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anagentinwriting · 3 years

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Lifeline - Part 17

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 3800+

Warnings: Angst, violence, suspense, kidnapping

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Nat kept a watchful eye on Thor when he came back to the waiting room. He was twirling his phone in his hand when his eyes connected with hers; He shot her a hard glare before shaking his head. She grimaced, letting out a scoff and stood up a little straighter. She turned her attention back to assist Clint with asking routine questions to Bucky, Carol, and Val. Bucky’s eyes connected with hers, and he reached out, taking her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. She nodded, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

Nat tried to focus on doing her job, but she was too close to this. You were one of her best friends, and she was scared for you in this situation. She wanted to believe what Thor was saying about Jig and Billy being the same person, but she needed proof or some sort of evidence, pointing them in that direction. Steve’s phone was the key to this, but she couldn’t go through it in case they needed it to use against him in court. She didn’t have a problem with lying, but if the defense found out what she did, she would be screwed and possibly lose her job. Billy deserved to be locked up for everything he did to you, and that cell phone would be another reason on a long list of reasons to lock him up. She wanted to protect you like Thor did, but it needed to be done right.

“Natasha,” Thor shouted, forcing her head to snap in his direction. He was heading their way with Sam behind him. “Sam can confirm Billy and Jig are the same person. He met Jig once.”

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. “Is this true, or are you making it up?”

“It’s true,” Sam nodded. “I met him one night at Happy’s. It was a quick meeting, but you don’t forget that white boy’s pretty face.”

Nat’s mouth dropped open, covering it with her hand in shock. Bucky was beside her, placing a reassuring hand on the small of her back. She looked over at him with tearful eyes as her mind drifted to the worst-case scenario. Bucky pulled her into a hug, and everything around her became white noise.

Billy got to you; he abducted you and almost killed Steve in the process. She squeezed her eyes shut, pulling Bucky closer. How did this happen? How did he even find you? How long has he been here? What was going to happen to you? All these unanswered questions flooded her mind until everything went silent. This was what she needed, evidence to find you and bring you home safe. Her eyes snapped open, pulling away from Bucky. She smirked at him, and his blue eyes narrowed at her.

“Keep me updated on Steve, will you?” She whispered, putting her hands on his cheeks.

He nodded. “As long as you do the same with YN.”

She kissed him, turning around and catching Thor’s eye. “Thor, let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?” Thor was looking between everyone as if asking if they had the answers.

“To find your sister, but we may have to ask for a little help.”

“But, I thought you weren’t technically on the case?”

“Small technicality. Nick will forgive me; I’m one of his favorites,” she winked, and Clint nodded in agreement. “Besides, I’m also a concerned friend of the victim, and I’m just following a possible lead. It could lead to something, or it might not.” Nat shrugged, looking over to Clint. “Cover for me?”

“It’s what I do best.”

“Let’s go get this bastard,” Thor stated, giving Nat a forgiving nod.

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The soft melody coming from the radio woke you up, but you didn’t move. A breeze hit your face, and the smell of the ocean hit your nose. A calm sensation came over you as you moved ever so slightly, feeling your hands bound, restricting your movement. Taking in another breath, a hint of familiar cologne came to your senses. You gulped, turning your head to what you hoped was a window. A sharp pain hit the side of your face, making you wince, causing your eyes to flicker open. The car sat parked near the ocean, and you could see the sun rising in the distance, cascading a soft glow over the landscape. You glanced at your hands, seeing a zip tie wrapped around them. You gulped, looking over to the driver’s seat to find your ex-husband wrapping his wrist. Your eyes widened as your mind flashed to him on the other side of the door, Steve laying motionless on the ground, the struggle in your condo, Cosmo attacking, and a punch to your face that knocked you out cold.

“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”

“What… what did you do?” You stammered, feeling tears start to form in your eyes.

He smirked, taping the gauze on his wrist. “I think the better question is what did you do?” You narrowed your eyes, wincing as a sharp pain traveled alongside your face. Your hand shot to your face, touching the tender area between your eye and cheekbone. “I warned you what would happen if you left. People would get hurt, but you didn’t listen.”

“Is he dead?”

“Who? Steve? Would it make a difference if he was?” He quirked an eyebrow as your bottom lip trembled, staring out the window at the ocean. “I wouldn’t worry about him anymore.”

“Why did you do that?” Your voice cracked as a sob escaped from your mouth. “He was a good man.”

“Steve was a great guy. I didn’t want to hurt him. I liked Steve. He was one helluva pool player, and we were friends,” he paused, your head snapping in his direction. “But, when he put his hands on you. I wanted to kill him.” Billy clenched his fists, shaking his head. “Steve doesn’t deserve you. He was never good enough for you. Hell, he was just using you to get over his dead wife.” He let out a breath, his dark brown eyes connected with yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “If you stayed home and didn’t leave me, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. Steve wouldn’t be dead because of you.”

Your stomach dropped, with tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You squeezed your eyes shut as the sharp pain radiating from your cheek was welcoming compared to what you were feeling inside. You swallowed down a sob, but your shaky breath didn’t dissipate. Your head clouded up, blocking out any other sound besides your racing heart. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to blink the tears away, but a few escaped down your cheeks and landed on your jeans. You stared at the wet droplets, unable to move, only being able to concentrate on your breathing. You sniffled, clearing your throat. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Does it matter?” He arched a brow at you. “I will give you some credit though, leaving that note saying you and Loki took an impromptu trip together. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, you two are attached at the hip, so I knew you would be back in a few days, but you never did come home. Even after I saw Loki’s posts about being back home, but still no you. ” He leaned back in his seat, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

“The most frustrating part of all was that you never returned my calls, which led me straight to Loki, and he told me you were staying with him for a few more days. I thought, ‘Alright. I get it. You want some time.’” He sighed, shaking his head. “After a few more days of no new texts and no returned phone calls. I decided to sneak into Loki’s and quickly realized you weren’t staying there. In fact, it looked like you were never there. Then I proceeded to go to your work, which I now realized I should’ve done to begin with because I discovered you quit.” He paused, hitting the steering with your palm, making you jump in your seat.

“It was embarrassing to find out your wife left you in front of her co-workers.” He clenched his jaw, staring daggers at you. “This led to me tracking your phone, but it never did tell me where you were.” He smirked. “I am almost positive it involved an anti-tracker app. Smart play.” He nodded. “Nice to know you learned a few things from me during our time together, but I’m surprised you didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

“Who's to say I didn’t,” you countered, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

He cackled in the seat next to you, shaking his head, and in one quick motion grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. You tried to jerk away, but he tightened his hold. All the mischief in his eyes was gone, replaced with his harsh gaze. He clenched his jaw, making you gulp and stare into the depths of his emotionless eyes. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Running off to your big brother, thinking he would protect you. It’s cute really, but deep down, he didn't do his job the first time, let alone this time. He didn’t protect you. He didn’t keep you safe. It’s comical, just how easy it was to get you back.” He scoffed, licking his lips. “And Loki’s all the same. They’re both egoistic, self-absorbed, and out for themselves. It’s poetic, how you were always there for them, but they were never there for you like I was.” He reached over and dragged his fingers against your cheek. You clenched your jaw, pulling away from his touch.

“What do you want from me?” You mumbled, observing him from the corner of your eye.

He sighed, dropping his hand. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to come home where it is safe. Come home to someone who actually cares about you. My god, YN, you have no idea how much I have missed you and….and I’m sorry,” he confessed as his voice cracked. Your head snapped in his direction to see him running a hand through his hair. “I was an asshole for how I treated you, and I can’t believe I became that person.” His gaze caught yours, noticing his lips trembling. “I told you I would change, but I didn’t, and I don’t know why.” He paused, clearing his throat. “I want to change, but I don’t think I can do it without you. I need you. You have always believed in me more than I believed in myself. I don’t want to lose what we have together. Please come home to me. I forgive you for running. I want to start over, start fresh, start that family you always wanted. Anything; I will do anything,” he begged with tears on the verge of falling.

You swallowed, staring wide-eyed at him, not knowing what to say. Billy has always been a confident talker, telling you what you wanted to hear and making all the right promises. He could coax you into coming back every time you left him with his caring apologetic words. You believed you could trust him time and time again. He could persuade you into getting what he wanted, not what you wanted.

You rubbed your lips together, knowing what you should say or at least what he wanted you to say. But, you didn’t need him anymore, like he needed you. You moved on, and in this moment, he couldn’t control you anymore. “I want to start a family, Billy.” His shoulders sank in relief as a smile crossed his features. “But, I don’t want it with you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Our relationship is a repeating pattern that causes both of us pain. I can’t do this with you anymore,” you breathed, your eyes flickering to his; they changed from sincere and honest to dark and destructive in a matter of seconds.

He brought his hand down his face, shaking his head. “You don’t get to say when this is over. I do.” He let out a deep breath and slapped you across the face. You yelped, sending a shooting pain down your same cheek, bringing tears to the corner of your eye. You leaned away from him, reaching for the door handle, and tried to push it open, but he grabbed a hold of you and held a knife to your throat.

“STOP MOVING,” he grunted through clenched teeth. You quit squirming and stared at the blade against your throat. “It didn’t have to come to this. ” He clenched his jaw, grabbing the passenger seat belt and strapped you in. He leaned forward, his breath fanning against your ear as he whispered, “I have a plan, but unlike yours, it will work.”

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Thor and Nat walked through the doors of your dispatch center. Thor’s eyes scanned the many individuals typing away at their screens and talking into their headpieces. It was a different scene than what he was used to. It felt calmer and less hectic, but on the other end of the calls, he could only imagine what people were going through.

Bruce made eye contact with them, holding up his pointer finger as he helped one of the dispatchers at their desk.

“Bruce, busy man,” Thor chuckled, and Nat hummed in agreement.

“Thor, Nat, hi. Any news? Have the police found anything?” Bruce asked, walking over to them.

“Don’t get me started on the police. At YN house, they were walking around finding clues and placing their little yellow numbers by them, and taking pictures. Like, what is that going to do? They should be out looking for her since I already told them who abducted her, but no one believed me.” Thor shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Calm down, big guy, it’s called procedure, and we were finding evidence.” Nat patted him on the shoulder before turning to Bruce. “Anyways, we came to ask for a favor, and we think you could help us with it.”

“Name it,” Bruce nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We need to track this number, but the fastest way without a warrant is to go through dispatch, or so I heard,” Nat hinted, raising her eyebrows.

“What is it? Landline or cell phone?”

“Cell phone.”

“Cell phones are trickier since we don’t get an automatic address like we do with landlines. Our system has to digitally request the phone’s location from the cellular network. I will have to put in a manual request, which won’t be a problem, it will just take some time,” Bruce stated, going over to one of the computers. “What’s the number?” Thor read the number off his phone as Bruce typed it in and quickly filled in the necessary information.

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Billy pulled into a gas station and parked the car behind it. He reached behind your seat, hearing him shuffle around and come forward with a scissor, wet nap, and a baseball cap. He cupped your face in his hands, using the wet-nap to wipe your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the pain on your cheek. “There’s my girl, all cleaned up.” He lifted your head with his finger and tilted it in all directions. He grabbed ahold of your bound hands, cutting the zip tie from your wrists. “Put this hat on, and just know, if you run, you don’t want to know what I will do.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. He squeezed your hands before getting out of the car and coming around the front to get you. He opened the door, instantly putting his arm around your shoulder, leaning into you. You tensed up, smelling the all-to-familiar cologne that sent your nerves firing in warning. It was a cologne you loved, having picked out for him when you first started dating, but now it filled your head with many unpleasant memories.

“Loosen up, hon, you can trust me,” he whispered in your ear, hitting the bill of your hat, making you readjust it.

You gave him a hard nod, forcing a tight smile. He let go of you as someone was walking out, holding the door for the two of you. You looked the man straight in the face, hoping he would take a look at you and help in some way, but Billy mumbled a quick thanks and took your hand. You glanced at the guy behind the register, but he stared down at his phone while Billy dragged you to the drink coolers.

“What do you want?”

“Can I run to the bathroom? Can’t pick anything on a full bladder,” you smirked, squeezing his hand.

“Of course, make it quick,” he nodded, letting go of your hand.

You walked back up the aisle and down another, glancing at the man behind the counter, who was still staring down at his phone. Keeping a watchful eye on Billy, you snatched a set of permanent markers from the shelf and hid them in the front of your pants and under your shirt. You took one last peek over your shoulder to see Billy’s eyes following you and opened the door to the ladies restroom.

You locked the door and leaned against it, taking in your surroundings, but there was nothing that could help you. It was a single stall bathroom with no windows. How come the only bathrooms that ever seemed to have windows were in the movies. You sighed, rubbing your forehead. There weren’t many options left: leave a note and hope someone sees it and gets help. It felt silly, but what did it hurt? You pulled the markers from the front of your pants and grabbed a brown paper towel, scribbling out a message and placing it by the sink along with the markers.

Gripping the edge of the bathroom counter, you let out a deep breath, staring down into the semi-dirty sink. You removed your hat, running your hand through your hair, and looked up at your reflection in the mirror. It was like you were right back to where you started, staring at the fragile woman you thought you left behind. The color around your right eye was changing to a dark black and blue, your cheek was puffy, and there was a small cut on your lip.

“You can get through this,” you reassured yourself, splashing cold water on your face. “Someone is looking for you.” Splash. “Someone will find you.” Splash. “Steve isn’t dead because of you.” Splash.

You stared at the water flowing out of the faucet as images of Steve started filling your mind. His signature smirk, his chest-grabbing laugh, his caring yet determined personality, and how he... Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. You squeezed them shut, sniffling, before opening your eyes to your reflection. “No crying; not yet at least; first, you need to make it out.” You cleared your throat, promising yourself with a nod. You slipped the hat back on and opened the door, jumping in surprise to find Billy waiting there.

“Grabbed your favorites,” he grinned, holding them up. You forced a smile, following him to the register. Billy placed the drinks, snacks, and a few wound cleaning supplies on the counter. You smirked, remembering Cosmo’s rescue efforts. The front door jingled, pulling your attention to a mother and her young daughter walking in.

“Okay, Monica, run to the bathroom, and I’ll grab us some snacks.” You let out a small sigh of relief, smirking at them going their separate ways.

“We should start a family once we settle into our new home,” he whispered into your ear with a smirk on his lips.

“New home?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“It’s part of my plan.” He wiggled his eyebrows, paying the man with cash. “You always wanted a family; why not start now.” He shrugged, leaning into you. He smiled at the clerk, grabbing the bag and holding out his other hand to you. You took it, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

Billy dragged you back out to the car and let go of your hand. He opened the back door while you headed for the passenger side door. “Wait, don’t get in; we’re switching cars. He should be here any minute.”

“Why?”

“I’m sure the police already have the make and model of this car through surveillance video or the license plate number from the note you left in the ladies room.”

“What note?”

“Don’t play stupid. I’m not an idiot, besides why else would you be smirking at a mother and daughter,” he sneered while a car pulled up beside them. “Speak of the devil, right on time.”

A Rolls Royce Wraith pulled up, forcing you to roll your eyes. This was his getaway car, more than a quarter of a million-dollar car, and he expected to get away with you. It was the same car he owned in New York, but this one had updated California license plates. A bald man got out of the driver's side, coming over to you and Billy. It was hard not to be creeped out by him, with a milky left eye and a scar underneath it.

Billy’s phone buzzed once more in his hand. He looked down at it, letting out a quiet snicker. He read off the abduction alert, including your name, what you looked like, and what you were wearing last. “Turns out you got someone looking for you after all. It’s a shame they aren’t going to find you.”

You gulped, noticing the bald man smirking. “As requested, your new phone--” he handed Billy a flip phone while Billy handed him his smartphone “--with a few contacts that you can trust and help you if it’s necessary. And everything you requested is in the back seat, but knowing you, Billy, you two have already disappeared.”

Your breathing quickened at his words, your eyes darting between the two men shaking hands. Billy had the perfect plan, and you were stepping right into it. You were going to disappear, become a ghost, and no one was going to be able to find you. Your defeated eyes caught Billy’s, not missing the amusement dancing in his. You bit your lip, staring into the distance, hoping the daughter saw your note and called the police. But it dawned on you that help wasn’t coming, which left you with two options: start over and try to be happy with him, or adapt and overcome.

“Thank you for your help, Agent Orange. I’ll owe you one.” Orange nodded at Billy, walking over to the previous car before getting in and driving away. “Well, get in, honey. It’s time to go on our road trip.”

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 17! This doesn't sound like it will be a fun road trip, and from the looks of it, Billy seems to be one step ahead of her with every move she makes. How is she gonna out think him? If you haven't noticed already, Billy is a real piece of work, and I'm hoping he came off as a psychopath in this part. If not I tried my best, it's hard to tap into a dark mindset like that! Haha! I will say though, Ben Barnes, who plays Billy Russo, is an attractive man, but I will admit his brown eyes can get scary dark sometimes. Like when he's mad, you can just see it in his eyes, so I tried to play off that. And it seems like he has a buddy helping him, Agent Orange, I wonder how they know each other? Also, we kind of have a better understanding where Nat's head was at at the end of the last part. She was worried about her friend and wanted everything to be done right, and put Billy away for good. And what do you think of her and Thor teaming up to find her? And can't forget that little assist from Bruce, but will they be able to find her before she disappears forever or will something worse happen along the way? Is Steve gonna pull through? And man, I sure hope Cosmo is doing okay! Until next week, thanks again!

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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years

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Man Out of Time: Chap. 12, Nomads

Charlie's POV:

The Avengers seem to be no more. Our civil war ripped us apart, and it feels there's no going back. Clint and Scott were able to strike deals with the government and opted for house arrest. They both have children, and families, so that makes perfect sense. Clint checks in as much as he and Nat deem safe. Such a big papa bear, making sure I'm ok. Bucky is frozen in Wakanda hoping that Shuri, T'Challa's sister can work her magic on his brain. Wanda and Vision typically spend most their time together, keeping low profiles. While Steve, Nat, Sam, and myself have become rogue nomads. We travel around the world in silence. Sometimes working under the radar on missions, and other times living an odd family life. There's a familiarity between the four of us.

Nat and I try to keep the atmosphere around us as light hearted as possible. Making sure to remember birthdays and holidays. All of us keep in touch with everyone else through the media. Peter seems to be keeping his neighborhood of Queens as safe as a teenager can. No doubt he's receiving help from Tony. I'm glad Tony is able to put his energy into a protege. He needs that outlet. We still haven't heard anything concerning Bruce. I can hear the pain in Nat's voice every time he's brought up. Thor seems to still be off world, possibly still in Asgard. Rhodey we learned is still recovering from his fall. He's alive and okay, that's all I care about.

Even though we have each other we all hope for the day when we can all be together and not spread throughout the globe. Most of us too stubborn to make contact with one another. A quietness settles around us. There isn't a deep need for our services currently. We all take turns reading and listening to any news where we may be of assistance. Not working is an odd mixture of contentment at times and extreme boredom and unrest at other times. The unrest is most notable on Steve's face. He's spent so many years being America's golden boy, ready when needed. Feeling he's at his best in a war.

I sit on our old and broken-down couch for the month mindlessly flipping through channels. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun, whisps framing my now too light skin. I'm wearing one of Steve's t-shirts, it still smells of his clean body, my jean shorts are too short to be seen under his too large shirt. The end of June is bringing a deep heat and humidity in the air. Steve slumps down beside me, putting his arm around me huffing as he sits on the part of the couch with a spring trying to creep out of the cushion. It causes unnecessary discomfort, but Steve wants to be close to me.

We have become closer this past year, still not labeling us, it doesn't seem important anymore. We still keep each other close, still need each other, still crave the others touch, still have desire to not be apart for too long. I lean my head over on his shoulder and he twists his head to kiss my temple, his now bearded face tickles me and I let out an airy giggle. He reaches over to grab the remote out of my hand, to click through the channels himself.

I twist my body and scoot down on the couch so I can lay my head on Steve's lap, stretching my legs to rest and dangle over the armrest. His arm that was around my shoulder falls to my stomach. His fingers roam around until they find the hem of his shirt and he slips his hand underneath. He ghosts his fingers across my skin, traveling further up. I put my arm up resting my hand across his jawline and brush against his beard. This has become my favorite feature of the now nomad Steve. He's beautiful as a clean cut, fresh shaven man. But he's beyond sexy with his luscious beard and growing locks.

A strand falls down by his eye and I flick it away. His fingers brush further up my body and stops at my bra. "Why do you have that damn thing on? It's just us here."

"Would you prefer I took it off Captain?" I smile up at him.

He looks down at me with a crooked smirk. "Princess, if I didn't want it off your perfect breasts, I wouldn't have said anything." His fingers slide across my chest gently and stealthily, eyes back to focusing on the TV, when he realizes the clasp is on the front. His fingers quickly unfasten it and his fingers push it aside and begin slowly fondling my breasts. We hold this way for several moments. Him watching nothing at all on the tv, playing with my breasts, causing my nipples to protrude up as chill bumps pull up all over my body. I continue looking up at him. He's perfect, and I wish that this was our life, not life on the run constantly in the back of our minds.

I close my eyes and bite my lip. Thinking of a different life. A life where we weren't constantly on edge. A life where our extended family was together, happy, and thriving. Steve's hand starts to slip down my stomach, reaching the waist of my shorts and effortlessly unbuttoning them. He slips his hand under my panties. I deeply inhale as his hand adds pressure and rubs on my clit. He lets out a soft moan. "You're so wet." I smile and my own hands go under his shirt, lightly using my fingernails to tickle his abs. This is the simplicity our life should be. Lazily pleasuring one another. Taking the time to feel one another, just being comfortable. Content.

He pulls his fingers out and up to his mouth, sucking each finger slowly, making sure his mouth pops as he removes them. I pull my body up and straddle his lap. We stare at one another for a moment. Taking in each other's appearance. This...this is pure bliss; I never want it to end. Slowly we move towards one another until our lips touch. He places sweet kisses on my lips when our lips meet. His hands shift to my hips, pulling me closer to his swollen jeans. He wants me to feel he's aroused, and it works I whimper into his mouth, and he uses his hands to guide a rocking motion on top of him.

I reach down and pull off his shirt, and while his hands are off my hips, he takes the time to remove my own. He growls when he sees my bra still draped over my back, and I adjust my arms and it falls in front of his feet. My hands trace along his shoulders and chest. Committing his body to my memory. My hands trail down his chest and sides, slipping behind him and pulling his body closer to mine with a jerk. I feel his mouth smile on my lips. I'm not as submissive with him as I once was. He finds my brattiness cute, and it makes me want to be aggressive with him in return.

He shifts my head to give himself better access to my neck as he kisses and sucks down my neck, collar bone, and shoulder. He adjusts his hands on my elbows, urging me to move my body up higher, so his mouth can roam down my body, finding a nipple as he begins sucking on one, and teasing the other nipple with his hand. My head bends back as a, "Captain." Whispers off my lips. He changes the sucking to nibbling, approving his pet name whispering out of my mouth. My mind is hazy as I'm just enjoying Steve's exploration of my body.

"Hey guys we're...woah woah, Charlie, put ya some damn clothes on!" Sam screams covering his eyes. My body sinks down and I shove Steve's face into my chest. Nat steps out from Sam, and she snickers. "Steve, this is a common room! You two have a private room for things like this. Shit, I'm scarred! Did you have to eat her tit in front of me?"

Nat cackles holding her sides. My cheeks are hot and red. Steve laughs, his shoulders begin shaking as his laugh rumbles down his whole body, and vibrates through my own chest. I nervously laugh. Unfortunately, instances such as Nat and Sam walking in on us happen more often than I care to admit. It never ceases to become less embarrassing. Steve removes his face from my chest and my embarrassment becomes a thing of the past. His eyes crinkle as he looks at me, his smile and laugh have finally lit up his whole face. Moments like these are few and far between. There's a deep sadness that's been growing within Steve, and this moment, seeing my Captain so light hearted and shining makes my heart swell.

I begin to laugh, bringing my hand up to Steve's face, memorizing how happy he is in this moment. "I don't know why you three find this so funny. Of all the damn places you two could be going at it, it's right where we all sit and eat dinner. What else did you do on that damn couch? Why am I here? What is life?" Sam's agitation only causes us all to laugh even harder. Tears start streaming down Steve's face because he's laughing so hard.

My body relaxes on Steve's lap and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around him. He pushes my body up against his chest, hoping Sam won't get another peak. Steve stands up and begins carrying me to our room. "Oh, now you leave. What's the matter with you two? You're horny as fuck, like a bunch of damn teenagers. Do you have sex every fucking day?"

Steve nods turning his back to Sam and Nat. "That's the plan anyways." He laughs and walks us in the doorway. I hear Sam turn on music and continues to turn up the volume, causing Steve to laugh even more.

"Would you stop it?! It's not like we haven't heard it before." Nat yells at him, humor still reflecting in her voice.

"Exactly, I can't do it anymore, especially when it happens when I'm trying to sleep. Charlie, if I hear you scream Captain one more time, I swear I'm going to murder my fucking ear drums." Sam is still milking this as much as possible. Drama queen.

"Can you make sure to scream Captain extra loud, princess?" Steve leans over the bed dropping me down. I see his face twist, showing his hunger for wanting to fuck me. I reach down pulling off my shorts and panties in one swoop and watch as Steve unbuttons his jeans, allowing them to fall to his ankles and he removes his boxer briefs before hovering over me.

"You want to put on a show?" I deviously smile up at him.

He sucks air into his teeth, "You're trouble princess." He reaches his hand in between my legs. "Still wet. Maybe Sam's right, you're always ready for me." I smile up at him. He leans back a bit, grabbing his dick and pumping it in his fist before leaning back over me. "You ready?" Before I answer he slams himself in me and show or no show I loudly gasp. He smiles at the effect he had on my body, and mouth.

My hands roam up his chest and to his biceps, I love the feel of his tight muscles rippling up. The way his biceps feel as they tense up with every thrust into me, is like a drug, and I enjoy getting my fix. I tickle his arms with my fingernails. My eyes never leave his face. He's so sexy, the way his long hair falls onto his face and creates shadows makes my breath hitch. There is something about this darker Steve.

"Princess if I would have known my appearance would drive you this crazy I would have done this a long time ago."

I bite my bottom lip and smile up at him, "You're just so fucking sexy over top of me, Captain."

"Now you know how I feel." His thrusts become more intense causing my eyes to roll back and my head lifts backwards. "Eyes on me princess, I enjoy watching you when you cum."

My eyes go back to his face, he leans back a bit, "Play with yourself while I fuck you." My lips twist up with a grin as I slip a hand down, rubbing on my clit. My fingers split and go beside his dick pumping into me. I enjoy the feeling of his movements. He growls down at me and increases his speed. "You enjoy that princess?"

"Yes Captain." I breathe out.

He pulls out. "On your knees." I comply, flipping my body around. He moves himself on his knees closer, pushing my legs to the side before entering me from behind aggressively. He reaches around, cupping my breasts fondling them. He adds pressure to them pulling me up, as his hands slip to my wrists pulling my arms behind me. I arch my back as he holds my wrists, rutting in me at an alarming speed. I feel his hot breath on my neck and it causes chill bumps to rise all on my back.

His right arm slides up mine before circling my neck. "You like this don't you princess?"

"Yes Captain." I call back to him. He adds more pressure before using his left hand to slip onto my clit. The man is talented. He is stimulating my entire body. I begin to tremble and a whine escapes my mouth. Steve increases his speed one last time, his grasp around my neck tightens a bit more, I scream out in my orgasm and Steve releases his grasp. He pulls out of me, pumping his dick before releasing on my back with a moan. My body collapses on the bed and I feel Steve's panting on my back.

"I HATE YOU TWO!!" Sam's muffled scream is heard over the music, followed by Nat's boisterous laugh. "Get it girl!"

I turn my head to the side laughing. Steve is still panting beside me as he pulls himself off the bed. He grabs a towel and cleans off my back before dropping his full body weight on my back. I let out a huff, "Ugh, get off me."

"You like it."

"Not your whole weight." I wiggle my body around and still don't accomplish anything. He laughs. "Steve! Get off!" He slowly rolls his body off of my own, and reaches over to pull me to him.

I turn my head to face him and place my head on his chest before picking my arm up and dropping it on his chest, adding more weight than necessary. "Oomph. Ok we're even princess." He kisses my forehead.

"Only when I say we're even."

"You're such a brat."

"And you love it." I bite his nipple.

"Ow!" He giggles, reaching down and pulling up my chin and giving it a playful squeeze. "Behave, or you'll be punished." He tries to scowl down at me.

"You don't scare me." He slaps my thigh hard; I suck a deep breath through my teeth. I lay on his chest in silence.

"That's what I thought." He smiles down at me. I start to interject again, and he slaps me again. I laugh out.

"Okay Captain, you made your point. Save that for later." I wink.

"Steve! Charlie! Get your sweaty asses dressed and let's eat." Nat screams at us.

I go to move off of Steve before he pulls me back planting a kiss on my lips, "I love you." He smiles at me. "I love you, too." We get off the bed and get ourselves dressed. And walk into our "common room" as Sam calls it.

When Sam sees us enter the living room, he glares at us, and continues eating. I push Steve over to the couch that Sam has refused to sit on and go make our plates. I hand his plate to him and sit down beside him. "You know, it's almost someone's birthday." I announce.

"No, no, Charlie we don't need to do anything. All of us being here is enough." Steve responds through chewing.

"But Steve..." I whine.

"She's right Steve. It's exciting. Exactly how old are you?" Nat scoffs at him.

"Funny. No, we don't need to do anything I'm fine."

"We know what Charlie is getting you for your birthday." Sam says sarcastically.

"Yeah, my pussy." I wink at him. Steve rolls his eyes.

"Ugh, I never can escape your two's constant fucking. I'm going to start going out to get food like I used to." He throws his head back on the sofa chair he's sitting on. Drama queen.

"Steve, at least let me make you a cake. And it's the Fourth of July. It's yours AND America's birthday."

"The last cake you made was crunchy." He laughs at me.

"Oh." I fake being hurt, grabbing at my heart and pouting. "Nat will help this time. Maybe we can make a red, white, and blue cake." I giggle.

"But that's not my favorite." I look at him wanting him to tell me. He just smiles.

"Well, what is it?"

"Caramel."

"We can work with that Charlie." Nat looks over to me.

"All this time with Steve, and you didn't even know what his favorite cake was?"

"Steve was too worried about her cake." Nat laughs at Sam; he even lets out a laugh.

When everyone is finished, I stand and gather everyone's plate walking to the sink. Steve joins me as we create a routine. I wash and rinse, and he dries and puts them away. When the last dish is placed up, he stands beside me, wrapping me up in his embrace and gives me a peck on the lips. I stand on my tip toes and kiss him, our kissing becomes a bit more heated until we hear, "Are you fucking kidding me? Again! We were supposed to watch a movie, and there you two are. Get your lips off him Charlie and you both march over here and sit the fuck down, and let's watch our movie, and go to bed...without screaming out princess and captain, please.... Jesus Christ."

I giggle, "We should really cool it. This apartment is smaller than the last." Steve nods in agreement, grabbing my hand. He sits on the couch first, allowing me to sit sideways beside him, draping my legs over his lap. He pulls my body closer to his. "What are we watching tonight?" I ask. I think it's Sam's night to choose.

"The Fellowship of the Ring." Sam answers readying the tv.

"Ah, a wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." I quote to him. He looks at me surprised. "Clint is the 'arrow guy'. Legolas. We watched this one a lot. It's my favorite of the three."

"I prefer The Hobbit. Well, the book anyways." Steve tells us.

"Isn't it supposed to be a children's book?" Nat answers him.

"It was popular when it came out." Steve responds

"Your age is showing old man." Sam plops down on the couch beside Steve.

The calming voice of Galadriel comes over the screen telling the story of the rings. Steve's hand slides on the arm of the couch over towards my arm and he pushes my body closer to his. I relax my head against his chest. All four of us together, like a normal family watching Lord of the Rings.

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Steve's POV:

Halfway through the movie I hear Charlie's soft humming snores and know she's asleep. Nat is barely hanging on but Sam and myself are wide awake. I've enjoyed the time we've spent here. Almost feeling like everything's normal.

My thoughts drift as I look down at Charlie. Her lips are pursed, left arm lazily laying on my stomach, while her right-hand rests on mine. She looks so calm and peaceful. Some nights, most nights aren't like this. Since we left Wakanda her anxiety has been on high alert. She deals with it the best she can, but it's caused nightmares and insomnia for her. Neither have waned much. I think that's one of the reasons she's so ready for sex. Hoping that the joy she feels afterward chases away her dreams. Sometimes it does.

I feel her body tense under me. "No." She whispers. I move my hand on top of hers and caress it. "No. It wasn't him. Tony, I'm sorry." Her whispers get louder as Sam looks over.

"Still having nightmares about them huh?" Sam's eyes are sad. I nod my head, keeping my eyes on my Princess. He knows talking about Tony and Bucky is a touchy subject with Charlie. She hasn't heard from either of them. None of us have.

Her body jumps awake and she stares at me with wide eyes, realizing it was a dream. She returns her head back to my chest. "I hate this. I'm sorry." Sleepiness is laced through her voice. "Shh. You're okay. We're all here, and we're not going anywhere."

"We're not all here." I place my other arm around her, wrapping as tightly around her as possible. Letting her know even though there's nothing that I can say to ease her, I will not leave her. Her breathing steadies and I hear her hums. My body relaxes.

"Do you think they'll call when Bucky is out of cryo?" Sam asks. He doesn't turn to look. I glance at Nat, her eyes are closed, although that doesn't mean she's asleep.

"I do. I hope so, for her. That would be one person to ease her mind. I think she feels a bit of jealousy towards Peter. Obviously, Tony is helping the kid. That once was her." Sam nods.

A silence settles on the room but the movie and Charlie's soft hums. "What will it mean for you two? If Bucky contacts us." I don't know how to answer Sam, so I sit silently and think. Charlie and I talked about just going through the motions. Doing what we feel is right and never labeling us. We're both ok with that. This last year being nomads has brought us closer. But still it's like we've used the other to replace a ghost from the past. No doubt we love one another, but it's like we've never allowed ourselves to explore a chance at a long life with one another. I can't deny that she feels a love for Bucky. It seemed to happen quickly. Beyond just an attraction towards one another, but they both have a softness when it comes to each other.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Sam, everyone around us always wants to complicate our relationship. And you never think about how we're good. We're good doing exactly what we've done for the past year."

"She loves him." I look at him. He's not dumb, he knows these nightmares aren't just because the war between the Avengers. She misses him. She wants to help him. "Does it scare you?" I furrow my brows. "To think she might want this to end to have a life with him?"

I huff. I never thought about that. I've never thought of a life outside of our bubble. Would Charlie leave me, and all this stop? The kisses, jokes, sex, cuddles, love...would she sacrifice that to have something real with Bucky? Does he even want something real with her? "I never thought about it."

He drops it and we watch the movie in silence. When it's over I lift Charlie up carrying her to our bedroom. I lay her on the bed and pull off her shorts, covering her petite body with our blanket before removing my shirt and pants and crawling in bed with her. Her body wiggles over to mine, and I smile as our body's intertwine together and I drift to sleep. Charlie doesn't have a nightmare the rest of the night.

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samantha-thewinchester · 3 years

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S.H.I.E.L.D. Training

|| Hope's POV ||

First day at S.H.I.E.L.D. This is going to be something. First day as a totally new person. I walk out of my room, finding someone standing by the door way.

"So, your the girl with similar life experiences." He tells me.

"And who the hell are you?" I ask him, as he hands me a McDonalds breakfast sandwitch.

"Stiles. You don't want to know my real name. I guess I'm technically your brother. We don't have to make a big deal out of this. Coulson also did the same thing with me, that he did with you. He's big on giving chances." He says.

"And what do you mean by similar life experiences?"

"Well, we've both been forgotten by everyone we knew, been possessed by 1000 year olds, been in wayyy to much supernatural drama, etc." He tells me, smiling way to big for someone who has gone through all that.

"Alright, well where does this thing start?" I ask him.

"Follow me. We start with training, you'll be joining me with my team, off on the side just to see how things work. Than, you'll be set up with noobies." He says, walking down the hall. I follow him, eating some of the sandwitch he gave me.

"So, when do I get to hurt someone?" I ask him. He gives me a look, stopping in his tracks. "What? I meant when am I going to fight someone. Sparing." I classify.

"That makes more sense." He says, looking back towards the hallway and walking again. "I've meet supernatural creatures who just wanted to hurt people so it wasn't that far of a strech."

"Yeah, well, if I did it would be for a good reason. Or I'm just having issues with my emotions. That could be it too." I inform him.

"Please, you can't be worse than a werewolf I knew. He had an I.E.D." He tells me.

"I have 3 supernatural creature sides, all with heightened emotions."

"Okay, maybe you win that one. What supernatural creatures are you?" He asks me.

"What ones did you hang out with?" I ask him.

"Werewolves. And a banshee. A were-coyote. We had a kitsune for a while..." He trails off.

"Ok, so only one is me... and thats a werewolf." I tell him. He nods.

"That makes sense." He agrees. "What are the other ones?"

"Nope. I'm not telling." I say, smirking at him.

"What! You can't leave me there!" He exlaims, looking me in the eyes.

"I can, and I will." I say, speed walking ahead of him.

|| Training ||

We're outside, Stiles and others standing in a line next to each other. They're getting instructions, from someone who looks to be middle-age. His name is Mr. Barton. I'm sitting there, watching, getting bored, when someone sits down on the bench next to me. She was pretty red, curly hair with nice green eyes.

"What's your name?" She asks me.

"Hope."

"Pretty name. What is a child like you doing here?" She asks me.

"I'm not a child. I'm 15." I inform her, holding my head high.

"That's a child. You shouldn't be at S.H.I.E.L.D. training, you should be at high school." She tells me.

"Well, maybe if I wasn't forgotten by everyone I cared about. And I was in a normal high school to begin with." I tell her, looking back at the recruits.

"So your the girl Coulson gave a chance to." She says. I'm guessing she knows Coulson, so I nod.

"Well, I trust Coulson, so I guess I have to give you a chance. I'm Agent Natasha Romanoff." SHe says, holding her hand out towards me. I shake her hand.

"Hope Mikael--- Coulson." I correct myself.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Saying a new last name." She clairfys. I smile at her. "Out there, is Agent Clint Barton. He's a friend of mine, so if you want secrets to blackmail him into going easy on you, just ask me." She tells me, laughing a little.

"Blackmail is allowed here?" I ask her, laughing with her.

"Sometimes. Although, it is easier if you don't tell anyone about it." She tells me. After we calm down, she starts talking again, "Want another tip?" She asks me.

"I'll take what I can get."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. becomes much easier if you forget who you were before. If it was good or bad, or in between, moving on will always be easier." She tells me.

"You make it sound easier than it is." I say, as she gives me a small smile.

"Everything is harder than it sounds. I have a feeling you'll be great here. Especially if you stick with me." She says, giving me a big smile.

"That sounds fun. I could use a few new friends if I want to move on." I agree, smiling at her.

It's lunch time, and Stiles decides it's a great idea to drag me over to his table with his friends. I'm sitting next to him awkwardly, eating my food slowly. I see Natasha sitting in the corner, and she waves me over. I get up, Stiles not noticing, and start to walk over to her.

Well, before Stiles stops me.

"What are you doing?" He asks me.

"Going to sit with her." I tell him.

"You're going to sit with Natasha Romanoff. You must really be new here." One of his friends yell from the table.

"Hey, Garrett, shut up!" Stiles yells at his friend. "That isn't the best idea, Hope." He tells me.

"Well, no matter what you say, I'm going to do it anyway." I say, walking past him. I sit down in front of her.

"Hey." I greet her. Before we can really talk, Stiles sits next to me.

"Hey, I'm Stiles, nice to meet you. I don't believe we have meet yet, Agent Romanoff." Stiles says, holding his hand out towards her. She laughs, shaking it.

"I know who you are Stiles." She says, taking a bit of her apple.

"You-- you-- alright. Cool I guess. So, I'm sorry about Hope..." Stiles starts, but Natasha cuts him off.

"It's fine. I wanted to talk with her, that's why I waved her over." She tells him.

"Oh..." Stiles says, before just grabbing his apple taking a huge bite, probably to stop talking. I laugh at him, stealing one of his curly fries. He protest with his mouth full.

"Clint told me about you Stiles. You have excelled in every test he put you through. Good for you." Natasha tells him. Stiles almost chokes on his food.

"I'm guessing you two haven't ever talked before, huh?" I ask them. Natasha just laughs, as Stiles chokes more on his apple.

"I don't really like people. Although, children I love." Natasha tells me. I roll my eyes.

"I am not a child." I protest.

"You are, and you can't change that without aging. Now, wanna freak Stiles out more?" She asks me smirking. I quickly nod, looking over at Stiles who has wide eyes.

"Clint! Over here!" Natasha calls, waving someone over. I look over and see Stiles instructor walking over to us. Stiles just puts his head down.

"Hey Nat. How's it going Stiles?" He asks, patting Stiles back. He just puts a thumbs up, not moving from his hiding spot in his elbow. "What's your name?" Clint asks me, sitting next to Natasha.

"Hope. I'm new here." I say, holding out my hand. He shakes it.

"Welcome. How old are you anyway?" He asks me.

"15." I tell him.

"So, that's why Nat likes you..." Clint says, earning him a hit on the back from Natasha. Stiles finally comes up from his elbow, face red from blush.

"Well, look who decided to come out from hiding!" I joke, patting his back. He winces. "Oops."

"What did you do? Use superstrength?" Stiles accuses me, rubbing where I pat his back.

"Maybe..." I tell him.

"You're an inhuman? That makes a lot more sense." Clint says, taking a bite of his burger.

"Yeah." I tell him, nodding too.

"Cool! What else can you do, minus the superstrength? Anything like Stiles here?" Clint asks me, devouring his burger.

"Something I call magic. I can shape-shift into one thing. I'll get more... later in life." I say, trying to make my supernatural sides sound more like superpowers.

"That's awesome! I can see why Coulson recruited you." Clint says, finishing his burger.

"Can you eat that any faster?" Nat asks him.

"I cannot." He says, mouth still full.

And that is the start of a beautiful friendship between the 4 of us. And the start of my career at S.H.I.E.L.D.

#The Shadows of the Forgotten #Stiles Stilinski #Hope Mikaelson #Teen Wolf #Legacies #The Avengers #MCU #Fanficition

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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God of Mischief

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2,272

Warning: Violence, Mentions of Drinking.

Summary: The reader returns to the tower when a new face is introduced.

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Loki Masterlist

Relief washed over you, the minute you had stepped foot in the tower. It had been three long months since you had gone back home to visit your family. It was around 11:30 pm when you finally got back to the tower. Grabbing your bag you walked into the tower.

The familiar aroma it had, breezed through your nose as you inhaled it. Walking into your chambers, you immediately changed before crawling into bed and letting sleep over take you.

Changing into your favorite sweatpants and crew neck, you scurried to the kitchen. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air. As you opened the door, the chatter came to a crashing halt.

“Y/N!”

Wanda was the first to greet you and tug you in for a hug.

“Did you know she was here?” Steve questioned Tony.

“I had no idea.” Tony responded with surprise. “I didn’t think she was suppose to be back until next week?”

“I couldn’t help it.” You commented, sliding into the seat beside Tony. “I wanted to surprise my favorite people.”

“Thor’s going to be over the moon.” Natasha giggled.

“Where is he by the way?”

“Mission.” Everyone spoke in unison.

Nodding your head, you spent the rest of the day doing different activities with each person.

As you were laying in your room reading, there was a harsh knock on the door. Opening it you couldn’t stop the grin that had danced to your lips.

“Lady Y/N!” Thor exclaimed wrapping his arms around your waist, yanking you in for a hug. Lifting you off of the ground, he began twirling you in his arms.

Chuckling, he placed you back on your feet.

“This is my brother, Loki.” He gestured while grinning.

“Y/N.” You stated holding your hand out to shake.

Glancing at your hand, he looked back into your eyes before he scoffed striving down the hall.

Frowning Thor turned towards you. “I’m sorry about him.”

“It’s okay! I missed you.”

The rest of the day, Thor had barely left your side. He had become one of your best friends since you had joined the Avengers.

Since that day, Loki had intrigued you. He was quiet and brooding. His onyx hair was smooth and wavy while his ocean blue eyes seemed to bore into your soul. You had made it your mission to befriend him, while he seemed to make it his mission to reject you.

Almost everyone had gone away on a mission, except for you, Bruce, Sam and Loki. Bruce had locked himself away in the Lab, while Sam had gone somewhere on a mini mission of his own.

The soft pelting of rain against the roof and windows, sounded through the tower as it was practically silent. You had spent most of the day, wandering around and leaving little surprises and gifts for your friends. Grabbing your book, you mosey over to the living room. Much to your surprise, y/e/c was met with the same ocean blue ones that were avoiding you.

Once you locked eyes, you halted your steps immediately.

“Sorry.” You muttered sadly, dropping your gaze to the ground. Turning on your heel, you quickly made your way to the door. A strong hand wrapped around your wrist preventing you from moving further.

“Stay.” A deep voice spoke in a hushed tone.

Nodding your head, he let go of your wrist curiously watching your actions. Without meeting his gaze, you made your way over the window sill that you often used as your reading nook.

Being engulfed in your novel, you hadn’t noticed the man occupying the seat in front of you, until his outstretched leg softly bumped yours. Startled you, a soft gasp fell from your lips.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He spoke quietly.

Nodding your head, you resumed reading. Without looking up from your book, you broke the silence.

“What?” You questioned. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No.” He spoke quickly.

Heat rose in your cheeks, as your eyes met his once again.

“What is it?” You prompted while raising an eyebrow at him over your book.

“Nothing.” He replied raising his book signalling the end of the conversation.

Resuming your place in your novel, you saw out of your peripheral vision the soft gaze of the ocean eyes as they drank in your features.

“There you are Brother!” Thor boomed as he entered the living room. Stopping in the middle of the living room, sending him a smirk.

Both you and Loki jumped at the sudden loud noise. Before gazing at the blonde giant.

Quickly rising to your feet, you scurried out of the room.

“What?” Loki snapped returning to his book.

“You like her.” Thor occupied the seat you had previous left.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Loki denied.

Silence fell between them, before Thor spoke again.

“She’s a great girl.” He stated.

Loki huffed in annoyance before he stomped out of the living room, only to be greeted with giggles in the hallway. As he searched for the source of the sound, he stood in front of Wanda’s bedroom door. The door was left open slightly, revealing you and Natasha sitting on one side of the bed. His lifts morphed into a soft smile.

Later that night the girls had took over the living room, practically screaming at Jarvis to request your presence. Their giggling had filled the hallway leading to the living room.

“What are you guys doing?” You questioned as a giggle fell from your lips.

“Impromptu girls night!” Wanda exclaimed.

Stepping in front of them, you rolled your eyes in a playful manner. Joining them on the couch, you began watching Rom-Com movies. Not long after the second movie, Wanda initiated a talk about your love lives. As if on cue, the living room door opened revealing a sweatpant clad Loki.

“I...I uh just came to check on you girls.” He spoke in a hushed tone, shifting from foot to foot visibly uncomfortable. Before he could say anything further, Wanda had yanked him forward, causing him to land flush beside you on the couch.

“Nat!” She shrieked giggling at Natasha. “There’s a boy in our girls night room!”

Natasha giggled in response. Gazing between your two friends, it dawned on you that they had probably been drinking before you joined them.

Turning to glance at Loki, a smile made its way to your lips. Wanda positioned herself so that she was cuddling into Loki’s side, as she asked him question after question, while none of which seemed to annoy him, if they did he hid it rather well.

Lifting his gaze to the end of the couch, where yours was as he returned your smile. At some point during the night, you had fallen asleep on Loki. Wanda and Natasha were in deep slumber on the floor, covered by blankets and pillows.

A loud boom startled you awake, causing a soft groan to escape from underneath you.

“Sorry.” You whispered, as you began unwrapping yourself from Loki.

“Stay.” He pleaded quietly. “Please.”

Nodding, you laid back in your previous position. Gazing into his ocean blue eyes, you gently raised your hand touching his cheek. Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch. As you fell back asleep, you felt Loki, pull you closer.

“Guys we have a huge problem.” Tony spoke joining the team for breakfast. Loki had opted to sit beside you, allowing his thigh to rest firmly against yours. As Tony explained, your heart fell into your stomach knowing nothing good would come from this mission.

“Pesky little things.” Galaticus spoke as flung Natasha into Clint, causing them both to hit the ground with a thud.

“Get out of here!” Sam yelled towards you. “Now!”

Sam was in the air flying around trying to distract him.

“I have to agree with wingman.” Thor spoke up as he and his brother joined your side.

“You know I can’t do that.” You stated as a sadness was evident in your voice. Glancing around, you were trying to come up with a plan. “They’re my friends.”

“I know.” He confirmed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Can’t blame me for trying.”

You nodded your head.

“What’s the plan?” He questioned.

“What makes you think I have a plan?” You asked looking around the battle scene.

He scoffed in response. “When don’t you?”

Loki’s blue eyes, captured yours as you were going over the plan with Thor. One of Galacus’s minions took advantage of Loki being distracted charging at him and knocking him to the ground.

Your feet had immediately took you towards Clint’s bow and arrow.

“Y/N!” Clint yelled catching your attention. “Catch!”

He tossed you his bow and arrows. Catching it, you furiously began shooting arrows at a rapid pace, taking the enemy out one by one.

Adrenaline began pumping through your veins as your chest began rising and falling rapidly.

“Y/N!” Steve yelled towards you nodding.

Running at full speed at Steve, he lifted you on his shield before using his strength to assist your continuation into the air. Shooting your arrow at Galacus, you managed to pierce his shoulder, earning a strangled cry of pain from him.

Tumbling down to the ground with a harsh thud, he began his decent on you. Thor stepped in taking him by surprise, allowing you to scramble out of harms way.

Stepping out of the shower, you moved your tank top strap slightly, as you caught sight of your bruised shoulder. It looked worse than it felt. There was a large black and blue hue to it. Sighing, you shook your head exiting the bathroom.

A large figure perched on the edge of your bed, caused a yelp to fall from your lips as you placed a hand over your heart.

“Sorry love.” Loki’s voice filled the air. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You scoffed.

“What you did today...Was stupid.”

You rolled your eyes in response.

“You could’ve died today!” Loki explained as he raised his voice.

“So?” You challenged, crossing your arms over your chest. “Everyone else on the team has done so many, many times. I don’t see you yelling at them!”

“I don’t care about them!” He exclaimed. Once the realization of his confession dawned on him, you watched a tinted pink color dance along his cheeks.

Your voice was barely above a whisper. “You care about me?”

“Of course I do. You’re my brothers pet human.” Loki spat. “I would hate for anything to happen to you, it would devastate my brother. Besides, you’re a useless human. I don’t see why everyone is so fond of you.”

His harsh words cut inadvisable wounds. Tears began to pool in your eyes, threatening to fall. Your heart felt as if it shattered into a million tiny pieces.

A whimper fell from your lips, somehow being the only sound you could manage. As tears began streaming down your cheeks before a sob shook through your body. Daring to glance at him, his expression softened as he made a movement to reach out and touch you.

Your body involuntarily winced, causing him to freeze his actions.

“I...I think you should go.” You strangled out.

“Y/N...”

Opening your door, you held it open for him not bothering to look at him.

He let out a sigh before leaving your room.

Since your last encounter with him, you hadn’t ventured out of your room for much more than a bite to eat. The rest of the team noticed, trying to coax you out of your room.

It was a late night, one that you were practically struggling to sleep. There was a soft knock on your door, signalling you weren’t the only one struggling.

Shock coursed through your veins as y/c/n met a familiar ocean pair.

“Y/N.” He spoke catching the door, as you immediately attempted to shut it. “Please.” Loki pleaded, his eyes filled with sorrow.

“Why should I?” You hissed. “So you can let me know just how much of a useless human I am?”

“No, I-”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off, not caring to hear his explanation. Before you knew it, you were sitting on your bed while Loki stood cautiously in front of you.

“I’m sorry.”

Scoffing you rolled your eyes.

“That day.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I...I was scared. I was scared you were going to get terribly hurt. I wouldn’t know what I would have done if you did.”

Looking down at your hands, you shook your head. “Not your problem.”

“I want it to be my problem.” He spoke, kneeling in front of you placing a hand on your cheek. “I care about you deeply.”

You raised your gaze to his eyes.

“I can see why my brother is so fond of a brave human like you.”

He leaned forward, nuzzling his nose against yours. His lips centimetres in front of yours, as if he was afraid of kissing you. Lacing one of your hands through his hair, you closed the small space. His lips were surprisingly soft. It wasn’t a long kiss, but enough to say everything his voice couldn’t.

Pulling away, you rested your foreheads against each other, before crawling back under the covers. Lifting up the edge of it, you silently invited him to join you. His unsure gaze held your confident one. Slowly, he slid under the blankets. Making himself comfortable he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you impossibly closer, as your head rested on his chest. The sound of his heart thumping, was enough of a melody for you to fall asleep.

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theinfinitybucky · 4 years

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Little Insecurities

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trigger warnings: Kidnapping mention for slight backstory

Request: Hello, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where the reader is dating Bucky, but isn’t an avenger or anything, like doesn’t now them. And bucky wants her to meet them cause they’re like family and she’s super nervous. And then they don’t like her for whatever reason and she overheard them saying so. But the. A happy ending? Thank you

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The way you had met Bucky was odd to say the least. You were walking through the subway station in New York City when a group of men attempted to kidnap you. Even now as you thought of what happened, your heart still pounded. The though of the rag over your mouth still terrified you to this very day. You were lucky that time though. Your now, boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, had stopped them from completing the task.

Before that occurrence, you had never met any Avenger and never planned to. Fate twisted you life the night and brought Bucky into your life. He appeared in the empty station from out of nowhere and threw the men off you like they weighed nothing at all. You were shocked when you realized who he was.

You tried to get him to let you go home by yourself yet this wasn’t his plan at all. He told you that it was possible they drugged you in the process of trying to kidnap you. You both agreed on him walking you home. The night ended up with the exchange of phone numbers so he could “make sure you were okay the next day” even though you both knew it was more than just that. Your relationship seemed to grow from there.

One night when Bucky was over and you were making, he seemed to have something on his mind. He was quieter than usual as you chopped the onions. The man was not the most talkative person on this earth. Tonight was different. He had hardly said a single word since he got there.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting off.” You moved to the next vegetable you were going to chop up. As you reached for the carrots, his hand caught yours. You glanced upward to him to see why he had done that. His eyes were filled with anxiety as they connected with your own. You waited for him to say something as his hands held your own.

“I-.” He sighed to himself before he could get the sentence out. You did not prod him to say anything more. You never did so when he was upset because it seemed that letting him take his own time to tell you what he wanted was more beneficial for both of you. “I want you to meet them.” His voice choked out.

“Them?” Your mind didn’t understand what he meant at first. Before he could answer back to you an understanding resonated in your mind. He meant that he desired for you to meet the Avengers, “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.” He noticed your understanding as your eyes lost contact with his. The thought of meeting them made you nervous. They were powerful people who had an impact on the world. Your ideals didn’t exactly agree with theirs either.

“I’d love to.” You forced a truly fake smile on your face that you hoped Bucky wouldn’t see straight through. The words came out without sincerity. Bucky seemed to think it was enough that you were agreeing to go. He knew you would not be great buddies with the Avengers because of your differences in ideals. That was fine with him. He did not want you to hold the same ideals as the Avengers. He liked you so much because you didn’t think arson was ever okay regardless of a need for it.

Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes as anxiety still ran through you. His lips brought some comfort yet it wasn’t enough to throw the nervousness out completely. He pulled back and left his forehead against yours.

“Thank you, Y/N.“ Bucky murmured to you.

The anxiety stayed with you for the next whole week. You couldn’t get the thoughts of how the Avengers would you out of your head. You questioned on how to dress until Bucky came over to your apartment to get you. He was dressed casually so you opted to do the same.

When you arrived at the tower and began to meet the Avengers, something immediately felt off. They were all cold and distant except for Steve. He was the only one that seemed to even want you to be there other than Bucky. The dinner of Italian food was fairly quiet until Tony Stark began to pipe up with questions.

“So Bucky told us that you are a sort of activist?” Tony’s voice came off as interrogative.

“Stark!” Bucky snapped back at the billionaire.

“Um... I guess?” You ignored Bucky’s scolding. “I don’t think that helping people who have been kicked when they are already down is exactly being ‘an activist’... You know?”

“As long as your aren’t aiding and abetting, I suppose.” Stark sighed.

“No, no...” You began frantically. You never did anything of that sort. He was making assumptions. “I don’t-, uh-.” You stuttered with anxiety. You could see Bucky tensing next to you. Stark still didn’t stop the questions.

“So what’s your opinion on violence?” Stark continued down the questioning road.

“I think that it isn’t right and when it escalates-.” You began as Stark raised his eyebrows you retreated into a different stance. “I just don’t agree with murder regardless of who it is... I mean even evil people still have families who love them.”

The room went silent. No one said anything for the rest of the dinner. You had obviously, and mistakenly, taken a stab at every single one of the people at the table. You had expected more of a push back from what you said as you pondered your thoughts through the silence. No refrain was given which is what was upsetting you most.

You went to the bathroom to recollect yourself after the dinner ended. After you wiped off your tears and controlled your feelings, you went back out into the hallway. You heard the hushed voices coming from the dining room. You stayed back for a second because you were worried about what they were saying. You didn’t mean to hear the words said. If you had known what you would hear from them, you wouldn’t have listened in.

“You don’t like her, do you?” Bucky’s voice echoed down the hall.

“No, I like her. I just think she isn’t the one for you. She has some interesting morals.” A female voice spoke. You identified it as Natasha a moment later. You knew that she was lying when she said that she liked you. That was only a cover for her next words. You decided that you did not want to hear anymore comments about yourself and walked back into the dining room.

“Hey, uh, I have some work to do at home that I didn’t finish today. Could you take me back, Buck?” You lied straight through your teeth. Anxiety was beginning to fill your chest again. You could feel your heart quivering as its rate increased.

The car ride back was silent and you weren’t sure if it was because Bucky did not have anything to say, if he agreed with Natasha, or if you had said to much. The swirling thoughts in your head did not stop. He pulled the car up into a space below your apartment complex. Just as you were about to get out of the car he reached over you and pulled the door closed. You did not say anything to the action nor did you make eye contact with him.

“You heard what they said, didn’t you?” Bucky released a sigh.

“Um, yeah...” You trailed off because you were unsure of what else to say. You did not know how to respond to the Avengers dislike of you.

“I don’t care what they think, Y/N. I love you because you are different from them. If I wanted someone like them, do you think I would be here right now?” His eyes caught your own. He wasn’t lying. You could tell by the worry his blue orbs held. He did not want to lose you. He never expected the night to go like it had. If he knew that was how it was going to turn out, he never would have put you through the pain. “I love you, Y/N. They could never change that.”

He pulled you into a kiss over the center console of the car. While you still were unsure of everything that had happened, you knew he was telling the truth. That was enough.

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aegir-emblem · 4 years

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New fic alert!!

Y’all I have a new fic out!! It’s a Marvel one, a Stucky one, and yes - a Winter Soldier one. I don’t write angst often but damn if I couldn’t get those trigger words outta my head.

In this fic, entitled “Ten” (original, I know, hold your applause), I’m placing some memory, flashback, or some sort of additional meaning to each of the Ten words aside from their canon conditioning.

Basically, it’s me indulging a little concentrated amount of a couple Feelings into the process of Bucky being activated into the Winter Solider.

You can read it HERE on AO3, and I may post it on my writing Tumblr later on, @juggled-muse !!

It would mean a lot if y’all could check it out, despite it being purely self-indulgent and kinda just me rambling into the void through Bucky’s convoluted HYDRA brain.

Give it a look-see! Here’s a little preview!!

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dramaqueeenamby · 5 years

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Focus | T. Odinson

A/N: It’s so late. I- Don’t ask. This ain’t proofread at all, so I apologize in advance. I’ll tag more of ya’ll tomorrow. A bitch is tired. Also, OC’s name is basically a huge hint for the ending.

I don’t own the GIF. Found it on Google.

Warnings: Trash ass Smut (first time, fingering, oral, etc).

Words: 4.5K

“You come to me, a king, so boldly, so forthcoming, so confident, with such a request inappropriate for a woman of your status.”

Heavy footsteps sounding throughout the room informed Ashake that he’d stepped off his throne, no doubt moving closer to her, each footstep sending a surge of fear up her spine. Countless prayers to the gods failed to abate her anxiety or the terror that wrecked her body.

Such a task for a servant, even for one with such favor among the Queen, it was uncanny.

A deep swallow and a small gasp when a long, thick finger moved under her chin, forcing her head up.

His deep eyes bore into her golden brown ones. Her features were soft, cheeks on the chubby side, her skin golden-hued and glistening under the heavy lights in the throne room. Thick eyebrows framed her eyes that were large and stretched, an indication of her nervousness.

Her long, thick, onyx hair with white highlights was tied back and braided down her back.

The teal gown was made of thin fabric that allowed him to see the fullness of her breast, the outline of her dark nipples, the curvature of her hips, shapely legs, and plump backside he could see from the front.

As the infamous God of Thunder drank in the sight of the young woman before him, Ashake prayed for a way to escape. This was beyond her scope of expertise and certainly bypassed her level of comfortability.

She loved her country as much as the next person, even Queen Masika, who Ashake considered more of a friend than an employer, but she loathed that she’d been charged with carrying out such a request.

Beseeching the strongest being in all of the realms for not only a litany of resources for her people, but soldiers, an army, to help them ward off the vile dark elves. It was becoming too much for her country, and they’d exhausted resourced from all of their allies.

Queen Masika was desperate for assistance, and though her pride made her swear that she’d never seek help from the god. Centuries ago, they'd been involved, briefly, but the split was far from amicable.

One thing Masika valued more than her pride was that of her people. And her people needed her to do something to save them, and fast.

But Masika could not find herself to leave her throne, fearing the Elves would hear of her absence and attempt to attack, something she refused to risk. So she opted for Ashake, her most trusted servant, sending her on a secret passage to Asgard as the Queen’s mouthpiece.

It was rare, most royals imploring each other directly, not through third parties.

But in times of war, protocol was often discarded.

As was the case here.

Ashake breathed in relief when he dropped his hand and stepped back, providing a modicum of distance between them.

Trembling in her stomach increased as she managed a few words. “If I may speak, your highness.”

Thor nodded. “You may.”

“We are a small nation, my king. Our resources are finite, our numbers dwindling. Both civilians and soldiers. The elves-”

“If I wanted a briefing, I could consult with a council,” he scoffed, turning on his heel. “Tell your queen that if she wishes for my aid, she must do so in person.”

Shit. Ashake’s confidence, brief from the onset, minimized with each dismissive comment that left his mouth. Still, she had a mission to accomplish, and she couldn’t allow her fear to prevent her from doing that.

“You would allow innocents to die?” She shouted after him, frozen in her spot as he spun around, eyes narrowing.

“Excuse me?”

Breathe. Ashake had come too far to back down. It was now or never. “You are a sworn protector of all inhabitants in the nine realms. You have a responsibility-”

“Remember before whom you plead!” He raised his voice, hiding hid surprise when he saw her fist clenched at her side. It intrigued him. Perhaps there was more to her than met the eye.

“Would you allow your personal feelings for Queen Masika to stop you from doing what is right?” When he failed to respond, she continued. “She will give you whatever you want.”

Thor stepped forward and chuckled with disgust, darkly informing. “There is nothing Masika has that I want nor need.”

Her stomach dropped, but she was relentless. “There must be something-“

“I said, Masika,” he interrupted. She furrowed her brows and tensed when he reached his hand over and his coarse fingers feathered her clavicle. “You, however, well, that is a different story.”

Now, she was confused. “I-I don’t understand.”

“Come now, I don’t take you for daft.” He smiled softly, and for some reason, it helped to placate her nerves, but why? “It’s simple, really. You desire my aid, and I…..” She watched his eyes roam down her body, lust dancing in his mismatched orbs. “You.”

A tiny gasp escaped her full lips. Did she hear him correctly? Surely, he wasn’t implying that..no. Impossible. He was a king. A God. He’d bedded Masika, arguably the most beautiful woman in all of the realms, why would he want her? A servant?

His sexual needs could definitely be satisfied by other women of higher rank and status than herself. Desperation seemed unbecoming of someone like the monolithic man before her, but why-

“You think too much, Ástvinur,” he commented, moving his hand down her arm, the back of his hand gliding down and moving to the small of her back. Slightly, he tugged her closer. “I will grant your request if you fulfill mine.”

At that point, she was only partially listening. There was no need to listen anymore. He was simply repeating himself, though she could understand why. Perhaps he thought repetition would breed acceptance.

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I-If I do this, then-then you will help us,” she whispered, eyes slammed shut.

She unconsciously grasped for his armor as he brought his lips down on her neck. “I will personally deliver Malekith’s severed head to your queen.” The cavalier tone of his voice in conjunction with his lips, soft and warm against her flaming skin, it was so….contradictory.

Forcing away the tingling in her stomach, she applied pressure on his chest, forcing him to stop, the cessation producing a frown.

From her.

“And I have your word on that?”

He stared at her. No malice. No arrogance. Not even lust. It was….intrigue? She didn’t have much time to evaluate because his smirk returned seconds later as he gave a small nod. “You do.” She swallowed. Again. “Now…..” Ashake watched him offer his hand. “Do I have yours?”

Screaming in the deepest pit of her conscious, begging for a listening ear, there was doubt. Was this all a ploy? Was the king toying with her? Was this just a game? Something along the lines of what caused the cessation of his and Masika’s relationship?

However, as curious and doubtful as she was, the fear of what she stood to lose if she didn’t do this, that terrified her. Masika, their people, a nation depended on her, and she refused to squander this opportunity.

She accepted his hand. “Yes.”

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His bedroom was massive, but that seemed to be a recurring theme for Asgard as a whole. Everything was so large, so grand, so elegant. She wondered if her home too once emanated such sentiments before the war destroyed the majority of it.

A large, open balcony captured her attention, her feet carrying her near the shining sun. Lifting her hand to block the portion that screamed at her sight, slightly blinding her, she took it all in.

It was so…quiet. So peaceful. The skies were clear, not a cloud in sight. Smoke invaded neither her nostrils nor her vision.

“It’s beautiful here.” Ashake felt him behind her, and strangely enough, his presence was comforting. A warmth that sparked from his body transferred to her, creating an invisible layer of relaxation.

Meanwhile, Thor continued to observe her, watching and studying. She was breathtaking. “Indeed.”

Ashake lifted her chin and reluctantly pulled away from the breathing sight, gradually turning around to face him. She terribly wished to forgo sharing this, but felt it necessary, and judging by his size, vital. “I-I’ve never been with a man.” His fingertips moved across her clothed hips. She felt him still. It surprised her. Did she surprise him?

“You’re concerned I will hurt you,” he easily extracted the real reasoning behind her disclosure. “An unwarranted worry.”

She lifted and narrowed her eyes. “Says the God.”

The corner of his lips lifted, and she shifted on her heels. It was the first time she’d seen him smile. It was….nice.

Ashake reached for his arms as he brought his hands to her hips and tugged her against him. Her nails pushing into his skin, her head craned back, she met his intense stare.

“I will be gentle with you, Ástvinur.” Licking her lips, the young woman found her hands moving across the extensive span of his chest, his armor cool under her fingertips as thoughts of when he planned to remove it would occur. His body heat was comforting and, well, desired. “Nor will I continue if that is not what you wish.”

Her head snapped up at that. Was he seriously implying that….

No.

More mind games.

But the way he was looking at her, the way his hand moved to her cup her face, Ashake felt a sense of authenticity coming from the king.

She believed him.

And still, for reasons, she couldn’t really explain nor understand, turning back around, she started to undo her gown. Untying the sash around her waist, pushing down the thin straps on her shoulders, her eyes shut at the moment the material fell to the floor, pooling at her feet.

Stepping out of the soft dress, she slowly turned around. Naked in front of a literal god, insecurities swooped in as she moved her arms across her chest to conceal her breast.

Thor recognized the intent behind the action and quickly moved to grasp her.

Eyes meeting, she offered no resistance as he gently lowered her arms.

“Don’t hide from me, Ástvinur.” His hands went to the bare indentures on her waist when he sighed. She was so soft, her scent addictive, and the innocence gleam in her eyes as she looked up at him had his dick hardening by the second. “You are so....so beautiful.” His hand moved up ever so slightly, his thumb caressing the underside of her right breast. “And your body....”

Her face was inflamed, incensed by the loving words coming from his mouth. Never had a man spoke nor looked at her the way Thor did. It was both intimidating and exciting.

But before she could respond, Ashake’s hand was in his hair, her fingertips pressing into his scalp. Mouth partially open, she bit down on her bottom lip and moaned quietly as his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and kneading her.

His tongue flicked against her nipples causing sensations she’d experienced but never to this degree.

She moved her hands to his shoulders and then his face, pulling him up and kissing him. Typically, she would never be so forceful. He was a king. She, a servant, for a kingdom that wasn’t even technically his. It was his right to be in control, but her body was playing to another tune, one that was equally reciprocating his desire.

Ashake felt his hands move to her ass as he hiked her onto him, their lips never parting as he walked them over to his bed. Carefully lowering her down, her arms remained attached around his neck as he finally moved from her lips to her neck and her breast again. He seemed especially fond of those.

Her stomach flipped when his hands moved down to her cunt, his fingers grazing her folds. A pop sounded when he released her nipple to examine the wetness coating his fingers. A smirk came across his face.

“Look at how you wet you are for me. What a good girl.”

She moaned when his fingers returned to her core that was seeping between her thighs and wetting the bed beneath them. A strange mixture of a moan and a groan left her mouth as he teased her entrance with his index finger.

He didn’t rush it, didn’t force it, eyes watching her facial expressions closely for any sign of discomfort or pain. When he saw none, he entered another and another, each digit both stretching and milking Ashake whose own hand shot out to grab his wrist as he began to pump her.

“Oh, fuck.” Eyes still closed, one hand grasped for the sheets, the headboard, anything, the other, still over his, for what reason, she knew not. A part of her wanted to tell him to stop, not because she was in pain, quite the opposite.

It was a level of bliss she hadn’t knew existed. She’d worked herself plenty of times but never had she been brought to this level of euphoria. His strokes, his movements, his speed, it was all of an expertise level that felt catered specifically for her.

Like he knew exactly what she wanted and how she needed it, and she fucking loved it.

“Your h-h-highness-“

“Ah.” He slowed down, dropping his fingers, his thumb tapping her sensitive clit. “My name. Say it.”

He slapped her pussy. “Thor!”

A chuckle. “Good girl.”

Ashake wasn’t exactly how long he teased her. That’s what it became after some time. He was seeing just how undone he could make her with only his fingers. Perhaps it was an egotistical thing, or maybe he truly sought to bring her endless pleasure, not that the reasoning mattered. It felt good, and that was all she cared about.

Numbing and tingling through her body for a second or maybe third time, and she found the inner strength to speak again. “T-Thor, p-p-please.” Pushing his hand away and clenching her damp thighs together, she panted. “I-I-I need you.”

“Hmm?”

She hissed. He knew exactly what she was saying, and playing dumb only irked her. Did he want her to beg?

“I didn’t hear you, Ashake.”

Another gasp. This was the first time she’d heard him say her name, and of course, he chose the perfect time to say it.

“I-I.” He palmed her mons pubis, making her stomach flip. “I want you to f-fuck me, p-please.”

“There it is,” he grinned, moving back to remove some of his armor. Direly eager, she also sat up to help him, her hands roaming his chest in amazement. She’d never seen a specimen as beautiful as him. His muscles were strongly defined, large, ripped, and surprisingly soft under her touch. His skin was smooth and warm, that heat, she breathed it in, breathed him in.

“Now was that so hard?”

She glared as he chuckled, lowering his body back over hers before stopping to grab her ankles.

Falling back on the bed, she frowned as he moved his hand to the back of her thighs. “What are you doing?”

He said nothing, pushing her legs back so that they were nice and spread. She used what little stomach muscles she had to peer at him.

“Such a pretty cunt.” He murmured, eyes glossed with hunger. “I bet you taste equally divine.”

If Ashake thought his fingers took her to places unheard, his mouth completely snatched her soul. Thor’s hand shot out to stabilize her stomach as she shot up from the first lap of his tongue against her pussy.

Each flick and lick forced her to jerk back, desperate to move up the mattress and away from him. It was just too much, but each time she tried to separate, he tugged her closer, burying his face in her cunt.

He may have been the king, but at that moment, she was the divine one because he ate her out like she was his last supper.

Tears spilling down her face from it all, her moans and tugging eventually became too much as Thor released a quiet growl. Seconds later, in a shift she barely had time to process, she was sitting on his face, his arms restricting her thighs.

She was trapped, and even more, the depth of his mouth reached deeper. Ashake was sure that the entire palace knew of what was occurring with their king and this foreigner, but she cared not. Squeezing the headboard and scraping her nails against the wall, all she could focus on was the god underneath her who was convinced would be her undoing.

“Shit, Thor….”

Overindulgence seemed to be an issue on the Thunderer’s part. He was clearly complacent and comfortable, able to continue without respite, but for Ashake, that was far from the case,

Once again, he was taking her to a place where she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to return or not. This was no man, no, a mere mortal could not deliver to another human what Thor was giving her.

Satisfaction and absolute pleasure seemed to be the only things he knew how to grace her, and she was receptive and grateful for all of his blessings.

Eager as well.

Eventuality, he recognized that she’d had enough, and truly, while he was quite comfortable, he also desired something else.

Sliding down to his chest, she grabbed at his shoulders and smashed her lips on his. Moaning at the taste of herself on his mouth, she hugged him closer, partially paying attention to how he used one hand to rid himself of his trousers, that was until she felt something long, hard, warm, and thick against her ass crack.

Naturally, looking over her shoulder, her eyes fluttered as he kissed her chest only to double in size when she took it in.

His penis.

It-she truly had no words. She’d always heard whispers that Stormbreaker wasn’t the real thing to fear, and she now fully understood what they meant.

Her whole life became one big question, still not bigger than what lied before her.

“H-how is that-I don’t-is it safe?”

Thor chuckled. Her innocence was endearing. Alluring, as well.

“Come.”

Ashake held onto him as he laid on his back, staring up at her with intrigue. For her, she was just confused.

“What are you-“ She stooped, dumbly realizing the obvious nature of what he wanted. Her face flushed. “I-I don’t-I am still unsure if it’s safe.”

He gave her a small smile, and Ashake found herself returning it. With each second, she felt closer with and to him. “I told you I will not make you do anything you wish not to.”

The same apprehension she felt earlier toward his alleged reneging on his reward in their agreement was no longer present. She now fully believed him with everything in her. Why? Well, perhaps, he’d just fucked the disbelief out of her.

It was plausible.

Nervously chewing on her bottom lip, she inhaled deeply and reached behind her. Grabbing him, she foolishly tried to allow her fingertips to touch, but it was no use, his girth too encompassing.

Slow and gradual strokes, she felt his heat transfer and course. His eyes finally closed as she continued to work him, both for his pleasure and her preparation.

Finally, after gaining enough courage and swallowing her fear, she positioned him by her opening and slowly lowered herself.

It was far from perfect. There was burning, undeniable stretching, ripping (not literally), and just a feeling of being so overtly stuffed that she almost felt like she couldn’t breathe.

But he coaxed and walked her through it all, reminding her that she could stop whenever she chose to.

She didn’t.

Finally, when he was entirely sheathed inside of her, and Ashake felt comfortable with movement, she began a slow rock of her hips.

Forward and back, forward and back, forward and back. It was a slow, sensual rhythm, and she watched Thor’s face the entire time to ensure she was hopefully bringing him some type of bliss, especially after the indescribable orgasms he’d blessed her with.

“That’s it. Good girl. Look at how well you take my dick.” Placing her palms on his chest, she steadily increased her speed, her own moans In synchronization with his. “Just like that.”

“Yes, oh my god, fuck me, Thor.”

The heat was no longer restricted to bodies, it filled the room, dominated it. Heat from confidence, from sexuality, from the intimacy of it all.

“Keep going. Ride me, love.” Ashake cried as his hand came in contact with her ass, the slap echoing throughout the room. She didn’t care. If anything, it edged her even more.

Bouncing on top of him, the slapping of his balls against her, she milked down his glistening dick, her weeping pussy having made a complete mess all over him, her, and his bed.

But again, neither had any complaints, and when Ashake recognized the sparks in his eyes, for a second she was startled, but him sitting up and smashing his lips on her just sent another wave of her cream down their conjoined appendages.

“Mmmm, you’re so deep in me, my king. Please-ah-don’t stop.”

Her voice, her clenching, her screams, Thor was finally almost on the receiving end of overstimulation. Cradling her against him, he switched them over so that he was straddling her.

His thrusts were focused, powerful, and deep. Her nails broke the skin on his back, blood dripping down his shoulder blades. Afraid that she was being too loud, she attempted to muffle her cries into his neck only for him to pull away.

Kissing the underside of her jaw, he whispered into her. “I want them to hear it. To hear you. To hear how good I’m fucking you.” He grabbed her thigh and hiked it against his hip, making her scream form the deeper angle of his thrusts. “Let them hear that this sweet cunt is mine and mine only.”

The tears continued to spill as he absolutely wrecked her, her pussy throbbing as he continued to milk and drain her from anything that she had to offer. He wanted it. He wanted her.

And he’d have her.

Bodies spent and almost entirely depleted, Thor finally came, shooting his ribbon of warm, white, cum inside and all over her cunt. The sight of it thrilled him, especially the idea of what it could potentially mean for him, for them.

Ashake wasn’t entirely sure what she expected to happen after they were finished, but given how she knew how it was for servants who doubled as mistresses, she gathered the little bit of strength she had left and attempted to sit up.

Not even seconds later, his arm reached around her and pulled her into his chest. “Where are you going?”

He spoke into her neck, her back pressed against him, forcing her to look over her shoulder. “I just-I thought you’d-want me to go.”

“Stay, please.” He sighed into her skin, placing the softest kiss against her back. “I will depart in the morning with Asgardians Army and the Valkyrie-“

“Wait. Tomorrow?” Turning on her back, she brought the sheet up to her chest while his hand rubbed circles against her belly. “So soon?”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “A deal is a deal.”

She winced. She’d almost forgotten the entire reason behind.....this. The word “deal” was a lot more incriminating now.

“Well, I will come with-“

His eyes hardened. “No.”

She paused. “What do you mean-“

“I don’t want you anywhere near that place.”

“That place is my home,” she defended. “What? Do you expect me to never return?”

“You can return when it’s safe, and I’ve dismembered those elves with my bare hands,” he spoke coldly, chills down her spine. Recognizing the fear he may have caused, he brought his hand to her face. “Please-remain here where you will be safe from the carnage. When all is well, I will send for you.”

“Queen-“

“I will handle Masika,” he assures, grabbing her thigh and swinging it over him. Ashake easily scooted closed and laid her head against his chest, his hand on the small of her back. “I will handle everything.” A beat. “I will protect you.”

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Masika stood on the balcony of her bedroom. The skies were littered with smoke, dark from burning buildings, and the streets covered with debris and sheet-covered bodies.

It was something almost out of a horror movie, and it made her sick.

“Victory is near, my people.”

“Are you sure?”

She turned around, his dark hair and beard both grown out and unkempt. The shield strapped around his forearm still cracked and dinged with the dirt and dried blood.

She waited for him to take it off, to remove his shirt as well before he made his way over to her. Arms around his neck, she stole a kiss.

“Have you heard from her?” His blue eyes bore into her. He was always so tense these days, but she could not blame him. He’d spent his life consumed by war.

It could change even the best of folks.

“Not yet.” He sighed. “Do not worry, love. Ashake is my most trusted servant. If anyone could handle this, it is her.”

“What about him?” Steve challenged. “We both know how he is.”

“What do you mean?”

“He could know.”

She gasped and dropped her arms. “No. Impossible.” She turned away. “She doesn’t even know so how could he?”

“When thunder and lightning reunite-“

“Child’s tales!” Masika spat, her voice rising in anger and volume. “You can’t seriously believe that foolery, can you?”

“Maybe you should.”

Masika crossed her arms and turned away. “And maybe you are a fool. Ashake would never betray me, betray her people. She’d soon rather die.”

Steve recognized that the conversation was at its end so he headed for the bathroom to shower and rid his body of the day's battles only to stop in the doorway. “And you’ve sent her in the arms of the man who will see us all dead before he allows her to die.” A beat. “I just hope for your sake, for all of us, you’re right about her.”

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unorthodoxx-page · 1 year

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For the ask game: 4 for Recoil

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

The ENTIRE Mikey's heart-stopping scene. I was really proud of the emotion I wrote in Leo's and Donnie's parts.

Also, I'm really proud of the small hints of humor throughout the story. I didn't know I was that funny lmao

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stilldani24 · 4 years

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Bad Idea - 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader social media!AU

Description: You’re a new Broadway actress and have been obsessed with the scene since childhood. Newly cast as an extra in Waitress, you’re easily star struck with your costars and their generosity. In more ways than one.

A/N: I know I said that I’d be updating this on Wednesday but I had so many technical difficulties on my end, but here it is!

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skeletonwoman · 7 years

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Falling (Avengers)

this is a fic that is about the avengers as a group and it was going to be a three part but at this second i’m only confident on one part so expect nothing. thanks.

You grimaced, staring at the white of your thigh. It’s likely very bad that you can’t feel this, can’t feel the searing heat that should be there or the little leaks of blood that’re escaping. Only a couple leaks, luckily. That’s the point of burning the flesh, so the blood doesn’t leak out. Not that you’d been bleeding before you’d been hit with a flamethrower to the thigh at point blank range.

Not the point. What’s also not the point is that you definitely shouldn’t have tried to take on a flamethrower guy on your lonesome, as Steve has so succinctly pointed out over comms at least a dozen times already, but it’s always best to set the scene.

Maybe that’s a bad thing, thinking you’re setting a scene. It’s just your head, and there’s no one else around, nor are you even speaking aloud. And this isn’t a show or movie or book or anything like that. Do burns effect the way a person thinks? Is it like when you go mad with pain? Strange considering you can’t feel any pain. Or not much. There are little shallower burns around the edges but that’s not the point.

“And I swear, every time we let you try and fight without a buddy something goes wrong! How- Dammit- How are we supposed to trust you on a mission if you can’t keep yourself from getting wounded to the point of needing time off?” Steve roars in your ear, the twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies from point to point wherever he is the background to your undressing.

The twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies from point to point wherever he is the background to your undressing? Now all you can think of is doing a sexy strip tease to a backing track of Steve in battle. A hip bump with every grunt, arms flying high and sliding down your body to the sound of a dying mans scream.

“Lay off the kid, you know she’s still learning.” Tony pipes up, his voice sympathetic but you’re barely focused on the conversation right now. An ant is crawling up your hand.

Bullets tear up the earth a few feet from you and you frown at the sight. Why does man have to destroy the earth? What has the earth ever done but feed and clothe us?

Tsunamis, tornados, earth quakes and volcanoes.

“Ha! That’s right.” You giggle, cringing at the high pitched noise of your laugh. Like a keen or a squeak. Hysterical sounding, almost.

“What the hell kid? I’m trying to stick up for you.” Tony snaps and you shake your head, trying to refocus on the conversation through the comms.

“Sorry? What?” You mumble, raising a dirty finger and lowering it slow motion toward your burn. Maybe if you prod it, you’ll feel something. A crumb of dirt drops from your palm, landing on the cloth left covering your thigh and someone shouts across the field.

“She knows she’s being an idiot, she admitted it.” Steve growls and you blink at the empty field.

“Steve, shut up.” Tony snaps, worry in his voice. “Kid, what’re you thinking about right now?”

Steve’s voice starts up again, only to be shushed by Tony once more and radio silence fills your ear.

You rack your brain, what do they want you to say? Are you supposed to provide humour for the group? Is this a sombre moment? You were barely listening.

“It’s strange how geese have teeth. I’m not sure if ducks have teeth but it’s worth looking into, don’t you guys agree? Oh, and there’s an ant and he was on my shin before but he’s on my knee and I think he wants to eat my delicious crispy flesh.”

“Please tell me you haven’t eaten any of your burned skin?” Clint begs, the sound of someone gagging coming through the comms.

“No, I haven’t. Should I? Is that… Is that how I’ll be able to feel again cause right now it’s like my leg is… It’s like my leg is dizzy.” You wonder, hearing a soft curse run through the line in your ear.

“I’ll see you in one minute, Y/N, and we’re gonna get you on the jet. Where are you?” Tony asks softly, his voice soothing and you yawn at the cadence. Nice.

“Same spot. Never left, I sort of felt vomity so I sat down and then everyone sort of ran off. Probably didn’t want me to be sick on them.” You laugh, only for the sound to die and your eyes to go wide. “Help, guys. Help.”

“What? What?”

“The ant is nearly at the wound; it won’t heal good if there’s an ant bite on it. Hurry!”

“Oh my god.” Natasha groans and you can’t help softly and bitterly mimicking the sound. A thud sounds as a red and gold robot appears before you.

“Hello, are you real?” You frown, beaming as the bot nods its head. “You’re an AI, you’re so cool!”

“Please be still, Miss.” The automated voice rumbles, kneeling and scooping you into its hard arms. “My scans show you have received third degree burns to two thirds of your left thigh. I have been instructed to take you to the jet, do you object?”

“Nope.” You smile, patting the robots glowing heart happily and trying not to squeak as you’re jostled into the sky.

“You do realize that this could be grounds for you to be taken off the team.” Pietro sighs, and you pout at him. What’s the point of having a beautiful boy on your bed if he’s gonna talk?

“Of all the things I could live without, fighting for my life on a weekly basis- if I’m having a good run, is high on the list.” You shrug, running your fingers through his hair and gazing at him. How is he so pretty? It has to be the hair with his dark eyebrows. Art.

“You’d leave the team?”

“No!” You laugh, the offense and outright amazement in his voice comical. “I’d never leave the team while they’d have me. But I hate running all the time, I hate being so bad at this, I just hate being constantly sick.”

“You love bed rest!” Pietro counters and you laugh, flopping back against the pillow and trying not to visibly wince.

“I love bed rest because I am loved. What I don’t love about bed rest is being in pain. Even lying here with you, mostly still and doing nothing but talking, is utterly exhausting and it feels like someones running lines along my thigh with a dull razor.” You mumble, your eyes drifting around your bed before you push against the mattress, sliding yourself further down the bed and setting your head on your pillow. Pietros eyes meet yours levelly on the other pillow and you avoid his gaze.

“Y/N.” He mumbles softly and you shrug, holding out your hand and interlacing your fingers.

toodles

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tuiccim · 4 years

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Terrigenisis (Part 2)

Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 3067

Summary: Your life is torn apart after undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to civilian life. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild your life.

Part 1

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A few weeks passed and you had settled into the routine of training, paperwork, and boredom whenever the rest of the team was on a mission. You had formed a quick bond with Wanda and the rest of the team was slowly letting you in. You were fluent in Sokovian. Natasha was helping you with Russian. Bucky was teaching you Romanian.

It was Thursday and since the entire team was at the compound Steve declared it team dinner and game night. You were fairly quiet during dinner. The rest of the team bantered and laughed. During dessert, Steve had everyone write down a game and threw them all in a bowl. Being the hilarious person you are, you decided on Truth or Dare figuring it would be a fun way to learn about your new teammates. He walked over to you and asked you to pull one.

“Alright, our game is… “ You look down at the slip of paper and see Truth or Dare, but it’s not your handwriting. Looking over at Steve, you snatch the bowl from him and look through the rest of the slips.

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” Steve asks.

“All the slips say the same thing, Truth or Dare. Except one that says Monopoly.” You say.

“Bruce, we are not playing Monopoly ever again!” Natasha smirks at him, “Wait! That means you wrote Truth or Dare, too!”

You grin at her.

“We’re going to play the adult, no holds barred version.” Sam says.

"I second that!" Tony raises his hand.

“Then we need some drinks and comfy couches.” Natasha says and everyone moves to the common room. Tony goes to the bar and begins making drinks for everyone.

"Who goes first?" Wanda asks, curling up beside Vision on one end of the couch. Natasha and Bruce curl up together.

You take a seat on the couch and Bucky sits next to you. You give him a small smile. He's been teaching you a lot at the range and your aim was improving. Steve sits on the other side of you and Sam sits next to him. Clint takes a chair with a grin on his face.

"Sam, start us off!" Tony says.

"Alright!" Sam rubs his hands together and eyes everyone in the room before his gaze settles on you. "Newbie, truth or dare?"

"Let's start slow. Truth." You say, already feeling a little heat in your cheeks.

"I'll go easy on you for this first one. How old were you the first time?"

"Uhhhh... 20."

"20? Late bloomer?" Sam smirks.

"20 is not that old for that!" You laugh, "How old were you?"

"Oh, no. It's not my turn!"

"Right, okay. Natasha, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"I dare you to let someone do a body shot off of you."

She turns to Bruce with a grin and Tony hands her a shot of whiskey. She settles the glass into her bra and straddles Bruce. He's grinning and bright red but takes the shot from her with his mouth and then kisses her.

"Hot damn!" You say and giggle. Both Steve and Bucky look at you grinning. "They're so cute!" You whisper to them.

"Steve, truth or dare?" Natasha eyes the super soldier.

"Truth." Steve scowls at her jokingly.

"Do you like being called Captain in bed?" Natasha smiles wickedly.

"I don't mind pulling rank occasionally." Steve says as he turns red in the face.

"O Captain, my captain!" Natasha teases.

"Sam, truth or dare." Steve says quickly.

The game goes on and eventually circles back to you.

"Truth." You say avoiding the goofy and sexy dares that have gone around.

"When was your last one night stand?" Vision asks.

"Never had one." You bite your lip awaiting the response.

"What!?!" Natasha says. "Seriously? Never?"

"Nope."

"Wait, how old were you when you met Charlie?" Wanda asks.

"20." You say knowing exactly where this line of questioning was going to end.

"Was he your first?"

You just nod. Wanda squeals, "That's so sweet! How did you meet?" Natasha clears her throat and gives Wanda dagger eyes. Wanda's eyes widen and she looks at you sorrowfully, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

"No, it's fine. I don't mind talking about Charlie. I was 20 and in college when we met. Saw this really cute guy at my rock climbing gym and he ended up coming over and climbing next to me. Charlie was super sweet and talkative and funny. We climbed and talked for 45 minutes and then he told me it was nice to meet me and left. Didn't ask for my number or anything and I was so bummed! So, two days later, I'm at my karate class and they are introducing a new instructor. Same cute guy from the gym. After class ended, he walked straight to me and asked me out. Said he’d been kicking himself for two days for not asking for my number at the gym. We dated for three years and then decided to get married while on vacation in Cancun."

"How long were you married?" Wanda asks.

"We were going on vacation to celebrate 8 years when it happened." You smile sadly.

"I'm sorry." Wanda says.

"Thank you." You whisper. The mood in the room has sombered considerably. "So, anyway, that's why I have never had a one night stand. And so it's my turn to ask. Sam, truth or dare?"

"Truth." He smiles at you.

"Are you a boobs or a butt man?"

"I gotta say butt." Sam grins, "Tony, truth or dare."

"Dare." Tony says.

"Kiss the most beautiful person in the room." Sam smiles and holds out his arms jokingly.

Tony simply lifts his hand to his face and kisses himself. "Too easy."

"That's not right, man." Sam scoffs.

"Truth or dare, Bucky." Tony smirks.

"Dare." Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Why don’t you give the new girl a welcome kiss?" Tony grins.

Bucky turns to you and says, "Is that okay with you, Doll?”

“Sure, Bucky. Lay it on me.” You smile.

With a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks, Bucky leans over and kisses your cheek. You laugh as the team erupts in boos at Bucky’s chaste kiss.

“No go!” Tony yells over the heckles of the others, “Give her a real kiss!”

Bucky leans over and whispers in your ear, “Should we show them what a real kiss looks like?”

You nod, grab Bucky by the shirt and pull him to you. He melds his mouth to yours and leans into you. You both lose yourselves in the kiss, concentrating on putting a show on for the group who cheers and yells encouragement. By the time you break apart, Bucky had leaned you so far back you were practically in Steve’s lap, who is red in the face.

“That was definitely a real kiss.” You whisper to Bucky who chuckles and winks.

The game goes on for a while and drinks flow. Finally, everyone says good night and you head to your room. A knock on the door only a few minutes later and you let Wanda in.

“I wanted to say sorry again for earlier. I feel like I was insensitive. Are you okay?” She asks in Sokovian.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I don’t mind talking about Charlie. We were together for 11 years. He was a big part of my life. You weren’t being insensitive, you were just curious. Okay?” You reply.

“Thanks. I’m just really glad I didn’t hurt you. So, ummm…” Wanda’s eyes were wandering.

You smirked knowing exactly what she wanted to ask, “It was just a kiss.”

“Really? You don’t think maybe?”

You just smile but a little blush starts to come to your cheeks.

“Something is there! Tell me.” Wanda squeals.

“It was nothing really. I just haven’t kissed anyone in over a year. Damn, it felt good.” You laugh at yourself.

“So, do you like him?”

“I’m not quite ready for that yet, Wanda. I mean, I just took my wedding band off three weeks ago. My life has been insane the past year. I don’t know if I’m in the right place for that yet.” You look at Wanda and she pulls you into a hug.

“I understand.” Wanda says.

“I will admit that Bucky is hot. And, whoa, he can kiss.” You smile at Wanda who giggles.

“Yeah. Sleep well.” Wanda says as she leaves.

“Night.” You say.

The next morning you get to the range for your daily lesson. Bucky wasn’t there yet so you pull out your favorite gun and begin practice rounds without him. You are checking your target after your first clip when Bucky walks in.

“Hey.” You say with a smile.

“Hey. Nice grouping. Your aim is improving.” He studies the target.

“Thanks. I’ve got a good teacher.” You notice he seems nervous and wonder if the kiss last night is making him feel awkward. “I really appreciate all your help, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome.” He finally looks you in the eye and smiles.

“We okay? After last night?’ You ask, feeling the need for reassurance.

“Yeah.” He nods, “Now, reload. I want that grouping a little tighter this time.”

“You got it, Sergeant.” You smile and get back to work.

At lunch time, you are in the kitchen making a sandwich. Your headphones are in as usual and you are lip syncing with the song playing. Suddenly, one of your earphones is taken out of your ear and you look over to see Bucky stick it in his own ear.

"Thought I'd see what you're always listening to." Bucky smirks.

"Varies from day to day. Today's selection is classic rock." You finish making your sandwich as he listens along to Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. The playlist shuffles to the next song, Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas. You smile at Bucky, "This is one of my favorites."

"You have interesting taste." Bucky chuckles.

"Oh, this is nothing. Your head would reel at some of my other playlists."

"I'll have to steal one of your earbuds more often. Get acquainted with the musical tastes of our newest member."

"I shall educate you thoroughly on the music of the decades." You joke as you move to the table to eat. Bucky joins you with his food and you chat as the rest of the team filters in.

When he finishes, Bucky hands you back the earbud and says, "I look forward to my continued education."

You laugh, "You got it, Sergeant."

The team is sent on another mission and are gone for over a week. You continue to train, work with Redtail, take target practice, do paperwork, and try not to be bored out of your mind. As soon as FRIDAY tells you the quinjet is landing with the team, you sprint to them. Wanda is one of the first out and you embrace her.

“I’m so glad you’re back. How did it go? Is everyone okay?” You rush your words, happy to see her.

“It went fine. Everyone is okay.” Wanda smiles, but looks tired. “I think we are all exhausted, though.”

“I hear you. Let me know if you need anything.” You move on and welcome back the rest of the team. Fist bump with Sam, a side hug with Nat, a smile for Vision, you greet each one of them. When Steve and Bucky are the last to exit, you hug them both. “I’m glad you guys are back. Ya good?”

“Yeah, doll, tired.” Bucky says.

“Everything went according to plan. I think everyone is exhausted.” Steve says.

“I’ll take care of dinner tonight. Everybody could use a good meal. Go rest up for a while, guys.” You pat them each on the arm.

“Thanks.” Steve says as he and Bucky head in. You follow behind and go to the kitchen to begin dinner prep.

After dinner that night, you go outside to check on Redtail and Sam joins you. You pull out an extra falconry glove for him and he grins.

“You think she’ll come to me?” Sam asks.

“I’m pretty sure she will. She likes you.” You warg into Redtail and ask her to come.

Redtail lets out a caw as she soars out of her dogwood tree and down to Sam’s outstretched hand. She immediately begins chittering at Sam and leans into him.

“Bring her head closer to you. She won’t hurt you.” You guide him.

Sam brings Redtail closer to his face and Redtail rubs her head against his cheek. A display of affection you’ve only ever seen her do with you. “Hey there, Redtail.” Sam croons at the bird.

You laugh delightedly at Sam’s reaction. “You should go flying with her one day. I bet it’d be amazing.”

“Next time I do a test run I’ll let you know.” Sam says as he pets Redtail’s chest.

You reach out for Redtail and she climbs onto your glove. “Hey sweet girl.”

“How long have you had her?” Sam asks.

“She’s been with me about eight months now. I found her shortly after she lost her mate. I think we kinda bonded over that.”

“What happened?”

“Red-tailed Hawks mate for life. Hers was shot down as they were building their nest.”

“I’m sorry.” Sam says to Redtail. “And for you. I can’t imagine. It seems like you’ve been through a lot, but you, uh, you never seem angry about it.”

“Oh, I am sometimes. I don’t know. I just keep thinking it’s gonna get better. It has to level out at some point.” You say sadly.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Sam puts a hand on your arm.

“I know. It’s okay. We all know about loss. Just some of us more than others. I feel, uh, selfish when I compare my losses to Steve and Bucky’s. They lost their whole world.”

“Doesn’t make what we go through less painful.” Sam says.

“Gives it some perspective, though.” You nod and Sam returns it.

“You’re a pretty cool chick.” Sam smiles.

“Thanks, Sam. You’re a pretty cool guy, too. I’m glad we’ve become friends.” You turn to Redtail still resting on your arm. “And I’m glad we’re besties.” You say booping your head to hers and then lifting your arm. Redtail takes flight and you watch her for a few minutes as she makes graceful loops.

“Well, since we’re friends. That kiss with Bucky, huh?” Sam smirks.

“It was just a kiss, Sam. A dare.” You laugh.

“Really? It looked pretty intense”

“Really. We were just putting on a show. Besides, I doubt I’m his type.” You scoff.

“Why would you say that?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes at him and walk inside.

“Oh, no, you aren’t getting away that easily.” Sam strides up beside you.

“Kinda out of my league, don’t ya think?” You laugh.

“No. So, you do like him?” Sam says.

“I mean he’s hot, but is there an Avenger who isn’t?”

“That includes you.”

“I’m not an Avenger yet.”

“You’re still hot.”

“Flirting with the new recruit, Sam?” Steve appears as you and Sam enter the elevator.

“Just letting her know that she’s on the same hotness level as the rest of the team. Right, Steve?” Sam smirks.

“Uh, yeah.” Steve says as a tinge of pink creeps into his cheeks.

“See?” Sam says triumphantly.

“Paint a guy into a corner, Sam. What else could he say?” You give Sam a look.

“What? No! You’re beautiful!” Steve says emphatically.

You stare at him for a moment surprised by his vehemence. Licking your lips, you say, “Uh, thanks, Cap.” And swallow thickly.

“Uh, yeah, I mean. You are. You’re beautiful. You shouldn’t doubt that.” Steve says. The air is suddenly thick between the two of you and Sam’s head swivels back and forth watching you both. You give a pink-cheeked Steve a small smile before he straightens and stares a hole through the elevator doors.

You sneak a glance back at Sam who has a gleeful expression across his face as he looks at Steve. You have a feeling Steve isn’t going to live this little encounter down for quite some time.

A few days later, you are loitering in the common room when you decide you should check in with Redtail. You warg but immediately drop it when your mouth fills with the taste of oil and blood. “Ugh!” You exclaim heading to the kitchen and snatching a glass of juice out of Steve’s hand to take a long drink.

“Uhhh… okay?” Steve and Bucky are staring at you like you have lost your mind.

“I’m so sorry!” You cough a little. Your stomach is churning. “I warged into Redtail and she had apparently caught herself a snake. I’ve never caught her eating before and I could taste it. It was disgusting!” You laugh at yourself and how ridiculous it sounded. Steve and Bucky are chuckling too which makes you feel better. “I’ll fix you another glass.”

“Thanks. What other animals have you warged?” Steve asks.

“Um, cats, dogs, a horse, a goldfish. That was funny. For a watery creature they are airheads. Lots of birds. They’re my favorite. Emu was funny. They're fighting crazy...” You list a few more animals and the guys are chuckling at your descriptions.

“And you can’t do this with humans, right?” Bucky asks.

“No. It’d be nice, though, right. Just take over the target and have them deliver themselves to you?”

“Make our jobs a lot easier.” Steve smiles.

“Speaking of the job, any idea on a timeline for me?” You knew Steve was sizing you up everyday at training. “I’m not trying to push. But paperwork sucks.” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah, it does.” Bucky agrees.

"It's only been a few weeks." Steve says.

"I know. I'm not asking for a pass. Just a timeline. Some goals, markers, something. I'm a planner, Steve. I need a plan." Self-deprecation evident in your voice.

"Okay, I get that. Let me work some things out and we'll talk." He says.

"Thank you." You smile. "That'll really help me."

"You're a planner?" Bucky chuckles.

"Yeah. I like to have goals. Things to work towards. I mean, I'm okay with spontaneity, but limbo sucks."

“That’s the truth.” Bucky smiles at you. It looks like he’s about to say something more but then he turns back to Steve.

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All I Ask | Two

A/N: This is my take on Endgame Thor. Obviously, if you haven’t seen it, DO NOT read this. Really. You’ll spoil so much.

This is very very very late, but alas, it is finally here! It includes smut as requested by the lovely @coldmidnightlights ! I really tried!

Part 1

Weakly proofread | GIF found via Google

Pairing: Thor x Black!OC | Song Inspo: All I Ask by Adele

Words: 3.3K | Warnings: Smut, Angst, PTSD, and Mental Health

tags | @kreolemami @chaneajoyyy @kpizzletrash @letsshamelessqueen-m @marvelmaree @nina-sj

All I Ask

Folding up a red, sleeveless shirt, Naomi roamed her bed that was consumed by a mountain of various clothing garments, and she spotted a pair of denim shorts. Leaning over, she grabbed them, pulling it up to her figure, noticing how her thighs peaked past the sides.

She sighed.

She knew that she’d put on a couple pounds over the past few months, but it didn’t really bother her. She’d never been a universal puzzle piece among the other ladies in her career. She was naturally thick, and no amount of training and diet changed that. And as long as she was able to keep up, which she certainly could, she saw no issue.

Pairing the two items together, she placed them in the open suitcase that sat on the floor near her the window. Straightening back up, she pushed her hair behind her ear.

Looking around the room for favorite pair of sandals, her eyes fell on the photo frames located across her dresser.

She licked her lips, instinct carrying her feet over to the reminders. Naomi grazed her hands over the first photo. It was of her and Nat, one of their first missions together as partners. Nat’s hair was still long and curled, and Naomi’s was freshly cut into an asymmetrical bob.

Both ladies were in cocktail gowns, and neither wore a smile. At least, not with their mouths. Naomi detected the lighthearted relation in their gaze, the pride that accompanied their successful completion of a rather difficult assignment.

Naomi pushed her lips together, swallowing the uncomfortable lump growing in the back of her throat. She then transitioned over to the next photo.

Again, just one look, and she returned to that moment in time. It was the night that they’d secured the tesseract from Hydra. Of course, they’d also lose it again later that night, but when the photo was taken, they were still oblivious to Stark and Banner’s secret project that would lead to the creation of Ultron.

A shot glass of alcohol pressed against his lips, one arm around her waist, her hand pressed against his chest, and a playful scowl on his face. He was enthusiastic that evening as was she. They’d planned to go on a brief getaway to celebrate the demise of a two-year-long mission. He’d spent his time traveling the nine realms both fulfilling his royal duties and assisting in the repair of the damage inflicted from Loki’s attack.

Namely, she also spent her time searching for the tesseract as well as dealing with the fallout from SHIELD. Their time together was limited, so there was ardent excitement at being able to leave without worrying about what occurred during their absence.

Licking her lips, she tasted the familiar salt. Sighing with frustration, she angrily wiped at her tears.

She sighed, going back upstairs to finish packing. She went to grab a few bras when she heard the creaking of the floorboard.

"What’s up, Korg?"

"I-" Naomi spun around to see Thor standing in the doorway, his eyes immediately going to the dresser beside her, the pictures.

She paused, unconsciously crossing her arms. "Hey."

"Hi." He cleared his throat. "I don’t mean to bother you-"

"You could never bother me, Thor," she interrupted quietly, opening and closing her mouth as she moved closer to him. "Come. Sit."

Recognizing the lack of available space, she immediately moved to push her pile of clothes toward the top of the bed. "Sorry."

"It’s-" he stopped, allowing her to finish. He waited for her to stand back up when she instead stayed seated, moving up, crossing her legs over each other.

Naomi licked her lips. When he made no effort to move, she patted the spot beside her. "Please."

For a few seconds, he did nothing, and Naomi considered standing back up. However, just as she straightened her back to get up, he made two short strides and gradually lowered himself onto the mattress.

Sitting across from him, Naomi forced her hands to remain at her side. It was hard for her to converse with him without there being any sort of physical contact.

And then she remembered why there was an additional layer of tension surrounding them.

The fight….

She turned her head, allowing her eyes to focus on a small, black, dress which she immediately connected to the last event she wore it for.

Date night…

"I’m sorry." She broke the silence, still determined to not allow their eyes to meet. "I-I should have talked it over with you first."

"Would it have made any difference?" There was an almost sarcastic tone to his voice that was also doubled with irritation. "Would it have affected your decision?"

She closed her eyes. "You know it wouldn’t….."

Diverting her gaze, she stared down at her lap, raking her nails over her brown skin. "He’s my brother, Thor."

"I understand that, Naomi."

"Do you?" She questioned softly, finally willing herself to look at him. "Because if you were in my situation, and if it were Loki-"

"Don’t." He immediately silenced her, his voice carrying the heavy weight of finality.

Naomi straightened up and contemplated her next statement. If this were a conversation that took place before the Snap, her response would be something entirely different from what she planned to say. They were different.

"I’m sorry," she relented and licked her lips. "I just-" Looking away, her throat tightened. She cursed. "I watched him kill my parents,-"

"I kno-"

"No," she interrupted. Naomi was doing everything in her power to be understanding, to be patient, and she was, more than anyone else left in Thor’s life. But she had her own trauma she was trying to manage, trauma she’d been neglecting because she was so focused on him. "He tortured them in front of me, all the while, telling me that I was next, that when he was done with us, he’d go after Sam." Her voice broke. "And that’s exactly what he’s done."

Thor’s gaze softened. Naomi was never one for tears, so seeing her so fragile before him stressed the depth of her pain. "Naomi-"

"My mom, my dad, my best friend-" her jaw trembled. "And I feel like I’m losing you too." It was something she absolutely hated admitting aloud, but it was the truth. She knew he still loved her, but she also knew that you could love someone and not want them around for a variety of reasons. "So, don’t-don’t sit here and tell me that I’m wrong for wanting to do this."

"I don’t think that you’re wrong, Naomi." He sighed, shaking his head. "I-" Now it was his turn to figure out if what he wanted or would say would be the truest testament to how he felt. "It’s dangerous. He is dangerous."

"I can do this, Thor. You know I can."

"No, I don’t, Naomi."

She leaned over and pressed her fingers against her temple. "Thor-"

"You know what I do know, though?" He didn’t wait for a response. "Every person that I have ever cared about, always, without a doubt, ends up hurt or dead."

"Thor-"

"Despite all of my efforts to keep them safe" As his eyes glazed, Naomi reached her hand out to grab his, surprised when he didn’t jerk away from her touch. "Nothing works. They leave or they die."

"Thor, that’s not going to happen to-"

"It already did, Naomi!" His volume increased to a level where she was sure Korg, Miek, and anyone within 100 yards of their home could hear. However, she remained still, watching as his anger quickly dispersed into another emotion, one he worked meticulously to hide but was always visible to her. Pain.

"I lost you." He whispered in a devastated voice. "For five years, five long fucking years, I’ve spent every day regretting everything I did and didn’t do because they all led up to what happened-"

"It wasn’t your fault-"

He waved her off, turning his head as the frustration started to return. "You keep saying that-"

"Because it’s true!" She interjected, emotion imbued in her voice. "I-I would give anything, anything to take away your pain, and I know that I can’t, but-" she also shook her head, jaw shaking as she realized she could no longer filter. It was time to lay it all out. "I am doing everything I can to let you know that I am here for you, that I love you with all that I have, but-" she allowed her tears to fall. "I’m hurting too, baby. I-Nat was my best friend. I loved her, and I also love you, so much, and I wish you would just give me a chance, something, because I need you, but I need you to need me back." She broke, covering her hands with her face as she took a deep, shaky breath that left her stomach quivering from the intensity of her emotions. "And I’m trying to be strong, for you, for me, for everyone, but now I may lose Sam, and I can’t-I can’t lose him too, Thor. I-I can’t."

The Asgardian’s head dropped. He knew that Naomi was trying, and yes, he too continued to struggle, but in the midst of his dwelling on his loss, he continued to take advantage of what the universe had granted him. Naomi was alive, she was real, and she wasn’t asking much from him, just a chance. Just for him to show her that he still cared for her, that he still wanted them to be together, that he still loved her.

Naomi felt both shame and frustration. The last thing she wanted to do was have a breakdown, let alone in front of him. She was supposed to be there for him, be strong for him, and yet….

"I’m sorry." Berating herself for being so vulnerable, she twisted her body to get up from out the bed and relocate her mini-breakdown into the privacy of her bedroom. However, just as she went to rise up, he stopped her.

Naomi looked down with uncertainty, her eyes never leaving his as he gradually pulled her toward him. Before she could even reassure herself that he was offering what she thought he was, she pushed herself into his side, directing her tears into his shoulder.

Eyes closed as she silently cried into him, he allowed his arm to move around her body, his hand on her hip. "I’m sorry, Naomi."

As he spoke into the top of her head, Naomi struggled with her emotions that were already all over the place. This was what she’d been craving for so long, to be close to him, to be near him, to be with him. She’d tried her best to give him the space that he needed, to allow him to initiate when he was ready. Of course, things rarely happened as they were supposed to.

Calming herself down for a few seconds, she looked up at him, her eyes and face damp with her tears. Mouth slightly parted, she watched as he met her gaze, his eyes briefly dropping to her lips. She was unsure as to how much, if at all, she would regret what she did next, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less.

She needed him.

Pushing up, she pressed her lips against his, her hand going to palm his face. She felt his initial resistance and responded with further molding of her body against his, and when his hand near her hip moved to graze her ass and the underside of her thigh, she moaned.

Placing her other hand on his face to deepen their kiss—God, she’d missed the feel of his lips on her—she sat up and swung her leg over his lap so that she was straddling him. His stomach created a slight barrier between them, but nothing that could hinder the intensity of their kiss that was becomingly increasingly heated by the second.

He finally broke it, eyes closing. "Naomi…"

"Please," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his. "Please, baby." She inched away from him to reach for the bottom corner of her camisole, lifting it over her head and tossing it on the floor. "I need you. I-I need this."

Hands moving down his shoulders, she panted slightly while trying to push down his cardigan. "I’m not going anywhere." A beat. "Pl-"

Naomi was suddenly on her back, Thor hovering over her, his mouth latched to her neck, her mouth ajar, hands exploring his body. From there, desires were blurred. He wanted to savor this, each second of exploration reminding him how much he’d missed this, missed her while Naomi was yearning for his touch, for the familiar stretch that left her clawing his back until she drew blood.

They both wanted the same thing but had different ideas on how to attain it.

"Please," she panted, pushing up against him to remove her bra when he reached behind her, snapping it off with one swipe. She moaned, pulling his lips back on her as he disposed of his cardigan only for him to trail his lips down her face, neck, and latching onto her nipples.

Moaning and writhing against the pillow, her fingers pushing at the waistband of his sweats. "Stop teasing me."

"I’ve waited too long. Let me savor this moment.”

The anticipation was grueling but his sentiments were reciprocated except the god above her possessed a greater amount of patience and restraint. Naomi was restless, eager, ravenous for his touch, to feel him in a way she’d been starved of for far too long.

“Thor.” A breathy whisper as her fingers crawled down to feel him, her nails grazing his thick shoulders. “Say it.” Eye closing as she pressed into his skin like her loved pushed through his walls. “I-I need you to hear you say it.”

Thor was teetering into complete surrender to his desire as well so he dumbly questioned, failing to see past mere words. “What?”

Naomi lifted her eyes open to ensure she grabbed at his beard, forcing his vivid blue eyes to stare into her warm brown orbs. She licked her lips, nerves trying to get the best of her. “Tell me you love me.”

It wasn’t even the request that startled him. It was the emotion. The vulnerability. The sentimentality. The fear. Naomi rarely bared her emotions, so this blatant display of transparency created unfamiliarity within the god.

A few additional seconds of longing was enough to increase her anxiety, prompting her to sit up, hands still gripping his shoulders. Thor offered no objection as she repositioned them so that she was straddling him, her eyes clenching shut at the feel of his hardened member grazing her seeping core.

Typically, foreplay preceded penetration, but this wasn’t a typical sexual escapade. This was lovemaking in the form of the purest and most innocent level, a higher form of intimacy where intertwined bodies conversed and conveyed feelings and emotion that word failed to accurately embody.

Starvation clouded her sentences as Naomi welcomed the almost vaguely familiar stretch and fill as she guided his thick length inside of her weeping opening. Her essence saturated both of them.

Low profanities slipped past her pressed lips. She’d almost forgotten what this felt like, what he felt like. It still amazed her how she was able to take all of him as she did.

Thor kept his hands on her hips, helping to guide her, his eyes never leaving her face, searching for any indication that she wanted to stop even though he knew that stopping was the last thing on her mind.

Naomi placed her hands on top of his and squeezed. As she finally acclimated to his girth, forbidden words were replaced with pleads. She wanted, needed to hear him say it. For her own sanity.

“I love you, Naomi.” His eyes never left her face, watching the scrunch of her brows, nose, and the tremble of her lips as the declaration finally escaped the depths of his fear. “I love you.”

She sniffled, moving her hands to his belly, stabling herself as she welcomed a slow pace. Back and forth. Gradually, finding her comfort and basking in the comfort of confirmation. She hadn’t realized that despite her best attempts at self-pep talks, she needed him to verbalize it.

She needed to hear it.

“I love you, Thor.” Her voice cracked in conjunction with the bed beneath them creaking from the steadily increasing pace as she rode him. “P-p-please don’t leave me.”

Clarity replaced clouded judgment as Thor recognized the latent content of her heartfelt request. His ability to recognize underlying meaning improved with each statement that left her full lips. Their fears were one and the same, just masked with different packaging.

He feared to lose her, again, in a physical sense. She feared to lose him in an emotional sense. The same outcome. Different paths. One result.

Heartache.

They both were fighting for and against something not realizing that their actions were playing into what they feared the most.

Loss

Grabbing her arm and pulling her down against him, Naomi moaned into his soft kiss as he lifted his hips, amplifying the depth and speed of the thrusts.

“I won’t leave you,” he vowed as she brought her hands to either side of his face, her forehead pressed against his, eyes clenched shut. “I promise.”

She swallowed back a scream. The love, verbal and physical, it was all so overwhelming. She finally receiving the comfort and intimacy she’d desired for so long. And much like his opening decree, Thor enjoyed every minute of it, every stroke, every touch, taste, and feel of her soft body against his. He savored their time and her like it was his last day in Valhalla.

Likewise, Naomi cherished him, his love, him, up until her body couldn’t physically withstand anymore.

When all was said, done, and depleted, she curled up beside him, arm across his core, her hand softly caressing circles on his stomach.

He kept her close to him. Proximity was everything to the king these days. Silence was okay for a short amount of time, but Naomi recognized that there was still a conversation to be had.

“You know I have to go….”

He sighed, kissing the top of her head. “I do.”

She peered up and smiled sadly. “I’m coming back, Thor. With Sam. I’ll be okay.” She added. “Bucky is going with me.”

“The one-armed man?” Naomi muffled a giggle. She missed this. His humorous naivety. “The one who shot you?” His hand instinctively moved down to the scar left from a mission that left her facing off against the Winter Soldier.”

“He’s better now, Thor. And he won’t let anything happen to me.”

“Neither would I.”

“I know, baby, but this isn’t exactly a Stormbreaker worthy mission. It’s a rescue mission, and it’s-“

“Personal,” he finished for her, lightly rubbing her back. A few seconds of silence. “If you’re not back in three days-“

“You’ll burn down everything to come find me,” she smiled shyly, lifting her hand to his face and gently pressing her lips against his. “I will come back, Thor.”

He kissed her palm. “You better.”

Eyes watering at the love she felt and saw in his eyes, she warmly exclaimed, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pressed his lips against hers, soft and sweet, transitioning into hot and steamy. Naomi went to shift so that she could move her legs over him when the door swung open.

“Hey, Ms. Naomi, do you know what station Lifetime i—oh my god!"

“Korg!"

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