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[maximotts]

(Love your content, this is a tech issue, could just be with my computer, but nevertheless) Trying to access your masterlist, your side bar with the Wanda gif is covering your posts, namely to the point where I cannot click on anything that's being covered. Again, could just be my computer, but I figured I should bring your attention to it.

Yea if your screen is too small that’ll happen apparently! If you zoom out in your browser, that should fix it 💖

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Seven (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: Life is never simple

Warnings: Violence, smut

A/N: Howdy.

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-X-

Door slamming open as two drunken bodies slammed into it, you giggled wildly as Wanda blindly slapped it closed, her mouth never leaving yours. One hand tangled in your hair, she walked you back towards the rented bed before shoving you onto it with a vigor you hadn’t expected, but surely welcomed. Staring up at the glorious sight, brunette locks cascaded around her face as she yanked off her vest and undershirt and for a moment as they fell away, she stopped being a feared captain of the seas.

Now, she was simply your Wanda.

She was tipsy, the crew having celebrated the latest victory against the empire in some obscure tavern the moment you’d reached a port, but her movements were so fervent and desperate that it only served to sober you. Reminding you that the life you chose was worth it. All the moments of glory meant nothing. All that mattered was her – and this.

She wanted you and by the gods, you wanted her more than you’d ever wanted anything else.

You’d invited Natasha to join you, tempting the other captain with a playful bat of your eyes and crook of your fingers, but she’d waved you off with a knowing grin. She often spent time with you both individually and together but it wasn’t often that you bedded Wanda alone and she knew you needed that time as much as she did.

Besides, she’d bet Yelena far too much gold that she could outdrink the young pirate to back out now.

Tossing your own clothes aside, harsh fingers found purchase on sun-kissed hips as Wanda straddled your waist, her hair a soft curtain around your faces as her lips reunited with yours once more. Swallowing her wanton moan, your grip tightened until you were fairly positive she’d have your finger prints sprawled across her skin long after they were gone. Tasting the liquor on her tongue and the desire on her mouth, you were quick to swap positions, pinning the feared pirate leader to the bed. The fierce warrior on the battlefield was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a desperate woman who needed to be touched – used – like a…

“My, my, aren’t you a pretty whore,” you cooed teasingly, gripping her throat in a confident grip, the pressure firm but comforting. “Humping me like a mongrel in heat. Shameful. I bet you would’ve let me fuck you in front of the entire crew if I’d asked. Bent over the barkeep’s table while Natasha and I took turns unraveling you.”

A choked whine escaped kiss-swollen lips as Wanda’s hips lifted urgently, grinding against nothing.

Smiling mercilessly, you dragged your teeth across her shoulder, her chest, leaving bruises and bites in your wake, before skipping over straining, pert nipples. Tongue tracing over the lines of her stomach, dipping into the divots of her hips.

It felt delicious but you were driving her mad, ignoring the places she wanted you.

Your hands fell to her sides, keeping the squirming pirate’s lower half immobile on the mattress. You took the time to explore, nibbling along prominent hipbones before finally inching your mouth closer to her dripping core. The smell was intoxicating and the memory of her taste left you frantic, drawing you in like a moth to flame.

Like a pirate to gold, you smirked.

At the first flick of your tongue, Wanda nearly bawled in relief as you began to suckle and tease her aching clit. Hot and wet and persistent, she couldn’t tell what was lip or tongue or fingers as you tortured her in the best possible way. It was overwhelming and too much but also not enough? She didn’t know up from down or what day it was but she knew that if you stopped now, she’d cry.

Walls fluttered around your digits as you continued to thrust into the mewling brunette, her need painting your mouth as she grinded into the sensations you were pulling throughout her body. Every nerve was alight, every inch of her glistening in sweat as she chased her release.

One thrust.

“Oh gods, don’t stop.”

Thrust.

“Please, I’m so fucking close.”

Thrust, thrust, suck.

“Please, please, please, please!”

The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave. A storm out at sea. She could swear she saw the gods and goddesses above. Everything was light and sound and taste before darkness. Before her bones disappeared and she became nothing more than pleasure within her own skin.

Dropping boneless onto the mattress, her cheeks flushed and heart pounding in her ears, Wanda smiled serenely up at the ceiling, hips jumping with every lick as you cleaned up the nectar you craved. There was something about her – and Natasha – that drove you to the brink of insanity and back, a constant craving sitting in your belly as you wished for a moment alone with them.

-X-

Stumbling down into the bar the next morning, wincing as the sunlight only served to further the pounding in your skull, you signaled the barkeep for breakfast as your head fell upon the sticky, wooden surface of an empty table. You had no idea how long it took for food to arrive, a glass of mead slamming down beside it, but the smell both hungered and disgusted you. Wanting to be ill but starving, hunger won out as you wolfed down the presented meal.

Forcing the last bite, you glanced up to study the dining area. You were the only member of your crew who’d ventured down for breakfast, but other patrons and denizens milled about, some just as hung over as you while others looked refreshed and cheery. What caught your eye though, was a familiar face in an unfamiliar place.

“Rumlow,” you mumbled, shoving your plate away.

He was glaring at you, sunlight glinting off the pistol he had pointed in your direction. It was subtly resting atop the table – like it had always been there – in a way that most would overlook it, but not you. Glancing down, you considered your options. Flipping the table over would only trigger a fight you were ill-equipped for and if you had to wager, there were others in this tavern who were likely working with him.

Outnumbered and outgunned, you sneered internally, cursing yourself for only adorning your dagger this morning.

He nodded towards the door, thumb falling to the hammer of his pistol when you refused to move. You watched his eyes flicker towards another gentleman near the stairs, a silent signal that left a ball of lead tumbling into the pit of your stomach. Natasha and Wanda had been passed out when you’d snuck out of bed, the liquor heavy in their veins. If he found them…

Choking back your rising panic, you stood up from your chair hastily and began walking to the door, thoughts racing. There was no way you could get to them without some measure of resistance and there was no easy, fool-proof way to stop Rumlow that wouldn’t cost a handful of people their lives.

The stale, salty air stung your eyes as you stepped into the daylight, squinting against the harsh sun. It was still early, the lack of travelers evident as you slowly inched away from the door and towards the side of the tavern. It’d be nearly impossible to determine which room had been yours, your memories hazy with lust and liquor, but almost every room had been seized by a member of the crew. Hurriedly grasping a few rocks in your hand, you spun as the door swung open and you came.

“My, my, being a pirate sure has done wonders for you,” Rumlow leered as he took you in, dragging his tongue along his teeth in a way that left you shuddering with revulsion. “Be a good pet and come quietly. There’s no need for bloodshed. You’ve had your fun; now I want my wife.”

Counting his paces silently, you waited until he was only three steps away before spitting in his face with righteous indignation and disgust. He sputtered in surprise, haphazardly wiping the spittle from his flesh - and offering you an opening. Spinning to look at a window, you launched the handful of rocks at the nearest windows, watching with gratitude as the stones smashed through the glass, skittering across the wooden floor of the inn. The patron – or patrons, depending – scuttled about, startled by the sudden intrusion as you heard them scurrying towards the window.

Rough hands gripped your arms, demanding your attention as a fist slammed into your cheek from the opposite direction. Head snapping back, you blearily glanced up at the windows and caught sight of Yelena’s blonde locks and furious eyes staring back at you from the newfound gaps in the glass. The butt of his pistol met your temple, knocking you almost unconscious within his grasp, though you tried squirming from his grip even as numbness began to cloud your mind.

“You will be my wife,” he snarled, another man latching onto your other side as they began dragging you away. “And your whores will pay for what they’ve done. They’ve made enemies of the most powerful men in the world. No shore will have them and the sea will only remember their blood as it washes away.”

“Help… them…” you croaked out, blatantly ignoring Rumlow.

You smiled, blood clinging to your teeth, as understanding flooded Yelena’s eyes and she disappeared from sight.

Twisting your head to glance at Rumlow, you smirked defiantly despite the overwhelming ache in your skull. Blood was trickling from your head, smearing across your cheek, but you didn’t care.

“You will not survive this,” you chuckled wearily, studying the twitch in his jaw and the vein on his forehead. “They will kill you all. Rip your men apart with their bare hands. Their teeth. Leave nothing behind, even for the sharks. And I’ll be the one to raise your head onto a pike when it’s all over. I wouldn’t be your wife even if you were the last viable human to walk the lands. Always such a disgrace.”

He grunted to his men, nodding towards the inn, but you knew it was too late. Everyone and their brother would be awake now.

Yelena had that effect on people.

“No piece of you is worthy of the title human, let alone husband.”

Slumping in his arms, you begrudgingly accepted fate as darkness flickered around your gaze before swallowing you into its cold embrace.

Oh, what a pirate’s life for me.

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[miscfandomwrites]

A/n: Again, please keep in mind this is a repost from my dead account miscmarvelwritings.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warning: Language (duh), violence, field surgery, threats / mentions of death

Words: 1,044

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

~

“It is good that you are not dead, if so, it would be a waste of time and materials…” The man told us, still circling us like a hawk about to dive onto his prey. 

He still looked familiar, and I could tell Barnes was stiff besides me, unsure of what to do. 

Before I could even blink, Barnes threw a knife right at the head of the strange man. With the amount of force and how accurate he is, it would’ve been enough to kill, if not, mortally injure someone. 

Yet all it did was pass through the stranger. 

The stranger laughed, then disappeared completely, his laugh still echoing around the room like some creepy horror film. 

I went to turn to Barnes to ask about him, but I couldn’t move. I tried lifting a hand, and I couldn’t. It felt like I was stuck in concrete, my body solidified, and  any movements, no matter how small, couldn’t free me. 

Barnes turned to me and had his mouth open as if he was going to ask me something before he noticed how stiff I was standing. He stood in front of me, the panic evident in my eyes. He turned on his com and asked for Bruce. 

“She’s frozen, she still has the implant in her.” 

“Even if you are no longer controlled by Hydra, your bodies will still be useful to me.” The stranger’s laughing voice echoed through the room before the lights flickered out.

~

“Guys, there’s an issue.” Tony said in a voice over the comms that was so calm it was evident that something was deeply, seriously wrong. 

“Is it the fact that (Y/N) is frozen, the lights shut off, or the fact that the power is completely shut off and we are all separated?” Barnes replied smoothly, trying not to freak Tony out even more.

“There’s a bomb.”

~

“Okay, do you feel the small lump on the back of her neck? It should be around the scalp, and feel like a tictac.” Bruce started instructing Barnes, trying his hardest to make sure he got the visual so I wouldn’t get hurt more than necessary to get the implant out.

“What the fuck is a tictac?”

“Nevermind, just feel for a lump.”

“I’m not finding a- nevermind, I found it.” 

“Okay, okay, you’re going to need to carefully cut it out. Very carefully, the area is going to be around the brainstem and the last thing we need is another injured team member.”

“Shut up and let me concentrate.”

I feel a sharp pain on the back of my neck, and I try to breathe through it. I can feel the blood seeping out of the wound, and James trying to cut the implant out. I didn’t even know I had one - I thought it was just a small knob or skin or something, not this.

Finally, I hear him breathe a sigh of relief and feel my body start to fall. 

“Fuck-” he started as he caught me, carefully helping me to the floor so I could rest. He tugged my head on his lap, forcing me to face-plant onto his thigh so he could reach his medkit and patch up the cut. 

“I thought you knew about this, cectpa” (sister) he whispered as he wrapped gauze around my neck. 

“I didn’t, I thought it was just a knot or something….not that.”

“Regardless, it’s out now. I will however be having a strong talk with the medical personnel and Fury about this, you have obviously not been thoroughly checked.”

“Kinda my fault if I’m honest…I didn’t really let anyone touch me when I first got here.” 

“I know, mama bear.” 

~

“Okay, I’ve tried and I can’t figure out how to either destroy or deactivate this bomb. I don’t know what to do, which is a first.” Tony’s only slightly panicked voice came through the comms.

“How much time is left on the timer?” Barnes asked, helping me up and to steady my feet.

“Fifteen minutes.” 

“Alright.”

Suddenly, Steve’s voice rang loudly through the comms. 

“Everyone has fifteen minutes until this entire thing goes up in flames, I suggest we start finding a way to get the hell out of here.”

~

Supported by Barnes, I staggered my way to the ship, my muscles tight from standing in the same position for such a long period of time. 

“I can’t believe you still call me Barnes. Or James. I told you to call me Bucky, and yet here you are.”

“So? I prefer it.”

“I don’t and it sounds weird coming from you.”

“But you know it’s me when I call you it.”

“....fair point. At least Lillith calls me Uncle Bucky.”

“Which is absolutely fucking adorable, by the way.”

We grinned as we finally got out of the building, heading towards the quinjet. 

We got on, only to be greeted by the sight of Natasha wrapping duct tape around the mouth of a hydra official who was currently hog-tied and on the ground. 

“Alright then, I’d say I was surprised but I’m honestly not.” I said as we paused at the doorway, taking in the man who currently held little, if not no, dignity.

We caught each other up on what happened as the final preparations were made to take off, checking everyone and all the gear, with five minutes still left of the timer. 

The quinjet started off and I barely noticed in time that Natasha had lept off the fucking plane and started running towards the building. 

“NATASHA!” Both Barnes and I shouted at the same time, I forced my way towards the back of the plane, staring at the ground as we hovered, waiting for her. 

The funny thing about some of these older-model quinjets is that the lift gets stuck sometimes, and won’t fully close all the way. 

I grabbed Jame’s shoulder as he grabbed a pack and I slammed into him, stopping him and taking it from him, stopping him in his tracks.

“I don’t care that this is reckless. I’m going after her, Barnes. And I need you to promise me that whatever happens, you will take care of my daughter.”

“I promise, сестра” (sister)

“Good. I'll see you on the other side, брат. (brother)

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[marvels-writings]

Holding it All in

Carol Danvers Masterlist

Requested by Anon: number 12 from the fluff prompt? with carolll please? i think that idea is adorable 😭

12: “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know?"

Word Count: 433 (short and fluffy/angsty)

A/N: My first fic in a while, ayy it’s helping me get into practice to finish WIP’s and all, hope y’all like it

The door slammed shut behind her, loud footsteps echoing down the hall, she huffed before shutting the bedroom door behind her. A frown quickly covered your face, you called out for her, hoping for a reply but expecting none. With a sigh, you turned down the heat on the stovetop and stopped the music playing from your phone.

You'd hoped that a home-cooked meal after a mission would help calm her down; it seemed you might need to do more than that. Wiping your hands on your apron, you made your way outside the bedroom door. Your knuckles rapped the worn wood on the door.

Silence followed the sound. You checked the door handle, finding it open rather than locked. It wouldn't have surprised you if she'd chosen to shut you out, If anything, it worried you more that she didn't. The handle twisted open with the echoing creak of the hinges.

The curtains had been pulled shut, the covers on the bed were made neatly, the edges folded in perfectly. Carol perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes locked onto the floor in front of her. Your footfalls were quiet as you approached her, trying not to startle her.

She jumped when your hand touched her shoulder, her eyes frantic when they met yours. Recognition flashed through her quickly, she scooted away from your touch, starting to fidget with her fingers. A mumble escaped her about wanting to be alone.

If she'd wanted to be alone, she would have locked the door.

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know?" You said softly, moving closer to her. Her breathing hitched, she eyed you warily but didn't move away.

Your hand reached towards hers, your fingers gently intertwining with hers, her shoulders shook with the weight of the world. Her free hand reached towards you, hesitantly backing away. You caught her wrist, pulling her closer to you. Tears dripped from her eyes onto your neck.

Cries wrenched their way from her throat, sobs broke free from her chest, her heartbreaking into a thousand pieces. Her eyes were shut tight, not wanting to see the disgusted look on your face as she cried into you. But you held her gently, with more softness than she could have ever imagined.

Your hands soothed along her back, comforting words murmured into her ear, your arms holding her close to you. She never understood why you'd always be there to ease the weight of the world, to pick up the pieces of her heart, to love her. You always were, she could never be more thankful.

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Eight (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: You've been taken, now he's being hunted.

Warnings: Violence. Lots of violence.

A/N: I haven't died. I swear. I'm... hopefully gonna have more stuff soonish.

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Lingering between consciousness and slumber, Natasha’s arm tightened around the lithe waist of the woman tucked against her chest, dragging her closer into the embrace as she breathed in the earthy, addicting scent of Wanda. Her fingers flexed outward in search of the other woman often curled around the brunette’s back but found no warmth to satisfy her quest. She grunted in displeasure, both from the lack of you and the dull sounds of the world waking outside the four walls of their temporary bedroom.

Drifting deeper into the land of dreams, she was almost asleep once until the jarring sound of a sudden, sharp yell sent her upright. Wanda yelped in surprise, nearly toppling off the bed before Natasha’s strong hand caught her upper arm.

“Natasha!” Yelena’s voice was clear among ruckus, the familiar twang of metal meeting filling what should be silence.

On her feet in an instant, she was swift to find her discarded sword before charging out the door with a half-dressed, disoriented Wanda close behind, her own weapon in hand. Rushing at Yelena’s assailant as she barreled out of the room, she jammed her blade through his side with practiced simplicity before shoving his soon-to-be-lifeless body to the floor.

“What the fuck has happened?” she demanded, peering at her crew fighting with familiarly dressed men throughout the hall.

 Maria’s attacker was already on his knees, choking on the crimson gushing from his open mouth. Kate had a man pinned to the wall, her knuckles split from the repeated motion of her knuckles meeting his face as she screamed at him with a ferocity that would have normally made Yelena swoon, if the situation were any different. She was young but fierce, a trait that often left the blonde drooling (much to Natasha’s amusement).

But you were nowhere to be found – and that didn’t sit well with her.

“Rumlow. He’s kidnapped (Y/N),” Yelena grunted, driving her sword through another man as he stumbled past her. “She threw a rock through my window. Woke me before his men began their siege on the inn. She left us enough time to stop a massacre, but I could not stop him from taking her. She was fighting him when I last saw her but I lost her in the attack. I am so sorry, captain.”

For a moment, the world narrowed into a darkened tunnel, blood roaring in her ears. You were taken. You were taken and they hadn’t been able to stop them.

With a furious, guttural scream that could’ve terrified the bravest of people, Natasha stormed over to the man locked in battle with Darci and slammed him into the wall. Startled by the sudden movement, his hand smacked off the wall and his sword skidded across the floor away from him as it tumbled from his grasp. His throat bobbed nervously as the tip of her blade dug in just below his chin, the rage in her eyes chilling him to the bone.

“Where is he taking her?” she snarled, watching emotionlessly as blood trickled onto her blade.

“W-we were told to k-kill you all and meet him at the ship! If we did not return, he will set sail for Cape Cod. To wed Lady (Y/N).”  The man’s cheeks were flush with fear, tears sliding over heated flesh and the front of his breeches darkening pathetically.

Lip curled in disgust, she dispatched the man with a flourish, never breaking eye contact even as his head fell away from his shoulders. Turning as his lifeless body slumped to the floor, she returned to her partner and right-hand with determination in her gait.

“We must dress and see if those on our boat still live. We have to stop Rumlow before he reaches Governor Pierce and Cape Cod, lest we…” she trailed off.

Despite the fire in her gaze, Wanda could see worry and panic peeking through. She was certain there was a similar concern mirrored in hers. If they could not get to you before he made landfall, would you be lost to them forever?

-X-

Fidgeting with the iron cuffs locked uncomfortably around your wrists, you growled as the tension in the chains endured. You’d been unconscious when they’d tossed the metal upon you and there was little means of escaping from them. It didn’t help that were confined in the belly of the ship, tucked in a dark space, with no means of finding a way to extract yourself from them. You’d initially been given a bed in the Captain’s Quarters, but you’d been thrown into the belly so you wouldn’t “cause the captain anymore problems”.

(It wasn’t your fault he was not fast enough to stop your teeth from sinking into the side of his hand after he dared to caress your cheek. Clearly he needed practice in moving quicker.)

The hatch above your head slowly creaked open, a shadowed face peering down at you. Darkness danced along his features, but you could vaguely make out the outline of the man serving as Rumlow’s right-hand, Helmut Zemo.

Truly the epitome of young and dumb.

“Are you alright, miss?” he awkwardly squeaked, his smile curled in an almost unnatural way.

Snorting, you narrowed your eyes into unimpressed slits. “I’m trapped in the belly of this bloody ship after being kidnapped, with no food or water or warmth, in the dark and wearing chains. What do you think?”

His cheeks grew ruddy under the contemptuous venom in your words, eyes flickering over his shoulder for a moment.

"Ah, apologies. That was a stupid question." Smiling uncomfortably, he opened the hatch a little more. "Would some fresh air help? Maybe some rations? It's not much but I don't feel right letting you starve to death down here."

Kidnapping and holding me hostage is fine, killing my family is fine, but letting me starve bothers him?

Resisting the urge to let your eyes roll back into your skull, you forced a meek smile at him. "That would be lovely, sir."

Perking up at your sudden compliance, he slowly ushered you up the rickety ladder before leading you out onto the deck of the ship. Keen eyes were studious and discrete as you looked upon the frothy waters but you saw no sign of your ship. For a split second, you wondered if they would abandon you, leave you to this fate - or worse, if they were icy corpses back in some dingy inn - but you shook away that thought. You were not helpless. If they did not come, you'd save yourself and spend your life searching for answers or revenge.

Whatever may come.

-X-

The first time he allowed you onto the deck, the crew had watched you with wary scrutiny. So you kept your wits, eating and drinking what you could to the best of your abilities. You would keep your cards close to your chest, watching the waters in hopes of seeing the flying colors you’d come to love on the horizon. And after a few days of being let topside, the scrutiny faded. Even Rumlow would hover less, choosing to stare at you from a distance, his face a mixture of disgust and longing. He clearly hated you for the choices you’d made – choosing those harlot pirates over a dignified man like himself - but that boyhood obsession of his still remained, burning in spite of his revulsion.

On your seventh day of being allowed to drink in the fresh air, Zemo carefully unlocked the metal from your wrists, wincing at the raw flesh beneath. "You are expected to wear these in the evening, lest you be tempted to overtake the ship, but Captain Rumlow believes you will not lash out during the day."

Delicate fingers traced over the abused skin. Glancing up at him, you demurely smiled, batting your eyes.

"Thank you. I see there is no point in being a problem, it would serve my best interests to learn more about this ship and its people. If I am expected to marry Brock, I should know you all better."

The lies poured off your tongue with ease, so honey-sweet and gentle that Zemo was oblivious to the dangers lurking beneath the surface. In his line of business, it should have learned to never trust a pretty face and yet, here he was.

To be so dumb and trusting, you mused, forcing away the smirk threatening to overtake the innocent smile.

The sun was high in the sky when you first noticed it. A tiny blip on the churning waters. It was quite a ways back, but the strength of the wind seemed to offer bursts of speed for the somewhat smaller vessel. None of Rumlow's crew seemed to pay any attention to the ship, far too arrogant to acknowledge they might not succeed, but you repeatedly peered over to it as the day crept along...

And you knew what comes next.

-X-

Tucking away the spyglass, an unnerving expression befell the redheaded pirate as she considered what to do. She could see you atop the boat, staring at her ship expectantly. As if you knew they would come.

A small piece of her wondered why you were allowed to trudge about so freely on that repulsive creature’s ship after you’d been taken, but she trusted you. 

She always had.

“Is it them?” Wanda inquired quietly, following Natasha’s eyes.

“Yes,” she murmured, gripping the hand that fell into hers, “I can see her standing on the deck. She knows we are coming.”

Wanda’s brow pinched as her lips turned down. “Do you think -”

“No.” The answer was abrupt and severe, halting wandering insecurities before they ran wild. She wanted to shake herself for ever having such a concern; she didn’t want Wanda to slip down the same path of thought. “She is a brilliant woman. I do not doubt she has played into Rumlow’s ego and pride to give herself an advantage. I believe she is simply waiting for a sign.”

Nodding, a steely resolve refined Wanda’s features. A thirst for blood and war shined treacherously in emerald irises, a sheer contrast to the sweet woman who often graced the boards of their fine ship.

 Back straightening, Natasha was transported back in time, to their early years of pirating. Watching her lover carve through pirates and imperials alike, her grace unfathomable even as she ended lives and bloodlines without a second thought. Remembered her bewitching dance of death, the vicious and beautiful intricacies of what was normally such a brutal act slowly earning her the name of Scarlet Witch, whispered across the seas in fear and awe.

And she could see herself, eyes empty and blade meticulous. Could remember killing her mentor and hearing him whisper the name, “Black Widow,” as blood spilled into her hands and onto her worn boots.

Swallowing down those memories, Natasha’s resolution became tangible and clear.

“Aim for that ship – and ram it.”

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Please keep in mind these are reposts from my old (dead) account, Miscmarvelwritings, and thus some have my tag on the photos.

A/N: Did I slightly base this off of mine and my boyfriend’s relationship? That’s a high possibility. As far as the whole ‘housewife’ thing, it’s more so the reader wouldn’t mind just taking it easy and looking after the house while working an at home job. This is boyfriend, can confirm it’s based on us considering I had to help her write it XD

Pairing: Thor x F! Reader Smut

Warnings: Primal kink, breeding kink, basically filthy smut, language (when isn’t there), my attempt at writing smut after a couple months, reader is a sarcastic little shit, Dom / Sub dynamic, daddy kink, somno kink, Slight bit of CNC

Words: 5.6k 

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“FUCK!” I snapped as the plate slipped from my fingers and fell on the ground, shattering. Just my luck, it was one of our nice ones. 

Bending down to pick up the pieces, carefully collecting them and throwing them away and grabbing the dustpan and broom, getting the rest of the shards discarded, I realized that I had accidentally nicked my hand. 

“Of course, (F/N), drop a plate and clean it up with your hands. You’re definitely not going to nick yourself.” I muttered to myself as I went to the bathroom and grabbed the medkit, carefully washing off the blood and checking to see if there were any glass shards in the cut before wrapping a bandage on it. Once that was done and I tossed the bloody tissues out, I headed back to the kitchen to finish making dinner. 

Thor had specifically asked for some sort of pasta dish when he returned from the two month mission that he was forced to go on with the team, and I definitely obliged. I had garlic bread baking in the oven as well as the pasta sauce simmering on the stove, the noodles just needed to be boiled and all I was waiting for was for him to get home so everything was fresh. 

He should be getting back anytime now… I thought to myself, before remembering I was still in my pajamas from the morning. I’d been cleaning most of the day so I headed to our bedroom and freshened up, changing into fresh clothes, a simple blue and white sundress and decided to not wear anything underneath. 

Padding back into the kitchen just in time for the door to swing open and Thor to come inside the house, a backpack on one shoulder and him holding a duffle bag in his other arm. 

We both stopped, taking a second to realize “yep, that’s my person” before he dropped his bags and ran to me, picking me up and spinning me around, holding me close to him. 

“I missed you, little mouse.” He whispered as he gently set me down, careful of the height difference. 

“I missed you too, Thor.” I whispered back as I gently held his face and kissed him. A kiss that held two months of missing the domestic bliss of living together and being in each other’s presence. 

Pulling away, resting each other's foreheads together. “Dinner is almost ready, you should go shower.” I told him, the smell of diesel and dirt clinging to him. Along with his normal scent of slight rain and more of an earthy, ground smell. 

“I don’t need a shower, I'll drop off my stuff and start a load of laundry though.” he replied, pulling away almost reluctantly as he went and grabbed his stuff and headed back to our room.

I made my way back to the kitchen, turning up the heat so the pot of water would start boiling, and adding the ricotta cheese to the sauce, along with some more seasoning. Once the water started boiling, I grabbed the fettuccine pasta and pulled out the contents of the entire box, mindful that I was living with a god, and he definitely ate like one….in more ways than that. 

I heard his footsteps before he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck, gently kissing it as he murmured I love you which I happily replied the same to. 

Finishing up the pasta, I went to grab it and drain it through the strainer that I’d placed in the sink, but he carefully took the pot and did it himself as I turned off the stove and oven, taking the garlic bread out and setting on top of the stove, unwrapping the tinfoil and letting it cool. 

I watched as he grabbed a tupperware and poured the noodles in it, bringing it over to me and then going to grab another for the sauce. It’s a lot easier sometimes to just serve from the tupperware when it’s freshly cooked so all we have to do is leave it out lightly covered for about an hour to let it cool before we can put it in the refrigerator. 

He poured the sauce in as I took the garlic bread off the tray and set it on the counter, taking a few pieces and putting them on the plates, him serving up my plate first than his, then grabbing them and taking them to the table. I lightly put the lids on the containers, then took the pot and the rest of the things I used to cook with in the sink and started to wash them, setting them in the dishwasher. I was almost done before a hand reached around me and turned off the faucet.

“Hey, I was almost done with those-'' I started telling Thor off, but not before he picked me up, bridal style, and took me to the dining room, plopping me on my seat. 

“You need to eat. I know you haven’t yet.” He told me, a look of slight annoyance but mostly full of care. 

“And how exactly do you know that?” 

“Because unless you’re reminded, you tend to forget to eat.” 

I gave him a look of annoyance, and all he did was give me a pointed look before I huffed, grabbing my fork and started eating.

We caught up about the last two months, him giving me the details he could of the mission while I told him about how my job was going, as well as a few new things I did around the house. 

“Autumn is approaching, I need to go out and finish harvesting the garden and make sure the hen house is kept for the winter. Also we need to cut some more firewood, as well as just the typical prep for winter.” I explained to him. It was late September, the cold was starting to kick in more as the leaves turned their fall colors. 

He hummed in response as he finished his food, then replied “Do you need to get more stuff for your canning? I believe you mentioned that a couple months ago that you need some more things for it.” 

“Yes, I also want to get a new food dehydrator, the one we have is good for fruits and vegetables, but not very good for meat. I’d like to process the venison we have and make some jerky with it.” I said as I finished the last bite of my garlic bread. 

Both sipping our preferred drinks, I leaned back in my chair, the dress riding up my thighs a bit. 

“Did you want dessert?” I asked after a bit, trying to think of what I could make quickly. 

“I do want dessert.” 

“We have ice cream, and I think there’s an instant brownie mix in the cupboard…” I told him as I got up, about to head to the kitchen until he stood up, grabbing my arm. 

He gave me a dark look, one that I’ve seen less than a dozen times, one that told me that I should probably start running. 

“Not that kind of dessert, little mouse.” He growled. I shrunk back a bit, not necessarily out of fear, however. 

“You have a two minute head start, better start running, little mouse.” I was told. He let go of my arm and I took off, running through the back door and into the woods, heart pounding as my head raced with what he’d do to me when he caught me.

Dodging trees and bushes, jumping over downed logs and small streams, I ran as fast and as far as I could. Eventually, I needed to stop. A rather large tree was ahead of me, and I took a gamble and dove behind it, back against the tree and a hand on my mouth, silencing my heavy breathing. 

Hearing nothing except for the wind and the sound of a small creek nearby, the sun setting causing the birds to all fall silent as they fell asleep, I thought I was in the clear. Peering around the corner, I saw nothing. He must’ve gone a different way. 

A small sigh of relief, I turned around only to be facing him, a small squeak coming out as he pinned me against the tree with his body, his face going to my neck as he kissed it tenderly. 

“Seems my little mouse wasn’t as clever as she should've been. You’re in for a long night, (F/N).” he growled, nipping at my neck. 

I whimpered, moving my head so he had better access and he gladly took it, wrapping an arm around me, he pulled me until I was flush against him, feeling his very obvious excitement through his jeans. He bit harder, causing me to cry out and grip him tighter. His grip was rougher, he was biting and creating marks all along my neck, to the top of my dress. 

He paused, making me look up at him, panting, trying to catch my breath. He gave a small smile, then pushed me gently against the tree, then grabbing a thigh in each hand he wrapped my legs around his waist causing me to let out a small moan as he pressed against me. 

He pulled the straps of my dress down, getting frustrated when they got caught and he ripped it a bit, a gasp leaving me as I felt the fabric rip away from me. Instantly his mouth was on mine, a hungry kiss filled with need built up over the last two months. 

Partially breaking the kiss, I pouted a bit “I liked that dress…” 

A dark chuckle, and suddenly the rest of the dress was ripped away, dropping to the forest floor. “You can buy a new one.”

He growled upon noticing I wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress, kissing down my shoulders as he lifted me up a bit more, enough to where he could brace me against the tree with his body and leave his hands free.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He murmured, kissing on my neck, his hands traveling down my body and to my center, a breathy whimper as I felt his calloused hands travel my sides quickly turned to a needy whine as his hands hovered mere inches from where I needed them most. I could feel the heat radiating from his godly body. The hunger in his eyes staring into my soul as if he could read my every thought of how I wanted him to ruin me on the spot. 

“P-please…” A cocky smirk flashed onto his face as he gripped my thighs harder upon hearing my shaky voice. 

“Please what, Little Mouse? Gotta say it properly.”

“...wanna be touched…” I hazily replied, head foggy and all I could think about was him touching me.

“Oh you do? I don’t hear any begging Darling” He teased as his fingertips trailed the inside of my thighs, careful not to get too close to my center.

A needy whine escapes me as I subconsciously try rocking my hips. Something that didn’t pass his notice. He presses his body harder against me, the bark of the tree scratching my bare back. A light moan escapes my lips at the subtle pain.

A deep, guttural growl rumbles in his chest at my noise, his eyes growing impossibly darker. He flexes his fingers into the soft skin of my thighs as his impatience grows

I quietly sighed, leaning my head back against the tree. In a soft, almost pouty voice, “wanna be touched,..need your touch…” 

A dark chuckle sounds through the forest as he trails his fingers up my thigh and through my folds, causing me to whine and press against the tree more, not caring about anything else than him touching me. 

“So wet Little Mouse, must have missed me huh?” he teased as his fingers continually refused to enter my drenched hole, circling on my inner thighs and through my folds, avoiding both my clit and entrance.

“Mnn, mhm, missed you ‘lots..” I quietly whispered, gripping his arms tighter as he circled closer, only to whine in disappointment when he pulled away from where I needed him the most. 

“And have you been a good mouse? No touching or playing without me?” 

Whimpering, not giving him a clear answer, 

His lips grazed my neck, softly kissing it. “If you tell me the truth you won’t get into as much trouble as last time, lovely…”

“...did touch…but I wasn’t able to finish without you, Daddy…” I whined softly, one hand gripping his arm and the other going and gripping the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as I tried to pull him closer to my neck. 

“Hmhm, poor Little Mouse. Can’t even pleasure yourself properly… Don’t worry Baby Girl, behave and I’ll take good care of you.” A soft smile spreads across his face as one of his thumbs caresses my cheek, his eyes still holding the intent, dark look of a predator about to pounce. “Now are you going to ask nicely for what you want, or do I need to tease you a little more, hm?” 

“Please, please touch me, need your touch, please..” I finally told him, wanting his fingers in me, wanting the feel of him, the relief only he can bring.

“So pathetically needy aren’t you Little Mouse?” He groans as he allows a finger to enter me, quickly sliding another in to join the first. His pace starts slow, allowing me to adjust to him after so long, however, he quickly picks up the pace. "And so pathetically messy for me..” 

I could feel the bark lightly scratching into my skin, enough where I took notice of the feeling, and the feeling of his fingers in me, circling my entrance before they delved in again, my wetness making an audible noise as his pace picked up, my whimpers turned to whines as he studied my facial expressions as if when he was home he saw them every night. 

Two months of pent up frustration, of neediness, of not being able to get off without his touch was finally being released. My orgasm was nearing quicker than I thought it would, and feeling the stretch of a third finger caused me to cry out his title, resting my head on his shoulder. 

“You’re alright, little one, You can take it.” He murmured to me as he kissed the top of my head, carefully sliding his fingers in and out of me, stretching me in a painful but delicious way. 

With his body pinning me to the tree and using one hand to thrust his fingers into my cunt, he reached his other hand to undo the buttons of his pants, the tightness within them becoming too much for the fabric. He groaned as the tension on his bulge lessened. With his irritation temporarily eased his focus went back to thrusting his fingers deep inside me, hitting that special spot with almost every thrust.

“Please-, please, feels too good..” I whined 

“Aww, Does my Little Mouse want to cum~?” He rasped into my ear, ending his sentence with a light lick along the outside of my ear that sent shivers through my body.

“Need to, please, please Daddy…wanna cum..” My hips meeting the thrust of his fingers, my orgasm on the brink as my eyes were tightly shut and I was starting to drool a bit, panting hard as he sped up his ministrations. 

His free hand gripped my jaw as he growled “Look at me when I fuck you.”

Opening my eyes, his dark stare making me whimper and shrink back against the tree, the moonlight framing his muscular body, making me want him even more. 

Sensing how close I was based upon the fluttering of my walls he angled his hand so he could circle his thumb around my clit while he thrust his massive fingers into my core. “Who’s the one that makes you feel good, hm? Who’s the only one that can give this pretty cunt what it needs?”

“You, only you-” the rest of my sentence got cut off as he went harder, abusing that spot that made me see stars, my keening whine making him chuckle, my orgasm so, so close.

Feeling me getting closer to the edge he quickly leans in, continuing to mark up my neck. The sensation sends a tingle throughout my body, heightening my sensitivity.

“Cmon dove, I know you want to come for me..”

“Please, please, let me come. Wanna... please my god- please!~” I finally borderline yelled out, needing release so bad but wanting to be good for him. 

“Good fucking girl.” he snarled out, biting my neck as I felt the wave peak, and finally crash over me. Stars filled my vision and it felt as if every part of my body was electric, my hips rutting against his hand as I came on his fingers, tightening down and feeling my release gush out, dripping along his hand, my thighs, and even to the forest floor. 

“Gods, you’re messy little one” he chuckles out using his free hand to hold me while he brings his slick covered fingers to his lips.

 I whimper as I watch him suck my slick off his fingers. As soon as his fingers leave his mouth his lips are on mine, making me moan as I taste myself on him.

“Now, pretty girl, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scream my name into the forest, and be thankful that I haven’t decided on a punishment for you yet, Little Mouse.” he quietly murmured in my ear, the dark tone making me shiver. 

He gently places me back on solid ground so he can pull down his boxers and free his massive cock, stiff and tall, the girth and sheer size of it never fails to make me nervous. Even when I’ve been prepped to handle it, it still stretches me and borderline hurts sometimes, but oh, if it doesn’t feel good…

His groan was more of a roar as his cock sprang free. His eyes gleamed as he watched my reaction to seeing it, taking special notice to the way my tongue darted out to wet my lips. "Just going to watch Little Mouse or are you going to do something about it? You can't convince me you haven't thought of this while I was away... Two months, where I obeyed our rule..two months, I didn’t touch myself like you did, and now, you’re going to regret that.” He snarled, finally showing his annoyance at the fact I'd touched without permission.

I whimpered, shrinking back a bit, slightly fearful of what he’d do to me. 

“What do you want to do, Little one? You want to make this better?” He asked as he advanced on me, and with nowhere else to go, my back was pressed against the bark of the tree yet again. 

Barely anything more than a whimper, I told him “Wanna make you feel good..” knowing I can’t do much since he’d already made it clear that tonight would last several hours. 

He was less than a yard from me and with one word he commanded, "knees."

Not wanting to worsen my punishment, I quickly comply, ignoring the rocks and sticks poking at my legs and knees. I'm already naked, so what’s the difference between a little dirt?

"Now unless you really want me mad, I suggest putting that mouth to use Little Mouse." he places a large hand on the back of my head, making sure I can't pull away.

Taking my hands and wrapping them around his member, one hand couldn’t even wrap all the way around him, he was so big compared to me. 

Kitten licking the tip for a little bit, he eventually got frustrated enough he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, forcing me to take his cock in my mouth, "keep teasing me like that and I'll make you regret it" he growled harshly. "Now do it right. And keep those pretty doe eyes open for me baby"

Looking up at him, I start bobbing my head up and down, taking him slowly and letting myself get used to feeling him and tasting him in my mouth. Pulling out just enough to circle the tip with my tongue, then going back down, taking a bit more of him. I can feel him in the back of my mouth, almost in my throat, and I still have another inch or so until I’m at the hilt. 

He has a musky, almost slightly earthy taste that reminds me of kissing him deeply after he’s been off world. He tugs my head farther, making me gag and my eyes water as I take him down my throat, a satisfied smirk from him and half-lidded, lust filled eyes stare down at me. 

He groans and allows his head to tilt back for a moment as the sound tears out of his throat. The sound drives me to suck harder, to increase his pleasure and drive more sounds from him.

Going deeper, wanting more of him, I grip his thighs and keep bobbing my head up and down, saliva starting to drip down my chin, the sounds of his spit-covered dick going in and out of my mouth makes me flush, knowing just how noisy it is and how thankful I am that we are in an empty forest. 

He tugs me off after he groans particularly loud. “I’m not going to waste my seed in your mouth, I want you to be filled. Cant let 2 months of it go to waste now, can we?”

He grips my hair and tugs me up, quickly picking me up. He starts running the head of his cock along my folds, teasing my entrance with the stretch to come.

I’m firmly pressed against the tree once again as he eases me down his length. Both of us moan loudly as we adjust to his cock in me

"Fuck you're tight Baby, might cum on the spot" He groans out, his hips roughly picking up a pace that has me breathless. 

He’s being rough, yet I need him more, need him rougher on me. 

“More, wan’ more…” I manage to get out, wanting to feel him pounding into me at almost a bruising pace. 

“That’s my girl..” he murmurs, snapping his hips into me, the feeling of him hitting every spot that could possibly feel good, and I feel another orgasm approaching. 

His strong arms wrap around me, hold me against him so he can thrust into me at full force. He then tilts his head to take one of my breasts in his mouth, both moaning at the sensation, my chest sensitive and slightly cold, my nipples perky in the chilly forest air. 

I feel the coil in my stomach growing, feeling him slightly pause, and move his arms downwards so he could grip my hips, massaging them causing me to relax more into his touch, the floaty, weightless feeling of my orgasm so close to me. 

"Is my baby getting close? You know you're not allowed to come without permission" he taunts, moving a hand to toy with my clit. 

Whining louder, I started to babble slightly, starting to beg. “Please, let me cum..wanna cum around you, please..”

"So desperate," he scoffs. "I almost forgot how easily you get drunk on my cock baby" he thrusts up into me hard, causing a loud cry to tear out of me. "Now be a good girl and cum for me. Cover Daddy's cock. You may just get bred too."

Letting myself go, I borderline blacked out from the pleasure, it was so intense that I could barely comprehend where I was when I gained back my eyesight again. The waves still crashing over me, not helping by Thor fucking me continuosly, I was already over sensitive, but now? I was about to faint from the feeling of him still fucking me. 

Him fucking me through my orgasm quickly brought another to the edge, I was so lost in pleasure all I could do was babble. Unable to form coherent thought I came without warning

"Fuck, you're going to squeeze me dry baby" he roared as my clenched walls threw him over the edge as well, his hot cum painting my walls, starting to drip out of me, barely taking notice and falling forward against him before everything went dark. 

A cool, soft breeze caused my hair to shift and I slowly opened my eyes, seeing white sheets and feeling the sheets against my bare body. I feel…clean, and sore. 

A strong arm is wrapped around my waist, and my back is flush against my husband, the feeling of comfort, the warmth, and everything causing me to quietly sigh and smile contently, slowly drifting off into sleep again. 

Waking up a little while later, the feeling of him tugging me into him more, a quiet whisper of “Good morning, little mouse..”

I was barely awake, enough to where I could hear him, but not enough I bothered opening my eyes. I quietly hummed, and he chuckled softly as he got up, carefully turning my body over as he kissed my collarbones, using a hand to trace the marks that littered my neck and chest. 

“So beautiful…” he murmured softly, kissing my chest and slowly moving down my stomach

I quietly whined, loving the feeling of his lips on my skin. 

"Gods I've missed you" he mutters, continuing to kiss my bare skin. He's so warm and gentle, I'm struggling to keep consciousness. "You're tired Little Mouse, go back to sleep. You know I'll take good care of you"

With that I let sleep overcome me once again, oblivious to exactly what he had meant about taking care of me.

Thor's POV:

I gently ran my hands along her skin, helping her relax and fall asleep. I kept this up for a little while after I was sure she was asleep. She can get so stressed, it's nice seeing her so calm and peaceful. Sleep adds a graceful glow to her. The past months had been hell not being able to see or feel her, and even worse since I could barely talk to her.

Even after the events in the forest last night I still hadn't had enough of her. She was so addicting, like my own personal drug. Not even the women of Asgard I'd met in my younger years could compare to the small human woman I held now. 

At the remembrance of the previous night I could feel the need growing within me, my cock twitching and growing slightly. I recall months ago she had made a comment to me. She gave me permission to use her if I ever woke up needing relief.

Keeping my eyes on her to make sure I didn't stir her, I carefully propped myself to hover over her. Slowly I trailed a finger through her folds. She was already wet. I chuckle to myself as I continue to run my finger up and down her slit, a soft moan falls from her lips but she remains asleep. I make a few more passes before easing my index into her soaked entrance. Even unconscious her walls greedily pull me in.

I start easing my finger in and out slowly, adding a second finger and after a short while a third. With every additional finger she moans and stirs, but I make sure I don't wake her. Her moans and innocent, sleeping form make my own arousal soar. My member growing more erect at the messy sounds coming from my fingers pumping her drenched hole.

My need is too great to ignore. I ease my fingers out of her, rubbing the slick that's collected on them along my shaft as I give myself a few quick strokes. With one hand  holding me up, the other grips the base of my shaft as I line myself up. I rock against her painfully slow. My massive head pushes against her small entrance, eliciting a moan from her as I stretch her.

Her cunt is so tight around my cock, I bite my lip in an attempt to quiet the roar that's tearing through my throat. Once I've finally bottomed out I pause a moment to allow us both to adjust. She fusses in her sleep, a dopey grin on her face that I know all too well is from the pleasure of being full.

I start slowly rocking into her, doing my best to keep my moans quiet. Even in her sleep she tries shifting closer to me, soft moans and whimpers occasionally leaving her parted lips. After about a minute I start getting carried away, too lost in my own pleasure. My motions get rougher and my groans get louder. 

In a groggy, confused voice I suddenly hear "H-honey? What are you-"

"Ssshhh, everything's fine Little Mouse," I interrupt, gently smoothing down her hair, "Daddy just needed a little relief is all."

She suddenly realized what was happening through the fuzziness of her sleepy brain. Moans and whimpers begin pouring from her much louder than they had in her sleep. Knowing she was awake I begin pounding into her much harder.

Reader's POV:

"O-oh god" I panted, his cock stretching me as it drove deep into my core. His breaths came out in growls that only furthered the warmth settled in my abdomen. I glance down to look at him only to be distracted by a small bulge in my lower stomach. He sees where my gaze has settled and smirks.

"What Little Mouse? I can give you an even bigger bulge. Want Daddy to fill you? Might even end up with a little one of our own…" 

A loud whimper escapes me as I nod my head, wanting nothing more than for him to fill me with all of him. 

The thought of being a mother had also been an idle thought of mine. Childbirth scared the hell out of me, but this man made it worth it. If he wanted kids, I'd gladly be the one to carry them.

"Gods I've missed using my little fucktoy" he muttered as he began rutting into me relentlessly. 

His calloused hands grip my hips hard "I'll have to look for bruises later" I think to myself

One of his hands trails down to circle my clit, a loud whine erupts from me as his finger applies steady pressure to my throbbing bud.

“Please, ‘s too much, too much, ah- Ah~” I was already so sensitive from my previous orgasms from only hours before, it felt so overwhelming that I tried to move away from his hand, it felt so good it was borderline painful. Yet he growled and gripped my hip harder, enough where I hissed in pain. 

A tinge of worry crosses his face as he slows his movements. "Do we need to stop (Y/N)?"

My eyes were closed tightly, as soon as he slowed almost to a full stop I carefully opened them, wincing at the sudden brightness. “M okay, hips are sore…so is my back” I quietly murmured to him.

He stops fully, pulling out of me as I whimper, losing the feeling of being full of him. He took his hands off my hips, carefully looking and seeing the dark purple bruises forming already from his grip. “Turn around.” he commands softly, but with a firm and steady tone. I carefully flip myself, wincing at the effort. I love him, I do, but he needs to be reminded that I’m a human and he’s a god. 

He gently runs a warm hand on my back, and I shiver at the unexpected touch. 

“Why didn’t you tell me the bark was hurting you?” He asked me quietly, stroking some lines on my back that made me wince when he touched them. Only then did I notice the fresh and old bloodstains on the bed, and since I had flipped from where I had laid….

My back was bleeding. 

"Stay put. I'll be right back" he swiftly climbed off the bed and strode to the bathroom. I hear the sound of the sink run a moment then see him return with a wash rag. He kneels on the bed beside me and carefully dabs the cloth along my wounds.

 I wince, a small pained whimper falling from my lips at the sting. Once he’s cleaned me up he disappears out of the bedroom once again. He comes back a minute later with a bag of ice wrapped in a towel, as well as some pain killers and a glass of water.

“Let's get you feeling a little better” he helps me sit up before handing me the pills and water. While I take those he applies the ice to my back. I stiffen at the sudden cold, but the relief is too nice for me to care much longer.

“Good?” he questions.

“Mm-mhm” I hum out. I lean into his chest so that my side lay against him, his arm holding the ice to my back while his other hand gently runs through my hair.

He started muttering a song I couldn’t recognize. From what I could tell it was an Asgardian lullaby. The low bass of his voice lulled me to sleep right there, in the arms of the man I love.

#miscfandomwrites #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #Thor #Thor x reader #Thor Odinson #Thor Odinson x reader

[ohmoonbeam]

OHMOONBEAM’S ENTIRE WRITERS MASTERLIST

Since the inception of this blog back in April 2019, I’ve shared the work of so many absolutely wonderful writers that have brought joy to my day with their work. They’ve been there when I’ve needed to laugh, cry, stay awake, lull me to sleep, and just about every space in between.

From fandoms between Marvel, Supernatural & Football, to the actors/footballers RPF’s and a few extra characters in between, there’s no shortage of fics to keep you and me entertained.

I know you’re probably thinking, ‘there goes Sam again with one of her thousands of lists’, and yes, you’re right, I can’t resist a good list and then making masterlists of lists, and honestly I drive myself a little crazy with it, but this is probably the most special list I’ve shared on Tumblr.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much to all the writers on Tumblr & AO3 for sharing your work with us, and putting yourself out there - it’s scary, trust me I know! - and for continuing even when it’s been hard. You’re all superstars.

So without further ado, here’s my not-so-little list of the writers I’ve shared work from on this blog, I hope you enjoy their pieces of escapism as much as I do.

This list will be ongoing. (And if I miss anyone I’ve already shared work from, then please let me know and I’ll sort it, otherwise I’m sorry!)

A - E

@abovethesmokestacks // @abswritesfandoms // @all1e23 // @anaelsbrunette // @angstysebfan // @aracee // @avengerofyourheart // @avenirdelight // @avintagekiss24 // @ayybtch // @a-distantdreamer // @a-mess-of-fandoms // @baezen // @beccaanne814 // @becs-bunker // @beckzorz // @bitsandbobsandstuff // @blackberrybucky // @blubberingmess // @bluemoonstonesy // @bolontiku // @borkingbarnes // @bostongirl13 // @brooklyn-boy// @buckycuddlebuddy // @buckyland // @buckyofthemyscira // @buckysbrat // @buckysknifecollection // @bucky-plums-barnes // @bucky-the-thigh-slayer // @buckys-darling // @bugsbucky // @cake-writes // @callmeluna// @cametobuyplums // @candy-and-writing // @canirove // @captain-kelli // @captainrogerss // @captainscanadian // @captainchrisfics // @carolmaximoffs // @carryonmywaywardwriters // @captain-rogers-beard // @cockslut-padalecki // @chelseagirl98 // @cherrypickertheory // @chocolateheart // @chrisevans-imagines // @cityfanchelseaslut // @coffee-with-bucky // @constantwriter85 // @covered-byrosesbackup // @crashdevlin // @crispychrissy // @daydream3r-xo // @deamstellarus // @deangirl93 // @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog // @deanssweetheart // @deanwanddamons // @destiel-bridesmaid // @dirtychocolatechai // @drabblewithfrannybarnes // @dragonchica  // @egcdeath // @empyreanwritings // @errythinisblue // @eternal-sunshine00 // @eurynome827 // @evansrogerskitten // @extrasystem // @eyesfixedonthesun22 // @et-lesailes // @eyes-of-a-disney-princess 

F - J

@fairlyspnfanfic // @fairytelling // @fallinforevans // @feral-dumbass // @fictionalabyss // @firefly-in-darkness // @football-rambles // @freshwoods // @gagmebucky // @gogolucky13 // @greykitkepa // @hailmary-yramliah // @herstarburststories // @heli0s-writes // @idabbleincrazy // @idreamofplaid // @imanuglywombat // @imerdwarf // @impalaimagining // @impala-dreamer // @invisibleanonymousmonsters // @itsunclebucky  // @jamielea81 // @janaewal // @jaredsunflowergoddess // @jawritter // @jbbarnesandnoble // @jbbuckybarnes // @jensengirl83 // // @jerkbitchidjitassbutt // @jhangelface0523 // @jobean12-blog // @j-j-ehlby-writes // @jay-and-dean // @justagirlinafandomworld // @justfandomwritings // @justreadingfics // @justsomebucky // @just-the-hiddles

K - O

@kdfrqqg // @kellyn1604 // @kittenofdoomage // @kleohoneyao3 // @ktsfootballff // @ladymarycrawley // @laurasstufff1 // @lc-fics // @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid // @lenavonschweetz // @little-diable // @luci-in-trenchcoats // @lucky-bucky-boy // @manawhaat // @marveliskindacool // @meracles // @miscmarvelwritings // @moonbeambucky // @moonstruckbucky // @moteldwelling // @mountstars // @mrwinterr // @msmarvelouswinchester // @msmarvelwrites // @mummybear // @mydragulesebastian // @mymoonagedaydream // @nacho-bucky // @navybrat817 // @negans-lucille-tblr // @neverinadream // @notborkybarnes// @notimetoblog // @notyetneedcoffee // @ohstardust // @okayhowmuchforthearm // @opheliadawnwalker3 // @ozarkthedog // @our-jensen-ackles-love

P - T

@pagesoflauren // @peachyteabuck // @peridottea91 // @pinkamour1588 // @pointbreak-odinson // @princessmisery666 // @propertyofpoeandbucky // @quxxnxfhxll // @revengingbarnes // @rinnielove // @rockhoochie // @rubendiasatl // @rubenfinity // @ruckystarnes // @sagechanoafterdark // @sakuwriteshere // @sarahp879 // @samingtonwilson // @sams-sass // @sassy-pelican // @sebbystansbabydoll// @sebbytrash // @sgtjbuccky // @sillyqt // @shotsbyshae // @shurisneakers // @siren-kitten-his // @sis-tafics // @smol-and-grumpy // @soaringeag1e // @softbiker // @soldatbarnes // @stargazingfangirl18 // @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan // @stevehesaidabaglanguageword // @stillintheimpala // @stonesyy // @sunlightdances // @sunmoonandbucky // @superfanficnatural // @supernatural-jackles // @supremethunda // @stuckonjbbarnes // @sweeterthanthis // @tellmealovestory // @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 // @thatfuckingweirdo // @the-canary // @the-inceni-bitch // @theonewiththefanfics // @thewinter-soldiers-doll // @there-must-be-a-lock // @this-kitten-is-smitten // @thing-you-do-with-that-thing // @thinkinghardhardlythinking // @thosekidswhohuntmonsters  // @tilltheendwilliwrite // @tishtriya // @tommyspeakycap​ // @trekchik // @trillian-anders // @tropicalcap // @tuiccim // @tvdspngirl314

U - Z

@ussgallifreyfics // @until-theend-oftheline // @valkyrieofsmut // @watermelonlipstick // @waywardbaby // @waywardbeanie // @waywardnerd67 // @wayward-and-worn // @whatareyousearchingfordean // @whateveriwant // @whistlingwillows // @winchestershiresauce // @winchester-fantasies // @winchest09 // @wkemeup // @wonder-cole // @world-of-aus // @writethelifeyouwant // @writingcroissant  // @xbuchananbarnes // @you-are-my-sanctuary // @your-highnessmarvel // @yungbludz​ // @221bshrlocked // @440mxs-wife

#writer masterlist #ohmoonbeam writers masterlist #entire writers masterlist #supernatural writer masterlist #supernatural writers #marvel writer masterlist #marvel writers #supernatural masterlist #marvel masterlist

[peachyteabuck]

Damn, it sent through anon? I was on mobile, sorry about that :( . I don't know if we're mutuals or not, but can I do the same two emojis as the ask? I'm in love with the mood boards you're making

hi! do you mean as an aesthetic inspired by the black heart/red heart emoji? if so, yes, i can do that!

#answered #miscmarvelwritings

[saltybaltic]

Ayo , just wondering if you could make a list of your favorite/filthiest bottom!nat fics. I can’t seem to find too many of them , thanks:)

Oh god this is hard because you’re right there isn’t a lot out there and tbh I don’t really read a lot anymore. I will try my best though ...

@shesaidnomaam - Stunning

@missmonsters2 - Love Bites (this is a carolnat fic but I really vibe with that)

@wlwloverwrites - Size Kink Nat

@lesbian-dp - Oh How the Turn Tables (tbh if you like bottom nat I would just go through this entire blog)

@miscmarvelwritings - Pretty Girl

@blackkwidowed - A Plan of Distraction

Im sure there is more out there but these are all the ones I could kind of think of without going on a mad search for fics. Enjoy ✌️

#Natasha Romanoff #fic recs #bottom!nat