#strongest female avenger

[notafunkiller]

she chose me

Summary: Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x agent!female reader

Warnings: 18+, no condom (but f is on birth control), teasing, pet names, jealousy, sergeant + sir + daddy kìnk, vibranium arm kìnk, language, degrading, praising, no mention of y/n etc.

Word Count: 6.9K

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A/N: I really hope you’ll enjoy it! This was inspired by the "She chose me." TikTok trend.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You’re all quiet, watching the back and forth between Cap and Bucky. Not even Sam intervenes.

“You didn’t-”

“This is just not gonna work, Buck.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, with an expression you like to describe as bitchy. He’s so sassy without even intending to, and you wonder how bitchier he’d be if this wasn’t his best friend talking.

“Let’s see if people agree.”

He looks around waving at you and the rest of the team while Sam just snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.

But you’re not amused because you have no idea how to handle this diplomatically.

“Whose side are you on?” Steve’s tone is deep and authoritative, making you feel a little uneasy.

You don’t know how to talk to Avengers sometimes. You are on friendly terms, even when you train. Sam always cracks jokes, Steve shares stories and gives advice, and Bucky is Bucky. Nat and Sam call him The Machine for a reason. But he’s a really good professor and an even better observer. He pays attention to every recruit and remembers what they need to work on. You find him extra intimidating because he’s also the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. No exaggeration. And it’s not in the usual clean and golden boy way you are used to, anyway. He’s been through shit and it’s showing in the way he carries himself and doesn’t talk much when it’s not needed.

But you pay attention too, and this is why you think you were chosen to lead the recruits for this mission. You are on good terms with the Avengers, and Bucky probably approved the idea of working with you because you didn’t piss him off like most do. You know he hates chit chat, you learned how to read most of his stares and to not take it personally when he makes remarks about your fighting skills. They’re not your strongest asset, but you have a flair and you come up with the best solutions under pressure. You managed to pin him down once for a few seconds, and that is probably your greatest achievement.

But in moments like this, you don’t know how to say things without upsetting one side.

“You won’t get in trouble, don’t worry,” Bucky adds confidently. You’re not surprised when four out of your six colleagues agree with Bucky. They explain quickly why, emphasizing how much faster and efficient it would be if you followed that route, but their voices are still trembling. And you get it. Telling Captain America to his face you prefer his best friend’s plan over his will always be a risk. But if he gets mad, that says more about him as a leader than about anyone else.

Sam raises his hands in the air defensively, probably enjoying this as a show, but based on the looks he shares with Bucky, it seems like he agrees with him too.

You try to find your words, knowing you’re the last one from your team to speak, but before you can even open your mouth, Steve already smiles, pointing at you with his index finger. “Look at this, though! She agrees with me… She chose me.”

His grin is cold and a little arrogant. What you don’t notice, though, is the intention Steve had when he decided to use those exact words, but Bucky does. And he clenches his jaw at the same time his vibranium hand curls into a fist; a silent response to the not-so-innocent assumption that Steve made.

After a few seconds, Bucky leans in, his gaze steady and confident. “Did she?”

There is no way you would pick Steve’s plan. You are too smart and you have too much integrity to pick his side just to kiss his ass. He raises an eyebrow at you this time, a confident smirk forming on his lips. “Did you really choose him? You really think his plan would work better, doll?”

You feel surrounded by Bucky… attacked even. Your cheeks are getting hotter, too, and you know there is nothing you can do to hide your redness. Doll… He called you that when he turned you again on your back the day you managed to pin him down. It’s something about the way he says it that makes it absolutely deadly. Your first instinct was to be offended, but you reminded yourself he is a man born in 1917. He lived his twenties in the 40s, and doll was used as slang for sweetheart.

Taking a deep breath, you tilt your head slightly, directing your response to Steve. “It’s not about choosing sides, but considering all perspectives for the best outcome. And your plan, Captain, has its strengths, but I’m inclined to agree with Sergeant Bucky.” You bite your lip. “It’s about finding the most effective strategy for the mission, not a personal preference of any kind.”

Steve’s smile falls off, but your attention shifts back to Bucky’s grin that lightens up his face.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Well, then,” Steve sighs. “Can I have a word with you in private?”

You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until he says your name.

Surprised, you jump. “Yes, of course.”

*

Steve leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips as you write down the last details. “You know, I value your insights on the mission.”

You look surprised because how can he value your opinion when this is your second mission only? He’s Captain America!

“Oh?”

“I trust your judgment, and your training is going great. If you and the team chose Bucky’s plan, then we do it.” You see his jaw clench, though, so you know it’s not easy for him to say it. Even if it’s his friend… interesting. “Maybe, when all is over, we could grab a cup of coffee and talk about other things. What do you think?”

You’re silent for a couple of seconds, trying to realize if he means it in the way you think he is. There is no way, right?

Just in case, you offer him a friendly smile, “Thanks, Cap! I value our teamwork too. Coffee sounds great after. It could be a good way for all of us to unwind as a team.”

He nods, sighing. “I’m glad you’re on board. I’m looking forward to that coffee, even if it’s with the whole team. And please, call me Steve.”

So he was flirting…

“Thank you,” you pause as you stand up. “I’m gonna talk with Sergeant Barnes so we can get things ready for tomorrow. Have a good night, Steve!”

*

You knock only three times before the door opens and a Bucky dressed in shorts and a white tank top lets you in with a smirk.

“Sergeant Barnes,” you nod as you take a step inside his bedroom. He only stays here before and after missions when he is too tired to go to his apartment, so you don’t expect to see any personal objects there except for a few clothes.

“What happened to Bucky?”

You look at him surprised, tightening your hold on the tablet you are holding.

What?

“Sir?”

Bucky closes his eyes for a second. “Earlier, during the meeting, you called me Sergeant Bucky.”

Shit!

Maybe you should start calling him Sergeant Barnes in your head as well to avoid these fucks up. You feel so embarrassed that you want to disappear. You don’t want him to think you disrespect him in any way. His rank carries a lot of weight and trauma.

You clear your throat, slightly flustered. “My apologies, Sergeant Barnes. It won’t happen again, sir.” You offer him an apologetic smile while trying very hard to maintain a professional tone.

Bucky’s smirk softens as he places his flesh hand on your shoulder. You feel your legs transforming into jelly.

“My point was, doll, there is no need to be so formal. We’re off-duty here, and titles aren’t necessary. Just call me Bucky.”

“Alright, Bucky,” you smile. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I came to discuss the plan for tomorrow. I talked to Steve and we agreed it would be wise for you to lead the way as Mr. Wilson-”

“Steve?” Bucky interrupts before you can finish your sentence. He doesn’t even bother to look at your tablet, either.

“Yes, we talked in the office.”

“No, I get that. But you call him Steve? What happened to Cap?” Bucky knows that might sound really childish, but he can’t help it. What is Steve trying to do?

Was it some kind of test? Did you misunderstand everything with Steve?

“Oh, Cap allowed me to call him Steve earlier. I am sorry if it sounded disrespectful.”

He squeezes your shoulder even before moving his hand to your chin, raising your face, and you feel yourself blushing again.

The blue of his eyes is so intense that you can’t see how anyone would be able to survive it.

“You apologize too much, doll. I don’t like it.”

You can’t breathe. “Sor-” You pause, realizing he is right. Apologizing is second nature to you. It feels wrong when you don’t, and you do it without even thinking about it. “I guess I do that a lot. I’ll work on it, Bucky.”

“I’m not your teacher right now, doll.” He smiles, letting go of your chin. “Just remember, we’re not all about formalities here. Relax a bit.”

Easier said than done. But you need to keep it together and ignore the urge to grab his face and finally kiss him. So you focus on talking about the mission and the members of the team. You talk about all of your colleagues, and Bucky helps you take notes. He switched so easily from friendly to the sergeant mode, which is fascinating.

He explains step by step your positions, the way things are gonna happen and even two back up plans. Two!

You’re not overwhelmed by the amount of information, but you’re quite surprised by how much he talks and how well he answers every possible question any of you could have. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak for more than a few seconds continuously so you try to focus on every word.

Only when he finishes and you close your tablet after sending everyone the plan, do you see him relaxing again.

With a smirk, he asks you, “How did Steve take it?”

“He was fine with the plan, even suggested if we feel like doing it, to get one or two more members. But based on what you said, we won’t need it.”

“He has a point, of course, but if you said you don’t think you need it, good.” You try not to stare at his lips as he speaks, but it’s so hard. “And I meant how he took that you chose my plan. That you chose me.”

You meet Bucky’s gaze, trying to keep your composure, “Steve seemed more than okay with it from what I saw. He values the team’s decision. Plus, it’s not about choosing sides, and-”

“And not a personal preference of any kind,” he interrupts just to quote you, and you don’t know if you should feel flattered he remembers word by word or to prepare yourself for a negative reaction. To be honest, your head is spinning and him being so close makes it worse. “I heard you very well, but I’m curious…”

He extends his hand and carefully tucks your hair behind your ears. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat going crazy. And if you do, so does he.

“About what?”

“Would the answer be different if it was about personal preferences, doll? Would you choose him?”

You freeze. You are simply in shock because this cannot happen to you. From Steve asking you out earlier to your crush basically doing this. You’re confused and a little tired, but you didn’t imagine all of this. Does Bucky want you? Is that it?

You take a deep breath praying you won’t choke on the words. “In a hypothetical scenario based on personal preferences, Bucky, I would still not pick him.”

Your voice is trembling, but you maintain eye contact even after admitting it. You didn’t choose Bucky’s plan because of your crush, so you shouldn’t feel embarrassed or exposed. He’s the one who let you call him Bucky, who touched you and asked you that. You don’t know if he counts romance as a personal preference, but there is an urge inside you to find out. You wonder how he’d taste, if he’d kiss you back if you kissed him first, how your mission would be if you crossed the line. Your thoughts are foggy.

“So you’d choose me.”

You clear your throat. “Yes.”

“Over Captain America.” His grin is so boyish and cute that it makes you smile. He looks younger and less… burdened when he gets like this. Bucky chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Well, well, well. Looks like I got someone not kissing Captain America’s ass for a change. That’s really rare. You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?”

You mask your gasp with a cough, deciding to play along, a sly grin forming on your face. “Maybe I just have a thing for underdogs.”

Bucky’s eyes light up with amusement to your annoyance but also excitement, and he leans in, taking the tablet from your hand and placing it on the floor without a care. “Underdogs, huh? Ouch, that hurt a little. I thought I was your favorite super-soldier.”

You can’t help but giggle, feeling enough encouragement from his reaction to touch his vibranium arm just to feel it. You got the chance to do it only for a couple of seconds and it always fascinated you, especially the golden pattern. The fact he can feel everything because it’s connected to his nerves is insane to you. It probably is to him too. “Oh, you are. And my favorite teacher too. But a little competition never hurts, Sergeant Barnes.”

You can see he feigns offense. “Competition, huh?” Bucky’s playfulness turns into a serious tone as he adds, “Well, let me show you why I’m the only choice.”

And without warning, he closes the distance between you and kisses you.

You gasp, taken aback, but you bring your hands to his face and hip before you deepen the kiss. He’s not as gentle as you expected, his left arm flying to your ass and bringing your hips closer to his immediately.

You moan when you feel his hard on so close to your pussy, and tug on his hair a little.

“Aren’t you a naughty girl?” He lowers his lips to your jaw. “I could basically smell how wet you got earlier as soon as I called you doll. And so did Steve.”

You want to open your eyes and tell him to stop talking about his friend. You don’t want to be turned off, but he already continues.

“He thought he stood a chance with my girl.”

“Your girl?” You whimper when his teeth graze your neck before his tongue licks on the spot. He intends to leave a mark, you have no doubt, and you absolutely love it.

“Mine.” His whisper makes you shiver. “I want to mark you. The thought of having you covered in hickeys during the mission makes me so hard it almost hurts. Gonna show everyone you belong to me.”

“Do I belong to you, Sergeant Barnes?” You take a step back but let your hand linger on his chest teasingly. “Because I don’t remember you asking me to dinner.”

Bucky grins. “Dinner is a classic move, and I adapted very well to the present. But of course I can stop with the kisses right now, and we can have some late dinner.”

You roll your eyes at his unbelievably good answer. Fucker!

“This is not what I meant, Barnes, and you know it.”

“I don’t know it. But I want to know something else.”

You don’t even doubt he means something dirty because it’s too obvious.

“Like what?”

“Like how your pretty pussy tastes while you come all over my face.”

You gasp at the no-filter words. You’re so used to Steve’s warning you to use proper language, that you did not expect it.

“I thought men your age were all about being proper and refined… Don’t they teach subtlety in the 40s etiquette class or did you skip it?”

You tease him on purpose, and he knows it. You are well aware what a nerd he was in school. Such a nerd that it was displayed in the museum. You snort. You were a nerd too, so you love it.

Bucky chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he brings his hands to your pants, unzipping them without warning. Holy. Shit. The way you love this. He reads your body language very well and he has his super soldier senses.

“Well, doll, proper and refined went out the window with the 40s, right? Because otherwise you’d not be standing here letting me undress you.”

You raise your eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. His energy is so light, and he looks like a man without a worry in moments like this.

“You’re the one who offered to show me what the little upgraded version of you can do, after all.” You take off your shoes before pulling down your pants as soon as he drags them to your ankles. You can’t believe you’re about to fuck James Bucky Barnes! “Why would I say no?”

“Just sit back and enjoy the ride, doll. Gonna make sure you have the time of your life.”

You snort, amused by his eagerness, and decide to take off your shirt yourself to see his reaction. And he doesn’t disappoint.

He grins like a child, his hands flying straight to your back without taking his eyes off your chest. And before you know it, your bra is on the floor and Bucky cups your breasts, bringing your left tit to his mouth.

If you gasped when you felt the cold touch of the vibranium, now you moan loudly, enjoying the way he licks around your skin. He avoids your nipple on purpose, so you decide to take matters into your own hands quite literally and get a grab of the top of his hair, forcing him to suck on your nipple.

“Fuck! I didn’t expect you to be so whorish,” you say without realizing, and you feel his snort and breath on the wet patch he left with his tongue.

Bucky’s grin turns into a sly smirk. “This is what you call whorish? I guess I’ll give you an experience you won’t ever forget.”

“Talk less, do more.”

You want to enjoy more of this. You have a mission in a few hours, and it might be just a one time thing anyway since he is Bucky Barnes. You don’t want to get your hopes high.

Bucky lets go of your breast with a pop and moves up, raising your head so he can kiss you.

It’s electrifying, and desperate, and not enough. You move your hands to the bottom hem of his tank top and lift it, interrupting the kiss so you can take it off completely. You just want to feel him, all of him.

You step back for a second, wanting to look at him properly, but you notice a change in his eyes that he, of course, tries to mask.

“Why are you nervous? You look like a fucking god! I should be nervous here.”

Bucky’s eyes flicker with vulnerability.

“I guess I’m not used to someone seeing my scars or my,” he waves toward his vibranium arm, and you frown.

“I will sound totally weird, but they all make you really cool, Serge.” You trace down a few scars when you see he is completely relaxed and continue. “Do I have to lick them all to make you believe me?”

You move your hands under his shorts before he can answer, though, finally touching his cock. You both moan at the feeling. He’s hard and thick, and the head is wet. You bring your fingers to his lips, smearing some of the precome before leaning in to suck it off.

You’re not prepared for his moan or for the way he attacks your mouth, and definitely not for him to snap your underwear using his flesh hand. Not even his vibranium one!

You moan into his mouth. He makes you feel like you’re floating and you need to fuck him right then.

“You’re not just whorish, you’re a whore!” You pause when you feel his fingers close to your entrance. “No wonder why you didn’t belong in the 40s.” Then you move, allowing him to touch you. You don’t realize what you said, and when you do, in the middle of dragging his shorts down, you curse yourself in your mind. It sounds like the most disrespectful thing ever. This man’s fate was changed by monsters who cryogenically freezing him and brainwashing him, and you are selfishly talking as if he belonged to you. “I’m sorry that was awful of-” But he interrupts you before you can get a chance to properly apologize.

“You like that, don’t you?”

A wave of shame surges through your body. Your cheeks are burning.

“I’m really sorry,” you take your hands off his shorts and look away, not even peaking at his cock. You ruined it, didn’t you? “I will just go.”

Bucky shakes his head, puffing. “For such an amazing agent, you’re not a good room reader, are you?”

Your eyes finally drop to his cock, which you’ve been trying to avoid in the last minute out of shame, but there’s no need anymore since he’s teasing you. He’s just a bit longer than average, and he’s really thick, and the veins do not make it ugly at all. You are curious how it’d feel in your hand, how much it’d twitch, how Bucky would moan.

“You aren’t a good room reader, either then, Barnes, since I’m not getting dicked down and my hair pulled, am I?”

Something snaps in him, and it’s visible in his eyes. You don’t know what to expect so you just watch him. But you can’t. He is so quick that, despite your crazy training, you don’t anticipate his move. His hand wraps around the hair from your nape and fists it hard enough for you to move along with him.

“Wanna be dicked down? Fine by me, get on your hands and knees.”

You’re surprised, of course you are, but his tone is firm and you find yourself nodding and doing what he told you. You know you can say no; there is nothing in Bucky’s energy that makes you feel unsafe or as if you have no choice.

At the same time, he lets go of your hair just so he can take off his shorts completely.

“Are you not gonna make sure I’m wet enough for you?” You ask when you see him getting closer to you again, even though you are very wet. You just want to push his buttons.

“I can smell you if I focus on it, let me remind you.” He smiles. “I know you’re soaked, and you wanna be dicked down. Or are you backing off?”

Challenging prick!

You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of your dick.”

“Good, because he wants to be friends with you.”

You close your eyes, cringing. “God, you were this close to turning me off.” You raise your hand in the air, putting your weight on the left one as you bring your thumb and index finger close to each other to show him exactly what a thin line this was.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you forget it in a second.”

Your first instinct is to want to tease him about the second remark, to ask him if this is how long he can last, but you’re too horny now. And you also need rest for the mission tomorrow.

“How, uh…” You pause not knowing how to ask this properly. “Can you, uh, make babies?” You cringe at your words. “I mean, widows can’t… and I just wanted to know if we need a condom to be extra careful since you might be extra fertile because I am on the pill and I have no idea how sex with a super sold-”

Bucky’s lips press against yours suddenly, making you stop talking.

“Breathe.”

“I’m breathing,” you whisper and he cups your face.

“Not enough. We can use a condom if you want, but I’ll need to check where I can find one. Or we can go bare if you trust me… I can pull out and you are already protected, so there shouldn’t be a problem, I think.” He pauses to kiss your lips again. “But we can still use a condom anyway to be extra careful as you said.”

You frown at that, suddenly more desperate to feel him bare than ever before.

“No, I trust you. I have never done it without a condom before, and I assume you didn’t have much time to uh… have sex.”

Bucky snorts amused. “Now why do you assume that?”

“You look like you haven’t been fucked since 1945.”

The fact he doesn’t even deny it makes you feel even bolder, so you reach for his cock and place your thumb on his wet head while wrapping the rest of your hand around the length. “Are you gonna even last for a second once you’re inside me, Sergeant Barnes?” You snort when you see him trying to hold back his moan by biting his lip. It makes you feel happy. “Or do you even manage to get inside me before- ahh!” He is predictable this time as he pulls your hair, so you laugh.

“Are you familiar with this whole red, yellow, green color code?”

You gasp. “Yes, read about it, never needed it. But how do you know that?”

“I read about it, too.” His grin is so wide and beautiful that you melt again.

“Quite naughty of you, Serge. Reading dirty books. Needed some ideas?”

Bucky smirks, kissing you again and again. “Gonna need a review after I finish with you.”

“You finishing with me?” You smile. “Big words, Barnes, but no action.”

He knows you challenge him, and you don’t try to hide it. Do you have to beg for his cock for him to finally fuck you? He is edging you on purpose at this point.

You let out a whimper in anticipation when he moves behind you.

“Are you sure you’re fine with no condom?”

“Ihm, I’m not ovulating anyway,” you whisper, trying not to sound too eager. But you are. You want to get dicked down, indeed. And you wanted it for months.

His silence makes you a bit nervous, but the sounds of him dropping to his knees behind you, followed by his hand grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance while squeezing your hip with the metal arm.

You love the sensation of the coldness, but you love even more when he leans in to kiss your back before he pushes inside you.

It takes two tries, though, for him to be able to push halfway inside you because you kept pushing his dick out of you instantly. You managed to take him only when he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed a bit.

You still laughed though because the sounds were too funny and his little frustrated whimpers were hilarious. The amusement turns quickly into more horniness when you feel him stretching you without even being fully inside you. You dreamed and daydreamed about it… fantasized about it, but it still wasn’t even close to how it actually feels. How full it feels. It’s like you cannot even think, your body is weak.

“Fuck,” your voice is cracking. “Deeper.”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers.

“So?” You bring your hand to his ass, trying to show him you really need it deeper. “Why do you make it sound like a bad thing? Or are you trying not to come, Mr. Super Soldier?”

“You have quite a mouth on you, I think you need it-”

“You talk way too much. Are you nervous or-” It’s his turn to interrupt you with a thrust. Such a deep thrust your head is spinning. He’s not fully inside you, you realize, but he doesn’t try to, instead, he starts to fuck you, taking your breath away. His fingers leave your clit, grabbing your hips with both hands.

There is no question anymore, just fucking as you wanted.

And it feels like heaven. You try to keep your eyes open just so you look at him over your shoulder, but it’s impossible.

“Cat got your tongue?”

You groan. “No, you did, n-now fuck me harder.”

“Well, well,” he slows down and you almost wanna die. “This is not how you talk to your Sergeant, is it?”

He can’t do this!

“Fuck you!”

“What does my baby want?” His thrusts are too slow and teasing, just like his voice. “Use your words, beg for it.”

You’re not turned off, surprisingly. Not at all, on the contrary, the firm tone he uses, the words… you’re getting hornier, if that is even possible.

“I love your cock, Sergeant, so please give it to me. Fuck me harder and faster. Need you to pull my hair, and choke me, and… be rough.” You would be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate. You know he wouldn’t make fun of you for this, so you trust him.

“Only mine.” You take a deep breath relieved when you feel his right hand wrap around your hair. “Do you hear me? Answer me.”

You nod, unable to say anything because he starts to thrust hard and fast, just like he did before he stopped. Your tits are jumping at the impact, and you have to dig your toes into the floor.

“Use your words. If you want my,” he moans. “If you want my cock and my hand wrapped around your neck, you have to use your big girl words. Tell me you’re only mine.”

You can’t hold back your tears this time. You love it so much, you can’t believe you waited so long to have him.

“Only yours.”

“No Steve.”

He lets go of your hair, wrapping his hand around your neck. No pressure, not moving it, he’s just holding it there.

“There’s n-no Steve, Sergeant. Only you. My pussy belongs to you. I o-only want to get filled by you.”

You know he’s smiling without needing to look at him.

“You love your Sergeant’s cock, don’t you?” You have no idea how he’s able to speak while thrusting so hard. He’s a fucking robot, indeed. “No one else could give you this, no matter how much they tried.”

You feel the building in your core. You’re so, so close already, so you try to place your weight on only one hand and bring the other to cover his, and before he can say something, you encourage him to choke you by pressing his fingers on the sides of your neck.

You moan so loudly you surprise even yourself. You sound like a cat.

“Please, sergeant, please, choke me.” You repeat your move and you close your eyes. “Please, daddy, I’m so c-close.”

He pauses for a second, and you don’t know why.

Before you can ask what’s wrong, he doesn’t just start to thrust inside you again, he dicks you down just the way you wanted. It’s as if he fucks the air out of your lungs every time you exhale. You’re crying and screaming at this point, so loud the whole floor must hear you. But you’re not ashamed. You feel so close you can almost taste it.

You barely hear his whimpers, but they’re there and they’re so beautiful.

You get no warning when he decides to squeeze the sides of your neck: gently at first, but then? Perfect. So perfect you come without warning, not being able to even say his name. You just scream some nonsense, your hand dropping from his to the floor so you can ground yourself properly. Your whole body is burning, and burning, and burning, coming alive for what feels like an eternity.

He doesn’t wait even for a second after you come down from your orgasm. Instead, he gets his dick out of you, grabbing you by your ass and raising you in his arms. Still weak, you barely have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist and your hands around his neck. He’s sweaty but not that hot. His metal arm is making you cool down.

“Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” His lips find your forehead and you fight the urge to kiss his neck. You feel so small in his arms… and as if no one can hurt you.

You’re smiling like a fool when your back hits his bed, and so is he. Such a beautiful, blinding smile.

You let him spread your legs before you drag his face down so you can kiss him. You bite his lip hard until he opens his mouth, moaning when you feel him entering you again. This time, you’re relaxed so he thrusts inside you so much easier.

“Gonna make you come again around your daddy’s cock..”

His hands wrap your legs around his ass when he starts to thrust again.

“You’re quite… into it, Sergeant Barnes. So dirty!”

He gently grabs your jaw. “Tongue out.”

You do it, opening your mouth and waiting, and waiting until you finally understand what he’s about to do.

Instead of being grossed out, as you expected, you eagerly swallow the saliva that he lets drip from his mouth, which lands on your tongue.

You bat your eyes as you start to move your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, and that sends him into a frenzy.

“Fucking hell, you don’t want to sleep tonight, do you?” He asks sarcastically, but you don’t have enough air to tease him with a stamina comment. “You want me to make you scream and swallow my spit and come till we have to go to that fucking mission. Till your beloved Steve needs to come to us himself and hear us covered in come but still fucking.” You moan at the idea of your teammates finding out about this. You get awful comments anyway; at least you can get him for real and rub it in their faces. “You would like that, wouldn’t ya? Having all my undivided attention on you, not caring that my best friend is mad…” The thrusts are so deep that your head falls on the pillow instantly. You cannot keep your eyes open for even a second and you’re crying again. “Not caring my pal wanted you so badly he even tried to take you out tonight.”

“Sergeant-”

Thrust after thrust. You grab his forearm as tightly as you can so you can have something to hold onto.

“He thought he could have you, that you’d choose him. Come on, love. Come on, scream my name, let them hear. Let them all hear whose cock you cry for. Who is the one you belong to.” His balls slap against your skin so hard they tickle you. But not even that can distract you from almost reaching your orgasm. His words, his cock, his possessiveness…

“Sergeant, please. No one but you, can I… c-can I touch my clit? I’m so, so close.”

You don’t have to, though, because he is quick enough to bring his flesh hand between your bodies and rub your clit just the way you need it.

“F-fuck, coming,” you manage to warn him before the pleasure hits you. It’s so overwhelming you see white, digging your nails into his forearm.

You don’t know what you call him… daddy, Bucky or sergeant, but it doesn’t matter. You hear his praise, how you’re his good girl, and his words encouraging you to come for him.

When you can focus again, you kiss him with everything you have.

“Need you to come for me, Sergeant Barnes,” you whisper between kisses. “Need you to come inside me, need you to fill me up with your come, sir.”

He hisses loudly, his eyes being more grey than blue.

“Don’t tease me.”

“I mean it,” you make eye contact, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Not the heat of the moment. I need your come, daddy. I’m on birth-”

He kisses you so hard your teeth end up hitting, but you don’t care. This is everything.

“Gonna come, gonna give you what you want. Gonna make you my come s-slut. Is that what you needed?”

“Yes, yes.” You’re so excited to watch him finish you don’t even realize how much you like being called his come slut until he says it again. “Come on, Sergeant, come for me.”

After you say that, it only takes him two more thrusts to finish, moaning your name.

His eyes close, and you notice how pretty his eyelashes are. And the little moles on his face… his mouth semi-open and his hair in all directions.

You want to witness this every day.

Before you can stop yourself, you lean in to kiss his nose and cheeks, letting your hips move at the same time.

“C-can’t… doesn’t stop,” he manages to groan, and you bring your hand to his nape, caressing his hair as he rides out his orgasm.

When he finally finishes, though, his head falls on top of your breasts, his mouth finding your nipple and playing with it before sucking it fully into his mouth.

“Easy, Bucky,” you moan, but he keeps going, though.

You have to pull his hair, to make him stop.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I need to uh… I’m tired.”

You’re back to your shy self. But his smile still makes you feel so relaxed.

“Got you tired, huh?” He winks, giving your breasts a kiss before pressing his lips against yours. “Fuck, I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life. Won’t even mention how happy I am.”

“Me neither,” you whisper.

“Well, we need to get used to it.”

You laugh so happily that you think your chest will explode. It’s surreal.

“You owe me that dinner after all.”

“A million dinners.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Trying to charm me?”

He pecks you one more time before getting out of you with a whimper.

“I’ve already done it.”

It’s weird to be empty like this again, but seeing your come and wetness on his pubic hair or dripping out of your pussy just to soak the sheets beneath you distracts you. You made a mess.

“We need to clean this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says distractedly as he uses his index finger to push some come back inside you. Jesus! “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smile. “You’re a whore.”

“Your whore.” He slowly gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts from the floor.

“Want me to go?” You ask all of a sudden, gaining a confused look from him.

“Why would I want that? Unless you do, of course…” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it a little. “But I want you to stay.”

“Saw you dressing.” You bring your knees up just to put your chin on top of them. You feel extra shy.

He smiles. “Just gonna get you some water. I don’t want you dehydrated.”

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Bucky knew Steve was in the kitchen as soon as he went down the stairs. He smiles casually, not giving him a second look as he goes straight to the fridge. It’s not like he hasn’t seen him in shorts or shirtless before, and Bucky knows he knew exactly what happened upstairs.

“Can’t sleep?” Steve’s tone is so obvious Bucky almost laughs.

“Not sleepy yet. What about you? You’re alright, punk?”

“Yeah,” he says, taking a sip from his own glass of water; his hands tightly wrapped around the glass.

“Still mad about earlier? You know I’m right.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, it’s all good.”

Bucky sighs dramatically. He loves Steve, he is his brother, but sometimes he is so annoying.

“Well, try to get some sleep. I suggest you wear some earplugs or something, though,” Bucky suggests casually, taking a whole bottle of water. “We wouldn’t want you too sleepy tomorrow. And the night is young.” He even winks at Steve, making him clear his throat.

“Buck…”

“Not a super soldier perk, I know, but you understand, right?” The smirk he suddenly gives Steve is almost sinister. “She chose me after all, and I gotta let her test-drive me. Have a good night!”

Even though he turns around, Bucky doesn’t miss the way Steve’s hold gets so tight that his glass almost breaks.

Bucky doesn’t regret it. He had it coming when he thought you’d choose him.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x agent!reader #bucky barnes x agent!femalereader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #my stories #my fanfics #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x agent! female reader

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Heyy can i request a wanda x fem reader oneshot where r is the queen of a nation which is similar to Wakanda and the avengers need this nations help for something (sitting on the throne looking badass moment ) and she is graceful and so badass like: sitting at dining table uses knife to point towards empty seat, “oh. sit, please.” R has powers and helps them out. Wanda being head over heals and finally them dating. I am sorry for the long request 😭

Mother Nature

Summary: A queen so powerful, myths have been written about her. An island so mysterious, no one knows where it is.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2505

a/n: listen…this got a little out of hand

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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Dragonstone is a volcanic island in the North Atlantic Ocean, just below Greenland and Iceland, but it’s not visible on any maps. Not many know of its existence, as the island is surrounded by such powerful magic, making it invisible to the naked eye. If anyone were to sail towards it, violent storms and currents will make even the strongest of ships sink. It has become a myth to the outsiders, an area such as the Bermuda Triangle, where everyone disappears into the nothingness. This keeps the island, and its population, in safety and peace. They have fought no wars, nor have they suffered in the hands of man made concepts.

However, the fights have started to get bigger, sometimes having the faith of the whole Universe in their hands. That much they figured out after Thanos. Which is why the Avengers know of Dragonstone, and its Queen, and how to get her help.

Everyone holds onto their seats as the Quinjet’s autopilot navigates through the dark clouds, often going through turbulence. “Are we sure this isn’t actually just some freak of nature spot? Is there anything here?” Tony grumbles as he tries to fasten his seatbelt impossibly tight. “We have very expensive cargo on board, and by that I mean me and my suit.”

“Fury seemed confident in his knowledge.” Steve reminds, slightly more calmly, though he is also nervous.

Wanda has her eyes closed. She tries to stay inside her mind, ignoring everything going around her. Air traffic has never been her favorite, but this is next level. The Quinjet does sudden dives and turns, throwing anything loose around. This is why Fury said to fasten everything to the walls and roof, but like usual, Tony didn’t take the advice to heart.

She can feel Natasha’s hand holding her own, calming her down slightly. Wanda doesn’t personally know Fury that well, but she knows Natasha thinks very highly of him, so she is pretty sure he wouldn’t lead them to their certain death. However, she can’t be sure, as this is starting to feel like a wrong way to the supposed island.

“Why couldn’t Fury come here himself? Or the Queen to us?” Kate almost shouts at a particularly violent spot.

“Because when we ask for help from royalties, we show them respect.” Steve states, his *all the younger generations have forgotten respect* personality every old person has shining through. “Did none of you learn this in Wakanda?”

No one gets to answer him, as the Quinjet starts going up, up, up full speed, making everyone yelp. After it has reached the correct altitude, it goes down headfirst. For a moment, the team is sure something has gone wrong, that they are plummeting towards their death. But right before it hits the water, the Quinjet turns the right way and continues flying forward, now in a completely calm climate.

They instantly calm down, letting out breaths of relief and relaxing their tense muscles. Natasha is the first one to get out of her seat, going to the cockpit and looking out the window. “Well, at least the island is real.” She calls out. The others start to pile up in front of the window.

At first glance, it looks like they’re flying towards a big pile of rocks, but at a closer look, they can see the rocks form big walls and even a bigger castle on the island. They’re in awe of the view. The water and air are so calm now that they’ve gotten past the barrier.

They stare out the window while the Quinjet lowers itself to the ground, right outside the walls. Once they step outside, they see two people waiting for them. “Welcome to Dragonstone!” One of them smiles. “My name is Sylvia and I’m the Queen’s advisor. And this,” she gestures to the person next to her, who is wearing an armor, “and this is Calen, they’re the head of protection in this island.”

They bow their head down as a greeting, not saying anything to the guests. The look on their face is serene and their posture is straight, like a proper soldier’s. Sylvia on the other hand shows more excitement through her body, even though her hands are behind her back, they’re still wiggling around, and the smile on her face is one that can light up a whole room.

“Thank you for granting us access to your island.” Steve speaks up, being the unofficial spokesperson when it comes to formal situations.

“Fury is an old friend of Gaia, any friend of his is a friend to us. Now, if you’d follow me, I’ll take you to the castle to meet our Queen.”

They start trekking the land towards the castle, first walking on the bare land and then moving to narrow walkways as they go inside the walls. Most of the walk goes by in silence, the team taking in their surroundings. They’ve never seen anything quite like this.

Wanda drags her hand along the stone fence, her fingers going along the bumps and ridges of it. She smiles. The magic of this island feels different than her own, but not in a threatening way, it feels like it’s dancing with her own.

Finally they get to the castle’s entrance. The huge wooden door opens inward, two other soldiers pulling it. Calen and Sylvia greet them as they go past them. “The Queen is in the throne room.” The latter tells the group, leading them through hallways before stopping in front of a door.

The door to the throne room is also wooden, but it’s a lot more decorated compared to the other ones. It’s carved from top to bottom with different pictures, making it look like a story. Calen pushes the door open, letting everyone walk through it before closing it again. At the end of the room, the Queen sits on her throne. The royal seat has been made out of purely white stone. The backside of it is tall and the sides are wide enough for the Queen to lay her arms there comfortably, but it still looks delicate.

“Gaia.” Sylvia lowers her head in respect and Calen goes down to one knee to bow. The Avengers, quite hesitantly, bow in some way too, bot sure of the island’s customs.

“There’s no need for that.” The Queen’s voice makes all of them rise. Sylvia and Calen take their respective places near the Queen, while the team stop in front of the stairs to the throne. “I hear you are friends of Nicholas Fury.”

Wanda stares at her in amazement. The way she looks so soft yet regal makes her heart pound faster than normal. She can see her chest moving up and down as she breathes, the armor like steel plate moving with it. The dark blue fabric is thick for colder weathers, but flowy enough to move easily. Wanda’s eyes move up to the top of her head. The crown on her head looks like it’s made out of steel as well. It makes her look sharp and strong. She looks majestic sitting on her throne.

“We are,” Steve smiles, “thank you for agreeing to meet us, your Highness.”

“Please, Y/N.” She states. “That’s the name my mother gave me.”

“Y/N. I’m sure you’re aware of a recently defeated threat from space called Thanos.” He continues once she nods, “unfortunately the other worldly threats don’t stop there. We’d like to ask your help to prevent these kind of attacks more efficiently.”

“Certainly.”

Wanda shudders from the way Y/N says the word. Her pronunciation, the slight rasp of her voice and how she rolls the letter r, make her feel dizzy. She is sure the look on her face is stupid, and lovestruck, her eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. The whole conversation going on is going past her. Only thing in her mind right now is something she really shouldn’t be thinking about, but she just can’t stop herself.

“Would you give me the honor of joining me for dinner today? We even have enough guest rooms if you wish to rest before your trip back to America.”

“We would be honored to join you.” Natasha answers. She has been glancing at Wanda during the conversation with a grin on her face, she can read her face easily, knowing what the witch is fantasizing about.

The Queen stands up, her dress falling perfectly to her feet. “I’m glad to hear that. I shall see you in the dining room in an hour, in the mean while, Sylvia will show you where you can refresh yourselves.” Sylvia nods and gestures for them to follow her. Wanda keeps her eyes on Y/N as she walks away, noticing a small smile growing on her face.

After an hour, the Avengers gather into the dining room by Sylvia’s lead, where Y/N is already waiting for them. “Gaia.” Sylvia says before leaving the room.

Y/N stands up, pointing towards the empty chairs. “Please, sit.” She says with a smile, sitting down once again when they get around the table. Wanda sits next to her. She can see the small details of her breast plate from this close.

The table is already fully catered with different foods and desserts. It works like a buffet, everyone takes what they like to their plates. “Can I ask you,” Wanda starts when her plate is full, “why do they call you Gaia, if your name is Y/N?”

“Gaia is a title of sorts. Every queen before me was called that as well, because we keep this island alive and safe. It means Mother Nature.” She explains with a gentle smile on her face, holding eye contact with Wanda as she talks to her. “It is an honor to be called Gaia.” Wanda nods, not able to look away from her stormy eyes.

“How does the next queen get chosen?” Tony asks.

“It’s more faith than decision making,” she pauses, looking for best words to describe how their queens get their role, “we’re born to it, but not in a traditional sense. We are born from the previous Gaia, they mold us from magic.”

“So, there’s no…” he moves his fingers around in a promiscuous manner, which makes Steve look at him disapprovingly. They’re in front of the Queen after all.

But she only finds the situation amusing. “No. Children born in a traditional way are random, and our queens need to be precise. They’re all women and they all have powers. They need to be born from magic.”

Although they don’t really understand the process, and none of them want to ask about the specifics of it, they still find it fascinating. It’s a whole new country with completely different customs compared to theirs. Wanda especially listens to her intently. Her smooth voice practically drilling its way into her brain.

“Can the queen have relationships? Even if they don’t have any part on the next generation of rulers.” The question makes Wanda’s head snap to look at Natasha, who has a wide grin on her face.

“Yes. There are no rules on relationship. The partner just has to know they have no rule over the island.”

Satisfied with the answer, Natasha nods, sending a discreet wink towards Wanda. Her cheeks turn a shade of pink. She tries to hide it by eating the food.

They keep a light conversation going while they all finish their food. Once the plates are empty and the stomachs full, they start leaving the table and go to their rooms. The Queen doing the same. However, she isn’t alone for long.

There’s a knock on her bedroom door.

“Hello, Wanda.” Y/N smiles, the door now open wide. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Wanda steps into the room, the door closing after her. She looks around the room, trying to keep her eyes off of Y/N’s thin night gown. A big bed is in the middle of the room, it has light blue veil over it and a white fur on top. A window, almost the size of the wall, is on the right side of it, but it’s already covered with dark curtains. Otherwise the room is quite plain. A wooden dresser. Mirror with steel decorations. What catches Wanda’s eyes are the tapestries on the walls. They’re bright and colorful, each one having its own story. “Beautiful.” She mumbles.

“They tell our history.” Y/N steps beside her. “Every queen makes one. These are the oldest ones, the rest are in the library, visible for everyone. One day mine will be there too.” She sounds proud when she speaks of her ancestors.

“Your mother, is she still alive?”

“No. The crown passed down to me when I was thirteen.”

“I’m sorry.”

Y/N turns to her with a smile. “Nothing to be sorry about. She’s with her mother and grandmother, and so on. And one day I will see her again, until then, I will make her proud by keeping the people on this island safe.”

However beautiful the idea is, Wanda still feels sad for her. She knows what it’s like to lose your mother young. But she doesn’t comment on it more, clearly it’s not something appropriate to discuss now. “The magic. It feels different here.”

“Yes, it’s not the same as yours. The magic is part of me as much as it is a part of the island. We’re connected. We can sense each other. I can control it and it can influence me.”

“That’s why they call you Mother Nature?”

“Sort of. There’s a long history there. But yes, my ability to control the sea and the air around us is a part of it.”

“Maybe you’ll be able to tell me some day.”

Her smile widens. “Maybe.”

Wanda smiles too. She notices how Y/N’s eyes twinkle in the dim light, as if they had their own light source. “You’re beautiful.” The words stumble out of her mouth. She had no intention on making any mind of move this soon, but she couldn’t help it. This felt like a right moment.

With a small giggle, Y/N looks down, trying to cover her warming cheeks. She doesn’t usually get nervous, but Wanda sounded so sincere. “I’m flattered you think so.”

“Do you think you could go on a date with me? Later, of course. Do you have any rules on that?” The nervousness starts growing at the bottom of her stomach again, the lapse of confidence leaving her body quickly.

“There are some rules, but nothing major. I could definitely go on a date with you, I’d actually really like to do so.”

Letting out a breath, Wanda nods. Her hands are moving her rings around. “Great. I- uhm, that’s great.” She laughs quietly. “I’ll leave you now. See you tomorrow.”

“See you.” Y/N gives her a small wave, smiling widely even after the door closes.

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[trashywormeateroffics]

i hate men (natasha romanoff x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: so… being hopelessly in love with your best friend and getting super drunk is not the best combination? who would’ve thought? (a bit of angst but mostly fluff)

a/n: send me natasha requests if you want to!!!!!! you can send me normal requests, or you can also send me a taylor swift song and i’ll write a natasha fic with it!

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you hated stark parties. they were loud, messy, annoying and did you mention loud?

being an introvert was a difficult task at the avengers compound, where these sort of events were being held every two weeks.

sighing, you gulp down the last of your drink. today you chose a coke, since you didn’t want to get drunk and embarrass yourself like the others always did.

“having fun?”

“no!” you say over enthusiastically. natasha snorts and shakes her head at you from behind the bar. she looks stunning, wearing a tight black dress that hugs her body perfectly and her red hair loose and wild. she never goes heavy on the make up, you noticed. not that she needs it, she’s breathtakingly beautiful without it.

“you should at least dance to one song, maybe you’ll even enjoy it.” she says, pulling you out of your not so friendly thoughts of her.

“i refuse.”

“don’t act like a petulant child.”

“don’t act like my mother.” natasha smirks. god that smirk. “if you call yourself mommy, i’m leaving.” the redhead shrugs.

“you handed it to me on a silver platter.”

“whatever.” you roll your eyes.

“i’ll have a manhattan, please.” a man slides up next to you on a barstool. natasha nods and begins preparing his drink. you don’t fail to notice the man’s lascivious look as he stares at her. it makes your blood boil. you know she hates when men sexualize her. and, truth be told, you hate it too. maybe not always for the right reasons, but most of the time they are. natasha romanoff is the best person in the entire world. she is also your favorite person in the entire world. she’s super smart, she’s so funny you almost peed yourself an embarrassing amount of times in front of her, she’s brave, she’s so goddamn brave you sometimes wish she wasn’t so she wouldn’t put herself at risk. but that’s the thing about natasha, she does that because she cares. she cares so much about everyone, and contrary to what people would think, it’s not because she feels guilty for her past, but because she’s good. her heart is so good, so kind. and she’s strong, the strongest. you know what she went through and still, she remained good. that takes a hell of a lot strength. and yes, she’s hot. she’s so fucking hot sometimes you can’t believe she’s even real. but she’s so much more than that. she’s your best friend, and the woman that you-

“thanks, gorgeous.” the man’s voice brings you back to reality and you look at him, hoping you’re shooting lasers out of your eyes and burning him. natasha simply nods and looks at you from the corner of her eye. you know what that look means, you know what every look means. if he tries something, i’m gonna shoot him.

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing loudly, your anger long forgotten when she enters your line of sight.

the man clears his throat, trying to gain her attention.

“so, you from around here?”

“no.” she tells him. then, she gives him a fake smile. “if you don’t mind, i’m pretty busy.” he does not seem to take the hint, so you turn to him.

“she’s asking you to leave.”

“and who are you?”

“one of tony stark’s closest friends. you wouldn’t want to be black listed for his parties for eternity, would you?” the man widens his eyes a bit. “yeah, i thought so. now, leave.” you shoo him away with a gesture of your hand, almost dismissively and he, thank every god that exists, gets up and leaves.

“my knight in shining armor.” natasha tells you, smirking. “you saved me.” you wish she was right. you wish you had done it to save her instead of yourself. but, to be frank, you didn’t. of course you don’t want her to feel uncomfortable, but you know she can handle herself just fine. the one who couldn’t stand it was you. you are an idiot. an idiot who’s hopelessly in love with her best friend.

“sorry, i know you can defend yourself. i just-“

“you just what?” she raises an eyebrow. you know that expression. it means she’s challenging you to tell her.

“i just hate men.” for a second, she looks almost disappointed. but you probably imagined that.

“yeah.” she nods. “i’m gonna head to the ladies room.” and then she leaves.

you sigh and run your hands over your face. natasha romanoff is going to be the death of you. but oh, what a sweet death.

“when are you gonna tell her?” sam’s voice makes you lift your head up.

“tell who what?”

“tell natasha that you love her.”

“i’ve already told her that a million times.”

“no.” he shakes his head. “that you love her love her, that you wanna kiss her.” you scoff.

“never. oh and also, could you keep it quiet? what if she hears you?”

“then finally you will both admit that you’re in love with one another and stop giving each other longing glances across every single room you’re in.”

“i don’t give her longing glances.” you lie. of course you do.

“uh-huh.”

“whatever samantha. don’t care, didn’t ask. plus i don’t even know if she likes girls.”

“she likes you.”

“as a friend.”

“you are so goddamn stubborn…” he begins saying, but his voice fades into the background when you see her. your breathing stops. she’s dancing. she’s swaying her hips and smiling and she looks so fucking angelic you want to pinch yourself because, surely, this must be a dream. but then, your heart drops to your stomach. he’s touching her. he has his fucking hands on her hips as he dances behind her and she isn’t pushing him away. you feel sick to your stomach. “hey, you there?” sam waves his hand in front of you. “hey…?” he trails off. then he probably follows your line of sight because he ohs in understanding. he says your name and pity drips from it. “they’re just dancing.”

“yeah.” you say, choked up. you hate that seeing her with someone else makes your heart burn from the pain. but it does, and it hurts so much. it was the first time since you admitted to yourself that you were in love with her that you saw her with another person. a man. stupid men and their stupid hands. tears well up in your eyes, but you won’t cry. you refuse to cry. not for love. never.

“what are you doing?” sam asks you as you walk all the way around the bar and crouch under it. “don’t.” he tells you when he sees what’s in your hands. you look at him dead in the eye and gulp down the whiskey straight from the bottle.

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“woo! this is so fun!” you shout over the music. you’ve been dancing for almost an hour now and you were most definitely drunk. you don’t even notice sam and natasha calling your name.

“what are you doing? you hate drinking.” the redhead frowns.

“maybe it’s time for someone to go to bed.”

“yes, nat. go to bed.” you tell her.

“no, whiskey straight out of the bottle, i’m talking about you.” you laugh at sam’s long nickname but then you pout when you sway and almost fall to the floor. “you wanna take care of it?” he asks the spy and she nods.

“i’ll take her to bed.”

“and what will we do there?” you ask suggestively. natasha looks at you unimpressed.

“you, lay down. me, scold you.”

“are you gonna spank me?” you smirk. she swallows hard. uh oh, she’s mad. you raise your hands innocently in front of you and she rolls her eyes.

“let’s go.” you want to protest but you know better than that. begrudgingly you begin following her, but stop when the room starts to spin. natasha must notice it, because she turns around and puts her arm around your waist and your arm around her shoulders.

the walk to your room is silent, except for your giggles. you don’t really know what you’re giggling about, but she’s here so it makes sense to do so.

she helps you lay down on your bed and takes off your shoes. as she does so, you look at her. god, you love her so much. and god, you are doomed for life.

“you’re never gonna love me.” you blurt out. she looks at you and frowns.

“what?”

“you’re never gonna love me.” you tell her again, pouting. she waits until she’s tucked you in the bed to answer.

“of course i love you.”

“no.” you frown. “you don’t.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i’m so drunk.” you say out of the blue.

“come on, on your side.” you do as she says and position yourself on your side, so you don’t drown in your own vomit and die.

“you don’t want me to die.” you slur, almost asleep now.

“of course i don’t want you to die!” you open your eyes and look at her. she’s kneeling next to you on the bed and sorting out some pills for tomorrow morning. you’re most likely going to need them. she then puts them on your nightstand next to your water bottle.

“but you don’t love me.” you say again. she looks at you, frowning. you stare at her. her green eyes, so kind. her cheeks, you want to squeeze them between your fingers and call her cute. her eyebrows, so perfect. and her lips, god, her lips. they look so soft. you bet they’re warm to the touch. so kissable.

“you’re so beautiful, natty.”

she looks taken aback by that, but she quickly recovers and smiles softly.

“don’t try to sweet talk me into not being mad at you.”

“i’m not!” you protest. “you can be mad at me but you’re still the prettiest girl in the world.”

“you’re drunk.”

“and you’re beautiful.”

she says your name softly with a smile on her face.

“get some rest, detka.” her hand is softly combing through your hair.

“i love it when you call me detka. did i pronounce that right? probably not.” you mumble. she chuckles.

“you pronounced it right.”

“nat…” you say.

“what?”

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“no.” you pout. “don’t lie. it’s not nice.” she stops caressing your hair and frowns.

“what is it with you today? of course i love you.”

“no, nat. i love you love you.”

“i love you love you too.” she tells you.

“i love you like i wanna kiss you love you not you’re my best friend love you.” she blinks at you. for a bit she doesn’t say anything. then she briefly shakes her head and sighs.

“you’re drunk. you should get some rest.” your heart breaks. she doesn’t love you like that. you should’ve known. now you’ve ruined everything. tears begin welling up in your eyes and it isn’t long before you’re crying.

“hey, hey- don’t cry.” she tells you as she wipes your tears with her thumb.

“i told you you didn’t love me.” she says your name again and takes a deep breath.

“you’re not gonna remember this but- if you do, we’ll talk in the morning.”

and then she leaves. tonight you are crying yourself to sleep.

\\\\

you open your eyes and stretch your limbs. then, you sit up and immediately groan. the most violent headache is currently splitting your mind into two. what possessed you to drink so fucking much? oh, natasha romanoff and her stupid beautiful self. and seeing her with another man, that definitely didn’t help.

you tsk and roll your eyes.

what even happened last night after you got hammered? how did you even get up to your room? did sam bring you here? did nat? no, she was too busy with someone else.

a knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts and you tell the person to come in, and even though it comes out more as a mumble, they seem to understand, because the door opens. there, standing in all her glory, is natasha romanoff herself, accompanied by a small brown bag and a coffee, you notice after a bit.

“hey.” she greets you from the doorway.

“hi.”

“i brought you breakfast. figured you might wanna eat before taking an aspirin.”

“thank you.” you tell her and she nods awkwardly. then, she approaches you and sits down on the bed in front of you while your back is against the headboard. “did sam bring me here last night?”

“nope. i did.”

“oh… thanks natty.” she swallows and gives you a small smile that actually resembles more a wince than anything else. weird.

“so… did i do something embarrassing? please tell me i didn’t try to strip on top of a table or something.” she chuckles and shakes her head.

“you didn’t try to strip.”

“but did i do other embarrassing things?” she opens her mouth to speak but then, surprising you, she pauses and abruptly shakes her head. oh no. what did you do that is making her act so strange? you try to remember. you saw her dancing with that man and decided to get drunk. she says she was the one who brought you to your bedroom so something must’ve happened here. did you puke all over her or something? or even worse, did you admit your feelings? your eyes widen. oh no. oh no, oh no, oh no no no. that’s exactly what you did, you goddamn idiot! you remember now. you told her you loved her! you told her you wanted to kiss her! of course she’s being weird!

“nat-“

“you don’t have to say anything.” she cuts you off.

“i really wish that was the case cause i’m really fucking embarrassed but- i need to say something.”

“we all say dumb shit when we’re drunk.”

“i said the dumbest shit i could’ve ever said.” you deadpan. for a second you see a flash of hurt in her eyes, but it’s gone as soon as it appears. could it be that she- no, no, she didn’t feel that way about you.

“nat-“ she puts her hand up.

“don’t need to say anything, i’ll just forget it happened.”

“but nat-“ she says your name again, almost begging.

“please, just drop it. i get it, you didn’t mean what you said. it’s okay.” you open your mouth to say something but then you close it and frown. did she think you didn’t mean what you said? that’s why she wanted you to stop talking about it? because she wanted you to mean it?

“i-“ you look at her with wide eyes. this is it. you’re gonna tell her in the most beautiful, poetic way that you- “i hate men.” what? the redhead frowns. “i meant, i- ugh- i hate men but i especially hate them when they’re dancing with you.”

“what?” she asks now, seemingly confused.

“i saw you dancing with that guy last night. i got- ugh i’m so dumb- i got jealous. i got jealous cause i’m in love with you and… and i want to be the one who dances with you like that.” natasha does not say a word. you simply continue, because of course once you’ve started you can’t stop. “i’m so in love with you nat, i- you are literally my favorite person in the world. you are so smart and funny and kind and strong and- you can totally slap me and never talk to me again but if this is the last time we’re gonna speak i want you to know that- that i love you with my whole heart and i will always love you.” for the first time since you’ve met her, natasha romanoff is speechless. you don’t know if it’s because she’s desperately in love with you too or she’s simply thinking of different ways to kill you and get rid of your body. you really hope it’s the former. “um- could you- could you say something, please?” she blinks but still, nothing. god, you broke her. “nat- i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have-“ and she’s kissing you. natasha’s lips are on yours and you’re in heaven. or something above heaven because this is simply too perfect, too beautiful. she moves against you, softly, so softly, as if she’s afraid to hurt you. your arms are glued to your body and hers are too. almost as if you were scared to break the spell if you touched each other. the kiss is gentle, sweet, but it sends a shock through your body. you’ve never felt like that. kissing was simply not that interesting to you, but now you understand why people in romantic movies do it so often. natasha’s kiss is healing every broken bone inside your body, it’s like a cure, fixing, mending. but unfortunately, it ends all too soon. when she pulls away you let out a soft whine and she chuckles, almost making fun of you. you lay your forehead on hers and you both breathe in deeply. then, you open your eyes to find that she’s already looking at you.

“so, does this mean you love me too?”

“oh no, that was a platonic kiss.”

“natasha!” you whine and she shuts you up by placing another kiss on your lips.

“of course i love you detka. i’ve loved you for so long.”

“i wasn’t even sure if you liked girls.” you tell her as you lift your hand and caress her face.

“i wasn’t either but then…”

“then…” you raise your eyebrows.

“this beautiful girl showed up in my life and i couldn’t help but fall in love with her.” your heart takes a leap and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac.

“what an amazing girl.” you tell her.

“the best.”

“i love you.” you kiss her again. “i’m so happy i think i’m gonna vomit rainbows.” natasha lets out a laugh.

“don’t vomit on me or i’m kicking your ass.” you pout at her.

“you wouldn’t.” she looks at you, serious for a moment. then, she breaks into a smile.

“i wouldn’t.” you laugh breathily and purse your lips.

“i can’t believe i started this whole confession by saying i hate men.” the redhead laughs.

“i can’t believe you said that either.”

“hey!” her shoulders shake as she laughs. she looks so angelic when she’s happy. you sigh softly, dreamily. you might hate men, but you sure as hell don’t hate natasha romanoff.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Female Goku with Yandere Thor, Lu Bu, Jack, Buddha, Hercules, Poseidon, Loki, Hades, Raiden, Rudra, Hajin, Qin Shi Haung, and Platonic Shiva, Adam, Odin and Sasaki please?

She’s known to be pure of heart, very loyal to her friends, family and extremely protective of them to the point she’ll sacrifice herself to save others, but despite her godlike power she’s very humble and is willing to listen to others and help them as she’s the strongest in her Universe (And it gives her the chance to have a good fight)

Though she becomes enraged with the Gods tormenting/mocking humanity because they’re ‘weak’, and their plans to eradicate them is not happening, not if she can help it (She’s also very protective of Goll, calling it her ‘Parental Instincts’ since she reminds her of Reader’s son, who’s known to be easily scared and timid)

Imagine their jealousy when they discover Reader’s married, and to a man who’s much weaker than herself and even had a son (2 sons)

Reader will defend/save Humanity because she grew up as one of them, and wants to fights Zeus for killing Adam (She understood Humanity’s despair over their father and wants to avenge him, as she cried herself out of respect for Adam’s reasoning to fight for Humanity)

Reader will use her Super Saiyan Forms, but wants her opponent to reach their full power to fight (Brunhilde is annoying with this, but knows Reader will win)

She blows everyone’s minds when she uses something called ‘Dragon Balls’ to summon the dragon Shenron and wishes everyone who died in Ragnarok back to life

But despite her power and strength she prefers to live a simple life in a small house she built in the wild where she grows her own crops, hunts her own food and trains (Her humbleness and simple lifestyle is astonishing for someone of her power to have)

-Nobody could understand it, how could someone so breathtakingly powerful be so humble and enjoy a simple, quiet life?

-You were so powerful, but so gentle at the same time, so warm and pure hearted, you would help anyone if they would ask for your help, even if it was something as simple as carrying something heavy.

-You were as strong as a god yourself, being an alien, but you were raised as a human, and due to that, you always wanted to be referred to as such, as a human, denying any and all offers of becoming a god.

-You were a fighter, loving combat, but sometimes your equality, wanting to fight on equal terms with all your opponents, was rather irritating.

-This was especially so when you fought for humanity, when you told Brunnhilde that you weren’t going to go all out right away, as you wanted your opponent to be as strong as possible- going all out themselves.

-However, that’s something that Brunnhilde liked about you, you always gave it your all, but you wanted the same from your opponent, because you wanted to push yourself.

-You were the last fight of Ragnarok, everything was tied up and everything was riding on this battle, however, despite humanity’s survival riding on your shoulders, you weren’t nervous in the slightest. You were excited!

-Your partner Valkyrie was Goll, whom you instantly bonded with when the two of you were introduced, she reminded you so much of your oldest son, who was shy and a little timid.

-Your parental instincts drove you to keep Goll safe, pushing yourself harder than you ever had to do before.

-Gods and humans were stunned when you transformed, transforming to a Super Saiyan, your dark hair turning golden in color and you just radiated power, and they became even more stunned when you transformed again, growing even more powerful with transformation.

-When your hair turned blue (I looked this up and it looks so cool!!) your opponent was stunned but so grateful to have the chance to fight someone like you.

-You charged an attack your martial arts teacher taught you, the Kamehameha, and with it, flashes of each of the human fights who fought before you, both who lived and died, who gave their all to defend humanity!

-Your eyes snapped open as you launched the attack as your opponent charged, taking it head on.

-When the dust cleared, you were back to normal, panting heavily, you were the one left standing and humanity were quickly cheering, so many in tears, celebrating your win and their survival.

-Some gods were upset that they lost, wanting to just get rid of humanity, but many others, the ones who fought, the ones who lost loved ones, defended humanity, you all fought hard.

-Zeus asked you if there was anything you wanted and you immediately beamed and ran over to your husband, a meek looking man, who was holding your one-month old son while your other son leapt down into your arms.

-Your husband passed you something and you set up the Dragon Balls in the center of the arena and spoke, “Come forth, King of the Dragons! Grant my wish pretty please!!” the sky went dark, as if night fell and from the Dragon Balls came a massive green dragon, who was surprised to see you again, “Y/N, you have summoned me once more. What is your one wish?”

-Without even hesitating you grinned brightly, holding your son on your hip, “I wish for everyone who was killed in this Ragnarok Tournament be returned to life!”

-Jaws dropped, stunned by your selfless wish as Shenron bowed his head, “It shall be done.” And with it, he glowed brightly before disappearing in a cloud of golden colored glitter, and from that glitter, each person who was killed, including Red Hair, Chen Gong, Lu Bu’s army, and all the Valkyries, were returned to life.

-They were stunned, finding themselves back alive as you grinned brightly at them, “Welcome back!” before the stands went wild, families and friends being reunited.

-Many of the gods were grateful to you, for your wish, you could have wished for just the humans to be returned, or for the gods to be wiped out, but you brought everyone back, giving them this second chance in Valhalla.

-Zeus approached you again, after he hugged all of his family members he had lost, glad to have them back, “You have my thanks, Y/N. Do you have anything that you want as your reward for winning?”

-You grinned warmly at him, “I wouldn’t say no to a feast, but I’m good, I got to enjoy a fun fight and everyone has their loved ones back. Now I get to return home with mine.”

-You were so humble, content with your simple life, farming and hunting for your food, happy with your family, but many were stunned that you had a family- you had two sons!

-You didn’t feel the irritated and wanting eyes as your husband approached, your baby crying loudly and him doing nothing to calm him and you took him into your arms and your baby was quickly calmed down.

-You just laughed softly at your husband who almost seemed annoyed that your baby was crying, but that’s what babies do, they cry, and he probably had gotten scared from everyone cheering.

-The eyes watching you, seeing you being so motherly with both of your sons, your husband not bothering to help like you just hadn’t fought for your life, not to mention his life! They wouldn’t hesitate to help you if you were their loved one!!

-You were injured and Goll brought you to the infirmary to get patched up, but you didn’t seem too overly bothered by it.

-The elation on your face when you were brought to a massive room filled with all of the fighters and their loved ones, several tables filled with food you had sparkly eyes as you lifted your arms in elation, “Whoo-hoo!!” you really were too cute.

-Your husband didn’t want to stay for the party, finding it too loud, and since you were the reason for this party, you weren’t leaving. Many were angry and stunned, seeing your husband had left, leaving you with your kids, but you weren’t bothered, loading up a plate for both you and your older son, who was just as bright eyed as you and ate together while your baby was fast asleep in your arms, content in your arms.

-You grinned warmly as (God/Human) approached you, welcoming him kindly and he took a seat next to your son, who hugged your arm, feeling just a bit shy but since you were there, he wasn’t really scared.

-He was annoyed that your husband had just up and left your celebration party and left your kids with you on top of it, you couldn’t really enjoy your party to the fullest, but you didn’t seem bothered by it.

-He made no mention of your husband, hiding his anger well as he asked you about Shenron and your wish, inquiring why you had made such wish, to bring everyone back.

-Your bright grin made him feel so at ease, “Everyone deserves a second chance!” he was taken by your kind words, showing your kind soul to him, you really were an amazing person.

-He was intrigued by your immense strength, and if you ever faltered, you would just come back stronger and fight even harder. When he asked you for a match himself he couldn’t help but snort in laughter as you turned to him with bright, sparkly eyes, showing your excitement while your son smiled brightly, “You’re gonna fight again, mama?” A voice appeared behind you, “Not at the moment she’s not.” You all turned, seeing Brunnhilde there, her arms folded across her chest, a slight disapproving glare on her face. You and (Love) both deflated a bit, pouting lightly before Brunnhilde told you both that you needed to heal and rest first, which did make you excited that you were going to get to fight soon!

            -Lu Bu, Thor, Odin, Hajun, and Shiva

-You truly were an amazing person, kind hearted, strong willed, powerful, but also gentle as you cradled your baby close to your chest. He wanted to know, how on earth did your husband get a woman like you? You were perfect! He wanted to take you for himself, make you his wife, he would even be willing to take on your children as his own. He slyly inquired with you, “Where’s your husband? He should be celebrating your massive win!” you just smiled lightly, not looking bothered, “He didn’t want to stay, said it was too loud.” He frowned softly, “But it’s a celebration party, it supposed to be loud!” he needed to do something about your husband, and quick, someone as perfect as you deserved someone who would always support you. He was fully prepared to be that someone.

            -Hades, Poseidon, Jack, Raiden, Rudra, Loki, and Qin Shi Huang

-Grinned warmly down at your son, to not scare him, and seeing such a bright smile, your son calmed down enough to return to his massive meal. He grinned softly at the two of you, “You two sure do have healthy appetites!” you grinned softly, motioning to your baby, “All three of us actually, but this little one isn’t on food like us yet.” He laughed warmly, finding it amusing before he spoke, his tone hardening just slightly, “Why did your husband leave?” you noticed his anger and tried to wave it off as not a big deal, to stave off his anger, “I’m not upset, he doesn’t like doing things like this.” He scowled softly before he spoke, his eyes meeting yours, “But this party is to celebrate you and your win. You’re worth celebrating, no matter what!” his words surprised you but it made you smile warmly, your eyes softening, telling him that he was sweet.

            -Buddha, Hercules, Kojiro, and Adam

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror lu bu #ror thor #ror odin #ror hajun #ror shiva #ror hades #ror poseidon #ror jack the ripper #ror raiden #ror rudra #ror loki #ror qin shi huang #ror buddha #ror hercules #ror adam #ror kojiro sasaki

[married2myphone]

Chapter One: Who Did It?

Life As The Avengers' House Keeper

Pairings: Platonic! Avengers x Female Reader

Tags & Warnings: humour, fluff, found family

Chapter Summary: Ex-Hydra agent/Undercover Shield agent/Avenger turned house keeper, Y/n, spent the entire day picking up after the Avengers after they threw a party the night before. She was incredibly exhausted, and after making dinner, she was ready to just call it a day... Until someone decided not to follow the very simple rule of "Put used dishes in the sink after using them." Now Y/n was about to rain hell upon the Earth's greatest defenders.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/n: I don't usually write fics like this, but I'm a sucker for found family. Also, reader is really short cause I think it makes it funnier.

Tag List: @olsensnpm, @natasha-belova, @caroldanvers2

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The Avengers have gone through more than what any regular person could ever imagine. It felt as though everyday, they were putting their lives on the line to protect others, and they did it all with a brave face. Whether it be nazis, aliens, super soldiers; they defeated them all and saved the world more times than they could count.

They were heroes, the greatest hope of the Earth. There was nothing that could defeat them, and whenever they were brought down, they never hesitated to get back up. It was as if after everything they’ve seen, nothing could ever scare them anymore. In a way that was true. Very little scared the members of the Avengers. They almost feared nothing at all.

Except for one person.

“Who did it?” 

The Avengers were lined up in the middle of the living room of the compound. Some had their arms crossed with a defensive look on their faces, some were avoiding eye contact and moving awkwardly. Either way, they were all forced to face the five foot two woman in front of them who was close to losing her shit.

She had spent the entire day cleaning up after Tony threw a party last night, then she had to carry all that damn laundry to the laundry room, which for some reason, was on the other side of the damn compound; then do grocery shopping because their fridge was completely cleaned out for the week, then she had to fold and distribute the clothes; then she spent three hours cooking dinner.

All she had to do was set the table and eat, then everything would be done. She could sleep, and everything would be fine. It was an incredibly stressful day, she just wanted to get it over with. But of course, something had to be wrong.

There was a missing glass from the cabinet and that completely ruined the table set up. She couldn’t find it anywhere and she has told this team of knuckleheads thousands of times over that after using a dish, they put it in the sink. Not even the dishwasher because she didn’t trust them to organize it properly. Of course, they stayed stubborn, and normally, Y/n would let it go.

But not today. She was looking to beat some ass.

So there she was, standing impatiently in front of the world’s strongest heroes, threatening them with a slipper. Behind her was a table set with perfectly good food that was getting colder by the second.

No one was allowed to eat until Y/n figured out which one of them was guilty for leaving a glass out.

“Peter?” The boy flinched and almost physically jumped at his name being called, hesitantly raising his head and meeting the woman’s eyes.

“I won’t get mad if it was you. Just be honest.” She said in a calming tone, though her still gripping a slipper in her hand didn’t do much to ease Peter’s nerves.

“It wasn’t me, I swear. I always wash the dishes after I use them like you told me to. I even dry them and put them back in the right cabinet right after intsead of using the dishwasher because that wastes money.” Peter whined, still very scared as he eyed the slipper in the woman’s hand.

“Alright, I believe you. You can eat.” Y/n said with a sigh, and Peter let out a breath of relief, a smile coming up to his face as he happily left the line and went to the dining table where food was prepared.

“Sam, Bucky.” Y/n called out and Sam let out an offended grunt.

“Why are you asking us?” He asked and Y/n raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why are you so defensive?” She countered and Sam looked away guiltily at the question. 

“I can’t speak for Sam, but it wasn’t me. I have my own bottle I drink from. I never use the glasses.” Bucky said and Y/n stared at him down, trying to gauge whether or not the man was lying.

He stared back challengingly, though when Y/n tilted his head, he couldn’t help but clear his throat in awkwardness, his eyes going down to the floor. For such a stoic man who was known for his unwavering stare, it would be a shock to see him fall to the gaze of such a tiny woman. But it happened so often now that the rest of the team was used to seeing it.

“You can eat.” Y/n said and Bucky gave a grateful nod, walking over to the table with Sam trying his best to walk with him without drawing attention.

“Sam, you’re not off the hook yet.” Sam let out a groan, muttering about how it wasn’t fair as he went back in line.

“Rogers, you gonna diplomat your way out of this one?” Y/n asked, turning to the man who had his arms crossed with an amused look on his face.

“You saw me drinking earlier. You also saw me put the glass in the sink, so it wasn’t me.” Steve said, rather happy with his prepared alibi.

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t use a glass earlier. I see it all the time. Use one glass, put it in the sink, then take out a perfectly clean glass an hour later instead of using the one you already took. You’re not safe yet.” Y/n said, pointing the slipper at Steve who shook his head and raised his hands in defense. 

“Natasha-”

“It was me.” Bruce spoke up with a shaky voice, but Y/n didn’t move her eyes from Natasha.

“No.” Y/n said in response to the scientist who opened his mouth to retort.

“But-”

“Bruce, sit your ass down.” Y/n interrupted, tilting her head over to the table.

Bruce glanced between Natasha and Y/n before letting out a sigh and reluctantly making his way over to the table so he could eat.

“What’s your excuse?” Y/n asked Natasha who had a stone cold look on her face, incredibly unreadable.

“I don’t drink a lot of water.” Natasha said and Y/n narrowed her eyes at the woman.

“I know, which is why we’re gonna have a talk later about your health. Now, get over there.” Y/n said and Natasha let out a sigh before she went over to the table, mumbling about how she was in perfectly good health.

“What do you have to say for yourself, old man?” Y/n asked, turning to Clint who let out a tired sigh. The one time he decides to stay over for the weekend, and he was already in the middle of another issue.

“Look, I live with three kids and a wife who likes to have the house in a very specific way. If someone’s gonna misplace a glass, it’s not me.” Clint explained and Y/n narrowed her eyes at him before relenting.

“Fine, but only because Laura always talks about how great you are at home.” The words made Clint smile and he happily went to eat dinner while texting his wife and teasing her about what Y/n said.

“Thing one and thing two.” Y/n said as she turned to face the twins. Pietro was sitting on the couch, staring at the food impatiently while Wanda had a confident look on her face.

“I’m the most organized person in this entire compound, and you know it, Y/n. I would never leave a glass out. I even took out all the dishes from the dishwasher and put them all back in the right place while you were out.” Wanda said and Y/n smiled happily at the girl.

“I know you did, and thanks so much for that. Go eat.” Y/n said in a kind tone. Wanda sent a cheeky grin to her twin brother and flipped him off with both fingers before going over to the table.

Pietro rolled his eyes, about to flip off his sister back when he caught the glare Y/n was sending his way.

“Y/n. Beautiful, kind, talented Y/n.” Pietro said with a sheepish grin. 

“Did you leave a glass out?” Y/n asked, ignoring Pietro’s flattery.

“No.” The boy answered simply.

“I don’t believe you.” Y/n responded and Pietro let out a scoff, hands shooting up in disbelief.

“What do you want me to say? I didn’t do it.” Pietro said, but when Y/n showed no signs of believing him, he let out a huff and crossed his arms, pouting like a child.

“And then there were three.” Y/n said, looking at the remaining Avengers. Steve continued to look incredibly amused at the situation, Sam looked offended, while Pietro continued sulking.

“Time’s ticking, boys. They’re gonna finish all the food before I even think about letting you eat.” Y/n said, staring down the three.

“And what are you gonna eat, huh? You gonna starve like the rest of us?” Sam asked dramatically, pointing his finger at the woman who raised her eyebrow at it. Sam quickly put the finger down but continued his stance.

“I spent seven days locked in a cell with no food and water and still managed to survive. One night without dinner won’t kill me. Besides, I can cook whatever I want, whenever I want.” Y/n countered and Sam cursed under his breath.

“Damn, she’s good.” Sam said and Steve shook his head at the hilarity of the situation.

“Look, maybe depriving us of a meal isn’t the best way to sort this situation out. How about we discuss it formally over dinner like adults and get to the bottom of it there. You spent so much time making this dinner for us, Y/n. It’d be a waste if it wasn’t eaten by all of us.” Steve said, slowly approaching Y/n with his arms out.

“Kiss ass.” Sam muttered to Pietro who snickered. Y/n cleared her throat and glared at the two. Pietro slapped Sam’s shoulder to show that he was on Y/n’s side, but this only caused Sam to retaliate and the two began a back and forth fight of slapping each other, which Y/n rolled her eyes at.

“You make a very compelling case, Steve… But no, I’m standing my ground. Until you all learn how to follow the small amount of rules I ask of all of you, the next dinner you’re gonna be eating will be laced with poison.” Y/n said, pointing his finger and glaring at Steve.

“Hey, gang. What’s for dinner?” Everyone in the room turned to Tony who walked into the room. His hair was wet with a towel around his neck, and the man walked over to the water dispenser with an empty glass in his hand.

“What?” Tony asked, turning to the team with furrowed eyebrows when he realized everyone was staring at him in complete silence.

Y/n let out a deep breath from her nose, eyes closed as she tried to control her irritation. The Avengers watched with bated breath as Y/n went over to the fridge and pulled something out before going over to the pantry and pulling something else out.

She then walked back to Tony, snatching the glass in his hand while he was mid-drink, causing some of the water to splash on him.

“Hey!” He said in protest, but was cut off when Y/n shoved two things in his hand. 

He looked down to see a tiny tub of microwaveable rice, along with a can of tuna in his hands.

“Enjoy your dinner, Tony.” Y/n said with a menacing smile before turning to Pietro, Steve, and Sam.

“Go on and eat, you three. You’re gonna run out.” Y/n said and there was a pause before everyone went back to their business.

Sam and Pietro quickly went over to the table and Steve went over to the dumbfounded Tony Stark who was looking in confusion at his “dinner” before glancing over to the whole meal prepared for the rest of them. 

“You might want to go take a look at the rules list again, buddy.” Steve said, patting Tony on the shoulder before going over to the table. 

“Anyone who feeds Tony is eating canned food for the next week.” Y/n called out from where she was before entering her room, the slamming of a door ringing through the air.

Y/n let out a sigh and went over to her bed, reaching into her side table and taking out a tupperware of mini donuts before grabbing a remote and turning on the tv.

It was a known rule in the compound that no one was allowed to eat on their beds, but Y/n was an exception to all the rules. Not just because she made them, either. Y/n was the one responsible for doing everything around the compound, the rules were simply to make things a bit easier on her. 

If Y/n from a few years ago saw her now, she would think that she was some imposter and kill her on sight. But so much has changed during that time. From one of the best HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the field to the Avengers’ housekeeper. 

She went from having a kill count of over two hundred people during her first year as an agent with a ninety-eight percent success rate on missions at the age of nine, to doing the Avengers’ dirty laundry every Sunday. She used to be a high level threat and if she lasted long enough, she would’ve been an Avengers level threat too. But now she helps out Spider-Man with his Home Economics homework every other weekend.

Sometimes Y/n finds herself thinking “What the hell am I doing?” Whenever she remembers that she could very much kill everyone in the compound without breaking a sweat. But just as fast as that thought came, it disappeared with a mere shrug.

That life was way behind Y/n. Old Y/n would think she was completely humiliating and a disgrace to everything she worked for if she saw her now, but present Y/n didn’t give a single shit. She liked her life now, and she meant that.

She never imagined herself picking up after the Avengers who, surprisingly, were the most reckless people when it came to self care. But here she was now, and she wasn’t complaining. Well, sometimes she did complain, but overall, it wasn’t a bad time.

Y/n had originally met the Avengers when they were formed, save for Clint and Natasha. She’s been there from the beginning; undercover HYDRA agent posing as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was then chosen for the Avengers initiative. It was supposed to be easy. Act like a hero and get all the information she could on them to help HYDRA take them down, along with anyone else who got in their way.

But she was compromised. Emotionally, at least. Even though Y/n had too much pride to admit it out loud, they all knew it. She had grown fond of them and didn’t particularly want to see any of them die. So, she indirectly helped Steve with the whole HYDRA situation at S.H.I.E.L.D.

When they realized Y/n was a member of HYDRA all along, they threw her in a cell and subjected her to a bunch of questioning. It took a really long time to get everyone to trust her again, but she found her way. 

She ended up escaping her cell and went into hiding for an incredibly long time. Then the battle of Ultron came and she decided, eh, why not fight with them one last time against a bunch of murderous robots in a floating city? It was a good way to go.

But somehow, they all managed to get out of that alive. Realizing that Y/n really was a changed person, the Avengers decided they could keep her around. It was clear that she wasn’t the same person she was before and had no intentions of breaking their trust again.

They had offered Y/n her old job as an Avenger once more, and after thinking about it for a while, Y/n realized that she didn’t want to go back to fighting. The battle in Sokovia was more than Y/n ever bargained for, and she really was prepared to die then.

Y/n knew that if she stayed with the Avengers, things would be just like that, if not worse, and Y/n was tired. She had spent her whole life fighting; raised from the ground up to be nothing but a soldier meant to be ready to give up her life for a cause she never believed in.

But she didn’t want to leave them either. That time she spent laying low was one of the loneliest times in her life. The Avengers taught her what it meant to be a human instead of a weapon, and she owed them the world. She just wasn’t ready to pay that debt through more years of fighting.

During that time on the run though, Y/n learned one thing. She was damn good at housework. She had to keep herself occupied during that time alone, and Y/n spent most of it learning how to cook, clean, and everything else. It was relaxing to her because it kept her mind off of the bad things.

When the Avengers brought her to the new compound where there was always some new mess being made, Y/n felt like she was in a playground. So much to clean and Y/n was more than willing to do all of it.

Well, most of it. The compound was a huge place, Y/n wasn't about to clean all of that every single day. Even she had her limits. So they agreed to keep her services within the living area, and if Y/n was particularly bored, she could clean elsewhere if she so pleased.

Soon enough, it was decided. Y/n was going to be the Avengers’ housekeeper. They were a bit hesitant about it first. It didn’t really feel right to have an old member of the Avengers just clean up after them like a maid.

Though Y/n did threaten all of them that if they ever called her a maid, she’d kill them all in a heartbeat.

Years passed though, and Y/n continued being their housekeeper. Plus, the team grew and Y/n found herself a family. She was happier than ever, despite how annoying some of them could be. Being a worldly threat and deadly killer couldn’t compare to picking after these odd bunch of heroes.

Being the Avengers’ housekeeper changed her life for the better as she was introduced to things she never would have known had she stayed in HYDRA. It was no surprise that HYDRA didn’t care much for their agents. For a long time, she was living like a weapon and she never saw anything wrong with it, because she didn’t think there was any other way to live.

But then she became a part of the Avengers and they treated her like she was a real person. It took awhile, but the longer she stuck around with them, Y/n started believing that maybe she was human. She liked feeling human. She liked all the things the world had to offer, and she liked the feeling she got when she was around the Avengers.

So there she was, lying in her bed eating donuts while watching some children’s cartoons when just years ago, she was spilling blood without even a second thought. 

Life was good.

#avengers fanfiction #avengers x reader #mcu x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #clint barton x reader #bruce banner x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader

[animeyanderelover]

Uh I've been meaning to ask headcanon about hashirama senju being completely yandere for izuna and Madara little sister....but with a little bit spice that the reader is just a badass female Uchiha and would do everything for her dear brother thank you so much author San... always love your blog xoxo 💋

Senju x Uchiha dynamic is always really interesting to be honest.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess

Darling is Madara's younger sister

🌳Madara used to tell him often about Izuna and you as you two were the only siblings he had left. From his descriptions, Hashirama always imagined you as someone fierce and courageous, loyal and compassionate about those you cared about the most. Judging from the softer look on Madara's face when talking about his younger siblings, he knew that Izuna and you meant a lot to him. It wasn't until his father found out about his secret friendship with the Uchiha and wanted him to bait the young Madara that he met you for the first time as Madara's father also figured out the forbidden friendship. Children were used often in the war as a lot of people lost their lives yet he couldn't help but be shocked when seeing you inside an amor too big on your small build yet with a fierce and hardened expression as you clutched the katana inside your hands. A vivid image of his own brothers who had lost their lives as he looked at you and Izuna, begging silently to not let more young children lay down their lives.

🌳The conflict was avoided luckily although it came with the price of losing his friend who in return activated his Sharingan to protect his younger siblings. Years passed by for his clan and the Uchiha clan alike, years where the names Madara Uchiha, Izuna Uchiha and (y/n) Uchiha became widely known and feared as the three siblings were regarded as the strongest in the entire Uchiha clan. In a time mainly dominated by men in the war, you stood proud and tall as the feared Uchiha princess with your Katon so strong that it needed multiple Suiton users to put a stop to your ninjutsu even if your element should have been the inferior one. You were merciless and slaughtered everyone who got in your way as years of war and death had essentially numbed you yet you seemed to follow your own codex of honor. You never slaughtered children, even if they were from the Senju clan as you deemed them as not worthy to already lose their lives, a hidden pain in your eyes as you had lost a few of your brothers too at a young age.

🌳You were an enemy best avoided, had had a few clashes with Tobirama in the past where both of you were unable to kill the other. Yet Tobirama killed Izuna, one of the few family members that you had left and you broke down when he died with his last plead to not submit to the Senju clan. During the final confrontation where Hashirama begs you to stop as enough people have already lost their lives, you can't help but let your temper get the better of you, demanding the life of his younger brother as payback for the death of your own brother. It's the first time both of you have seen each other really again since that day so many years ago. Both of you have changed. He's become the head of his clan and one of the strongest warriors alive whilst you've grown into a battle-hardened and strong woman, scars littering your body and Sharingan activated as your hatred overflows in that moment. Hashirama looks at you, recalls how small you used to be and his heart clenches when he sees the clear pain in your eyes.

🌳When he offers his own life if it means that you two agree to peace to finally end this conflict that has both of your clans on the brink of exhaustion, you don't hesitate to dash to him, katana pressed against his neck. You know that his brother will kill you but you don't care. Losing without avenging your brother somehow would never give you peace even in the afterlife. Only when Madara tells you to stop, acknowledging Hashirama's honesty and sincerity, do you pull back. Peace is eventually made and Madara and Hashirama even build their own nation. You're not fully fine with forgetting all the hatred and suffering but are fiercely loyal to your last sibling so you follow along. You ignore and spite Tobirama and his older brother whenever you can though, especially the younger Senju sibling as he's the one who took Izuna from you. Hashirama is somewhat endurable although his goofy behavior at times annoys you, the only reason why you try to be respectful is because you know that Madara values him as a good friend.

🌳Looking on how you're Madara's younger sister, it's no wonder that Hashirama tries to get on good terms with you, especially since you hang a lot around your older brother. He knows that you're still sceptical and understands where your deep-rooted dislike comes as you lost one of your last brothers thanks to his brother. The tension between you and Tobirama could be cut with a kunai as Hashirama tries his best to do as much as he can to ease you two up a little bit. He constantly has Tobirama apologizing to you as his brother can't keep his sharp tongue from cutting you and you reply with equal hatred to the point where Madara has to hold you back from getting into a huge fight. You're quite cold around Hashirama, have ghosted him more than once which had Tobirama seething because of the sheer amount of disrespect but Hashirama laughs it off every time. His optimism sometimes scares you a bit as you're unable to comprehend how one man can act like nothing happened whenever you don't even listen to him and essentially make a fool out of him by doing so.

🌳A lot of effort from Hashirama's side and begrudging patience from your side, mainly because you know how important that man is to Madara, eventually allows you two to get on better terms. Obviously you don't reply with the same amount of energy or are as enthusiastic as Hashirama is but you can hang out and have a drink with him even when Madara isn't around and whilst you will still leave him alone when he becomes too much for you to handle, you listen to him more. You start acknowledging him and his sincere interest to care for the village and to keep everything peaceful so that no one has to suffer anymore. It doesn't mean by a long shot that you behave yourself when his younger brother is anywhere around and he doesn't put a lot of effort in either but you start warming up, something Hashirama is thrilled about. You're tough and a war veteran but Hashirama admires you as he also sees your loyalty and your gentler side although you express your love more in a tough way.

🌳One has to wonder when exactly his feelings started spiraling out of control as you two spend more time together although you still spend more time organizing everything inside the Uchiha compound and even teaching the younger generation. You're not honored as one of the strongest and smartest Uchiha warriors for nothing though as you recognize the worrying signs of a growing infatuation inside Hashirama as the lines between plantonic and romantic blur fast and cause you to abruptly pull back and distance yourself from the man. You're at an age where a lot of people have already tried to court you yet you have rejected every single one of them as no one has met your expectations. The eldest in your clan have gone insane by now as you have rejected every single one of the man they've chosen for you but they can keel over and die. You will choose the one you marry yourself and expect perfection from him as much as from yourself.

🌳You know that Hashirama is really strong and you search for that in your partner but you've never considered him as a potential suitor of yours. You like him but that's all and the thought of marrying him and having Tobirama as your brother-in-law makes your skin crawl. You're sure the younger Senju brother would feel the same and that would make it one of the rare times where both of you would actually agree on something. Unfortunately Hashirama is not very good in hiding his feelings for you as he often seeks you out. The Senju clan notices and Tobirama feels like he will rip his hair out in utter frustration and the Uchiha clan notices too, leaving Madara conflicted. On the one hand Hashirama is his best friend but on the other hand you're his younger sister and admittedly, he doesn't want Tobirama as a brother-in-law either. The eldest of both clans have rather mixed emotions about this too. Some reject this development, others seem a bit more interested. Especially the Uchiha clan might see a few opportunities since the Hokage tries to court one of their clan members.

🌳You won't be subjected to any arranged marriage nor will you be used as something the eldest can try to take advantage of, you make that much clear to everyone. You don't dislike Hashirama and if he fits your standard, you will consider him as a suitor for you but he has to earn your respect for that. That's how everything starts as Hashirama's heart soars when you tell him firmly that you will only tolerate him if he qualifies in your eyes. You make the decision here, not him nor any of the eldest from the clan. That doesn't mean that you've accepted him yet but his brain, by now pretty much riddled with pretty delusions, takes it. In the end he exposes himself as a lovesick fool who gladly trails behind you like a little duckling, something that half-amuses you and half-annoys you since you value your private time alone, something he has a hard time giving you. His whole clan and especially his brother can only grown in frustration as their mightiest member becomes putty in your hands.

🌳Hashirama starts courting you as you're showered with hair ornaments, clothes, jewels and bouquets of flowers he arranged himself. Some of them are genuinely pretty but you don't know what to do with most of those as you're still a warrior deep down and would be much happier about shuriken, kunai or a good katana. It's not like Hashirama doesn't know how you think but he wants to leave the past of wars behind. He's finally established peace with the help of Madara and everyone else and wants you to enjoy yourself. You're not weak by all means, he knows since he's seen you a few times on the battlefield himself. You're as deadly as you're beautiful yet he would wish for you to settle down a bit as he's aware that you still train a few hours a day intensely. When he's with you, he only pays attention to you and hangs on every word that you speak like a religious follower.

🌳You may or may not decide to give in or not to his courting, that's up to you. The man definitely worships the ground you're walking on and would be willing to do everything to make you happy. You can only give him your heart though if you know that your brother fully approves and he's at times a bit conflicted how to feel to the point where he interferes and squeezes himself behind you and his clingy friend to block Hashirama. You can expect Hashirama to beg his friend for approval at least once a day, something his clan and his younger brother scold him harshly for since he should hold his head high as the leader of the Senju clan and the Hokage of Konohagakure. It's not like he could force you into anything even if you were to reject him either. You're the sister of Madara who is very protective of you and are together with him in a very high position. To top it all, if someone were to force you into something you don't want to do, you'd slice their head off for sure.

🌳Honestly, it's initially all harmless for the most part as Hashirama is merely very clingy and obsessive. Surely he fully snaps when Madara abandons the village and you should decide to go with him as he's your only family left. Chasing after you two in desperation, going as far as kneeling down to beg you to not leave. He's established peace, a village, a safer world but yet his best friend and his love are about to leave. He will never feel fully content unless he has you by his side. Fighting against you and his best friend is bound to break him, especially when he gives Madara a lethal injury whilst you have to watch how your last family is taken away from you, resulting in a deep hatred against Hashirama. You could never love him again after this even if you did love him at one point in time and that shatters the man, knowing that you two are past the point of return and things will never be the same again. Instead of letting you go though, he confines you as his heart is unable to let you go leave him too. If he's unable to have your heart, he'll at least make sure that you're still in the village where you resent him until death finally embraces you. A truly tragic love story, wouldn't you agree, my dear?

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere hashirama #yandere hashirama senju

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 28 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 29

Summary : Loki knows how to get rid of Atrishia, you receive a call from Captain.

Warning: 18+, no Smut in this chapter, HUGE Canon divergence(Just me making shit up),sex, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, mention of physical and sexual assault, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki

When Loki returned to you he found you pacing in the room, you looked unwell to him as if you were suffering from a mortal illness of some sort.

"What is it, what is happening to me Loki..can you make me get in touch with Atrishia please? I need to see her or I'll go crazy" he sighed you blabbed without pausing for a breath.

"Sit down on the bed y/n" you stomped your feet on the ground like a petulant child and crossed your arms as you glared at him,

"You don't want me to see her do you? You are just jealous of how gorgeous she is" you let out a laughter to mock him so he sighed, your antics were kind of adorable though.

"I should film this..norns I don't have a phone" you continued to glare at him so he walked towards you and placed his hand on your shoulder to push you towards the edge of the bed, once he made you sit down on the bed, he placed his finger on your chin and made you look at him.

"Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me now?" He asked you sternly so you gave him a glare again.

"No..why should I ? I hate you so much Loki, I won't listen to the man that I hate" he sighed as you said that. That was the thing with this particular love potion, not only did it made one obsess over the person who had used the potion but also made them feel complete contempt and hatred for the person they were in love with previously. Her plan must have been to cause the reaction in him so he'd leave you and go to her, thankfully it didn't work on him.

"You don't hate me sweetheart, I love you, you are my best friend, I am yours, remember?" He cooed gently and your eyes teared up, you were trying to fight the potion mentally and you were doing so good because even the strongest of the gods could not survive the effects of it. Thor was the perfect example.

"Then why do I hate you now Loki, why do I hate my best friend?" You sobbed a little so he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss your forehead, your arms wrapped around his neck and as soon as his scent reached your senses you took a deep breath and all of a sudden you didn't feel so bad again, the closer he was to you the better you felt.

"What is happening to me lo, why am I hurting you like this?" He looked at you shocked as he noticed the tenderness in your voice, when he looked in your eyes he saw the same love and adoration he was used to seeing in you.

"You really do love me princess, you love me selflessly and wholeheartedly, this is sort of a miracle, no men or gods have ever been able to snap out of the effects of the potion without the antidote, but you can do it, how are you doing it?" He asked softly as he wiped your tears.

"It's just when you are close to me I don't feel so bad about you" he kissed you on the lips for a fleeting moment before he pulled away from you. The look was gone and replaced with extreme hatred towards him all over again, he waved his fingers and there was a vial in his hand filled with a greenish liquid.

"You are going to poison me aren't you? You just love killing people don't you" his eyes teared up as you said that, he knew you didn't mean any of it but it still hurt to hear you speak to him that way.

He grabbed your chin and made you drink half of the liquid and a few moments later the fog cleared and you looked around as everything got back to normal.

"Loki?" You looked at him so he smiled and his fingers brushed against your cheeks in a caressing manner "What the hell happened?"

"Love potion, the mead she brought with her was laced with the potion, she attempted to make me fall in love with her but sadly Thor and as well as you consumed the mead"

"Thor is in love with her as well?"

"For now yes, I need to go make him drink this before he does something really childish"

"Okay" he noticed the sullen look on your face and his heart clenched, he knew you'd feel horrible and slightly embarrassed about it now.

"I will be back soon, are you feeling alright?" You nodded as he questioned you. Once he left you stormed straight towards the bathroom and leaned over the toilet as you felt nauseous, once you were done hurling you brushed your teeth, took a shower and came back to the bed to lie down.

Love potions existed in other realms? How and why? How many people like Atrishia were misusing it? Your eyes welled up again as you thought about the things you had said to him while you were strung on the potion, how could you just hate him like that, how could you feel anything but love for that precious man?

You sobbed into your pillow until you fell asleep, the next time you woke you had his arm wrapped around you while he cuddled you, his eyes opened as he felt you moving, sitting up you moved away from him so he sat as well.

"Is Thor okay?"

"He is now, gave him the antidote. For a god he sure is lightweight darling" you smiled as he said that but he noticed the sadness on your face, you weren't even looking at him.

"Talk to me princess.. I'm right here" he whispered softly as one of his hands curled around your neck and he pressed a soft kiss on your cheek.

"How could I…just hate you like that lo?" You sobbed like a child and his eyes welled up at the sight but there was a small comforting smile on his face.

"You didn't, you did your best my sweetheart, you listened to me even when you felt such contempt for me, you came back to me even without use of the antidote. You, a powerless mortal, fought it better than the God of thunder could, you should have seen him, he was losing it completely" you chuckled as he said that but you still felt awful about it.

"I didn't mean anything i said lo..i didn't want to hurt you..you know that right baby" a small sob escaped your lips again.

"I know I know that okay? Come here" he pulled you on his lap and held you tightly in his embrace to calm your broken sobs, he despised seeing you this way. His hands caressed your back gently and he rocked you back and forth until the sobbing had faded.

"Why didn't it work on you lo? You drank the mead and how did you know what it was?" you asked him as you pulled away to look at him, you kissed his forehead and then his pretty nose before you pecked his lips, you just wanted to love him now after being so awful to him, you were immensely grateful the potion didn't work on him but you still wanted to know why.

"Well when I was learning about the different forms of potions and its effects from mother, it came up once and i remembered it, someone once had tried to use it on mother and she always warned me to look for the signs, she's the one who taught me to make the antidote"

"That is some witch shit" he chuckled as you said that

"It is a bit more complex than that, the realm of Vanaheim is known for dark magic and as soon as I saw the effect the mead had on you and Thor i just knew something wasn't right" he said.

"Why didn't it work on you?"

"I don't know but I guess my mind is too strong to be fazed so easily, why do you think it took Thanos a year to break me?" You placed your hand on his cheeks as you kissed him softly, a year of pain and torture, since the conversation he had with Atrishia and him telling you that he didn't remember the last two months made you wonder what kind of monstrosity they had inflicted upon him during that period, he didn't deserve any of it.

"Well I'm glad it didn't work on you lo, I can't imagine you feeling that way about me"

"Never have to worry about it darling" he smiled and it made you smile as well but your face fell again as you thought about the situation.

"I don't want her to stay here anymore Loki, I don't know what else she is going to do to you and I don't want her to hurt you in anyway "

"She can't hurt me darling but she did harm you and I won't let it go, nobody gets to hurt my princess like that" you let out a moan as he whispered in your ear then he pressed his lips on the side of your neck, sucking ever so gently. As much as you loved the sight of him being so riled up for you, you didn't want him to hurt her, you sort of understood what she was going through.

"Loki?"

"Mmm"

"I just want her to leave, nothing else, I do feel bad about her situation and I sort of feel responsible"

"You're not responsible for this darling"

"I know..I just feel awful..i have been in that situation and it's heartbreaking" his brows furrowed as you said that.

"Tell me about it so i would understand because right now I only feel this extreme anger towards her"

"You'd have to become my best friend and forget that you're my boyfriend for me to tell you this okay?" He raised his brow and sighed before he reluctantly agreed.

"Should you be sitting on my lap for that? Friends on midgard indulge in such a manner?"

"I'll pretend you're a girl, you're the prettiest thing to exist so that is not very far fetched " he rolled his eyes playfully as you said that,

"Fine..tell me the story"

"Well I'm not saying it's the same thing but when I was in the first year of college..there was a teacher of mine .."

"A teacher?"

"Mmhhm ..well it's not that I was completely obsessed with him..at first i didn't even notice him like I never noticed any other men out there" he chuckled as you said that

"What changed your mind about him?"

"Well I had a sexy dream about him, you know how dreams are sometimes right?" He nodded as you said that even though the thought of you having a sex dream about another man bothered him deeply, he kept it to himself, he was just your friend in the moment.

"I get that"

" After that dream I developed a tiny school girl crush on him, he was really soft spoken but he looked the opposite, very manly and rugged, he was a war veteran so he had that oomph factor going on for him where if you looked at him when he wasn't teaching or doing something else he'd just seem very tortured and brooding, staring into the distance"

"Did you always have a thing for the tortured ones?"

"Mmmhm maybe..okay stop interrupting me" you playfully slapped on his cheek and he gasped but didn't say anything "Good boy, okay so he obviously looked very sexy.."

"I don't like this story–" you pressed your finger on his lips as he spoke,

"Shhhh .. everytiime he looked my way i felt squeamish and nervous but also good in a way and i built this whole fantasy about him in my head"

"Still don't like it"

"Then I found out that he was married "

"That makes me feel better " you smiled as he said that.

"Everytime his wife would come around I just felt worse than before you know, I mean I had no right to feel that way but I still did.. it wasn't the fact that the man I fancied wasn't available, it bothered me of course but what irked me more was that some other woman was getting to live the fantasy I wanted to live"

"What is it that you're trying to say here?"

"I'm trying to say that you were engaged to this woman, she may have thought of you as her future husband, and I'm pretty sure she fantasized about you two ..you know..doing it..i mean look at you, you ooze sex from every pore of your skin" he shook his head slightly before he spoke

"Agreed but please do not put such images about her in my head"

"All I'm saying is, she may not have been in love with you but your death must have been heartbreaking for her and then seeing that you were alive and well must have brought that hope back and she came all this way only for you to tell her that you were in love with another woman must have been soul crushing for her, the life that she fantasized about was taken out of her hands by some woman she didn't even know existed"

He looked at you dumbfounded as you said that, he never thought about it so deeply, he didn't think Atrishia ever felt that way about him, the engagement was a political arrangement between the families but maybe you were right about all of this and he didn't want to be harsh to her, breaking her heart was the harshest thing he had ever done and that was saying something because he had done a lot of awful things in this long life.

"Can I be your lover again?" He asked you so you nodded and he immediately kissed you deeply and passionately, he did feel bad about her situation but it was the right thing to do, he knew he wouldn't have been happy with her, the only reason he agreed for the marriage was to gain the approval of his father, he was fortunate that fate drove him to you and he wasn't going to hurt you or allow her to do the same to you ever again, sure she meant no harm to you this time, the mead was solely for him to consume, but he knew very well that she won't hesitate to do so if she finds out that you were the one who had taken his heart.

She wasn't as kind as you were.

"You have the kindest soul of all, you know that?" He mumbled in your mouth and it made you smile.

"You deserve the best lo, i just want to be the best for you"

Loki knew he had to confront Atrishia so he went to her room and gave it two knocks, her chambermaid opened the door and bowed down at him which immediately made him feel off because she was just a mortal like you and Atrishia must have taught them to do it like this. As he went inside he found her sitting on the Ottoman in the balcony, she had a night gown on and was reading her book, as soon as she felt his presence she turned towards him,

"Prince Loki, what brought you to me?" He walked around the Ottoman that was set in the middle of the balcony, grabbed her book and sat down facing her, she had a smirk on her face, she knew what she had done and she was assured it had worked on him.

"What is your play here Atrishia?" She looked at him a bit shocked and confused as he said that. She was scorned by the rejection, he understood that but she had no right to do this, the love he didn't feel for her couldn't have been forced, not even through external forces.

"What are you accusing me of?"

"You know well what I am referring to, do you not?" She let out a small yelp in frustration.

"How could it not work? It worked on your brother"

"And what was your plan here? You wished to make us both fall for you and then what?"

"I only wished for you to fall for me Loki, you have no understanding of my plight here and how much it pains me to know that you aren't mine anymore" she huffed as she said that

"I may not understand that but you need to accept that i was never yours to begin with and I sure do know that a woman like you shouldn't be stooping to such levels. You are a princess and a reputed one at that, princes from other realms would get on their knees for you once they find out you're not bethroted to anyone" he stood up as he was starting to get frustrated by her childish play here.

"But I want you Prince Loki" she grabbed his hand and looked right into his eyes. She looked like a spoiled princess that has never been refused for anything in her life which might have been true in her case.

"Why? Where did this love come from all of a sudden? I remember our engagement very well, this is the longest we have even conversed with each other" he raised his voice and her eyes welled up even more.

"It was me, I pleaded with father for the compromise" He looked at her shocked as she said that "I saw you Prince Loki, on the battlefield, in Vanaheim, my sister couldn't take her eyes off Thor but I? I had my eyes on you since that very moment, I went to father and pleaded with him to ask for your hand in marriage because the moment I saw you I knew I'd always be in love with you Prince Loki" his eyes widened a little at the response, her voice sounded sincere and he wondered what would have happened if she had revealed this before, he was starving for love and appreciation and probably would have jumped on the chance to be fed with it.

"Why didn't you tell me then?"

"Because I wanted you to fall for me as well and I had hoped it would happen after the wedding but everything changed so suddenly and all of it was taken away from me" she started sobbing and he didn't know what to do to console her, a part of him didn't want to believe that she was truly in love with him but her emotions seemed genuine.

"I am not an Asgardian you must have heard" he told her stoically so she looked up at him.

"I did, I heard of your heritage"

"I know lady Atrishia that you are under the assumption that you are truly in love with me but it's mere infatuation, we have not spent enough time with each other to fall so deeply in love, what you experienced that day was perhaps lust, those feelings you had when you saw me were nothing but carnal, if you were to see my natural appearance i promise you wouldn't want me so desperately any longer" his eyes teared up as he said that, before he met you he never listened to his heart this way, was never in tune with his inner self but somehow you had evoked such senses in him, he just knew Atrishia wasn't in love with him, she was in love with his appearance, the appearance that wasn't his to begin with and was given to him to hide his true horrifying features.

"Show me then, show me your jotun side and see for yourself that my love will not waiver for you" she said proudly so he took a deep breath.

"I need you to leave Atrishia, right now, I need you to go and never think of me again" he unhooked his arm from her grip and started to walk away but she got up and followed him.

"What does this woman have that I don't, what other qualities does she possess that I do not Prince Loki?" She raised her voice so he looked at the two other women in the room and hinted at them to leave. When they left he turned to look at her and slowly morphed into his giant form.

Her face went pale and eyes widened in shock as he turned a foot taller, his skin went from the smooth blemish free texture to rough steel blue in color, his nose had become sharper and the burning ruby eyes made her take a step back, she placed a hand on her mouth as his flowing long hair disappeared and his bald skull protruded.

The tunic he had on was ripped to shreds, the pants barely hanging on his giant body. His skin was covered in elongated scales from head to toe and as he took a step towards her she took five steps behind until she was pressed against the glass door of the balcony. The fear was evident in her eyes and it made him chuckle.

"Are you not going to say anything now?" Even when he spoke his voice had gotten deeper and rougher than his usual soft tone.

"Prince Loki?" She mumbled in her mouth as if she couldn't believe it was him, as if he was merely Playing a cruel joke on her.

"I am here..this must remind you of the monster your mother warned you of since you were a child?" She started to weep again as he said that.

"You don't have to be this way, you don't have to look like this if you don't want to Prince Loki" she said in a comforting tone but it felt as if a hot sharp knife was plunged into his heart.

"I wish I wasn't like this but I am, this is who I am and I can not change that"

A few hours has passed since Loki has left to go see Atrishia, in the evening as you stepped out in the living room you saw the commotion there, every Avenger was there as they wanted to see off Lady Atrishia, you couldn't believe she was leaving. Thor was there too and he seemed sick but he didn't appear to be lovesick anymore.

You quietly walked towards Loki, he had an Asgardian tunic on which was different from the one he had on before.

"What happened? Why is she leaving? What did you say to her?" You whispered to him so he looked at you and smiled, you could see how upset Dalia seemed by the development, she was probably already on her next plan to introduce Loki as an Avenger to the public.

"Showed her my true self, scared her off quite a bit, she tried to convince me that I didn't have to look that way if I didn't want to but I shut her down"

You looked at him shocked as he said that, there was a small smile on his face but you could tell he was sad about it. He had a hard time accepting his heritage, he didn't need other people to affirm those insecurities too. Loki told you that the reason she didn't visit him when he had learned of his heritage was because she was afraid he would turn into a frost giant, later she had heard from the locals that Prince Loki looked nothing like the Frost giants on Jotunheim, he still had his long hair and his appearance was pretty much the same, he just seemed blue, when she proudly declared that she'd love him no matter what she wasn't really expecting him to turn into an actual giant.

She was leaving because he showed her how his real self looked? At Least you were right about her not actually being in love with him. You looked at him again and you knew you'd have to show him how much you adored his big blue side sooner or later, you knew you had to do something to take his mind off it and make him accept that he was beautiful no matter what, he was pretty because he had a beautiful soul in there that would never change, no matter how many shapes he change into, his soul would stay the same and you were in love with who he was and not what he was.

Before you could say anything to him or comfort him, you saw a man approach you with a phone in his hand so you grabbed it,

"Y/n? It's Steve" you cleared your throat as you heard Captain's voice.

"Hello Captain.. What can I do for you?"

"You have done enough y/n" you squeezed your eyes as he said that he must not have found Bucky, you were going to be in a lot of trouble.

"Found him..found Bucky, bringing him back to the tower"

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Note : Atrishia is gone atleast, sometimes people fall for the outer appearance and think they are actually in love. Smh . I mean i don't blame her for lusting after this

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[chxrryhansen]

Pairing: Sad!Steve rogers x female reader

Summary: Sirius, the brightest yet loneliest star in the galaxy.

Word count: 700

A weak person can always be spotted in a crowd, whether it's the builders on the subway with hands too tired to hold themselves up right on the journey home after a long day of work, or the bags and tear stains under the nurses eyes, concealing each and every secret the brain no longer has the capacity to handle, or the accountants slouched over their desks, faces in the palms of their hands, eyes squinting at the screens infront of them as they turn cloudy. However, the signs are more difficult to spot in those who believe being strong is their only choice.

Steve rogers was deemed as the 'Strongest Avenger' amongst his comrades, although tony would definitely have something to say about that if he was here. Due to his long hundred years of life, it seemed pretty obvious that after all those years of experience and change, most would have given up a long time ago, but not Steve Rogers. Steve had always kept up his golden boy status in public, not even a strand of his blonde, wispy hair out of place or pimple on his soft, creamy skin could take away his shine. He believed if people knew the real him, his reputation would suceed him if they knew the truth hidden behind his brave front.

Steve enjoyed sitting by the ocean, it helped that the cabin they had been hiding away from the world in was a short walk away from the beach. Water had always calmed Steve, he related to it in a way. Like a mirror, it has the ability to shows us what we cannot see in ourselves. The way even the calm and still ocean could turn in almost an instant to crashing waves, seeking destruction, it was almost human. Human like him.

"St-Steve?" Your voice called out, closing in on him.

He gave no response as he sat on the rusted bench amongst the pebbles and sand, staring into the sea. Almost as if he didn't even hear the voice calling his name.

"Steve" You said again, only when he felt your hand on his shoulder, caressing him gently did he turn to look at you. His eyes and nose were red and puffy, tears staining his cheeks. Your heart broke seeing him so distraught.

"Oh, sweetheart" you whispered, as you sat next to him, pulling him into a hug, as he accepted your embrace, his thick arms wrapped around your much smaller frame. His skin was cold and blistering, which was all you needed to understand that he had been out there for far too long.

"I'm so tired" he sobbed into your shoulder, your hair becoming wet with tears. You shushed his cries pulling him impeccably closer than he already was. You sat in silence for a short while, thinking about everything that led up to this moment, everything steve had been through and every decision he made that led to you.

“You know, Sirius is the brightest most beautiful star in the entire galaxy, yet the furthest from any connection to other life forms, deeming it the loneliest star to have ever existed” you whispered gently as he slowly looked up from your shoulder, his vision still clouded from the liquid drops of salted sadness.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore” you said gently. “I’ll always be here for you steve, no matter what happens, no matter how far from each other we end up, just look up to the night sky and you’ll find me.”

“I love you” he sputtered, his azure gaze blazing in admiration. “And i love you, forever and always” you repeated back, using your thumb to wipe his tears, caressing his milky skin. Kissing his soft lips faintly. Your other hand massaging his blonde locks as he curled into you.

The blue sky now turned black watched over you as you held each other, the pale moon shined down almost replenishing the light that had previously been lost. “We’re going to be okay, as long as i have you, and you have me, nothing in this godforsaken world can hurt us.”

AAH! my first ever fic! what do you guys think?!🥺 any feedback would be much appreciated whether its negative or positive!💞 please reblog and comment! Much love, cherry🍒❤️

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[hubristicassholefight]

Preliminary Round: One Piece

(The full poll will have two One Piece characters, both first and second place get in)

Propaganda below cut

Kikunojo

She’s a samurai and fights with a sword; tall trans woman <3

Legendary devoted samurai!; She's 2.87m tall, a time traveler, and not even losing an arm in the middle of the fight stopped her- she had it imediately cauterized and went back to the fight.

She's a lady samurai! Pretty and very skillful with her katana!

She is a samurai who was sent 20 years into the future to avenge the death of her lord; She’s so tall and canonically trans and I love her

She’s a badass samurai who fights for what she believes in and to help people. She is known as Kiku of lingering snow. She’s also canonically trans

She's a time traveling trans samurai, the only woman in a group of 9 legendary samurais; Her arm was chopped off by the biggest baddie so far and she continued fighting, isn't that badass?

One of the strongest samurai in her country; She's a trans icon

She is a samurai and a retainer for the Kozuki Family, serving as one of the Nine Red Scabbards, a group of samurai that protect the Kozuki family and their country. She's a very skillful samurai, and she and her group managed to delay and hold off the main villain of the arc, (which was an almost insurmountable task for even the main character) and survived the experience despite her horrible injuries.; She's canonically and openly trans! And she's gorgeous. And huge... She's 287 cm tall, which for the USAmericans in the audience is 9' 5". She's simply the coolest.

Listen I'll be real with you I haven't read/watched far enough to get to her in the story, but I've heard of her and she's cool. She's canonically trans and she uses a sword

Tashigi

One of the strongest swordswomen in the Marines.; She is like if Velma from Scooby Doo had a sword.

She’s a captain in the Marines who’s main goal is to find all the famous swords in the world and prevent pirates from using them for evil

she is a HUGE sword nerd. her introduction basically has her info-dumping on rare swords and being adorable. also a little pathetic but she’s trying her best and she deserves the world (and also a win)

Tashigi stands for justice as a Marine. She’s one of the few female swordswomen in One Piece. The biggest sword nerd you’ll ever meet, she’s obsessed with collecting rare swords.; She is the greatest weakness of the to-be strongest swordsman of the world.

Wants to find the legendary blades so they don’t fall into the hands of bad people

She is part of the marines, which are basically cops in the one piece universe which is :(. She is skilled enough to be a captain of a ship. She's a major sword nerd as she loves them supremely, to the point where official accounts shorten her name and signature to sword if I'm remembering correctly. Her goal is to find and collect all legendary swords and to keep them out of criminals hands. She is stated to have the demeanor and honor of a samurai, which shows how deep being a swordsman is to her character. She tries to fight against misogyny and prove her worth, even when people underestimate her.

Kuina

She was the best swordsman at her dojo even though she was only like 13. She and her best friend promised to become the greatest swordsman in the world one day, and she would have if she didn’t trip down some stairs and die young

She aimed to be the best swordsman but tragically died as a kid, becoming the drive of Zoro, one of the main characters

All she wanted was to be one a great swordsman but even though she was great everyone looked down on her for being a woman

She grew up with her father as the master of a dojo. She wanted to be a swordsman despite her father and others discouraging her because she's a woman and therefore weaker. She trained hard enough that she was the strongest in the entire dojo at age 12. Unfortunately she died by falling down stairs

Rebecca

She’s a former princess/gladiator fighting for her life in the colosseum on Dressrosa. Her family had a policy of non-violence, so while she has a sword and uses it well, she never attacks, only defends, and still wins every fight

Rebecca is a princess of the Kingdom of Dressrosa. Her kingdom was taken over by a warlord, and one of this warlords minions has the ability to turn people into toys and everyone forgets about the people who turned into toys. This happened to Rebecca's father, a former gladiator, who turned into a toy soldier. The toy soldier taught Rebecca how to fight with a sword, but in a way that wouldn't hurt anyone and she could still protect herself (because he didn't want her to stain her hands with blood like he'd done). Once people found out that she was the daughter of the king (who was literally used by the warlod like a puppet, because he has string powers), she was locked inside the colosseum of Dressrosa where she had to fight to survive. And she continued to fight exactly like the toy soldier had taught her, while the people in the audience verbally insulted her.

Amande

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/powerlisting/images/a/ae/Amande-slices-kingbaum.gif/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20180512173133 (If that doesn’t work, look up Charlotte Amande cuts kingbaum gif) anyway she’s tall and slices s l o w.

Lola

She carries 2 swords. Honestly she's not going to make it because she's such a minor character but I like her :) so I'm adding a submission she values her friends and takes debts and promises seriously, willing to put her life on the line and die with the people she stakes her fate on if they lose

#one piece #kikunojo #tashigi #shimotsuki kuina #rebecca one piece #charlotte amande #charlotte lola #poll #official #prelims #swordswoman showdown

[marvel-lous-guy]

*avengers arguing about who is the strongest*

Steve: come on! It's obviously me!

Tony: No way! It's definitley brucie bear or underoose!

Sam: oh come on, Hulk doesn't count!

Peter: Yes he does!

Tony: okay, okay. Lets settle this. Thor. Who, in your Godly opinion,  is the strongest avenger?

Thor: Why, I'd have to say lady Natasha!

Everyone: ...what?

Nat: Yeah, no. I appreciate it... but I'm definitely not stronger than Steve or Spiderman, let alone the Hulk.

Thor: well, in Asgard we find the female warriors to be the strongest! And as you say on Midgard. Heavy is the chest that wears the breasts!

Tony: oh my god

Rhodey: no, just no

Nat: that is- that is not the saying

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[talesofesther]

The shape of words on skin

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Nightly moments with Natasha.

Requested by anon: May I ask for a Nighttime fic with Natasha x Female reader who is an avenger? Something like, reader comes back from a mission. And it’s nighttime and the couple are getting ready for bed? Nat is very sleepy but wants to cuddle with reader. And it’s just a soft night routine thing happening with them. And Nat is being held by reader as they both start falling asleep, with maybe reader humming a lullaby for Natasha to relax with?

A/N: Yes, I wrote this one quite fast, but I felt like it deserved to be posted today. Short and fluffy <3.

Masterlist

You walked through the Compound with light steps, making as little noise as you could. It was late, very late; that's what happens when you come back home from a mission in the dead of night, just because you didn't feel like sleeping in a crappy motel.

The backpack slung over your shoulder felt heavier than it was ten minutes ago, you reached your bedroom door with a sigh of relief. Pushing it open gently, you were half startled to find your bedside lamp turned on.

Natasha was sitting on your bed with a book in her hands, the room was dark save for the light beside her. By the way her head was hanging low and her eyelids took great effort to remain open, you could tell she was exhausted. She was wearing a faded blue shirt and black shorts, her hair was down and quite messy, making you smile.

"Hey you, why are you still up?" You asked amusedly, dropping your backpack and closing the door behind you.

A faint smile appeared on Natasha's lips before she placed her book aside. She shrugged lightly, "I missed you."

You hesitated for a minute before making your way to her. Every time Natasha openly talked about her feelings your stomach filled with butterflies. You stood just beside the bed, silently admiring the way the orange glow of the lamp made Natasha's eyes shine.

This side of her was a privilege reserved for you only. She bit her lip, her hand moving along the mattress to faintly make contact with your knee.

With delicate hands, you cupped her cheeks, placing a kiss over her eyelids and then on her forehead and feeling the way she leaned into you. "I'll take a shower, and then we can sleep, okay?"

Natasha narrowed her eyes to you.

"I'll be quick I promise," you giggled.

And you were, you didn't take more than ten minutes under the warm water. After changing into comfortable clothes for the night, you were sliding under the covers.

The softness of the bed was heavenly, you huffed out a tired sigh. Stretching your hand, you turned off the bedside lamp, allowing the darkness of the night to engulf the room.

You felt a familiar pair of eyes on you, felt the warmth of Natasha's body lying just beside you. With a touch of your hand on hers, you whispered for her to come closer; she still needed a little push sometimes, you thought it was endearing.

Natasha cuddled up to you immediately, tucking her head under your chin and holding onto your waist with a firm grip. You held her back with the same lingering care, threading your fingers through her hair with one hand and drawing faint patterns on her back with the other.

You never spoke about the way she clung to you at night, or how you once heard her say 'love is for children'. You knew it was easier to bury the hurt under false truths, even if you saw how much she was hurting. But with each night she allowed herself to be here, you knew she was also allowing herself to take the comfort she once believed to be unworthy of.

Natasha's love wasn't ordinary either, it took practice to see it. But you learned to recognize. Through simple gestures and lingering touches, it was the strongest love you've ever been given.

The brush of her nose on your collarbone made you shiver, her breath warm against you.

You twirled a strand of red hair on your fingers, starting to hum the faint melody of a song you heard earlier this week. You felt the curve of Natasha's smile against you; she knew the song, she was there with you in the kitchen when it played.

Her steady heartbeat matched yours, she leaned on you as sleep started to take over. Her lips brushed your skin, you could feel them moving.

You kissed her hairline, whispering back the same words which you felt the shape of on your skin every night before you drifted off to sleep.

"I love you too."

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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[demie90s]

The Ultimate

Shuri x Fem!reader

Warning: None. Like 840 words

Part 1

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East of Wakanda a Tribe living only out of Vibranium, however only 2 left made fully out of the source. Queen Hadi and her husband and King Malik. Together they had only one child.

This child came to be be name Princess Y/fn of the Adamma tribe. Better known as the lost tribe of Marrakech.

Born October 10th, 2004. The strongest beings in the world. Born with multiple powers that she had to train everyday , but babies don’t know how to control things.

Willingly at least.

Telekinesis, Hydrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Geokinesis, and Super Strength.

At 5 she was excepted to learn seven languages at the same time. Was this easy on a child no…of course not. But she did surprisingly well, and by 8 she knew…

- Kech ( Mother tounge ) not counted

-Spanish

-English

-French

-Russian

-Korean

-Japanese &

-Xhosa

At age 9 Y/fn made such advanced technology they created a passage to the quantum realm that only they have access to making them the first of human kind to start civilization there.

At age 10 her mother wanted her to experience the best of life. She thought training her so much at a young age would create a cold blooded killer. Working around chemicals all day didn’t help either.

So they was sent on a trip to North America. Specifically the US. She grew to hate how self centered the people were.

How they consistently harmed their own kind.

How lazy and unfair their laws where.

This did take a toll on her causing her to see how the world really works. Her own people being murdered and mistreated. She does not smile often and has been taught to show no emotion but she could not help but to feel constant aching in her chest when these things happen.

At age 13 they returned home and continued to train. This did not surprise her mother. She was only there for 3 years.

But one day in the US can make you want to blow your brains out.

At the age of 14 she started to perfect her powers. This was not a must but purely for fun. Best part about made of Vibranium is you technically can’t die.

Brute force is one way to destroy the metal, but only if one possesses the strength of a god.

By 15 she was titled The Ultimate by her mother, her father, her people.

Her parents didn’t want her to waste away being that nothing was after them. So they did something.

At 16 the Avengers recruited her.

This can happen if you have an exceptional power or skillset, and happen to catch positive attention from a current member. But in her case her parents made them.

Not that she had a problem with it but come on. Going out and saving people willingly was in no way shape or form better than staying home in her comfortable bed.

Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Spider-Man, Nebula, Rocket, Captain Marvel, Okoye, Black Panther, Ant-Man and more.

Her favorite being Okoye & Black Panther. She considered them ‘her home away from home.’

Okoye is an skilled martial artist and master of staff and spear fighting. She carries a specialized vibranium spear, capable of collapsing into a handle for quick concealment.

A weapon traditionally wielded by members of the Dora Milaje. An elite group of warriors who serve as the all-female special forces for Wakanda.

They also serve as the Black Panther's personal bodyguards. Also known as Prince T'Challa the King of Wakanda and the eldest child of T'Chaka and Ramonda.

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She loved the thrill fighting gave her but before she returned back to her home Prince T’Challa suggested that she goes back with them because they wanted some new weapon ideas and he wanted her to be there when he was crowned king.

To which she agreed. She was going to come back even if she hadn’t to check out some of their technology.

When they landed back in Wakanda she was introduced to The Princess.

Possessing one of the most brilliant minds in the world. Princess Shuri, she also the chief science officer for Wakanda, a position she cherishes much more than her royal status.

“Hello I am y/fn Adam- ” You began quickly getting cut off making her stand with wide eyes.

“I know- I am sorry it is just that I am a huge fan. I have never met anyone made out of Vibranium this is so cool.” The Princess said quickly.

You smirked.

‘Praise kink is on 100’

“I am a big fan of you to. I heard about your Vibranium Gauntlets and theyare absolutely amazing.” You say in awe.

“What a cute little nerd moments they are having.” T’Challa said out loud earning a quick slap to the arm from his mother and a chuckle from Okoye.

You looked around the beautiful land as they spoke. “Could I show you some of my new inventions. I could use an smart persons opinion.” Shuri asked.

“Of course” You replied waving at the others while she held other hand leading you to her lab.

That is where it all started.

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#wakanda forever #shuri x black!reader #shuri imagines #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x black reader #shuri x black female reader #wakandans #tchalla x fem!reader #shuri udaku #king of wakanda

[heavenboy09]

5 Years Ago Today, On March 8th, 2019

MARVEL STUDIOS PRESENTS

THE 1ST FEMALE SUPERHERO MOVIE 🎥 OF MARVEL COMICS

HAS ARRIVED.

THE EARTH 🌎 AND THE UNIVERSE 🌌

HAS A NEW CAPTAIN

SHE IS 1 OF THE MOST POWERFUL MARVEL SUPERHEROES OF ALL AND SHE IS HERE TO STAY.

SHE IS FIERCE

AGILE

BRAVE

DAZZLING

&

ABOVE ALL ELSE

A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH

CAPTAIN CAROL DANVERS IS FROM THE PLANET EARTH 🌏 🌍 🌎

BUT AS HER STORY BEGINS THERE

HER REAL JOURNEY BEGINS

IN THE VASTNESS OF THE UNIVERSE

TO THE PEOPLE OF EARTH 🌎

SHE WILL ALWAYS BE CAROL DANVERS

BUT TO THE UNIVERSE 🌌

SHE WILL SIMPLY BE KNOWN AS

Captain Marvel

HIGHER, FURTHER, FASTER ..... 🌌

HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY TO MARVEL STUDIOS

CAPTAIN MARVEL 👱‍♀️🦸🏼‍♀️⭐🌠✨🌌

THE STRONGEST AVENGER IS HERE 🌠

#CaptainMarvel #CarolDanvers #BrieLarson #HigherFurtherFaster #TheStrongestAvenger #MCU #MarvelComics #MarvelStudios #WomensHistoryMonth #HerStories #internationalwomensday2024 #WomanPower

#Captain Marvel #Carol Danvers #Brie Larson #Higher Further Faster #The Strongest Avenger #MCU #Marvel Comics #Marvel Studios #Women's History Month #Her Stories #International Women's Day 2024 #Woman Power #Spotify

[doudouneverte]

Spacegirl and Doubts | VW 2023 (d-two)

a/n: day number two of my valentine week fics, happy valentine everybody and i use this post to let you know there will be a lot of carol danvers x sister!reader fic in the next month (i have few ideas but don't hesitate to request some). I'll see you tomorrow for [K.D]

*not my GIF*

Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Summary: you wait your girlfriend almost all the night before reveived a call and made your way to the Avengers' compound

Type: Fluff

Warning: Nothing

word count: 971

day one | day three | day four | day five | day six | day seven

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'Hey babe, sorry i had to go, but i promise i'll be here before tuesday'

She texted you that the last Thursday, today was Tuesday, you waited on your couch, you wore her favorite dress, you spent a lot of time doing your make-up, and you made her favorite food. You knew saving the world was more important, but that was not easy. It was the third Valentine's Day, and she couldn't be here with you. You were about to clean everything and go to bed when someone called you—it was Steve.

"Hello?"

"Y/n, it's me. We have a problem; your girlfriend got hurt in the mission. Don't worry, she's safe now, but she needs you, so if you can…" You didn't let him finish; you grabbed your keys and ran to your door.

You were on the road and started to think. You wished she was alright. He said she was safe now, but usually they don't call you, so it should be serious. Before you could think more, you were at your destination. You jumped out of your car and rushed indoors. Natasha was here to lead you into the med bay. When you saw her, you were almost falling apart. She looked so fragile, but when she heard you, she opened her eyes.

"Honey, I'm home," she said tiredly. You sat next to her and ran your hand in her hair. "I promised you I'd come today." She gave you a weak smile.

"Yeah, I know you never broke your promise," you said, and you kissed her forehead.

"You'll never guess what happened," she said, and you frowned your eyebrows. "There was a woman back there," she started, and you started to worry, you knew how she was before you two started dating: "she could change into anyone, and she tried to trick me; she changed into you." She explained, and your eyes were open wider.

"And what did you do?" you asked her.

"I will not lie; at the beginning, I thought it was you; I missed you so much, and she just looked like you," she said, and you felt some anger grow in your heart, but she continued, "and when I wanted to talk with her, she was so mean. "You saw her tears started to fall on her cheek "she said something" she paused herself "she said she never love me, she said i didn't deserve her love, i was not worthy to be with her, to be with you" She started to cry, and you hugged her, and when you wanted to comfort her, she added, "She said you hate me"

The last sentence broke your heart. You knew your girlfriend always acted like the strongest woman in the world, but she had this insecurity about not being worthy to be loved and about being hated by the person she loved. That's why she was a fuckboy and never started a proper relationship before you. But when she met you, she thought more about it, and you promised to always love her despite the fact she was usually in space and didn't always come back for special days like the last three years during Valentine's Day.

You pulled her away, you cupped her cheek, and you focused your gaze on her eyes. "Hey babe, look at me." She looked at you, and just with the little flinch of her hand, you knew she was thinking about the other girl again. "It's me right now. Hear me out, I love you more than anything in the world, and you are more than worthy to be loved by me or anyone else. I know you are always busy with your work, but it's alright, I'll always love you, Carol. You are my love. Do you hear me?" She nodded, and you pushed your lips tenderly against hers before pulling away and looking at your coat. "Okay, I planned to do this at home, but if I don't do it here, I don't know if I could do it at home." You reached for your coat, opened your pocket, and pulled out a little velvet box. "Carol, you're the first and only woman who I want to spend my life with, even if you disappear in the night to save the entire galaxy. You're kind, beautiful, smart, and pretty badass. You're all I want; you're the only person I want to love, so Carol Danvers, will you marry me and make me the most happier woman who lives in the galaxy?"

Her eyes were full of tears now. When she came back, she was afraid not only because she missed your night but also because she thought that what the woman said was true, but right now you were proposing to her. She didn't know how to manage her feelings; she couldn't find the word, so she just nodded frenetically.

You put the ring on her finger and kissed her again. "I love you; don't let anyone in the world make you doubt it."

"I love you too, Y/n." She hugged you and said, "I love you so much. Thanks you for all."

A few minutes later she was exhausted and fell asleep, and the next morning when she woke up, you were not with her. She thought it was a dream until she noticed the ring and the tears were here again. She couldn't believe it. She was so focused on the ring that she didn't hear you when you came back "Hey honey, did you sleep well?" you asked, and she looked at you.

The blond didn't answer your question and just stood up, made her way to you, and kissed you. "I love you so much," she whispered near your lips, and you smiled.

"I know you spent the night reminding me that."

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#carol danvers #carol danvers x fem!reader #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers x female reader #captain marvel x you #carol danvers x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #valentine day #valentine week

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 1- Where it all Began

(Natasha x female reader)

Trigger Warnings: PTSD, Trauma, Abuse, Death

(Reader struggles with ptsd flashbacks from her traumatic childhood. Natasha helps the reader process her trauma.)

You did your best to cover up the dark circles under your eyes with makeup. When the team asked why you had been spending so much time in your room, you chalked it up to being on your period. The guys accepted your answer but Natasha would eye you skeptically with every excuse you gave them.

The dark thoughts cloud your mind as you sit and stare at the pictures on your bedroom wall. The smiling faces of yourself seem so foreign and strange. When was the last time that you had truly smiled?

You shivered as you pulled the blankets closer to your frail body. Now that you think about it you hadn’t been eating much. It’s like you have been stuck in a dissociative cycle.

You jumped when you heard a knock at your door.

“Y/n, it’s me Natasha.”

Looking around your messy bedroom you let out an exhausted sigh. When did things get so messy?

“Hold on.” You said as you tried your best to clean up. Before opening your door you looked in the mirror and did your best to fix your makeup.

You cracked the door open and gave your best smile. “Hey.” You said as sweetly and normal as you could manage.

Natasha could instantly tell that you weren’t okay. “We haven’t had a movie night in a while and I was wondering if maybe we could?” She suggested more than asked as she made her way through your door.

You panicked a little as she made her way into your dark and messy room. Usually your room was clean, and comfy. You always had candles lit and you usually sat and played Animal crossing or Stardew Valley when you weren’t on missions. Instead the tv was off and covered with dust. There were no candles lit and your bed was cold and unmade.

“Ugh, you know tonight’s not a great night. Maybe some other time.” You said as you fidgeted with your hands as you avoided making eye contact.

Natasha walked closer to you as she slowly and gently placed her hand on your cheek. “Y/n, don’t shut me out. What’s wrong?”

Before you can stop yourself tears fall down your cheeks and land on her hand. “Please just go.” You say in barely a whisper as you try to move away from her touch.

You felt like such a weak burden for falling apart in front of the strongest woman you had ever known. The woman in front of you had survived the literal red room and here you were barely able to cope with the trauma of your childhood.

You stopped in your tracks when you felt two strong hands grab you.

“Y/n, I’m not going anywhere.” The redhead said as she pulled you into her arms. She felt her worry grow as she felt how much smaller you were in her arms.

As soon as you were in her embrace the sobs you were holding onto came crashing out as your body shook uncontrollably. The lack of eating, and sleep had finally caught up with you as your body collapsed into hers.

You could feel your own warm tears falling down your face as your vision grew darker. You could hear Natasha talking to you, but you were too tired to respond.

“Y/n! It’s going to be okay my love.” She says as she quickly picks up your unconscious body. “Friday. Alert Bruce that I’m bringing y/n to med bay.”

The A.I. quickly responded, “I’ve alerted Bruce and Dr. Cho.”

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“Please wake up y/n, I love you. I can’t lose you.” Natasha said with tears in her eyes as she held your hand.

You had been unconscious for days. Dr. Cho and Bruce had said that your body was in the beginning stages of shutting down due to lack of sleep, eating, and being extremely dehydrated. The other avengers had come to visit you, they blamed themselves that they didn’t catch on that you were in a dark place mentally. Natasha never left your side despite the others offering to stay with you.

A whimper left your lips as you fell into another ptsd nightmare. It was the same one that had plagued you for years. You could hear your name and beeping sounds pierce through your dream.

“Y/n, it’s okay. Open your eyes, it's not real. Come back to me baby.” The voice called out to you with so much love and warmth that you did your best to follow it.

Tears fell down your face as you finally opened your eyes. You were breathing in deep gulps of air as you tried to figure out reality.

Natasha held you and held your gaze as she spoke gently to you, “it’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe with me, focus on me.” She said as she helped you slow your breaths.

As you began to relax she placed a reassuring kiss on your forehead. “Sorry.” You said weakly. Your mouth was dry and you sounded weird even to yourself.

Natasha shook her head as she moved to where she could look at you. “I’m sorry. I should have pushed you to talk to me when I first noticed you weren’t yourself. I just thought that you would eventually come to me.” She said. Her voice was evidently filled with guilt.

You did your best to clear your throat, “I wanted to tell you. But I just felt so stupid, weak, and like a burden…”

Before you could even finish she placed a finger to your lips, “you are never a burden. You’re not weak and you’re definitely not stupid. You don’t have to tell me what led you here, but please don’t ever shut me out like this again.” She said sadly as she pulled out crumpled papers from her jacket pocket.

“I found these on your desk.” The redhead said as her lips began to tremble.

“I can explain.” You said as your voice stuttered. You wanted to rip the suicide letters out of her hand. You felt ashamed and embarrassed that she had found them. “I wasn’t going to. I just needed to get my thoughts out of my head.”

Natasha set aside the papers and took your shaking hands into her own. “I don’t know what Hydra told you but you’re not a monster. You’re the kindest, most beautiful soul that I’ve ever met.” She said as tears fell from her puffy red rimmed eyes.

You shook your head as the dark thoughts of your past began to haunt you once again. “You… you don’t know what I’ve done.” You say as you bring your legs to your chest as you begin to shut down.

Dr. Cho walks in just as your vitals begin to spike. “Natasha, why don’t you go get some rest. Bruce and I need to run a few tests on y/n now that she’s awake.” The doctor says as she gently ushers out the redhead.

Natasha sighs as she nods her head. Leaning down she places a kiss on your head. ”I love you detka. I’ll be back around dinner time.” She says as she walks out of your hospital room.

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Natasha goes back to your room and begins to clean. She bought you new candles of all your favorite scents and colors. She washes your bed sheets and comforter. She smiles when she sees all your stuffed animals are hiding under your bed. As she makes your bed she stacks your stuffies neatly on top.

After finishing the bedroom she tidied up your living room and waters your plants. She sighs when she walks into the small kitchen and opens the fridge. Your fridge looks sadder than her own and that’s pretty bad.

“Friday. Order y/n’s favorite groceries and have them delivered today.” Natasha says as she closes the fridge.

“I have ordered all of y/n’s favorite foods and snacks.” Friday responds immediately.

Natasha looks around the clean apartment and lets out a sigh of relief as she feels the warmth of your apartment come back to life. All that’s missing is you.

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Bruce takes extra care in unhooking you from the IV and medical equipment. “Now y/n, I’m only releasing you to your apartment because I feel you will get better rest there. You are on strict suicide watch and Friday has been programmed to alert all of us if you are distressed in any way. I’ve prescribed you some sleeping pills and some meal replacement shakes if you don’t have the energy to eat.” He said as he watched you take in all of his directions. He just wanted to hug you. He hated seeing you so sad and withdrawn.

“Thanks Bruce. I’ll try my best.” You say as you get up from the bed and take the prescriptions and shakes from his hand.

“I can call Nat and have her take you to your apartment?” He suggests as he watches you collect your things.

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.” You say as you give him a weak smile.

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As you walk into your apartment you are in full alert at seeing your place cleaned and candles lit. Your hands glow blue as your powers ignite. “Is anyone here?” You call out as you carefully walk through your apartment ready to attack.

“Easy detka, it’s just me.” Natasha says as she walks cautiously towards you. She seems confused but happy to see you.

Your powers cool down and your hands stop glowing as your defenses drop. “Nat, what are you doing here?” You say as you look around.

“I wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t have much to worry about when you came home.” She said as she moved closer to you.

You felt speechless at the great lengths she had gone through to make your life easier. It made you feel both guilty and incredibly loved.

Before you had pushed everyone away you and Natasha had been exploring a romantic relationship together. You and her had never slept together, but you both had deep feelings for each other.

Movie nights were usually spent cuddled on the couch and giving each other little kisses here and there. Due to your childhood which you never talked about, you weren’t yet ready for too much physical touch. You simply just didn't understand it or trust it.

Natasha always respected you and though you could tell she wanted to know more about you; she always gave you the right amount of space.

“If movie night is too much maybe I can watch you play your little animal game?” She said as she pointed to your switch console.

You laughed for the first time and gave her a warm playful smile. “You mean Animal Crossing.”

“What are they even crossing?” She asks as she nods her head that yes that’s the game she was talking about. She didn’t understand the concept of the game. There was no fighting or missions to complete. But for some reason the animal game always made you so happy and relaxed.

“I’d like that.” You say as you stand on your tiptoes to give her a soft kiss to her lips. You smile as you feel her kiss you back. It’s moments like this where you wonder why you pushed her away to begin with.

She makes sure you’re nice and comfy on the couch surrounded by all your favorite blankets. “Do you need anything else?”

You smile and shake your head no as you load up your game. You had missed all your villagers and they had missed you. It was silly that you felt so loved and validated from these little animal creatures. You felt a pinch of sadness for shutting them out too.

Natasha came back with two plates of your favorite meal and placed your plate on the coffee table in front of you. “I’m not the best cook but I had Yelena walk me through the recipe.” She says as she laughs at her own clumsiness in the kitchen.

The food smells good but the thought of eating makes you nauseous. You can tell that the redhead wants you to taste her creation. “It smells great Nat.” You say as you place your controllers down and pick up the warm plate.

Natasha can tell that you’re struggling to take a bite. She wonders if on top of everything else you’re fighting; if you’re also fighting off eating disorder thoughts. Setting her own plate down she takes the plate from your hands. She blows on the food before moving the fork to your lips. “Please detka. Please you need to eat.” She says softly as she gives you a reassuring smile.

You take a bite and let out a little moan as the flavors dance on your tongue. Your eyes shut softly as you savor the taste. “Are you sure Yelena didn’t cook this?” You joke as Natasha continues to feed you.

“Is it really that hard to believe that I can cook sometimes?” She asks playfully. She smiles at seeing that you’ve eaten half of your plate. The redhead can tell that you’re fighting off sleep as your eyes have grown heavy with exhaustion.

You shake your head as she brings another bite to your lips. For the first time in days you felt absolutely full. “Thank you.” You say softly as you fight off a yawn.

“Can the chef have a kiss?” She asks cheekily as she points to the apron she’s wearing that says, “kiss the chef.”

You let out a light chuckle as you nod your head. You kiss her softly and sweetly on the lips. You smile sadly as she pulls away before the kiss deepens. You know that it’s because of your mental state that Natasha doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but you can’t help but crave her physical touch.

“Y/n, why don’t you take a relaxing bath. I’ve bought you your favorite bath bombs.” Natasha says as she places the leftovers in the fridge and places the plates in the dishwasher.

You nod your head as you begin to get up. Your body aches as you stand. You have to hold onto the wall so you don’t fall as your balance is off.

Natasha rushes over to you and helps you walk to the bathroom. “Do you want me to help malen'kiy?” She asks as her cheeks blush.

Your own cheeks turn red as you nod your head. You let her help you get undressed. “Will you get in with me?” You say in a soft whisper as you do your best to cover yourself.

Natasha nods her head as she helps you step into the bubble bath that she’s made for you. She undresses before stepping in and sitting behind you. Gently she pulls you into her embrace and places a reassuring kiss on your head. “Is this okay?” She asks as she feels you begin to relax in her embrace.

This is the closest to intimacy you’ve ever encountered. You wonder if Natasha finds being naked in the bath with you strange or awkward. Of course you had found her absolutely gorgeous when she had undressed, as best as you could you had tried not to stare at her.

“You’re so beautiful y/n.” Natasha said as she began to wash your hair. She could sense the dark thoughts start to cloud your mind. “You don’t have to cover yourself up or feel ashamed.” She said gently as she felt you relax your arms and place them to your sides.

“I’m sorry that I’m being so awkward.” You hear yourself tell her. “I’ve just never done this before. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

You take a deep breath as you begin to open up to Natasha. “I’ve felt love of course. When I was a little girl I had a family that adopted me. I had a mom, dad, sister, and little brother. We even had a cat.” You shudder as you take a shaking breath. Sweet memories come into your mind as you allow yourself to think about them.

Natasha listened intently as she carefully rinsed the shampoo and conditioner from your hair. No one had known much of your backstory. They had found you locked up and sedated in Hydra’s base when you were in your mid 20’s. They rescued you and restored you back to health. The only thing you had said was that Hydra had found you and captured you when they discovered you had powers and abilities. Once Fury felt secure that you weren’t a threat he offered you a job to join shield.

“You don’t have to talk about this detka if you’re not ready.” Natasha said as she wrapped her strong arms around you.

“I want to tell you. I..I don’t know if I can tell you everything right now; but I can’t keep holding everything in anymore.” You say as your body begins to shake despite being in the warm bath water.

“My family adopted me when I was five years old. I remember being so happy to finally be in a safe home. I had my own room filled with stuffed animals, toys and books. I even had a Star projector night light.” You say as your eyes light up at the memory of your childhood room.

“Everything was going great until my powers started to manifest. My parents never treated me any differently and they never feared me. My dad pulled me out of school because he was afraid that if anyone found out I would be taken away.” You stop talking as the memories slam into your mind and you struggle to tell the difference between reality and memories.

“Detka, don’t push yourself.” Natasha says as she rubs your arms reassuringly.

“Can we go lay down?” You ask as you do your best to get the images to clear from your mind.

Natasha helps you stand out of the water as she grabs a soft white towel and wraps it around you. She grabs a towel for herself and follows you to your bedroom.

You dry yourself off and change into a shirt and some pajama shorts that have little strawberries on them. You smile when you look up and see Natasha smiling at you.

Natasha finished changing into her own pajamas that she had brought from her apartment. She smiled as you picked up your beloved tiger stuffie. It was the same stuffie they had found with you in the Hydra base.

“I figured all your friends would prefer to sleep on the bed and not under it.” Nat says as she climbs into bed with you.

You bring the tiger up to your chest and give it a tight squeeze. “They let me keep him. Hydra let me keep Tigey.” You say blankly as your brain flashes back in time.

The redhead sits up and notices your eyes are glazed over. She knows you’re not fully aware of your surroundings. She doesn’t touch you as she doesn’t want to spook you. “I’m right here detka, you’re safe.”

Your fingers grip Tigey’s ruffled fur as tears fall down your face. Taking a deep breath you begin to tell and relive your darkest memories.

“My parents warned me not to play with my powers; but I was curious. I didn’t know why I had them or what I could do with them. I figured if I could learn them then I could protect everyone. I remember drawing a picture with my brother and sister in the living room.Tigey was sitting in my lap.” You sniffle as the tears continue to fall. You feel just as small as you did that day.

“There was a loud knock on the door. My dad told me to hide but I didn’t listen. I just froze. When he opened the door Hydra rushed in and started demanding answers. They wanted me. My siblings were hiding behind me as they cried for our parents to do something. One of the men pulled out a gun and shot my dad right in the head. I can still hear my mom's screams right before they shot her.” You start to rock back and forth as you can no longer tell what is reality anymore. In your mind you are that little girl.

“I remember crying and screaming for them to stop. My whole body started to glow blue and as I screamed I had caused an explosion so great that I had killed them all. My brother and sister died instantly from the blast. I…I killed them.” You don’t realize it but your hands start to glow a light blue.

Natasha speaks calmly and softly to you. She starts to hum a Russian lullaby in hopes that it will calm you down. She relaxes a little as your hands stop glowing. She knows that you still have more to say.

“More of Hydra’s men came for me. I had nothing left other than Tigey who had somehow survived my blast. A man in a white coat said I could keep Tigey if I went with them. So I did. I went with Hydra and they trained me to truly be a monster.” You say as you hold the tiger even tighter to your chest. You’re full on sobbing now as your mind viciously replays every person you’ve ever killed along with the screams of your parents and cries from your siblings.

“I love you malen'kiy. You’re safe now. It wasn’t your fault. You were a child and they used you.” Natasha spoke softly as she pulled you into her lap and began to rock you. She was familiar with the guilt that you were feeling. After all, she was raised to be an assassin in the red room.

Your sobs die down as exhaustion takes over your mind and your body. “I’m tired Natty.” You say in a small voice as you look up at her.

“I know detka. Let’s get some sleep. I promise to be right here the whole night. Do you want to take the prescription that Bruce gave you?” Natasha asks as she reaches for the bottle of pills on your nightstand and a bottle of water. She laughs when you scrunch up your face.

“What if the dreams are worse and I can’t wake up?” You ask as you take the pill in your hand and inspect it cautiously.

“I will be right here. How about you take your medicine and I can watch you play your animal game until you fall asleep?” She suggests and smiles when you nod your head and take the pill in your hand. “Good girl, detka.”

You blush at being praised by Natasha. Your headspace feels small and vulnerable as you get under your soft comforter and hug Tigey close to your chest. His fur is wet from your tears, but you don’t care.

Natasha comes back with your switch but stops in her tracks when she sees that you’ve already fallen asleep. She climbs in bed with you and lets out a sigh of relief when you snuggle into her.

The redhead places a kiss on your head. “I promise to keep you safe my little tiger.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #the avengers #reader fic #natasha x little!reader

[hulk-vs-superman]

A Couple of Very Strong Superheroes

Out of all the possible superpowers, for some reason, strength rates the highest among comic-book lovers. There’s something primal and surreal about great strength; perhaps it has some relationship to the animals we admire in the world.

There’s the gorilla; which is stronger than seven men. The African lion, which combines fearlessness with mind-boggling strength and power in taking down 4,000 pound giraffes and 1,500 pound cape buffalo.

Our admiration and awe for muscle-work translates easily into the comic book universe; where supreme beings such as DC’s Superman and Marvel’s Hulk are adored by millions of fans. Great strength is an attribute shared – to various degrees – by almost every superhero; because not much can get done if you cannot knock a super-strong enemy through a plate-glass window. With that said, what follows are two of the strongest heroes out there:

1.Wonder Woman – Princess of Themyscira

Also known as Princess Diana, Wonder Woman is basically a female Superman clone in female undergarments. Extremely strong, she is an Amazonian warrior that resides on a sexist island called Themyscira, where only females roam. Although accounts of her great strength vary even among official documents, she’s generally depicted as having about 75% of Superman’s baseline strength at her maximum.

This means she can knock plenty of super-dudes through structures of almost any hardness. Fierce and unyielding, she embodies an indomitable warrior spirit. Her Lasso of Truth is an unbreakable rope that compels anyone it binds to answer truthfully whatever questions Wonder Woman poses.

Wonder Woman is strong enough to form a part of the Trinity – a collection of DC’s most important heroes. Superman and the combative genius Batman form the other two members.

2.Wonder Man

A rather unconventional super-being, in that he started out as actor Simon Williams, became a hero by saving the Avengers, and switched to a villain because he felt the Avengers had done more harm than good. He is a being of pure ionic energy, and has sustained strikes from the likes of the adamantium-imbued Wolverine without his invulnerable chassis rendering a scratch.

He is really quite powerful and may actually be the strongest of the Avengers – unless Hulk makes an appearance. Even so, Simon Williams has shown to be a match for the Green Scar. With Class 100 strength, he ranks right up there with the very strongest metahumans in both Marvel and DC.

As for the Standard, himself (DC Comics’ Superman), a comparison shows that Wonder Man is extremely strong and resilient, and could probably go toe-to-toe with a restrained Clark for a little while. I just don’t see him being able to withstand Doomsday – which means that Superman would, in short order, get the best of Simon Williams.

#superman #wonder woman #wonder man #superhero #strength feats in comics #dc trinity #batman #diana prince #dc comics #dc heroes #marvel heroes #strongest heroes