˙⋆✮ with the rest of the thunderbolts out for a mission, you spot ava working out
˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ nsfw, smut, established relationship, fingering (reader!receiving), rough sex, dom!ava, sub!reader, AMAB!ava, creampies, eating out (reader!receiving), overstimulation, squirting
-MEN AND MINORS DNI-
The rhythmic clang of weights echoes through the Watchtower gym as you push through the door, expecting to find it empty at this late hour. Instead, your breath catches at the sight before you: Ava, completely absorbed in her workout, her lithe form glistening with sweat under the harsh fluorescent lights.
She's positioned at the squat rack, her back to you, and you can't help but drink in the sight of her. The tight black athletic shorts cling to her ass like a second skin, riding up slightly with each deep squat she performs. Rivulets of sweat trace down the defined muscles of her back. Her dark hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, a few loose strands sticking to her neck.
You lean against the doorframe, mesmerized by the fluid power in her movements. Each time she lowers herself, you catch glimpses of the subtle bulge pressing against the front of her shorts, a sight that never fails to make your mouth water and your core clench with need.
Ava catches your reflection in the mirror and grins, her teeth white against her flushed face. "Enjoying the show?" she pants, not missing a beat in her routine.
"Always," you reply, your voice already husky with desire. "How long have you been at it?"
"About an hour." She racks the barbell and turns to face you, and fuck, she looks incredible. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing your attention to the way her nipples press against the thin fabric of her bra. Sweat has pooled in the hollow of her throat.
But it's the obvious tent in her shorts that really captures your attention. Working out always gets her blood pumping in all the right ways, and you can see her cock straining against the restrictive fabric.
"See something you like?" Ava asks, following your gaze downward. Her hand moves to adjust herself through her shorts, and you bite back a groan.
"You know exactly what I like," you breathe, stepping closer. The air between you crackles with electricity, thick with the scent of her exertion and the unmistakable musk of arousal.
Ava closes the distance between you in two quick strides, her hands immediately finding your waist and pulling you against her. Her body is furnace-hot, and you can feel the firm press of her erection against your hip.
"I was hoping you'd show up," she murmurs against your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "Been thinking about you this whole time, getting harder and harder with every rep."
Her lips find your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before she sucks hard enough to leave a mark. You gasp and thread your fingers through her damp hair, tugging slightly.
"Fuck, Ava," you moan as she grinds against you, the friction delicious even through your clothes. "You're so fucking hot when you're all sweaty like this."
Her fingers find the hem of your shirt and waste no time pulling it over your head. The cool air hits your heated skin, but Ava's mouth is immediately there, kissing and nipping at your collarbones before moving lower to tease your nipples through your bra.
"God, I need you so fucking bad," she growls against your chest. "Need to be inside you right now."
Her urgency is infectious, and you find yourself fumbling with the waistband of her shorts, desperate to free her aching cock. She helps you, shoving the fabric down her hips along with her underwear, and you both groan as her erection springs free.
She's already leaking precum, the tip glistening in the harsh gym lights. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you can't resist wrapping your hand around her shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip.
"Fuck yes," Ava hisses, her hips bucking into your touch. "Your hands feel so good, but I need more. Need to fuck you properly."
She spins you around and bends you over the weight bench, her hands making quick work of your remaining clothes. You feel completely exposed in the best way, your ass in the air and your pussy already dripping with anticipation.
Ava runs her hands over your curves appreciatively before delivering a sharp smack to your ass. You cry out, the sting quickly morphing into pleasure.
"Look at you," she says admiringly, her fingers trailing between your legs to tease your wetness. "So fucking ready for me already. You love watching me work out, don't you? Love seeing me all hot and bothered?"
"Yes," you gasp as she slides two fingers inside you, immediately finding that perfect spot that makes your toes curl. "Love seeing you strong and hard for me."
She finger-fucks you roughly, her thumb finding your clit and circling it in tight patterns that have you seeing stars. Just when you think you might come from her fingers alone, she withdraws them, leaving you empty and desperate.
"Not yet," she says, and you can hear the wicked smile in her voice. "I want you to come on my cock first."
She lines herself up with your entrance, the blunt head of her cock nudging against your slick folds. You push back against her impatiently, but she holds your hips steady.
"Tell me what you want," she demands, her voice rough with need.
"Want you to fuck me," you pant. "Want you to fuck me hard and dirty until I can't think straight."
"That's my girl," she purrs, and then she's pushing inside you in one smooth thrust that has you both moaning loudly.
The stretch is perfect, that delicious burn of being filled completely. Ava gives you a moment to adjust before she starts moving, her pace immediately hard and fast. The bench creaks under the force of her thrusts, and you have to brace yourself against it to keep from being pushed forward.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," she groans, her hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. "So tight and wet for me. Love how you take my cock so perfectly."
Her dirty talk sends heat spiraling through you, and you push back to meet her thrusts, desperate for more friction. The angle hits your g-spot perfectly with every stroke, and you can already feel your orgasm building.
"Harder," you gasp. "Please, Ava, fuck me harder."
She complies immediately, her pace becoming almost brutal as she pounds into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the gym, mixing with your moans and her grunts of effort. Sweat drips from her body onto yours, and the scent of sex fills the air.
"You're going to come for me," she commands, one hand moving to rub your clit in time with her thrusts. "Going to come all over my cock like the good girl you are."
The dual stimulation is too much, and you shatter with a cry that probably echoes through the entire building. Your pussy clenches around her rhythmically as waves of pleasure wash over you, but Ava doesn't stop fucking you through it.
If anything, she speeds up, chasing her own release while your oversensitive walls flutter around her. The overstimulation is almost too much, pleasure bordering on pain as she continues to hit that perfect spot inside you.
"Can't stop," she pants, her rhythm becoming erratic. "Feel too good, need to fill you up, need to—fuck!"
She comes with a strangled moan, her cock pulsing inside you as she empties herself with deep, grinding thrusts. You can feel the warmth of her release filling you, and it triggers another smaller orgasm that has you whimpering against the bench.
For a moment, you both stay frozen like that, breathing hard and coming down from your highs. Then Ava slowly pulls out, and you can feel her cum starting to leak from your well-used pussy.
"Turn around," she says softly, and when you do, she immediately drops to her knees between your legs.
"Ava, what are you—oh fuck!"
Your question turns into a moan as she buries her face between your thighs, her tongue eagerly lapping at the mixture of your combined releases. The sensation is intense, your clit still throbbing from your orgasms, but she's relentless in her attention.
"Love tasting us together," she murmurs against your pussy before diving back in, her tongue pushing inside you to clean up every drop of cum.
You're so sensitive that even the gentle pressure of her tongue has you trembling, but she doesn't let up. If anything, she becomes more aggressive, sucking your clit between her lips and flicking it with her tongue until you're sobbing with pleasure.
"Too much," you gasp, your hands fisting in her hair, but you make no move to pull her away.
"You can take it," she says confidently, adding two fingers alongside her tongue. "Know you want to come again for me. Can feel how close you are."
She's right, despite the overstimulation, or maybe because of it, you can feel another orgasm building. This one feels different, deeper and more intense than the others.
"That's it," Ava encourages, her fingers finding that perfect angle as her mouth works your clit. "Let go for me, baby. Give me everything."
When you come this time, it's with a scream that leaves your throat raw. Your body convulses as pleasure rips through you, more intense than anything you've ever experienced. You're dimly aware of fluid gushing from you, soaking Ava's face and the floor beneath you.
"Fuck yes," Ava groans approvingly, not stopping her ministrations even as you squirt all over her. "So fucking perfect."
She works you through the aftershocks until you're a boneless, shaking mess, your legs barely able to support your weight. Only then does she finally pull away, her face glistening with your release.
"Think we both need a shower after that workout," she says with a satisfied grin, helping you stand on unsteady legs.
You can only nod weakly, still trying to remember how to form words. Ava chuckles and pulls you against her, pressing soft kisses to your temple.
"Next time," she murmurs, "remind me to lock the door first. Though I have to admit, the risk of getting caught made it even hotter."
As she leads you toward the showers, you make a mental note to visit her during her workouts more often. Much more often.
˙⋆✮ a frustrated ava takes her anger out on you
˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ nsfw, smut, fingering (reader!receiving), rough sex, dom!ava, sub!reader, aftercare, soft!ava, oral (both ava and reader receiving)
-MEN AND MINORS DNI-
You hear the front door slam before you see her, the sound reverberating through your shared apartment like a gunshot. Ava's home, and from the force behind that door, you can already tell how the mission went.
The soft phasing sound reaches your ears first, that distinctive quantum buzz that accompanies her powers when her emotions run high. She's flickering in and out of phase involuntarily, a telltale sign that she's barely keeping herself together. You set down your book and turn toward the living room just as she materializes fully, her Ghost suit still clinging to her curves, the black and gray tactical gear pristine despite whatever chaos she's just emerged from.
"Fucking Walker," she snarls, not even acknowledging your presence yet as she paces like a caged animal. Her dark hair is disheveled, and you can see the tension radiating from every line of her body. "That self-righteous piece of shit nearly got us all killed because he couldn't follow a simple goddamn plan."
You know better than to interrupt when she's like this. Ava needs to vent, needs to let the poison of her frustration leak out before it consumes her from the inside. Her powers make her dangerous when she's emotional, not to you, never to you, but to herself.
"Three civilians almost died because Captain fucking America's knock-off wanted to play hero instead of doing his job," she continues, her fists clenching and unclenching. "And then he has the audacity to blame me for the collateral damage. Me!"
She finally notices you watching her, and something shifts in her dark eyes. The fury is still there, burning bright and hot, but it's mixing with something else now. Something hungrier. You recognize that look, you've seen it before after particularly difficult missions, when the adrenaline and anger need an outlet and you're the only person she trusts enough to let herself be vulnerable with.
"Come here," she says, her voice dropping to that dangerous low register that makes heat pool between your thighs. It's not a request.
You rise from the couch slowly, deliberately, knowing that building the tension will only make what comes next more intense. Ava's eyes track your every movement like a predator watching prey, and you can see her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths beneath the tactical gear.
When you're close enough to touch, she reaches out and cups your face with hands that are still trembling with residual anger. For a moment, she just stares at you, and you can see her fighting to center herself, to find her anchor in the storm of her emotions.
"I need you," she whispers, and there's something almost broken in her voice. "I need to forget about all of it. About Walker, about the mission, about everything except you."
You nod, understanding. Her lips crash against yours with desperate intensity, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained need. You can taste the adrenaline on her breath, can feel the quantum energy crackling just beneath her skin like static electricity. When she's emotional like this, touching her is like touching a live wire - dangerous and exhilarating and absolutely addictive.
She backs you toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss, her hands already working at your clothes with an urgency that makes your pulse race. The Ghost suit dissolves around her as she phases it away, revealing the beautiful expanse of smooth skin beneath.
"Strip," she commands when you reach the bedroom, her voice rough with need. "Now."
You obey without hesitation, pulling off your shirt and shimmying out of your jeans while she watches with predatory intensity. Her eyes roam over your exposed skin like a physical touch, and you can see her pupils dilating with arousal.
When you're completely naked, she pushes you back onto the bed with enough force to make you bounce slightly. The mattress dips under her weight as she crawls over you, her skin glowing faintly with quantum energy. This is Ava at her most dangerous and most beautiful, raw power barely contained in human form.
"I'm going to fuck you until I can't think about anything else," she growls against your throat, her teeth scraping over your pulse point. "Until the only thing in my head is the sound of you screaming my name."
Her mouth trails down your body with bruising intensity, leaving marks that will bloom purple by morning. She's not gentle, can't be gentle right now, and you wouldn't want her to be. This is what she needs, what you both need. The sharp edge of pain mixing with pleasure, the reminder that you're both alive and whole and together.
When she reaches your breasts, she takes one nipple between her teeth and bites down just hard enough to make you arch off the bed with a gasp. The quantum energy coursing through her makes every touch electric, sending shockwaves of sensation through your nervous system. She phases her fingers partially, letting them vibrate at a frequency that makes you see stars when she rolls your other nipple between them.
"Ava," you breathe, your hands tangling in her dark hair. "Please..."
"Please what?" she asks, pulling back to look at you with eyes that burn like dark fire. "Tell me what you want."
"You," you whisper. "All of you. Take what you need."
Something primal flashes across her face at your words, and she descends on you like a woman starved. Her mouth works its way down your body with single-minded determination, pausing only to suck dark marks into the soft skin of your inner thighs before settling between your legs.
The first touch of her tongue against your center makes you cry out and buck against her mouth. She holds you down with hands that flicker between solid and translucent, the quantum vibrations adding a new dimension to every touch. When she slides two fingers inside you, she phases them just enough to create a sensation unlike anything else in the world, like being touched by lightning itself.
"God, you're so wet for me," she murmurs against your slick heat, her voice muffled but still audible. "So perfect. So mine."
She works you with relentless precision, her mouth and fingers moving in perfect synchronization to drive you higher and higher. Each stroke of her tongue sends electricity racing through your veins, each curl of her fingers hits spots you didn't even know existed.
You can feel your orgasm building like a storm on the horizon, pressure mounting with each passing second. Your thighs shake around her head, and your hands fist in the sheets as you fight to maintain some semblance of control.
"Let go," Ava commands, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in. "Come for me. Let me hear you."
Her words push you over the edge, and you shatter with a scream that echoes off the bedroom walls. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you as she works you through it, her touch prolonging your climax until you're sobbing with the intensity of it.
But she's not done with you yet. Before you've even fully come down from your high, she's positioning herself above you, her own arousal evident in the way her chest heaves and her skin glows with quantum energy.
"I need to be inside you," she pants, and you nod eagerly despite your oversensitivity.
She slides three fingers into you this time, setting a brutal pace that has the headboard banging against the wall. Her thumb finds your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to keep you on the knife's edge between pleasure and overstimulation.
The vibrations are stronger now, more focused, and you can feel them resonating through your entire body. It's overwhelming and perfect and exactly what you both need, this raw, primal connection that strips away everything except the essential truth of your desire for each other.
"You feel so good," Ava groans, her free hand braced beside your head as she watches your face with burning intensity. "So tight around my fingers. Taking everything I give you like you were made for it."
You are made for it, made for her, and you tell her so between gasps and moans as she drives you toward another peak. Your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her closer, needing her as deep as possible.
When your second orgasm hits, it's even more intense than the first. Your back arches clean off the bed as pleasure tears through you like a supernova, and you feel Ava's fingers still inside you as she watches you fall apart beneath her.
"Beautiful," she whispers, her voice soft with awe. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
She works you through it gently this time, her touch becoming tender as she helps you down from the peak. But you can see the need still burning in her eyes, can feel the tension that still radiates from her body.
"Your turn," you manage to say when you can speak again. You sit up on shaky arms and push her back against the pillows, switching your positions. "Let me take care of you."
The transformation in her expression is immediate, the predatory intensity softening into something more vulnerable, more needy. This is what she really wants, what she really needs: to be cared for, to be loved, to remember that she's more than just a weapon or a ghost.
You take your time with her, mapping every inch of her scarred skin with your lips and tongue. Each touch makes her shiver and phase slightly, her control slipping as pleasure builds.
When you finally settle between her thighs, she's already soaking wet, her arousal coating her inner thighs and making her scent heady and intoxicating. You start slow, building her up with gentle licks and soft kisses, but she quickly grows impatient.
"More," she demands, her hands tangling in your hair. "Please, I need more."
You give her what she wants, sealing your lips around her clit and sucking while you slide two fingers deep inside her. Her powers make her incredibly responsive, every touch amplified, every sensation magnified. She's already close, wound tight from watching you fall apart beneath her.
"Yes," she hisses, her hips bucking against your mouth. "Just like that. Don't stop."
You wouldn't dream of stopping. You work her with the same intensity she showed you, using everything you've learned about her body over the months you've been together. You know exactly how she likes to be touched, know the rhythm that drives her wild, know the spot inside her that makes her see stars.
When she comes, it's with a broken cry that sounds almost like a sob. Her entire body phases for a split second, becoming translucent as the quantum energy surges through her, and then she's solid again, shaking and gasping as aftershocks roll through her.
You crawl up her body and pull her into your arms, holding her as she comes back to herself. The angry tension that had radiated from her when she first came home is gone now, replaced by a boneless satisfaction that makes her melt against you.
"Better?" you ask softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She nods against your shoulder, her breathing finally starting to even out. "Much better. I'm sorry I was so intense when I got home."
"Don't apologize," you tell her firmly. "You never have to apologize for needing me. That's what I'm here for."
She pulls back to look at you, and there's something achingly tender in her dark eyes. "I love you," she whispers. "God, I love you so much it scares me sometimes."
"I love you too," you reply, meaning every word. "More than anything."
She kisses you then, soft and sweet and full of all the emotion she struggles to express with words.
You stay tangled together for a long time, sharing lazy kisses and gentle touches as your heart rates slowly return to normal. Eventually, Ava gets up to run a bath, and you watch her move around the bathroom, still slightly amazed that this incredible woman is yours.
The bathtub fills with hot water and lavender-scented bubbles, and she helps you into it before settling behind you, her legs on either side of your body. The warm water soothes the marks she left on your skin, and you lean back against her chest with a contented sigh.
"Tell me about the mission," you say softly, knowing she'll want to talk about it now that the initial fury has burned itself out.
She does, her voice low and calm as she recounts the events of the day. Her hands move gently over your skin as she talks, washing away the sweat and evidence of your earlier passion with tender care. You listen and offer comfort where you can, helping her process the frustration and anger until it becomes something manageable.
By the time you're both clean and the water has started to cool, the last of the tension has drained from her body. She helps you out of the tub and wraps you in a soft towel, her touch reverent and careful now.
"Thank you," she says as you're getting dressed in comfortable sleepwear. "For being exactly what I needed tonight."
You smile and pull her close, breathing in the clean scent of her damp hair. "Always," you promise. "Whatever you need, whenever you need it. I'm not going anywhere."
She holds you tighter at that, and you can feel some of the old fear stirring in her, the fear that everyone she cares about will eventually leave or be taken from her. But you're not going anywhere. You've seen her at her worst and her best, have felt the full force of her powers and her passion, and you're still here. You'll always be here.
Later, as you lie curled together in bed, her warm skin pressed against yours, you listen to her breathing even out as she drifts toward sleep. This is your favorite part, these quiet moments when the ghost can rest, when Ava can just be human and vulnerable.
Tomorrow she'll put the suit back on and face whatever new challenges the Thunderbolts throw at her. She'll deal with Walker's ego and the weight of expectations and the constant reminder that her powers are slowly killing her. But tonight, she's just yours.
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