadness. Bucky could’ve sworn he caught a smidge of regret in Steve’s eyes over his actions, but he shook it off. Bucky did it for Steve’s own good. For Natasha’s. For Sam’s. For Winnie and George. He never gained any concrete evidence that you had actually been as deeply involved as your parents, but the betrayal still stung ten years later.

But a small part of him still regretted that decision to this day.

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[stevesbestgirl]

Marvel Masterlist

Please see under the cut for my Marvel characters masterlist! Current characters include: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stucky, Natasha Romanoff, Loki, Helmut Zemo, Steven Grant, and Johnny Storm. This also includes my Eddie/Venom fic (It took place when they were in the MCU, so it counts). Enjoy!

Find my main Masterlist here!

Because it needs to be said, no one has my permission to translate or repost my fics anywhere.

Key:

🔥 - smut

❤ - fluff

💀 - angst (always with a happy ending because I am soft)

💫 - my favorites

One Shots:

Drunk Enough (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤ 💫

-> Star Spangled (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤

Teamwork (Steve Rogers x GN!Reader)  ❤

Series:

A Moment of Your Time (Mob!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 🔥

One Shots:

A Walk in the Park (Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Shades of Gray (FATWS!Bucky x enhanced!Flagsmasher!Reader) 💀

Sunshine (ex!Bucky x Reader) 💀❤

Hooked (Captain Hook!Bucky x Lost!Reader) 💀❤

Last Call (Biker!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 💫

Shooting Blind (Bucky x Reader)  ❤ 💫

In the Pit (Pit Boss!Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Secrets (Bucky Barnes x f!Reader)  ❤

One Shots

Dolled Up (Stucky x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Late Nights (Stucky x f!Reader)  🔥 💫

Performance Review (CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

Down to Business (dark!CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

The Auction (Mafia!Stucky x Reader) ❤ 🔥 💫

Part 1 Part 2

Sticky Notes (Stucky x Reader)  ❤

Series:

Vanaheim Storms (Loki x f!Reader)  ❤ 💫 Completed

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

One Shots:

Bock Haben (Zemo x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Blind Date with Daddy!Zemo (Daddy!Zemo x F!Reader) ❤

One Shots:

Don't Be Afraid (Steven Grant x Reader) 💀❤

Excited (Steven Grant x Reader) ❤🔥

Love Languages with the Moon Boys  ❤

Series:

Phases of the Moon (Steven Grant x f!Reader)  ❤

Masterlist

One Shots:

We Are Drunk (Eddie/Venom x f!Reader) 🔥

Drabbles:

There Was One Bed (Johnny Storm X f!Reader)  ❤

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #helmut zemo x reader #loki x reader #steven grant x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #moon knight x reader #masterlist #mine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic

[queen-of-the-avengers]

MCU Series

Below you’ll find series that have more than three parts and stories that are only two parters. If you see a story that only has two parts that you want to see more of, let me know!

Happy reading :)

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Series Rewrite Pairing: Varies From Movie To Movie Status: In Progress Summary: You call Earth home after fifty years of running from your home planet. There, you meet all kinds of people that you help, including the two loves of your lives: Bucky Barnes and Loki Laufeyson. They are two different sides of the same coin. How can you ever choose between them, and will you?

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Between Love and Hate Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Status: In Progress Summary: Loving Bucky Barnes is like waiting for a grenade to go off. Fearful yet thrilling. Every time you allow yourself to feel something for him, a piece of you is chipped away and stored in his jacket pocket. How can you love a man who murders people for a living? How can you hate a man who gives you the world? You're stuck in the middle with no clear way to the end.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

My Savior Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader Status: Completed Summary: Your entire life has been spent in and out of hospitals because you have ESRD or kidney failure. The only thing you’ve ever known is being hooked to monitors and machines that live for you. Never straying too far from the hospital, and never really connecting with anyone. When you get the news you have a kidney waiting for you, your donor surprises you in more ways than one… and he does something for you that you can’t ever repay him for.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Cat and Mouse Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Status: In Progress Summary: Much like Bucky, you've been a toy that Hydra just loves to use. You were taken at such a young age that you were shaped into what they wanted you to be. Well, you're not doing it anymore. You escaped. You got out. But that doesn't mean you can't fall back into the monster they made you.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

New World Order Pairing: Zombie!Steve Rogers x Vampire!Fem!!Reader Status: In Progress Summary: When the emergency alarms sounded, you knew the world wasn’t ever going to be the same. A new dawn is approaching with a whole new set of rules. One where you and the love of your life are no longer human. Well, that’s what you thought until you figured out the cure that will save humanity.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Monster Inside You Pairing: Steve Rogers x Succubus!Fem!Reader Status: On Hold Summary: One fatal mistake and your life is turned upside down. You have to live with the consequences of what happened to you, and you're not always good at controlling your urges. Still, you do your best to keep who you are while still embracing this new side to you.

The Voice Behind Karen // Part 2 Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader Summary: You’re Tony Stark’s daughter and also the AI in Peter’s suit. He calls you Karen but your name is Y/N. After he discovers your secret, you two get closer.

Office Romance // Part Two Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader Summary: You have a crush on your boss, and it's news to you when she shows you that she has one on you, too.

Pick A Side // Better Late Than Never Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Fem!Reader Summary: Everyone expected you to pick your dad's side when it came to the Accords. You didn't. He kicked you out of his life. Now it's finally time to face him.

Not Allowed // Part Two Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Fem!Reader Summary: You go on a date with a man that Bucky doesn't approve of. He uses his power to break it up which is the best thing that could have happened to your relationship with Bucky.

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing // Part Two Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: For an entire year you've been stuck inside your mind with no escape. Never did you think you'd be in such an abusive relationship, but he won't let you leave. Not until you see an opportunity through Bucky to confess everything he's ever done to you. Will you be saved?

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[aliashborn]

(S) Mafia boss Dom!GP!Natasha Romanoff x wife Sub!femboy!reader

Warnings: 18+, dom Natasha, sub reader, big ass femboy reader, GP Natasha, fluff, pet names, anal, loving sex, comfort sex

Summary: When reader sees that his wife (husband) is so angry and stressed because of some troubles, he decides to help the mother of their adoptive child by releasing some of that stress into a tight hole.

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"Mommy, what is mama doing?" Your 5 year old adopted daughter, Rose, asked as she pulled on your pants from below with puppy dog eyes :"Why isn't she spending time with us?"

You were silent for a moment before you sighed and gently picked her up as you hugged her :"Well, baby, mama has been a little busy with work lately, that's why she has been in her office all day long."

She buried her face in your neck as she hugged you and spoke with a sad tone :"But I want to play with mama… Mommy, can you bring mama out of her room?"

A helpless smile made its way to your beautiful face as you gulped nervously :'Baby, you have no idea what would happen to mommy if he interrupted your mama while she was working…' "Sigh, baby, you know that mama doesn't like it when we distract her while she's working…"

Your words died in your delicate throat as you saw Rose staring at you with big, puppy dog eyes :"Please, mommy? I really want to spend time with mama. You've said it yourself that spending too much time on working is bad, haven't you?"

You tried to struggle, you really did, especially since you knew that Natasha would remember it and use the chance to do whatever she wants as "punishment" later.

But you couldn't succeed. You just seriously couldn't win against your dear daughter when she used her puppy dog eyes. You pursed your lips and pouted as you mock glared at her :"... That's really unfair, you know?"

Rose held herself in your arms with one hand on your shoulder as she raised the other arm in victory :"Hooray!" Causing you to sigh with a helpless smile :"Fine, I will do it, you mischievous jerk…"

As you put her down so she could go and play while you fetched Natasha, you gulped, slightly nervous as you bit your plump, rosy lip :'If I don't want Natty to be mean to me later, I have to satisfy her right now, so she wouldn't have anything to punish me for…

Sigh, whatever, as a good husband (wife), I should help my wife (husband) relieve some "stress" when she is tired! And… I guess she will really like it if I "dress up" a bit…"

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"No, you fucking retarded pieca shit! You will either fix this fucking mess that you've made till tomorrow morning, or I will make it so you're at the bottom of a river by tomorrow noon!" Natasha snarled into her second phone which was exclusive only to her "business" before she hung up without hesitation.

As she put her phone on her table, she leaned back on her comfortable chair as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :'Goddamn it, these sorry excuses of human beings… Sigh, I wonder what detka (baby) and Rose are doing? I have barely gotten the chance to see either of them because of this bullshit…'

While she rubbed her temples to calm down, the sound of the door leading to your and her bedroom was heard. (Natasha's office is right next to your bedroom, so she had made it so there were two doors, one directly connecting to your bedroom, and one to the hallway.)

"moya lyubov' (my love)?" She called out tiredly without looking as she continued to rub her temples while you walked towards her :"Mhm, baby, it's me."

When she felt your soft and delicate hands on her stiff shoulders, she hummed in satisfaction as she basically sank onto her seat :"Thanks, detka (baby), I seriously needed this."

The sound of your chuckle was heard, making her smile gently before she smirked when she heard your seductive voice :"Oh, I think you need something more, my love~."

"Oh? And what would tha-" Her voice died in her throat when she took in your appearance. Your long, pinkish red hair was free, no longer in a braid. You wore a red button up crop top with only the first button being buttoned up, doing nothing to hide the extremely small bikini top which could only hide your big and sexy nipples, failing to even hide your areola.

Your lower half wasn't any better, with a white, short skirt that barely managed to even reach your thighs, causing the black thong under it to be slightly visible.

Natasha gulped, just for nothing to go down her throat from how dry her mouth was. She was honestly a little taken aback, you weren't one to normally service her like this without her asking you to.

But she immediately calmed down as she smirked and held up a hand for you to place your fingers on before she helped you sit on her thighs with one leg on either side :"Well well well, isn't this a surprise? Definitely a pleasant one, but why?"

As you took in her slightly tired state, your heart sank from worry. You couldn't help but kiss her lovingly on the lips, a kiss that she returned without hesitation as she placed her hands on your waist.

It wasn't a lustful one, but a gentle kiss with love and fondness only. Natasha could see that you were worried for her, and as happy as she was that you cared so much about her, she hated making you worry about her health.

So she just wanted to share a loving kiss with you to assure you that she's alright. As you broke the kiss, you placed your hand on her cheek, smiling when she leaned into your touch :"I knew that you would be pretty tired and frustrated, so I decided to come and "help" you."

Natasha bit her bottom lip with a lustful gaze and a hungry smirk as she unbuttoned her own shirt :"Then don't mind if I dig in-"

"No." But you interrupted her mid sentence as you gently stopped her hands, causing her to look at you with confusion as you smiled gently and fondly at her after pecking her on the lips :"I want to take care of you, so let me."

Her smirk returned, but now, it was a mix of a lustful and fond smirk as she leaned back on her comfortable chair :"Then go ahead, detka (baby). You can be in charge this time."

You nodded with a slightly excited smile, it wasn't often that she let you take charge, so you were going to make it as enjoyable as possible for the both of you.

You gently pecked her lips again before moving down slowly, placing delicate kisses on her cheek, chin, and stopping when you reached her neck. As you started kissing her beautiful neck and sucking on the delicate skin, your hands moved and unbuttoned her shirt.

As you unbuttoned all of the buttons, you couldn't help but bite your lip at the sight of her gorgeous, full breasts. You might be the bottom, but you certainly weren't just gay.

Being a bi meant that you could enjoy the beauty of both guys and girls at the same time, and you couldn't be happier, since you could look at her to-die-for breasts!

Natasha couldn't but chuckle as she raised a seductive eyebrow at your doe eyes of lust :"See anything you like, moya lyubov' (my love)? I can feel your hard on twitching on my leg."

"How can I not be hard…" You answered almost in a whisper as you kissed her collar bone before gently kissing the top of her breasts :"When I'm looking at the perfect boobs of such a gorgeous woman?"

"Good boy." Natasha smiled as she patted your head while your hands moved to her back as she leaned forward a little so you could unclasp her bra. As you unhooked it quickly, you helped her take off her shirt and bra as she leaned back again while you looked at her beautiful nipples, nearly drooling.

It was a little hard, but you didn't care as you went even lower and started gently sucking on her perfect boob while you gently played with her free nipple with your hand.

A gentle and satisfied sigh left her plump lips as yours were latched onto her nipple, gently sucking and licking it before you let go of it with a satisfying "pop!" and then you moved to her other nipple so it wouldn't feel lonely.

After playing with them a little, you reluctantly let go when you noticed how empty your hole felt and how hard your member was. It was also hard to not notice Natasha's when it was pressing onto your balls from below, a strange, but satisfying sensation.

A whimper escaped your lips as you gently sat on her hard member and began to gently rub your bottom balls and hole which were covered by the rage named thong on her long, thick penis while you supportee yourself with your hands on her strong knees.

However, it seems like the pleasure was too little for Natasha as she growled impatiently :"Stop teasing me, Y/N, just get to it already."

"Oh? Well seems like someone is impatient~." You smiled teasingly and seductively as you raised an eyebrow before she growled again with a warning gaze :"Yeah, impatient enough to bend you over my desk and fuck you till you can't stand if you don't cut the bullshit."

You pouted as you raised your plump ass so she could take of her pants before she palmed your big ass cheeks, causing you to yelp and jump a little as Natasha chuckled dominantly :"And you said that I'm impatient? You're the one who has lubed himself up and came here prepared for a nice dicking."

You arched your back as your breathing picked up when she spread your ass cheeks while her fingertips grazed your wet and open hole :"N-Nat, you said that I can be in charge…"

She looked up at you with a teasing smile as she lowered you and lined up her big dick with your entrance, making you bite your lip to stiffle a moan as your eyes closed :"I can't help myself, I just want to ram my dick inside and start fucking this tight hole~."

A gentle gasp left you when she pushed the tip inside a little, but stopped when you looked at her with pleading eyes :"My love, please? Please let me take care of you just this once, okay? Y-you can take the charge after I make you cum once, okay? Please?"

A loving smile formed on her mesmerizing face as she kissed you for a moment before leaning back again and resting her hands on the armrests of the chest :"Only because I love you and that you asked so nicely."

You smiled as you pecked her lips before putting a hand on her shoulder for support as you lined up her huge member with your hole with your other hand as you gently sat.

A moan left the lips of both of you as her member entered you while your velvety walls squeezed her nicely, causing her to groan out :"Fuck~, you're as tight as the fifth time I fucked you."

As you completely sheathed her dick inside of you, you couldn't help but chuckle while panting a little :"What? Aren't you supposed to say as tight as the first time?"

Natasha snorted with a smirk as she pushed up suddenly, causing you to moan out loud at the sensation :"You kidding me, the first time I fucked you, you were so damn tight that my dick honestly hurt. It was only at the fourth or fifth time that your asshole finally got used to me. Enough of that, start moving already."

You nodded with a lustful face as your gently hugged her neck for support as you raised your ass and brought it down again while moaning loudly each time it hit your prostate :"Mhm~ fuck… You're so huge, baby. Fuck, I love you."

Natasha hugged your waist as she smiled and moaned gently while you fucked your on her dick :"I love you too, detka (baby). God, I love this tight hole. This fucking hole was just made for my dick. I love you so much, moya lyubov' (my love)."

As you jumped up and down on her dick while the both of you continued expressing your love for each other, you clearly felt yourself getting close, and by how her cock was twitching inside of you, she was close too.

As she continued kissing and sucking on the sweet spot of your neck hard enough to leave hickeys like how she had been for a while now, she bit down on your neck as a warning :"Don't you fucking dare stop. I'm so close, love, just continue jumping up and down on mommy's cock like a good boy."

You nodded quickly without replying, too cock drunk and busy moaning to answer as you continued doing what you were doing, pleasuring the both of you.

Her hands traveled lower as she palmed your ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks as she pulled you down as you both came, she deep in your stomach, and you on her belly.

After she continued gently fucking you to prolong your orgasms, your head fell on her shoulder while you panted and twitched from the aftermath of the intense orgasm.

The panting Natasha started soothingly rubbing your back up and down as she kissed your ear, causing you to gasp a little :"Shh, detka (baby), you did so well for me. That felt amazing, dorogoy (sweetheart). I love you."

You smiled gently as you shakily pulled back and kissed her lovingly :"I love you too, my love." causing her own smile to grow even happier before it turned mischievous :"Now, I was promised a second round, right?"

You were a little speechless, especially since you were a little tired from doing all the work yourself. But well, you smiled and chuckled helplessly :"Okay, baby, whatever you say."

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