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ciaraswritings · 8 months

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No Going Back

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Slight angst, fluff, cursing, unhappy relationship, bride leaving wedding, fem x fem relationship. 18+.

Word Count: 2K words

Summary: (fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff) fem!Reader is about to be married to a man she doesn't love, but her crush and best friend, Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), rescues her just in time.

Author's Note: Okay, let's maybe not run away from our weddings in real life, that's pretty traumatic to the person waiting at the altar. Still, it's romantic to fantasize about, especially when it's the confident Black Widow whisking you away. Thank you for all your support. I hope you enjoy.

What do you do when the moment you've thought about your entire life happens? How do you manage it? How do you stay calm? What if it's something you don't even want?

My mind was racing, my hands were shaking. I accidentally smeared my lip stain and nearly dropped the open tube on the white dress. The itchy heirloom dress that I didn't want to wear. It was my mother's, grandmother's, aunt's, cousin's. It was stiff, the sleeves puffed out, and pearls had been beaded across most of the seams. The poor dress had been tweaked and pinned and let out many times and looked seconds away from falling into pieces on the floor. And yet there I was, sitting in front of the church's vanity with the chipped paint, getting ready to marry the perfect man.

The perfect man. To be fair, he was perfect. His eyes were kind and his hands were gentle. I'd never heard him utter a sharp word. He was the kind of man that made women melt in the street. The kind of man my mother would practically force upon me.

I thought of all the people in my life I'd ever loved, my mind reviewing them like flipping through a catalog. Men with shiny smiles and sweet words, it was nothing new. And yet, there was someone that stood out. Someone who was drastically different from the others.

My mind settled on her. The person who knew my deepest, darkest secrets and my most painful scars. We'd met when she started coming to the café I used to work at a few years ago, collecting data on a barista there, yes, but after the case was closed she kept coming back, asking me to make me my own favorite drink every time. She hated the drink, I could tell, because she never finished it. She would linger at the counter for a few minutes, and if there wasn't a line I'd chat with her. Then she'd leave in a rush, "forgetting" the drink she had ordered.

Now, we were closer than "beers in a six pack", as she would say. She knew my favorite ways to be touched, that spot on my neck that made me tremble when she "accidentally" brushed her fingers against it. I didn't remember when I fell in love with her, or when the flirty remarks or brushes of hands against thighs began. All I remembered is how I wished it was her I was walking down the aisle to.

I let my imagination float away, I didn't notice my hands stopped shaking. I closed my eyes and imagined I was marrying Natasha in a few minutes instead of the man my mother introduced me to. I envisioned myself in a dress that I picked out myself, made of lace and tulle, floating down the aisle to her, taking her hands in mine and telling her how much I wanted to love her for the rest of my life. I wanted to tell her that from the first time I saw her, I knew that she was the person I'd fall in love with deeper than the universe's depths. Maybe in ten years we'd curl up together and thumb through a dusty album full of our wedding pictures, and read our vows to each other again in gentle whispers in between kisses.

And yet, there was barely any chance of that happening. We had never admitted any kinds of feelings to each other, though our body language displayed romantic tension to anyone who looked hard enough. To everyone who wasn't looking, she was my best friend who I spent more time with than anyone. To me, she was so much more than that. But then a man came into my life. A whirlwind romance later, he had popped the question in front of both our families. And now Nat was my maid of honor instead of my bride. Or was. She had called me last night, telling me she'd been called in for an attack in Manhattan. That she couldn't come. Maybe it was for the best, it was so painful seeing her now. Her beautiful face, her glowing hair, that smirk that made my stomach flutter.

Suddenly, all my thoughts were snapped away from me. I turned my head as the door slowly opened. It was my groom. I looked up, my eyes still hazy from daydreams and realities. "You're not supposed to see me, it's bad luck."

"I'll see you in a minute anyways," he answered, fully stepping into the church's bridal room, his black suit looking out of place among the pink and white surrounding us.

I tried to give him the best smile I could. I had only finished applying lip stain to my top lip, making my grimace look slightly disturbing. Quickly, I turned back to the mirror to finish. "I suppose so."

His hands ran up my back from behind me. The unwelcome touch made my back straighten. He stroked my shoulders before extending his hand to grasp mine, which I hesitantly accepted. "I'm so excited to marry you."

"Mhmm, I'm… I'm sure."

He didn't seem to catch onto the strain in my tone, but instead pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'd better go before one of our mothers catches me in here."

"Yeah, you'd better." Watching him exit, I rubbed at the spot he had kissed me, trying to brush away the feeling.

As wonderful of a man he was, his touch made my stomach coil. I felt... dirty after his displays of affection. Every time I had tried to tell my mother, or my friends, or anyone else, I got the exact same response. "He's perfect for you, what are you talking about? I'm so jealous of you, you're so lucky!"

"Then why don't you marry him," I'd mutter under my breath whenever I heard the comment. Yes, he was perfect. Just… perfect for someone who loved him. He deserved someone who loved him. That person wasn't me. I wished I could tell him.

But still, here I was, under my family's watchful eye, about to swear away my life to him in a single day. How is that possible? How is someone able to pledge themself to someone they don't even love in a matter of minutes? Just because everyone else likes the way they look together?

Someone else knocked, scaring away tears that threatened to spill over my mascara-lined eyes. It was probably my new maid of honor, bringing me my bouquet of lilies. "Come in, I'm… I'm almost ready."

But it wasn't the bridesmaid I had expected. It was Nat, the woman I wished I had gotten the opportunity to love, just for a little while. She didn't have flowers, and she didn't look happy. She was wearing the Black Widow suit, and I could see the dark circles under her eyes clearly.

"(Y/N), why are you doing this? You can't be serious." Long strides brought her to my side in a matter of moments.

"Why wouldn't I be doing this? I'm getting married to a great guy, it's not rocket science." I turned back to the mirror to keep the lump in my throat from rising.

"You're right, it's not rocket science. It's deeper than that." She grabbed my arm and I looked up at her. Her eyes shot right into mine like piercing bullets. "You're marrying someone you don't even love and you know it."

"What makes you an expert on who I love?" I didn't mean to snap, but my voice was cross. "You're not even supposed to be here, what happened to Manhattan?"

"I didn't go, okay?!" Her voice rose, and she hadn't stopped looking into my eyes in that violent way. "I had to come here and tell you what a mistake you're making! I was praying for months that you were going to call me one day and say 'just kidding, it was a prank', but you never did. And now I have to see you marry that… that… that!"

"That is going to be my husband, and I don't see why you hate him so much all of a sudden! I thought you supported my decisions."

"I do… when it's not a stupid decision."

I rolled my eyes at her. "So what the hell makes this a stupid decision? You're not a love expert, so stay out of it. You're ruining my wedding day."

"It was ruined from the start. You shouldn't be marrying someone you don't love."

Returning the statement with a glare, I rose to my feet. "And who do I love, Natasha?"

Before I could process what was happening, she suddenly pulled me closer, her lips crashing against mine in the most passionate kiss I'd ever felt in my life. Her hands grabbed my hips to pull my body to hers as I returned the kiss. It wasn't lustful, it wasn't sexual, it just said everything her words couldn't. When she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes again, I could see… relief. Gone were the angry arrows aiming at me.

She reached up to stroke my neck, her thumb running against that one spot. "Get out of that fucking hideous dress and meet me in the car outside. Let me… just let me give you what you deserve."

Natasha disappeared out of the bridal room before I could even register what she had said or done. The colors of the walls and dresses surrounding me melted into a pool of watery color as I pressed my fingertips to my lips. My heart was in my throat, my stomach was in a knot… but… I liked it. I didn't want this feeling to end.

"(Y/N)? Here are your flowers, it's time." A bridesmaid, one of my mother's friends, poked her head into the room and set my bouquet on the vanity in front of me. "Aren't you excited?"

"Oh… yeah… excited." I picked up the flowers cautiously, as if they were a snake about to lash out.

"Gosh, you look like you're about to bawl. I know you're happy but don't ruin your makeup, you have to look fresh for your husband. No going back now!" She too disappeared out of the room before returning with a funny look on her face. "I think I just saw an Avenger in the hall, maybe I had too much punch."

"You probably did have too much punch." I pressed my fingers to my lips again as the bridesmaid bustled out of the room. I could hear the organ music begin to play, I knew the wedding ceremony was about to begin. And I knew what I had to do, for everyone's sake.

…

Sunlight kissed my shoulders and nose as I slipped out the church kitchen's back door. I was wearing the same jeans and shirt I had shown up in. My hair was down, flowing, free of the pins and pearly headpiece that had been twisted into it earlier. I carried two things, the bouquet of lilies tucked under my arm, and in my hands, a large box that contained a lemon-vanilla bean cake that had been meant for the reception. They were mine, I paid for them, and now I was going to share them with someone I actually cared about.

I didn't hesitate to slide into the passenger seat of the black Corvette, next to my new adventure in life. I placed the box next to my feet before turning to her, unable to keep the smile off my face. "Sorry about that, I couldn't unbutton the last buttons."

"I should've stuck around to help you, but I didn't really want anyone to see me." Nat started the car before turning her head and leaning in for a kiss as deep and meaningful as the one we had shared inside. She pulled away, but only just, our noses brushing against each other and our lips inches apart. I opened my eyes to stare into hers before she spoke again. "You really should marry someone you love, (Y/N)."

"Did you just propose to me or…?" The smile I couldn't hide grew when she laughed and put the car into reverse. As we drove out of the parking lot, I lifted the bouquet to my nose and nuzzled one of the roses. No going back.

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holdmytesseract · 9 months

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All The Right Moves

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...

Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever

°☆• Masterlist •☆°

This is basically based on this song...

... and this scene...

The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.

It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.

Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.

As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.

And some aces up your sleeve

I had no idea that you're in deep

I dreamt about you near me every night this week

It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.

How many secrets can you keep'

′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

When I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep

Spilling drinks on my settee

The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.

The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.

Crawlin' back to you.

Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.

You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...

Crawlin' back to you.

The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.

Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart's still open and

If so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly

On the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don′t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together, if you wanted to

With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.

While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."

Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.

Crawlin' back to you.

Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

(Calling when you′ve had a few)

'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I′ve thought it through

Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...

With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.

You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.

Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.

Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

(Do I wanna know?)

Too busy being yours to fall

(Sad to see you go)

Ever thought of calling darling?

(Do I wanna know)

Do you want me crawling back to you?

You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.

With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.

Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.

Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.

The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"

He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.

"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!

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thewitchandtheassassin · 10 months

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Choices, Choices (Maria Hill x Reader)

Summary: Part 2 of Kiss or Kill

Words: 923

Warnings: Language, violence?

Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife17 @red1culous @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne @everything201197

-X-

Maria’s grasp on the grip of her sidearm was firm, knuckles nearly white with tension as she crept through the uncomfortably silent HYDRA base. They’d received intel that it was teeming with scientists and soldiers alike in another pathetic attempt to recreate the beauty of the Super Soldier serum but she hadn’t seen another soul since infiltrating the base.

At this rate, she was beginning to wonder how accurate their information truly was.

Nearing what was supposedly central command, she inhaled deeply. She’d been off for weeks, ever since you’d pinned her to that damned wall and kissed her like lives depended on it. And maybe they had. If she’d been caught by some of those monsters roaming about, she would’ve been killed on the spot – or worse.

But now she couldn’t get it out of her fucking head.

She’d hoped this would redeem her dry spell but it seemed she would be leaving here empty-handed as well. As she stepped to the door keeping her from command, she paused as a cheerful whistle met her ears. It sounded oddly familiar and her heart dropped into the pit of her belly.

There’s no way.

Shoving it open with reckless abandon, Maria was baffled and furious simultaneously at the sight of your grinning countenance. A slew of motionless bodies were littering the floor, most of their chests still visibly rising despite the vague appearance of lifelessness. You were leaning against the edge of a desk, ankles crossed as you languished against it nonchalantly.

“Why, hello, agent,” you purred, gleefully clicking your tongue. “I wondered how long it’d take you to get here. I was starting to worry you’d dismissed my helpful tipoff.”

“I- you-” Maria sputtered, brows furrowing with frustration. “That’s not possible. Agent Romanoff…”

“Followed a clue I left for her. And then subsequently found all the others I just so happen to leave out in plain view for any halfway intelligent agent to put together. Really, your people should never assume it’s that easy to uncover things. I understand most of HYDRA is run by morons but there were far too many coincidences involved here,” you replied patronizingly, smirking at the fuming brunette. “Aw, there’s no need for such dramatics, you sweet little mouse. You simply stumbled into this cat’s trap thanks to a deadly widow. You are the Jerry to my Tom, if you will.”

Shoving away from the desk, your expression grew somber as you stood before Maria.

“I asked you here for a reason,” you admitted, all the teasing gone from your words. “Your appearance at the party has painted quite a target on your back. The heads of a few ugly organizations have put a price on your head and if you continue chasing down this path, they will call for the hit.”

“I can handle myself,” she contended, her glare faltering under the concern shining brightly back at her. “SHIELD –”

“Cannot protect you,” you muttered solemnly. “Your life is contracted. They will hire only the best and they will buy or murder the people closest to you. You may not fear them now but you should.”

Hesitating, Maria studied the tightness of your features, the tension of your form as your eyes darted about attentively. “(Y/N)...”

“I am a pawn in many games,” you shrugged, unbothered by the notion of being caught in the webs of horrible men and women alike. “Until I am no longer of use, they will keep me on the board at the cost of any lives they deem inconsequential. Nothing about my life is as black and white as your organization believes it is. Their house of cards must fall, but I will be the one pulling it. So stay out of my way.”

“I can’t let you keep hurting people,” Maria argued weakly. “People will die.”

Cupping her cheeks firmly, your look was fierce and blatantly terrified as you stared at the stunned woman helplessly. “You will die, Maria! And I won’t fucking let that happen. Please, stay away from this.”

You let one hand fall to her waist as you dragged her close, mouth harsh and unforgiving against hers though she returned the embrace with similar fire as her shock dissipated into something deeper. Something she couldn’t deny.

If you were anything in this world and in this lifetime, you were selfish. You always had been. You would sacrifice the things that didn’t matter to you to keep those you did care about safe without hesitation or thought. The world itself could burn as long as your world remained.

And you would not let her gamble her life for others. Not when she meant so much to you.

Tugging a syringe from your pocket, your eyes fell open as you pulled back, forehead resting against hers. Panted breaths passed between you, Maria’s eyes soft and trusting.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, wetness pooling in your waterline as you jabbed the needle into the side of her neck and pressing the plunger, wincing at her gasp of betrayal and pain, watching the light of consciousness fade from her crystal eyes. “I know you won’t let this go. But you have to.”

Catching her sagging body, tears dripped down your cheeks as she went limp in your arms. You held her tight, lifting her with ease and hurrying from the command center.

“When it’s all over, I’ll make this right. I promise,” you pledged, kissing the crown of her head. “You may hate me, but you’ll be safe. That’s all that matters.”

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anyon-else · 1 year

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I’m in Ruins, but it’s What I Wanted All Along (The Red Room pt.2) | Sakura is desperate for Kakashi to see that you’re not a threat, but you’re not making it very easy for him to believe her. Still, as much as he distrusts you, he trusts Sakura more. (Marvel AU) – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Kakashi Hatake x Black Widow!Reader + Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Naturo Uzumaki, Orochimaru, Dosu Kinuta, Hinata Hyuga, Kabuto Yakushi (mentioned)

Warnings | Descriptions of scars, threats of death, allusions to torture, abuse, choking (non-sexual), violence, discussion of themes present in Black Widow

Word count | 6.1k

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Before he took over, Orochimaru had never imagined that HYDRA’s little pet project would grow into such a success.

The idea behind the Red Room was simple: women were less likely to be suspected of espionage than men. Women were more often thrown to the side, left with nothing and no one to care for them. The Red Room was created to solve this problem.

Orochimaru took all of his girls in when they were infants. Before him, they were unwanted—trash that he raised to be something important. Without him, they were nothing. After he took them in, they changed the world.

He gave them everything.

He took over for his senile predecessor when the program was expanding. Hundreds of girls were given to him by families who didn’t have the means to care for them. They believed in their country, and they believed in him as a guardian for their daughters.

Girls were an infinite resource. He was simply giving them a purpose.

And through them, he was creating an empire.

4 years ago, HYDRA Outpost

“Who is this?”

The room was a frenzy of flashing red lights and white-clad bodies. They shuffled past one another in their rush to collect anything classified and hurry out of the building. Orochimaru couldn’t say that he felt the same sense of urgency. What really interested him at the moment was the pink-haired girl who had just been carried in, unconscious and much older than his usual recruits. He wondered if he had been brought another defect and filed the thought away along with a reminder to kill whoever decided it would be a good idea to waste his time.

“Sakura Haruno, sir. We were moving her here, but we were intercepted. We thought we’d gotten rid of the threat, but it seems that we were followed.”

“Hm,” Orochimaru smiled, finally turning towards Kinuta. The boy was holding Sakura over his shoulder, fear-filled eyes wide as Orochimaru stared him down, “and tell me, how is it that you allowed yourself to be followed, compromising not one, but two of our bases?”

“S-sir, it’s Kakashi Hatake. She’s his student.”

Oh. That certainly changed things. He finally took a moment to look at the girl. She couldn’t have been younger than twelve, but he supposed that she would do fine. He could work with used materials.

“Hatake is here?”

The man was, for lack of a better descriptor, one of SHIELD’s most important assets. In his earlier years, he had completed missions with near-inhumane efficiency at a rate that not even seasoned agents had been able to match. However, he’d become less active as a field agent, and one of the primary reasons for that inactivity was being handed to him on a silver platter.

“Yes sir, he came with a team of agents and another one of his students. They’ve already breached the building,” Kinuta swallowed, glancing back at the thick metal door separating them from the rest of the base. He could hear the familiar echo of bullets hitting steel walls, “should we let her go?”

“No,” Orochimaru grinned, ignoring the chaos outside and taking the girl from Kinuta. “I’ll see that she’s relocated. Go join the others, but do not tell them about the girl. Signal for evacuation, and call for a code black. We’re abandoning this place.”

“Sir–”

“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?” Orochimaru looked up from where he’d been staring down at Sakura, eyes bright with something between fury and ecstasy. “Go.”

Kinuta scrambled through the door, and for a moment Orochimaru could clearly hear his men dying at the hands of SHIELD’s dogs before the door slammed shut. When he looked back at Sakura, an involuntary laugh escaped his parted lips. She was delicate—almost fragile in his arms. By the time most of his girls were her age, they already had some muscle to compliment their immense skill. He needed to tell Kabuto to accelerate her training.

He imagined that Kakashi was about halfway through the compound by now. It would be a headache dealing with the death count as a result of this misstep, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He was too wrapped up in his buzzing thoughts; this opportunity had dropped itself into his lap like a gift from the gods, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

“Now then,” he sighed, listening carefully as the gunshots got closer, “let’s get you home.”

Present day, SHIELD Compound

When you woke up in a cell, your immediate assumption was that everything you remembered had been a dream. It had happened enough times that the thought was easy enough to accept, but disappointment still ate at you. You tried to swallow it down, but all it did was leave a leave a sour taste in your throat.

You were so close. If that man and his little sidekick hadn’t interfered, you and Sakura would have gotten out. You would’ve been free–

It was a dream, you reminded yourself. It had to have been a dream. If it wasn’t, that meant you’d failed to save Sakura. It meant that she was still in the Red Room, likely being subjected to some kind of punishment for the escape attempt. The image of her at the hands of the Headmaster made bile rise in your throat. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. She’s fine. She’s still on her mission, away from the Headmaster. Away from the tests and the pain and the–

“Hey...are you awake?”

You twitched at the unfamiliar voice. It sounded young—certainly younger than any of the HYDRA agents you were familiar with

Whoever it was shuffled towards the bars, close enough that their shoes scuffed against the metal.

Just a little closer...

You could hear him breathing now, as if he was peeking through the bars to try and get a closer look at you. When you opened your eyes, you searched his face for a split second before you shot up and grabbed his collar, yanking him forward with enough force that his head slammed against the metal. His eyes widened, one hand flying to his hip on instinct. You saw the slightest glint of a knife slipping from its sheath around his waist. With grit teeth and growing frustration, you kicked through the space between the bars, pinning his left hand to the concrete floor. His knife skid to the opposite side of the room, and you took slight satisfaction in his shocked expression. His surprise gave you enough time to grab his right arm, which was frozen in a defensive position. You trapped it against one of the bars and pressed his wrist back far enough that he understood it as warning. He winced, eyes wide as you ground harder into the hand trapped under your heel.

“Is Sakura here?” you asked carefully. His panicked breaths quickened each second that he was restrained, but his eyes didn’t hold the fear that you expected to find in them.

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, quick and nervous, “She’s here, alright? She’s fine! I just wanted to–”

“What are you doing to her?” you said through clenched teeth, hesitation forgotten. Fear swallowed you at his confirmation—you were right. Sakura wasn’t on her mission. It was all a trap, and you didn’t get her out quick enough. “You have five seconds to answer me before I break your wrist.”

“Nothing! I’d never hurt her!”

“Liar.”

This time, terror lit up his expression, but you only caught a glimpse of the it before he was gone—replaced by the man who was responsible for your capture. For Sakura’s capture.

“You,” you snarled, throwing yourself at the man and clawing desperately at the space between you, “you took her! I’ll kill you if you did anything to her!”

You kept your face pressed against the bars, fingertips barely brushing the material of his jacket. It was a humiliating admittance of your fear, but that didn’t matter now. Sakura was still in the Red Room. She was probably being tortured right now, and you were trapped. You had no way of reaching her unless you got out of this cell.

“Sakura is fine. I’m not your enemy, although I will be if you hurt one of my students again,” he said, calm voice juxtaposed by his tightening fists and harsh glare. You paused, and when you met his eyes, they hardened in silent warning, “you’re here because Sakura wouldn’t come with me unless I brought you too, which means that you get to stay on a strict set of conditions.”

You pressed your head against the bars, gripping them in white-knuckled fists. The man stayed silent for another moment, letting your panting breaths fill the space between you.

“Since you just broke the first condition, you get to stay in your cell a bit longer before I consider a probation. The second condition: you don’t speak to Sakura unless I allow you to. On the off chance that I do allow it, I will be present for any interactions. The third: if I suspect that you intend to harm any of my students, I will not hesitate to kill you. Understand?”

“Where am I?”

“The fourth: you don’t get to ask questions.”

“You’re full of shit.”

The man smiled, crinkling the corners of his eyes above his black mask. You couldn’t see the outline of his mouth through the fabric, but you could practically feel his smugness. It infuriated you to no end that the expression was justified—you were the one behind bars.

He took calculated steps to the edge of the cell, watching your hands carefully as they tightened around the bars. After a few moments, he knelt down in front of you, eyes alight with anger.

You imagined that your eyes held the same fury. You were itching to lunge for him and wring his neck until he let you see Sakura.

He was close enough now that you could reach him. You weren’t sure what your endgame was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from shooting an arm aimed for his throat through the bars.

“Kakashi-sensei!”

Your back was pressed against the cold metal before you could so much as touch him. You had barely registered his movement, but now he was holding your neck against the bars with one arm as the other encircled your wrists, grip tight as iron. Your hip throbbed, but you ignored it and focused instead on the unbearable feeling of someone holding you down by the throat.

“Don’t–” you gasped, wincing when the pressure on your neck tightened. You tried to force yourself to stay present, to keep yourself from being consumed by memories, but you still felt phantom hands holding your shoulders to keep you pinned down. You shook your head to dissipate the nonexistent touch, but unwanted memories still threatened to break to the surface, “don’t hurt her. I’ll stop fighting if you promise that Sakura won’t be hurt. You can do whatever you want to me, just...just prove that she’s safe.”

“I don’t know why you think you have any power to make demands, but you’re going to have to do better than empty words if you want to see Sakura. You just attacked me and my student completely unprovoked.”

“Unprovoked?” you spit, clenching your fists and prying them from his grip. He released his hold on you, but didn’t move from his position in front of the bars. Gasping, you backed away from the bars and involuntarily reached towards your neck. “You kidnapped me. You put me in a cell, and now you’re telling me that you can’t show me proof that Sakura is alive.”

He just stared at you, eyes empty and expression bored.

“Maybe I’ll be more understanding if you start being more useful,” he said casually. “Tell me about the Red Room.”

You remembered the first time you’d been interrogated as a training exercise. If you so much as said a word in response to your “captors’” questions, you were punished. Anything more than silence only led to pain. Even if you wanted to answer the man’s questions, it was conditioning rather than choice that kept your lips sealed shut.

“You know, for how desperate you are to see Sakura, you sure aren’t being very cooperative.”

You wanted to laugh. You’d gained your bearings now, and oriented yourself to the reality of your situation: you hadn’t escaped the Red Room, and you had to avoid any injury at the hands of this man, HYDRA or otherwise. Changing his to imitate someone that Sakura trusted was child’s play for Orochimaru. And if he really was the one sitting in front of you now, answering these questions would end in punishment. You were already injured, and any further damage would not allow for a successful escape, and that was still your goal. These attempts at manipulation wouldn’t so easily sway you now.

“I’ll let you see her if you answer my questions.”

You had been raised to tell lies, and a liar knew a liar when they saw one. He had no intention of letting you see Sakura any time soon. If all he had to offer was an exchange of information for proof of life, you weren’t interested. It was proof or silence.

“Hm,” he gave you a once over, resting his chin on his arm and keeping his expression flat and unimpressed, “maybe you’re not as interested in Sakura’s safety as you want me to believe.”

Your eye twitched. After a final moment of watching one another, the man stood and led his student through the metal door. It slammed shut, and it was only your heavy, uncontrolled breathing that filled the silence once the echo had stopped.

“You’re being cruel!”

“I’m only doing what’s necessary to keep you and the others safe. As far as I’m concerned, she is a threat until proven otherwise.”

“I told you, she just wants to make sure I’m safe! She probably thinks that I’m being tortured, or...or worse! She’s just scared!”

“She hurt Naruto.”

“Naruto’s fine! He was the one poking around her cell.”

Kakashi and Sakura had been going back and forth for nearly an hour. Kakashi was sitting calmly at a desk chair while Sakura stood over him, arms crossed and face as menacing as she could manage. Kakashi could admit that she had become a bit more intimidating since her capture, but he could still see her old habits from before. Her bottom lip jutted out when she was upset, she balled her hands into fists to keep them from shaking, and she never broke eye contact.

“It’s not as simple as you want it to be,” Kakashi told her carefully. “I haven’t even conducted a formal interrogation. There are procedures I need to follow before I allow any interaction–”

“Procedures?” Sakura looked close to breaking into a fit of laughter. “Since when have you cared about procedures? I’m sure kidnapping her and keeping her locked up isn’t in your procedure!”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t be here,” he narrowed his eyes, “and as far as SHIELD is concerned, she’s the enemy.”

“Oh, please. You’ve been going over SHIELD’s head for years! They don’t care what you do when you’re not on missions!”

In all honesty, Kakashi couldn’t find it in him to truly engage with this conflict right now. He was just happy that Sakura was safe, and he wasn’t sure he could risk that safety no matter how much she vouched for you.

Sasuke and Naruto were sitting on the far side of the room, doing their very best to pretend that they weren’t listening.

“Sensei.”

It had been two days since Sakura’s rescue. Two days of either petulant silence or arguments like this one. And in all of those interactions, this was the first time that she had addressed him like she used to. He leaned back in his seat, eyes burning.

“I’m grateful that you saved me. Really, and I couldn’t be happier to be back. I missed you more than anything, but...”

Naruto and Sasuke turned when they heard the break in Sakura’s voice. She hadn’t told them anything about the four years that she was gone. Two days of safety, and she was still forcing herself to put on a brave face. Kakashi knew from the deep bags under her eyes that the effort was exhausting.

“You weren’t there,” she whispered, shoulders shaking with days worth of pent up emotion. Probably years worth. “You weren’t there, and I don’t blame you for any of it...but she was.”

Kakashi blinked.

“I know you don’t trust her, and I understand why. She attacked you and Naruto, yes, but she’s been in the Red Room her whole life. And they...they gave us these tests where they would act like they were giving us a chance to escape. If we believed them and tried, we’d be punished for disloyalty. That’s why she doesn’t trust you. She thinks you’re testing her, and she thinks you’ll hurt me if she caves and believes that you’re really going to help us.”

Sakura was breathing hard, wiping at her face when she couldn’t bear to look at Kakashi any longer.

“She was there when you couldn’t be. She knows, and she...she understands. She kept me alive, sensei! Doesn’t that mean anything?”

Sakura was crying now, tears landing at her feet in her first real show of emotion since her rescue. Kakashi sat straighter, arms held halfway between them. He was at a loss. Nothing seemed right anymore, and he didn’t know if his old ways of comforting her would still have the same effect.

“They made me do things that I will never forget. Things that I’ll never be able to take back. But somehow, it was all okay because I wasn’t alone. She protected me. She hurt and bled for me. She made sure that I didn’t have to go through the same things that she did. She reminded me of you. Can’t you...will you just give her one chance?”

Kakashi wanted to say no. Now that he had gotten her back, he wanted to keep Sakura from any and all potential threats. But that wasn’t what he had been training her for, and it wasn’t going to do her any good now. He’d already failed to protect her once, and she was going to have to live with the consequences of his failure for the rest of her life.

She protected me. She reminded me of you.

One chance. He could manage that.

The second time Kakashi came to you alone, you tried not to let it confirm your suspicions.

He knelt in front of the bars, leaning one arm against them and pulling a sleek silver card out of his back pocket. You eyed it, unmoving against the opposite wall of the cell. You did your best to appear unconcerned by his presence despite the itch to leap forward and throttle him.

“Sakura tells me that you protected her.”

He’s lying. She didn’t tell him anything. Orochimaru is feeding you lies.

You knew that he was baiting you into some kind of trap, but you sat straighter at the mention of Sakura. Kakashi saw the change in your demeanor, and you hated him for it.

“I want to believe her when she tells me that you’re not a threat,” he continued, “but you’re not doing much to back up that claim.”

You clenched your teeth, jaw tensing as you stared him down. To his credit, he met your gaze unfazed and unblinking. There was nothing about him that seemed deceptive, but you knew that letting your guard down was exactly what he was waiting for. HYDRA was patient with their tests, but you had endured them before. This was nothing new, and nothing that you couldn’t handle.

“I’m not sure what you want me to do from here,” you bit back.

“If you push your luck, you won’t be doing anything.”

Kakashi swiped the silver card through the scanner connected to the lock on the door. With a flash of green and an high-pitched beep, the lock clicked, and Kakashi opened the cell with only a moment of hesitation. You stilled, observing his movements carefully. He did the same, and you both waited for the other’s approach.

The silence that followed was deafening. You held your breath in anticipation of movement, but none came. The expectation of immediate violence hadn’t been met on either end, and the stalemate that followed filled you with so much tension that your hip began to ache again. You rested your hands on the cool concrete floor, ready to push yourself forward at the first sign of movement from the man in front of you.

“If you think I’ll fall for some kind of trick,” you breathed, every movement of your lips carefully localized. Kakashi’s eyes darted towards them in the only outward sign of tension that you could see, “you’re going to be disappointed.”

More silence followed, though the tension in the room grew with each passing second. Was he waiting for you to look away? Waiting to attack? Was this all to test your reflexes?

“Come in,” Kakashi shouted over his shoulder towards the main door. As it opened behind him, his eyes narrowed at you. “If I’m making a mistake in indulging you, I promise that you’re going to regret it.”

Your lips were sealed shut. You weren’t going to give him anything; whatever you said would be weaponized and used against you.

“Y/N!”

The familiar voice startled you from your thoughts. It was the voice that you’d been waiting to hear since you woke up separated from Sakura, but you found yourself backing up a step when she opened the door. She looked the same, and she was relatively unharmed, but you couldn’t help the doubt that flooded you.

She’s okay. How is she okay? How is she unharmed after the escape attempt? After you were recaptured?

“Sakura...” you muttered. Kakashi narrowed his eyes at your reaction. It was the first time he’d seen any emotion on your face other than rage.

He hadn’t expected to see fear.

Sakura didn’t notice your hesitation. She rushed past Kakashi and into the cell before he could tell her to wait.

“Stop,” you held a hand out in front of you, and Kakashi was surprised to see that it was shaking. He took a step forward, searching for any hostile movements or intent in your expression, but you just took another step back. Sakura froze, eyes wide and devastated, “how do I know it’s really you?”

“It is,” she whispered, voice breaking, “I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, as if shaking away an illusion, “I have to be sure. Tell me something that only the real Sakura would know.”

Sakura stood straighter, face falling into something more calculated. Kakashi wasn’t sure if this doubt was something she had experienced, but he couldn’t help the prick of guilt that crept its way into his conscience as you watched Sakura like she was a time bomb.

“There’s something hiding in our closet,” Sakura whispered, barely loud enough for Kakashi to hear. His brow furrowed, but the words seemed to have the desired effect on you. You stood straighter, eyes wide as you watched Sakura, “but you’re gone, and I have to be strong enough to keep it inside.”

The silence that followed Sakura’s words was thick. It dripped down the walls, creeping past Kakashi and into the cell where you stood frozen. He thought he may have been able to see it pooling at your feet if he looked carefully.

Sakura took a tentative step forward, but stopped when your raised hand twitched.

“It’s me,” she repeated, holding her hands in front of her carefully, palms up and relaxed, “you’re safe. We got out. This isn’t a trick.”

Kakashi tensed when you launched yourself at Sakura, but held himself back when she laughed and wrapped her arms around you. You were trembling, face buried in Sakura’s shoulder and arms tight around her shoulders. Your breathing was ragged, and Kakashi wondered if you’d been holding it since you first heard Sakura’s voice.

The girl was crying, shoulders shaking as she buried herself in your arms. Kakashi couldn’t help the flare of jealousy that he felt at the sight. Sakura hadn’t been nearly this happy to see him and Sasuke. Somehow, seeing you made her happier than being saved from the Red Room.

He supposed he should’ve known better than to compare himself to you. There was something different about bonds formed in crisis situations, and if Kakashi’s assumptions were correct, the past four years of Sakura’s life had been one drawn-out crisis.

“Sakura,” he put a careful hand on her shoulder. She peeked past you and looked at him. There was no contempt in her eyes anymore. Just pure relief. He smiled.

“Thank you,” she whispered, grabbing his hand and pressing it against her cheek. She ducked back into your neck, keeping Kakashi close enough that she could have you both in arms reach. She looked so much younger than she really was. If he wanted, he could’ve pretended that she had never been taken. But he saw the scars on her knuckles and the muscle that she’d lacked before. He saw the toll that four years in the Red Room had taken on her.

“Sakura,” you grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back and cupping her face. You looked between her eyes, studying them with a steady, careful gaze. You glanced at Kakashi briefly, suspicion still clouding your gaze and making you hesitant to speak freely, “did you get out in time?”

When Sakura nodded, all of the tension melted from your shoulders. A weary smile lifted your face, pulling at the broken skin on your jaw.

Was this really all you wanted?

Kakashi had a hard time believing that. He just had to wait you out, see what else you wanted, and then get you out. If you stayed, there was every possibility that HYDRA would track you here, and he knew that he couldn’t protect his students against a large-scale ambush. There were too many unknowns to allow you to stay. It went against everything he’d been taught. If you were important enough for them to try and find you, everything that Kakashi had built for himself and his students would come crashing down.

His pity didn’t extend so far that he would risk Sakura’s recapture. Harsh as it was, that was the world that they lived in.

“Sakura,” he placed a hesitant hand on the girl’s shoulder. Despite feeling somewhat assured that you weren’t hostile anymore, you still hadn’t reacted well the last time he’d tried to touch her, “would you give us a few minutes?”

“Can she come out now?” Sakura asked, ignoring the request and looking up at Kakashi, eyes wide and pleading, “there’s an extra room, right? She could use that for now, and then–”

“I can’t stay here, Sakura.”

Your words were a shock, both to Sakura and Kakashi. After the fight you’d been putting up to get to her, you were becoming surprisingly compliant now that you’d gotten your wish.

Sakura looked horrified. She began shaking her head when you pulled away, giving her a sad smile and pushing her hair back where it had fallen into her eyes.

“What?” she breathed. “Of course you can! Where else would you go?”

“I don’t know. But they’re going to be coming after us. If I give them a lead, I can take some of a heat off of you. Distract them for a while so you stay off of their radar.”

“No!”

There was so much ferocity in Sakura’s voice that even Kakashi startled, barely recognizing the girl he knew in the person she had become.

“You promised, Y/N,” she spat fiercely, “you said that we would stay together. You said you would stay with me after we got out!”

“I promised that I would protect you,” you corrected, voice low, “this is how I can do that.”

“By giving yourself back to them?”

“Sakura–”

“I don’t want to hear it,” she spit venomously. “Things are different now. I’m back here with Kakashi and the others, and I’m stronger now. We can both be safe here. Things aren’t the same as when they took me!”

“I know,” you smiled, sad and understanding, “you’re one of the strongest people I know, Sakura. But you have people you care about here, don’t you?”

Sakura didn’t acknowledge the question. She just stood with crossed arms and narrowed eyes.

“I know you want to protect them. If I go, they’ll be safe.”

“I want you to be safe too. Why can’t you just accept that things are okay now? You can let yourself be happy.”

“She’s right, Sakura,” Kakashi finally interjected. Everything about the conversation had felt too personal before. He felt like an intruder in a world that he wasn’t supposed to be seeing, but now you were talking about a bigger picture. This was a picture that he was a part of.

“What?” Sakura turned on her heel and glared angrily at Kakashi. “You...I thought you of all people would be on my side! Isn’t our job to protect people?”

“Sakura, look at me,” you pleaded. Sakura glared at the floor, “please.”

When she finally turned towards you, you tried to smile, but it wasn’t convincing. Kakashi knew you wanted to give in. He could see it in your eyes. It was clear that you would do just about anything for Sakura, but this wasn’t about what she wanted. It was about what needed to be done. Kakashi had learned what that meant over years of experience with loss. He guessed that you had too.

“You’re going to leave again,” Sakura muttered as tears begin to gather at the corners of her eyes. She tried to hold herself together, but it was hard when she was watching you slip through her fingers. It was the second time, and she was just letting it happen. “Last time you left...”

“Last time I left, we were both still prisoners. That’s never going to be the case again.”

Sakura felt a tear escape, but she didn’t stop its descent down her cheek.

“We’re free. We have choices now, and this is what I’m choosing. I choose to protect you and your friends.”

You glanced at Kakashi as you said this. He held your gaze, still and blank.

“Please don’t go,” Sakura pleaded, desperate for you to understand. But there was finality in your eyes. You had already decided.

Something like respect bloomed in Kakashi’s chest. This was what he would’ve done.

“I’m sorry.”

Sakura shook her head, turning on her heel and storming towards the door with a sound between a scoff and a sob. You watched her go with a frown, then glared at Kakashi. He stared back at you with that same, infuriatingly blank expression.

“You change up quick,” he raised a brow. “Just ten minutes ago you looked ready to strangle me.”

“I told you,” you scowled, “I only wanted to make sure that she was safe here. I don’t care what happens to me now.”

“Well, it seems like you’ve already made up your mind,” Kakashi stepped back from the cell, opening up your path to the door. “And I’m more than happy to accommodate your departure. Stay the night if you want. You should leave in the morning, but I’d like some information first.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a tentative step forward and watching for a reaction.

“Just like that?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. He seemed like a completely different person now than when he’d stepped into the room. You supposed that your interaction with Sakura had done enough to convince him of your good intentions, but the change was still dizzying. “But don’t think that you’re off the hook for attacking Naruto. I still don’t trust you, but I won’t make you stay in a cell. You’ll need your strength if you’re going to be a fugitive.”

“How kind.”

Sakura was waiting outside when you trailed Kakashi through the door. He glanced back at you for a moment, and you saw that previous distrust creeping back into his expression. However, when he shifted his gaze to Sakura, it softened, and he turned the corner swiftly.

His footsteps stopped at the end of the hall, but you didn’t hear the sound of a door opening. Within shouting distance, should Sakura need him.

Sakura was fuming, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and her brows knit together. She looked like she was trying to decide whether she wanted to cry or scream at you. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you got both.

“I’m staying here tonight,” you told her quietly, “and I’ll leave in the morning.”

“Why?” Sakura turned on you, taking your hand and holding it tightly. “Why do you have to go? Shouldn’t we stay together?”

You felt like you were going in circles with her, and you knew that having this conversation again wouldn’t do any good. There was too much risk involved in staying. It didn’t matter how you felt or how much she begged. That fact wouldn’t change, so neither would your plan.

“Sakura,” you croaked, covering her hand with your own, “I don’t know if they have trackers on me. They’ve had enough opportunities that they could’ve put them under my skin. You know what kind of technology they have. Honestly, they might already know where I am.”

“Then they would have put trackers on me too! Then it won’t matter if you’re gone!”

“You were there for four years,” you silenced her, “I’ve been there my whole life. They could’ve done anything to me when I was younger knowing that I wouldn’t remember any pain from a procedure. The scar from the incision would’ve faded by now. I’m in more danger of being found. You know that.”

Sakura just glared at you. Her eyes were swimming with tears, but she was fighting hard to keep them at bay. You brought a hand to her cheek and held it carefully, just like you would do when she was younger and had that same look on her face.

Sakura was the only person you had who you could call your family. You would protect her at any cost, even if it meant leaving her again.

Hinata was dying.

You’d already driven a knife into her side, and you could see the blood leaking from the corner of her mouth, but she still had the strength to pin you to the ground with her hips, hands wrapping around your throat and squeezing until you couldn’t take in any air.

Her eyes were pained; she looked seconds away from keeling over, but her hands remained tight around your throat. She was putting all of her weight into choking you. She was trying to kill you before she could bleed out. You could see in her eyes that she would do everything in her power to win this match.

Her hair was in front of her face, falling into her eyes. Purple hair...

Pink hair.

You gasped awake, choking on your breath and struggling to inhale. It took you a few seconds to pull yourself from your disorientation, but when you did, you still felt the chill of cold fingers around your throat. When you looked up, Sakura was hovering over you, teeth grit and eyes determined. She looked poised to kill.

“Sa–Sa...ku...ra,” you rasped, wide eyes searching hers for any explanation, but you barely recognized her. She looked devoid of everything but pure anger and hatred.

You’d seen that look many times before. You’d seen it in the eyes of countless girls who’d been convinced that you and the others in the Red Room were enemies rather than allies. Girls who had been forced to kill one another as a test of strength and courage. But this was different. This was the first time you’d seen that look in Sakura’s eyes.

Black spots began to cloud your vision and, at an instinctual level, you knew that if you let yourself fall into unconsciousness, Sakura would kill you.

You gathered your remaining strength and channeled it into your arms, rocking to the side and using the momentum to jab her throat. She gasped, coughing and releasing her iron hold on your throat. When she met your eyes again, there was a foreign determination in them that sent a chill down your spine.

“Sakura, stop!”

Sakura’s lips split into a smile when she heard the deep rasp in your voice. The smile held something sinister. You could see the intent to kill in her eyes; she wanted to see you bleed.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she collapsed to the ground. You watched in frozen shock as her eyes rolled back and she fell, and you barely shook yourself from your paralysis in time to cushion her head from the hard floor. Once she landed, the only sounds filling the silence were your wheezing exhales.

Sakura’s face had settled back into one that you recognized, but you couldn’t erase the image of her smile from your mind. It was crooked and slim, just like Orochimaru’s. It was almost an exact replica of the expression that you still remembered so clearly.

“What did he do to you?”

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Author’s note | title is from “The Bomb” by Florence + the Machine

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Ghost

A/N: This is one of my first fics but it did get a decent liking to it so I will be reuploading it.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Location: Marvel > Wanda Maximoff > Oneshots

Words: 1.5k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“You are not seriously wearing that, are you?” Questioned Tony as I walked by him.

I was wearing a white dress shirt tucked into black pants, my hair a bit messy but down. I had a set of silver rings on both hands, and I was wearing a pair of black boots.

“I am.” I replied, heading to the elevator.

“You realize every woman will be on you in a matter of seconds?” He questioned as he followed me in the elevator.

“That’s the point,” I answered.

There was in fact only one woman I wanted on me tonight, if she’ll have me.

~~~

“You did what?” Steve gasped.

I grinned at him. “Stark hasn’t noticed yet, and I got a photo to prove it” I told him. I pulled out my phone and pulled up the photo of a note stuck to the back of Stark’s suit that read “Kick me”

While it was childish, it got her attention which is what I wanted.

~~~

It was getting late, and the Gala was still going on, despite it being nearly midnight. I was talking to someone who I didn’t know, when I decided to ask her.

I conjured up the words in my head and glanced around to find her.

Wanda was wearing a red dress that did nothing to help the need growing between my legs. With low cleavage and a slit up her left thigh, and the way the fabric hugged her curves…

Damn, I had a thing for women in dresses.

Suddenly a song started playing that I recognized- Jungle, by Nina Chuba.

Care to dance? I asked her, along with an image of us on the dance floor.

She turned to look at me, with a small smile and swore my heart started beating faster.

Of course.

I walked to her, completely leaving the person I was talking to. She had several men around her, all behaving like dogs.

“May I have this dance, Miss Maximoff?” I asked her. She grinned at me as the men turned to look at me with various emotions that I had no care to observe from. Only hers.

“You may” she replied as she held out her hand, which I took.

I led her to the dance floor, twirling her once we got on. I had one hand on her hip, the other holding her other hand in the air, as she reseted her hand on my shoulder.

“You look beautiful tonight” I told her, gazing at her startling blue eyes. The calm and delight that they held in them reminded me of the sky after a rainstorm.

She smirked at me. “Don’t I look beautiful every night, Ghost?” She said. Ghost was my callsign, partially due to my abilities and partially due to my habit of disappearing and reappearing out of nowhere.

“There has never been a day where you have not been beautiful.” I replied, smiling at her.

She let go of my hand and put it on the back of my neck, and moved closer to me. We were gently swaying to the music, and I rested my other hand on her shoulder.

She smiled back at me, humming the song.

I turned my head and saw the men she was with earlier, glaring at us. She turned her head too, and leaned into me.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else?” She asked, as I started glaring at the men.

“Good idea.” I answered, taking her hand and leading her to the elevator.

Once we got in and the doors closed, she grabbed my collar and kissed me. She tasted like strawberry chapstick and cinnamon, just as I had imagined.

I laced a hand through her hair and pulled her closer, and put my other hand on the small of her back. I nipped at her lip and she gladly opened her mouth to me. I backed her up to the wall, pressing her against it. She broke the kiss to look at me. “Care to show me how much you want me?” she asked. I grinned at her.

“You’ve been listening to my thoughts, haven’t you?” I asked her.

“About the fact that you want my dress on the floor, of the fact you have a thing for women in dresses?” she replied, smirking.

“Damn then, you’re in for a hell of a night” I grinned at her.

The elevator stopped at my floor, and I pulled her out of it, pushing her against the wall right outside of it.

I had my hands on her hips and was pressing into her. She wrapped her legs around me, and I started grinding into her as she gasped. She leaned her head back, moaning softly as I started kissing her neck. I pressed kisses to her collarbone, before my lips found her mouth again.

“Do you want marks?” I questioned. This was more so she wasn’t questioned and was comfortable having them.

“Show them who I belong to.”

That was all it took. I lifted her off the wall and carried her to my room, making sure to leave plenty of marks along her neck and chest.

I leaned her against the bed as we kicked off our shoes. I started pulling her dress off of her, groaning at the sight of her braless breasts.

I kissed down her chest, taking one of her nipples in my mouth while I rolled the other between my thumb and forefinger.

Her hand found its way into my hair as she let out a breathless whisper of my name. I switched, taking the other in my mouth. She started grinding against me, and I placed one of my thighs between her legs so she’d have more friction.

Fuck, I could feel her heat through my pants.

I kissed down her stomach, sliding the rest of her dress off. She was wearing a lacy pair of black underwear, which were quickly taken off. I kissed the top of her mound and the inside of her thighs.

“Please” she asked. I looked up and saw her kiss-swollen lips and piercing blue eyes starting at me.

I grinned back and licked her folds as she fell back against the bed, cursing.

“Fuck, you’re already this wet for me darling?” I asked. Her essence was coating her inner thighs and damn, it tasted sweet.

I licked against, from her entrance to her clit, flicking it with my tongue. I put her thighs on my shoulders and pressed my face more into her, licking and occasionally sucking one of her lips.

I took her clit in my mouth and was rewarded by a near yell of my name. I sucked on it, and felt her thighs shaking around me. I carefully entered one finger and curled it, then another. A jumped mess of words fell out of her mouth, some curse words, others my name, and one that definitely caught my attention as I kept curling my fingers.

“Fuck-(Y/N) please please don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!” she cried out, moaning.

I kept up my minstations, sucking harder on her clit as she let out a loud moan, the hand in my hair gripping tighter. I felt her walls start to squeeze my fingers and I kept going.

I looked up right as she came and fuck, I wanted that photo intergrained in my head permanently. Her back was arched, her hair spread out on the bed, her other hand gripping the sheets as she lets out a moan.

I coaxed her through it, eventually earning another orgasum from her. My mouth switched places with my fingers, causing her to scream my name as she came again.

I finally stopped, licking her essence off of her thighs, and flicked her clit with my tongue as she whimpered.

I stood up, licking my fingers as she started at me.

“Fuck, that was good” she told me. I grinned at her.

“I can do better.” I replied. Suddenly a loud chime started playing, from which Wanda grabbed her phone.

She answered it as I went to my bathroom, wetting a washcloth and coming back to her telling someone that she’d be there in a bit.

I wiped her down carefully, as she asked me “Do you do this with all your lays?”

I chucked and tossed the washcloth in the laundry basket, and then helping her back in her dress.

“Only with the ones I really like” I replied. She smiled at me as I helped stabilize her as she put her heels back on.

“I wish I could reciprocate, but I’m needed downstairs. Later, though?” She asked.

I grinned. “I’m always here.” I replied. She smirked at me and walked out the door.

I ran a hand through my hair, tilting my head back and breathing out a curse.

“Fuck”

I sent a mental image to her, of her between my thighs and I got a one-word response from her.

Later.

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The Cost of You (Dio x F!Reader)

"I… I've always wondered if…" For the first time, you seemed unsure of yourself. This is an area in which you had no experience. Thus, he allowed his kiss to be the answer. It was all the comfort you would ever need. OR

You let Dio have you for the very first time.

This is the first short story set in the 'Hungry Eyes' Universe. This can be read as a standalone but canonically happens during the first 'fate to black' scene featured in Chapter 1 of 'Hungry Eyes.' Read the Full Story on AO3

Note: This story takes place during Phantom Blood so period typical attitudes and understanding of sex apply.

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"A woman's virtue is all she has, no man of good standing would wed a girl who's been sullied. There is nothing worse than a fallen woman, do you understand?"

"Yes."

You understood the threat men posed to your good standing, how their whims could steer the course of your life.

You understood when you were 12, and the city boys followed you around the marketplace shouting vulgar words. You understood when you were 16, and the young footman insisted you accompany him to some faraway fair alone. And you understood at age 20, when Lord Pendleton returned from his long trip abroad and marveled at how much you'd grown.

You understood.

And yet…and yet…

The press of Dio's lips against your own was heaven.

'He wants me,' your heart sang, 'just as much as I want him.'

Maybe even more.

You'd hardly gotten through the door before he kissed you again, and your coats and scarves were haphazardly discarded soon after. You felt as though you’d swoon, that you'd faint like some delicate lady as Dio led you to the bed.

He wanted you.

The walls of the inn were thin, so the muffled sounds of merry patrons and tired workers drifted up through the polished hardwood floor. It should have annoyed you, but the moment Dio pressed you back against the plush white mattress, the world around you fell away.

Everything but your sense of self-awareness.

Your heart and body ached for Dio, but you carried no illusions; he wanted you, and he might have even liked you, but he would never marry you; you may have carried Lord Pendleton's blood, but you were just a bastard, the illegitimate daughter of a maid.

A softer man, perhaps, would say it didn't matter and would promise to marry you anyway.

But Dio Brando was not a soft man. He was pragmatic and cunning. He didn't see the value in sentiment so any promise of marriage would only be a clever lie. He was a liar, a murderer, and a schemer. But despite his ways, he was more honest than anyone else, more honest than even he would believe.

He was a double-edged blade, sharp and unwieldy. But unlike other men, who hid their sharp edges beneath kind words and flowery gifts, Dio never hid himself from you. So when he pressed in close and wrapped his arms around you, you understood exactly what it meant:

He wanted you.

And you wanted him too.

"Dio," you hated the way you cried when he released you, needy and desperate like some pinchcock in a brothel.

"Hush now, dear, have patience." His eyes were so beautiful, like golden pools of honey as he undressed you with his rough hands. They slid from the thick of your hips to the swell of your breasts and back again, peeling away every layer with the grace of a swan.

‘Take this off,’ he told you, and ‘raise your hips,’ ‘your arms,’ ‘good girl.’ He stripped you of your skirts, your blouse, your chemise, and your stays—leaving everything behind as a pile on the floor.

You might have been embarrassed and ashamed of your naked body—women should never bare themselves to a man after all—but you liked the way Dio gazed upon you, like a beast seeking prey. You reached out your arm to hold him but he stopped you, pinning your wrist to the mattress instead.

"Allow me to admire you," he said, as though he wished to savor the moment, to savor you.

And for a moment it was quiet, with nothing but the low murmur of the downstairs patrons and the sound of whistling wind settling in around you. You allowed him to savor the moment; you savored it as well. And then you blinked, and something bloomed behind his golden gaze.

Was it passion? you wondered. Obsession? Greed? You wouldn't let yourself imagine love.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, and your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, soft and low. The rough pads of his fingers brushed across your cheek as he spoke to you, and a wicked smirk graced that perfect face. "Don't act shy now. Isn't this what you wanted?" He leaned forward then, his breath warm and soft in your ear. "Come now, you've never held your tongue before."

"This is different," you trembled beneath his touch and he laughed at you, a soft chuckle ripe with glee. Dio had experience, you realized, he'd done this before. You briefly wondered if he engaged himself with women of good standing or if he hired women of the night.

"And so it is…tell me, dear, do you think of me at night?" He pressed down upon your wrists as he loomed above you, his larger form positioned at your side.

You didn't reply, so he took your silence as an answer.

"As I thought," he gloated as a deceptive smile softened his features. "Of course you do." His large hand settled against your leftmost breast. You gasped, unsure what to do as he squeezed and pinched your nipple. His movements were slow, torturously slow as he continued.

"Tell me what it is you dream about," he whispered, "tell me what sinful fantasies run rampant in your mind so that I may do more. Tell me what you think of as your hand slips beneath your bedsheets. I shan’t do more than this till you do."

You didn't have the words to describe what you wanted and he knew that. But the pleasure of his languid touch was a flame that threatened to consume you. He stopped for just a moment and you whined about it till he started on your other breast.

"What do you think about?" Your voice was weak and it wavered as you spoke.

"Me?” He slid his hand away from your breasts and you whimpered again in protest. But he brought his fingers to your cheek, turned your eat toward him, and leaned closer. His thumb traced the gentle curve of your lips and they parted for him.

You wanted him to kiss you.

“I dream of you using that mouth of yours for better things." He told you, slipping a finger partway into your wanting mouth, demonstrating exactly what it was he wanted to do.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your eyes went wide with the shock before narrowing down into a glare that made him laugh once again.

You may have been inexperienced, but you understood the implication of his words. You've heard men laugh and joke about having women on their knees, of 'their pretty mouths wrapped around their throbbing cocks,' and the very thought made your lips curl in disgust.

He pulled his hand away so you couldn't bite him. So you slapped his hand and sat up, covering your breasts in a feeble attempt to preserve your sense of dignity.

"I don't want to be with you that way."

"Oh?" He tilted his head in amusement as you tried, and failed, to muster a proper glare. "Many women enjoy such things; it excites their…sensibilities." He placed a hand upon your thigh and moved lower, but you batted his hand away.

"It's disgusting." You turned your head toward the door, hoping to express discontent. How silly you must have looked, sitting naked beside him, playing the part of a modest dame.

"And yet here you are. Were you not writhing naked beneath me not a moment ago?" He tutted, speaking as though he knew your mind. "Some might say the same of you, my dear: an unwed woman quaking at the thighs, so ready and willing, eager to be relieved of her maidenhood."

"I-" you loathed admitting he was right. You wanted it, you wanted him so badly something warm and wet began to pool between your thighs.

But you turned to glare at him anyway.

You once found a book in Lord Pendleton’s study that contained detailed accounts of sexual intimacy. You were scandalized, shocked, yet the pictures of the couples never left your memory: The man was on top, nestled between the woman's thighs. Her back was arched, her lips parted and her breasts unbound.

You were told that sex was an ordeal, something for men to enjoy and women to endure. But the woman in the illustration seemed happy; you wanted to share that bliss with Dio, even as he spoke such devilish things.

"No words? No self-righteous condemnation or defense of your own pure desires? I'm waiting for an answer." He set his hand on the small of your back, and you shivered as he blazed a trail to the curve of your ass and back again. "Or could it be that you're far too enamored to think? Is that it? Have you become dumbfounded by my touch? By the thought of me as I claim your virginity for myself?"

Dio loved to hear himself speak, and though his lewd insinuations made your heart race, you could only take so much of it. And worse, you were placed into an awkward position, with Dio’s hulking figure set beside you, touching your body as he pleased, saying whatever the hell he wanted...and you hadn't a clue what to do.

"What more is there to be said?" You spoke out in frustration, "you know how I feel about you, the reason why we're here." Though you never managed to say it. You wouldn't let yourself love him, only want him.

"I do, in fact. And it brings me joy to know how you ache for me.” He held your face between his hands and leaned forward just so. “Had you told me sooner, you may have been my first as well.”

And with a kiss, he ensnared you again. Dio pressed you back against the bed, wedged a hand between your legs, and settled himself between them.

“You b-” He leaned over you then, caging your body between his massive arms.

“Call me what you will, but here we are, blissful agony so close at hand. If only you'd reveal to me your innermost desires I could fulfill your every fantasy. Or are you ashamed? Women should be pure and yet you yearn to be taken, yearn to feel my cock within you..."

"Must you be so lewd!"

"Lewd? Are your desires so pure then? Look at you, on your back for me, dripping with desire. Yet you refuse to tell me what it is you yearn for.” He scoffed. “At least I'm honest with my intentions.”

"I want you to kiss me!" You finally crack, embarrassed by your admission and the delirium of desire.

He said nothing for what felt like a long while, as though he was shocked by the mundanity of your words. Dio chuckled softly.

"Then perhaps your desires are more pure than mine."

Nonetheless, Dio indulged you. He kissed your lips, your neck, your shoulders, and your earlobe. Dio dragged his tongue along your throat, pulling pleasure from your pliable form in ways you never expected.

"Dio," you moaned his name, blindly pulling at the back of his shirt, desperate for something to hold on to as you beckoned him closer.

"Yes, love?” He teased, one large hand playing at the base of your breast. He held himself up with the other.

"Dio please," you murmured, again unsure what it was you were asking for. You tried to press your legs together to find relief from the throbbing need that gathered there, but he was still placed between them.

"Well, aren't you eager?" He teased, circling a thumb around your nipple once again. You gasped, startled by the sharp pleasure that spread throughout your body like lightning in the sky. "And yet so delicate.”

“Must you say such things?” You groaned. Never had he thought of you as delicate before. That isn't why he liked you.

"You speak as though you don't like it, yet your excitement is palpable," he licked his lips. "I can see it in your eyes, how anxious you are for me to fuck you."

"You’re incorrigible," you hiss.

"Shall I stop?" He threatened as his hungry lips moved lower, down to your collar, across your breasts.

"No, don't stop." Your entire being ached for him, leaving you in almost pained anticipation as he pressed a trail of kisses down your stomach. But Dio let out a hum of disapproval, so you decided to play to his ego. "I want you to have me."

"And how shall I have you?" He whispered.

'However you please,' you wanted to say, but you couldn't let him get too haughty. So 'quiet,' was your eager reply.

"You want me quiet then? Hm. Well, I suppose we share the same dream...allow me to show you the appeal." Your entire body trembled as he looked upon you from his lower position, and inhuman hunger sparked behind sulty golden eyes.

He moved lower still, angling his chest to the bed and hooking your legs around his shoulders.

You didn't understand, but your heart swelled in nervous anticipation.

He could see everything now, see how wet you were between the thighs, see how badly your body quivered. Would he be disgusted? Appalled? Think you no better than some back alley whore?

"My, my," He started, his voice deep, "aren't you pretty?"

"I-" You gasped then, unable to finish your sentence as he dragged his tongue across your most tender place and swirled that devil tongue around you. He hummed, seemingly delighted by your taste, and something in your body coiled.

You took hold of the blanket, unsure of what to do. You never considered this, never dreamed of this, never imagined this was something that could happen.

Was Dio a sexual deviant? Is that what was happening? (He was certainly depraved so you wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.) But if he was, what did that make you? You liked this, you liked the position Dio took below you, you liked the way his hot mouth and greedy tongue felt as he found a constant rhythm.

Frantic gasps and warbling moans spilled from your lips as he found his stride. It was like waves of pleasure, threatening to drag you out into an open sea of rapture. You had no idea how to meet this feeling—so you edged upward without thinking, as though to retreat.

"Do you not find this pleasurable?" He stopped. You looked down your body to meet an inquiring gaze and smooth pale skin flushed with heat.

"Do you? " He looked at you as though it was obvious, as though you asked him if the sky was blue.

"Would you like me to continue or not? I thought you wanted me quiet."

"I…I do. But-"

“Then stop your insistent squirming.” Squirming? You hadn’t realized you’d been squirming. You wanted to protest but Dio was quick to begin again. This time, he leveraged his size to root your body in place.

"Oh my," you gasped, your voice straining as he regained his stride. "My god," you cursed again, as that thing inside you, that coiling pressure, built and curled like a wave. You took hold of him then, sinking your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. Dio moaned, and the sweet sound of his pleasure blended with your own. Deviant or not, you liked what he was doing, and you didn't want him to stop. You begged him not to stop, not until that wave of pleasure crested and broke upon the shore.

Your breaths came faster and faster, and as he buried his tongue deep inside your needy cunt you found what it was you'd been chasing: the end.

You met your first orgasm with a breathy cry as your body shook with a pleasure you've never known. It was a storm, a flood, a flower blooming in the night. It was everything.

'Blissful agony' indeed.

You melted, your body nothing but a bundle of nerves swept by lust's tender embrace.

"My God," you took a single, quivering breath.

"Not quite, but you're free to think of me as such." Dio settled back on his haunches, his expression smug as he licked your essence from his lips.

You needed a moment to breathe, a moment to regain your sense of self before you responded, yet every part of you felt tender and warm.

"You're speaking again?" Was the only thing you thought to say to him, but in truth, you enjoyed the sound of his voice: low, sharp, and deep. But you liked the sound of his moans even more.

"So I am." He leaned forward and kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of your arousal. You squealed at that, but Dio pressed closer, pinning you down into the mattress as he ground his clothed erection against your belly. You weren't sure about the taste, but you pulled him closer anyway. The kiss you shared was long and sloppy.

"I find your desperation endearing." He smirked.

"I'm not-" You moaned again as he left a tender trail of kisses down your neck.

"You are." He countered, and Dio drew your skin between his lips, licking and sucking till he left a mark for you to find come morning. Again you were reduced to nothing but giddy nerves. "Look at you, always so dishonest. Perhaps you'll tell me this: are you ready for me?" He asked so sweetly it gave you butterflies. "Well?" He asked, rolling his hips against you once more. He was more than ready.

"I'm ready," You said, with more confidence than you felt. You wanted this, you did, but your heart thundered in your chest so hard, you felt the need to turn away as he sat back and peeled away his waistcoat and blouse, exposing the expanse of his chest to you.

Dio’s body was sculpted by the gods, lean yet toned with well-formed muscle. His trousers left him next, then his underclothes. By the time you managed to meet his gaze, Dio was looking at you, his thick cock stiff against his stomach.

"On most occasions," he stroked himself slowly, large fingers wrapped around his veiny shaft, "I would have asked you to return the favor, but you've managed to excite me all on your own. "

"Do you seek to flatter all your women?" You asked, blood rushing to your cheeks once again.

"And then some, my dear, but only those who deserve such praise." He stopped his stroking and stood above you, guiding you into a more favorable position, with your hips settled near the edge of the mattress.

He kneeled between your thighs and leaned forward till your eyes met, his throbbing member pressed against your belly.

Dio gazed upon you like a man possessed by greed, as though he wanted to own you, make you his. So you reached out to him, settling your hands against his shoulders, bracing yourself for what was to come as he kissed you.

"Relax," he told you, reaching between your bodies to line himself up against your entry. He rubbed the head against you, then the shaft, and you shivered.

It felt so good, being used to wet his cock, so good you might have finished from that alone had he not decided to push inside you.

"Dio-" you winced. It hurt, like a burning pressure deep inside. You whined and grunted as his slick length pushed you beyond a limit you never knew existed—and it wasn't even the whole of it.

"No, please," you cried out. Surely it was meant to be better than this.

"Hush now, you can take me." Dio's voice was strained as he eased himself inside of you, his breath hot and heavy as you took him inch by inch. He was holding back for you. "You want this to feel good?"

"Y-yes."

"Then relax."

You tried but with little success. But soon he was kissing you again, his lips leaving pleasurable sensations on your ear that made your entire body shudder.

"There, there, you've done well." He whispered once he could push no further. "And it seems I've drawn first blood. That's a good thing, I assure you." He mentioned, looking down at the place your bodies came together. "Shall I continue?"

'A woman's virtue is all she has, no man of good standing would wed a girl who's been sullied. There is nothing worse than a fallen woman, do you understand?'

You took a breath.

"Yes."

Dio gave you just a moment longer to adjust to the feeling of being full. And though the intensity of the pressure lessened, you still held him close as he began to move.

"You feel divine… just as a virgin should. " Dio praised, rearing back and forth at an easy pace. His girthy member dragged across the walls of your aching cunt, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through you.

"What a good girl you are, clinging to me for comfort, so—ugh—so demure as I fuck you open—" He let out a curse. Dio rolled his hips against you and you gasped at the sharp pleasure that claimed you as your clenched around him.

Then he did it again and again, driving himself deeper every time.

"I like that," you told him, urging him on with the sweetest cries: "Don't stop," "Do that again," and "Oh yes!"

"I prefer you this way." He goads you.

"And I—I preferred you as you were before." He laughed. Dio's skin was flushed red, his pupils large as he claimed you.

A symphony of grunts and moans echoed through your rented chamber. The walls were thin but that no longer seemed to matter as he speared himself into you. Your labored breaths rose and fell in pace with your lover's thrusting. The bed whined and shook beneath you, moving with the weight of your passion. And soon, pleasure came and went like the tides, ebbing the pain away. That same warm dreamy feeling returned to you, settling in the pit of your stomach and building much faster than before.

"You're so tight—so perfect. "

He grabbed you by the hips and brought you forward, helping you meet his every thrust.

He called your name.

"You were made for me weren't you?"

"Yes!"

"That's what you want, isn't it? For... me to take you every night?"

"Yes!"

"Then you're mine."

"Yes!"

You hardly registered the words he said, hardly realized how loud you moaned his name as he pulled that sweet, primordial pleasure from your body.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Little by little, his strokes became rougher, quicker, and more demanding. Your eyes were shut, but you could feel him staring.

In and out, in and out...he set into a frenzied, desperate pace. Soon, Dio doubled over, pressing his face into the side of your neck as his cock pulsed and throbbed within you. He was close to the end.

in and out, in and out...Dio's breath grew ragged and he pushed inside you with a final shaky thrust. His groan was deep and throaty, and you could feel his body shake as he filled you with his seed.

A strange new pleasure bubbled up inside you, warming your body like a spring. You've never known this feeling, the feeling of being full.

And so you laid together in silence, nothing but heavy breaths and a sweaty pile of tangled limbs.

"How utterly careless of me," he broke the silence, lips still flush against your skin. "You simply felt so good, I could hardly control myself. You don't mind, do you? I'm sure nothing will come of it."

Nothing will come of it? Surely he wasn't referring to—

"I can't fall pregnant," you spoke without breath. "Not the very first time." Isn't that how it worked?

He didn't move. Dio remained in that position for a few moments longer before lifting off you. And when he pulled out, the excess of his finish spilled from you as well.

"It's as I said, nothing will come of it— don't look at me that way, as though you'll cry...there's a medicine woman in London, I will have something prepared to ensure you aren’t cursed with my child." He rolled his eyes.

Dio stood, snatched a folded sheet from the closet, and shook it out.

"Though you should thank me for the opportunity, I'll be sure to use a contraceptive next time."

“Next time? You’re... you're rather presumptuous, aren't you?” You tried to frown, tried to return to form, but you found you were far too happy.

“You still have much to learn; what better teacher to have than me?” He all but threw the sheet at your face and instructed you to change them, saying he refused to lay down in filth and that it was your mess anyway.

You scoffed but made a mental note of the sick satisfaction that shone in his eyes when he saw the red stain of blood amongst the other fluids.

"I pity the man you vow yourself to, having been denied such a gift."

You rolled your eyes and turned denying him the chance to see the blush that darkened the apples of your cheeks. You stripped the sheets in silence.

"I suppose it doesn't matter. You're free to be mine for as long as you wish to be." You were shocked to see Dio move the pillows, making it so you could place the new sheets on the bed.

You wanted to ask if that meant he was yours too, but you feared knowing the answer.

Dio took the sullied sheets without a word, tugging them from your grasp. You reached down for your chemise but he ushered you back to bed.

"Leave it. Sit down."

You didn't expect Dio to help you wipe your legs with the soiled sheet or be the type that wanted to hold you, but he did. After tossing the sheet into a corner, Dio stretched across the bed, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting at your side as you curled beneath the blanket.

Predictably, Dio began talking, speaking this time of ambition and all his future plans.

"Perhaps I'll let you be my secretary," he smirked, and it was your time to laugh then, letting out a deep and throaty chuckle. Because Dio didn’t see you as a girl who's been sullied, as a woman who committed a sin. No. When you looked into Dio’s eyes you saw desire there, a hunger with no end.

"I suppose I'll consider it." You told him, content to lay your head against his chest.

He would never marry you, you knew that, but he’d find a way to keep you at his side.

No matter what it cost you...

#dio brando #dio x reader #I just wanted to have an excuse to post now that I've put the whole main story on here

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marvisions · 1 year

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marvel comics has gotten to a point where they're self-aware that they keep dragging Ororo out of her communities w/ other black people to go deal with white x-men's bullshits and i'm left to wonder. would it be better if her story had nothing to do w/ them at all. if she had always been her own solo hero.

wouldn't it be much more fun to read a story of a living goddess going out to try to make the best not only for her people, but for other black people around the world? T'Challa and Sam get to be solo heroes and heroes for black people, Ororo deserved that too, and so did black girl fans. I want to see that scene of small black kids wanting to be like her and little black girls dressing up as her for halloween, I want her to have her own supporting cast and mythos like her DC equivalent, Diana. But I guess I expect too much of the company that would only hire black women for the first time in the late 2010s.

#marvel #marvel comics #storm #ororo munroe #x-men #xmen #xmen comics #tempestade #black girl nerds #“i saw the previews for immortal x-men and sighed so hard.”#they have this MASSIVE iconic character that they keep shoving to the side as a support character for white people #ENOUGH

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thecrystalquill · 2 years

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Lux ~ Part Three

Peter Parker x Santana!Reader - Diablo’s Daughter

Marvel/DC crossover

A/N: It’s part three!! A little shorter than i would’ve liked but i got stuck and couldn’t figure out how to write the rest that i had in mind...

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Part Three ~ Paint It Black

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The Rolling Stones blasted through her earphones, drowning out any thoughts that dared to leak through as (Y/N) walked the streets of New York. She paid no mind to people passing her, focussed solely on Mick Jagger’s voice until she finally made it to her destination. Four large windows decorated the front, Santana Studio displayed in bold red and orange on the glass. She stared for a moment, then made her way in, the bell chiming as she opened the door.

Immediately she felt at ease. It was a decent sized room, bright lights illuminated every corner, boxing posters and neon signs on the walls, and the sounds of classic rock and punching echoed around. Two women were boxing in the ring at the centre-back of the room, and a few men were using various training equipment set about. Tearing out her earphones, (Y/N) went behind the front desk to tuck her backpack under the desk, checking on a few things while she was there.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) looked up to be greeted by a middle-aged man in a white tank top, leaning on the counter with a bottle of water in hand. “Hey, Phil,” she replied, giving him a smile; the same one she’d been faking all day.

Phil was one of her favourite people. He was tall and muscular in appearance, his dark skin was always well moisturised, and he had the kindest eyes. He was ex-military too, a nurse at a base at the other side of the world or something, and now spent most of his days between the gym and working at local charities, usually providing medical care for people who couldn’t afford it. She couldn’t care less about the Avengers – Phil was a real hero.

“School go okay?” He asked, getting out some gauze from a shelf behind her. Phil was also one of her Dad’s only friends.

Tying back her hair, (Y/N) nodded to him. “About as okay as usual.”

Without having to ask, Phil took her hand and began wrapping the gauze tight around it, tying it safe. After both hands were given their base armour, (Y/N) grabbed her gloves and started to stretch a little, hoping to relieve some of the stress of the day. “So,” she began, removing her sweater to reveal her loose black T-shirt, “where is he?”

Phil sighed deeply, tilting his head to the far corner. There, just past the ring, was her father, beating the hell out of a heavy punching bag like he wanted to hit it through the brick wall behind. “He’s been there a while,” he said in a heavy tone, handing her a chilled water.

She gratefully accepted, putting on her gloves and securing the Velcro at the wrist.

On an average day, Chato was calm and level-headed, albeit with the melancholy tones that never went away, he was usually so peaceful; but on days like this, when that peace was so awfully shaken, he was a flurry of emotions, and no one dared approach him – except, of course, his dear daughter.

As she approached, (Y/N) could see the effect the day had had on him. Sweat dripped down his face and body, the muscles in his arms already looking over-worked, but the exhaustion allowed her to see the bare emotions he was feeling: guilt, pain, anger, and grief.

It hurt to see him like this.

“Dad,” she voiced, quickly grabbing his attention.

For a second, there was a fire in his eyes, which quickly went out as he came back in the moment. She could feel the heat radiating from him from six feet away. “(Y/N)…” he said, his voice sounding gruff and unused, “four-thirty already?”

“Yep.” She said, handing him the water as she stepped closer, giving him a hug and doing her best to ignore the moisture on his skin. She wasn’t about to ask how long he’d been punching, by her guess it was far longer than she’d like. “My turn?” She asked instead, pulling away and taking a stance in front of the bag.

Wordlessly, Chato took a hold of the bag, keeping it still – not that it would take much effort; it was a heavy piece of equipment and she was too small to cause it any damage. He watched as she swung at it, punching right and left, up and down, in a pattern she’d learnt years ago. “You get here okay?”

(Y/N) nodded as she swung again, harder this time, followed by an uppercut. “Fine. No problems.”

Conversations were sparse on days like this, when neither knew what to say, both too in their own head to communicate.

“I got an A on that assignment from last week,” she said, throwing her knee up to hit the bag, “the one on Lord of the Flies.”

“Yeah? That’s real good, Mija.” He praised, focusing on the power in her movements and stance simultaneously, commenting on her footwork.

The cake was a little small, the left half was decorated a soft orange, and the right a hazy purple; each side displaying letters in the opposite colour – Alex and Maya. Taking a lighter, (Y/N) lit the candles, one and eight. A painful reminder of the years lost.

They watched the candles melt and drip down onto the icing, sitting in heavy silence until they burnt out into nothing more than two gooey puddles. “Happy birthday.” Chato mumbled, taking the knife and cutting five slices.

“Happy birthday,” (Y/N) repeated, taking the paper plate handed to her.

The two of them sat in their small apartment, five plates of cake set around the table, three chairs empty. The sweet flavours of the cake would have been satisfying, but it only left a bitter feeling in their mouths. How could they possibly enjoy it without the people it was meant for?

(Y/N) often wondered what life would be like if that awful night never happened. Would they be going to college right now? Would she get along with them? Would their mom have been able to accept (Y/N) as a part of the family? Would (Y/N) even be around? Would her dad still be a Gotham criminal with a power complex?

She wished she knew them. She wished they were alive more than anything. She imagined how they would tease each other, get into fights, steal each other’s stuff, get into trouble, all the things siblings did. She imagined their mom, Grace, making them all dinner and treating (Y/N) like one of her own. (Y/N) remembered so little of her mother, she could only vaguely remember her face, but the photo of Chato’s deceased family was always safe in his wallet, and Grace felt more familiar in her mind than Elizabeth.

When their slices were gone and the remaining cake was thrown away, they sat on their sofa and processed. It was their annual event, cake and deep thinking, rarely disturbing the sadness in the air. Most people would ignore the feeling, try to lighten the mood – but for them, ignoring it wasn’t an option; the grief was meant to be felt.

How could they ever forget?

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