Last Saturday, I received a DM from my follower saying that she accidentally reported my account for phising & scamming. She apparently was worried that my account will be deleted and advised me to contact Tumblr Support via Discord.
I was shocked when I heard that my account will be deleted so I immediately messaged the support and asked to reset my password—and I did (big mistake!)
I only realized it was a scam when they asked me to pay $350 and I was like.. I don't have any money since we were affected by the earthquake and yeah!
I searched about this issue here and realized that oh shit, it is indeed a scam. I emailed the official Tumblr Support and thankfully, they retrieved my account again.
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“i’m close.” “already?” — ft. dick grayson, aka 'nightwing'
“Ah- ugh, fuck, baby, I’m close.”
Dick groans, thrusting into you with fervor, and with the delicious way his hips snap against yours, you’re tempted to say the same. But instead, you blink up at him with innocent eyes. “Already?”
He freezes.
“What?”
Uh oh.
His electric blue eyes narrow as they meet yours, and your heart drops into your stomach.
“I- uh, I just…”
“What did you just say?”
You swallow, throat now dry. “Um…I, uh…said…already?” you manage to squeak out.
There’s a tense moment of silence as Dick stares you down.
“Um…Dick? Are you oka- oof!”
With one swift, graceful move, Dick flips you onto your stomach, pinning one of your arms above your head. “Wait wait wait, Dick, I’m sorry- ahh-!~”
Your protest turns into a moan when Dick shoves three fingers into your already dripping cunt, curling them smoothly against your g-spot.
“Ah- ugh, Dick, please-“
“Shut up, you slut.” He snaps.
Your eyes widen. “D-Dick? What’s gotten into you- mmph, shit-”
His fingers are aggressive now, thumb massaging your clit as he bites down on the side of your neck. “Sayin’ that to piss me off,” Dick growls. “‘Already?’ Really?”
He presses his broad chest into your back, his breath hot ’n heavy against your ear. “If you wanna play games, babe, we can play…just don’t expect to win.”
Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head with the way Dick’s fingers are now scissoring inside you, slick dripping onto the sheets. Moaning, you grind back against him, desperate, because—
“Oh, are you close, sweetheart?”
His voice is almost condescending.
“Haah- fuck, please!” You whine. “Please, Dick, I’m so close- ungh-”
But his fingers disappear and you whimper, the sudden emptiness almost painful.
“What, does my desperate little whore want to cum?” Dick chuckles, and a shiver runs down your spine. It’s unlike your sweet boyfriend to be so filthy, yet it’s so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together.
Dick brings his hand to your face, sliding his three fingers into your mouth.
“C’mon baby, suck. Be a good girl, and maybe you’ll get this dick you want so bad,” he murmurs, slowly slipping his hard cock between your thighs, grinding against your sopping cunt.
“Mmph- hngh-”
Tears slip out of your eyes as you choke on his fingers, still covered in your arousal.
“You look so fucking cute like this.” With a cocky grin, he pulls his fingers away, using his hand to turn your head back towards him.
“Oh, sweetheart. Maybe I should be rough with you more often, if you’re gonna look at me like that,” he breathes, wiping a tear from your cheek. Your cheeks are flushed red, lips quivering, drool dripping down your chin.
“Please, Dick, need you,” you whimper out, bucking your hips back weakly against his. “ ‘M-‘m so- s’close.”
Tilting your chin up a little further, he leans down to crush a deep, sloppy kiss against your lips, his tongue pressing against yours; and when he pulls away, you’re both breathless and gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
“Spread your legs f’me, babe,” Dick gasps into your neck, nudging your legs apart with his knee.
You feel his tip, heavy and hot and pulsing, pushing against your entrance. And when you feel him slide in, so torturously slow—only to stop—you nearly cry out of frustration.
“Stop teasing!”
Dick huffs out a laugh. “Be patient, baby.”
And with one smooth, long stroke, he bottoms out in you, yanking a moan from your lips. The stretch feels so, so good, his cock thick and hard and aching inside your velvet walls. And it feels even better when he pulls out, leaving just the tip throbbing inside you, before roughly slamming his cock back into your sopping wet pussy.
It nearly knocks the wind out of you, a strangled gasp leaving your throat. “Dick! Wait- I- that’s too- rough- uh- ugh- ah!”
He’s pounding into you at a relentless pace, balls heavy as they slap lewdly against your clit. The sound alone is so arousing that it makes your head spin, but combined with the sensation of his cock dragging against your soft walls, his mouth all over your body, and one of his hands teasing at your nipples, you can’t help but cum.
“Ah, I’m- cumming- ugh!”
Your vision goes white, stars spinning in the corners of your eyes, waves of pure pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. Slick squirts down your thighs over your boyfriend’s cock, still thrusting into your overstimulated cunt, the salacious plap-plap-plap! of his balls against your cunt loud in your ears.
“Haah- did you just cum? Fuck, you’re such a whore,” Dick grunts.
You respond with a moan, trying to catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you a break. “C’mon baby, you’re done already?” He’s laughing, breathless, muscles glistening with exertion, and of course he doesn’t stop.
“We still have so many more rounds to go, sweetheart.”
“N-no, I can’t-”
You claw weakly at the sheets, thighs trembling. Dick hums, still pistoning his cock in and out of you at a ruthless pace. “You- ah- can be more selfish, baby. I- hah, just know my cute lil’ whore’s pussy is greedier- plap- than- plap- this-! plap!” he hisses, punctuating each of his words with a thrust that kisses your cervix.
But then he pauses for a moment, broad hands suddenly on your hips. “Here, lift that ass up for me, babe. Mm, there ya go, good girl.” Dick’s voice is so sultry, vibrating in your ears, and even though you’re already overstimulated, your cunt clenches at his words.
“Dick…I- haah, ah- hngh-”
“Arch that back for me, love. Mhm, just like that…fuck, that’s pretty. Stay like that.”
Thighs trembling, wetness slipping down your legs onto the sheets, you instinctively rut backwards into his cock, desperate for your second release.
Smack!
“Hey now, babe. Don’t rush,” Dick purrs into your ear. He gives your ass another smack! and a moan slips from your throat. “Atta girl.”
His voice has your cunt fluttering. “Please, Dick, I- I need you,” you blubber out, whining and whimpering. The sting of his hand feels good, you think, brain addled with lust. “N-need more of you, need your-your cock so bad.”
And when he finally slides into you, the stretch of his cock inside your warm, wet cunt is delicious.
“Fucking hell, babe,” Dick pants out. “Cute ‘lil pussy feels so good ’n tight…got half a mind to knock you up right here, right now.” And with a grunt, he starts thrusting into you.
You’re trembling and writhing under his broad silhouette, toes curling and drool dripping onto the sheets. He’s railing you so hard that you can hear the bed frame creaking, even in your lust-addled state. His cock feels so good, kissing all your most sensitive spots, pressing and pounding into your soft heat at such a punishing rhythm that you can barely breathe.
You can’t piece together sentences anymore, babbling out incoherent nonsense as Dick ruts into you.
“C’mon babe, you know I- I can’t understand you- haah- when you babble- like that-” he groans, hips snapping against the plush of your ass, his pace becoming more and more desperate. His cock is twitching fiercely inside you, aching for release, but you get there first.
Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, vision going hazy as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. The sticky sound of your slick coating your boyfriend’s cock, still hammering into you, echoes through the room, mixing with your pants and Dick’s growls.
“Hm? You finished already, baby?” Dick huffs out, smirk on his face. You try to form a response, but your body doesn’t listen, limbs jelly and eyes crossed with pleasure as his pace speeds up. “Fuck! Pussy looks so- ugh, so- damn good, creaming on my cock like that!”
And when Dick finally, finally finishes, your body is completely limp, battered and trembling with pleasure as his seed spills into your cunt, puffy and red and twitching with overstimulation.
“Uh- ungh- ah, f-fuck, Dick,” you slur out. He’s breathing hot and heavy behind you, cock throbbing inside your wet heat, before he pulls out.
You shudder at the sensation. Dick’s chest, warm and slightly damp with sweat, presses against your back.
“Ah- are you okay, babe? Sorry, I went a little- uh- psycho, there.” Dick gently nuzzles into your neck, kissing over the hickeys he’d left trailing down your skin. Carefully, he picks you up, turning you to face him as you snuggle into his broad body.
“Easy coming down from the high, love. Take your time,” Dick murmurs into your hair. “We’ll get you cleaned up in a little.” He coughs, looking away for a moment. “I- uh, I’m sorry again, babe…”
“Mm…” you mumble. “’S ok, Dick…felt so good.”
He lets out a small sigh of relief before chuckling. “You like it rough?” Stroking your hair, he quietly hums. “If you want me to be rough, no need to provoke me on purpose.”
You pout a little.
“But it’s more fun that way!”
He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into a crooked smile. “Oh really?” Dick pokes your cheek. “Maybe I should try making fun of you next time,” he muses.
“Mm, you can try, pretty boy.” You jab a finger into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Dick’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” he teases.
“…nuh-uh.”
“Yeah-huh.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Dick smirks before he leans forward, lips grazing your ear. “Didn’t seem that way when I was fucking you stupid, babe. Had you moaning my name and creaming on my di-”
“You-!”
Smacking his chest with a huff, you turn away before he can see you blush. “You’re so stupid, Dick Grayson.”
Cuddling with frank that turns to cock warming/sleepy sex
This situation is consuming my thoughts rn (ovulation and being touch starved is killin me chat) soooo, heres a lil somethin <3
Warnings: fairly short and mostly fluffy, cockwarming, mention of piv sex, sleepy sex, couple links below the cut for visuals (i couldn't resist)
Masterlist
Sleepy sex w frankie Nice n slow
Warm and content beneath the sheets, some crappy movie playing out in the background. Your holding eachother close, practically glued together infact; but the longer the clock ticks the less enough it becomes.
So hands wander, Lips kiss. A softly mumbled declaration of need pressed against soft skin. Neither of you even have to be naked, sweats and shorts tugged down or to the side.
Then a whine as his fingers slip over your slit, cock following as it bumps your clit. "Shhh, i know. i know baby, big stretch." he coos in response, that rumble of his delivering the words against your ear the moment he notches himself inside; the tip begining to stretch you open.
"There we go.. That better sweetheart?" he gruffs, bottoming out as you widen your legs just a touch. Pussy gripping tight around his length as you nod into his shoulder. "Yeah? Pretty girl just needed to be closer huh?"
This isnt about fucking like rabbits or obtaining a mind melting orgasm, not tonight. This is comfort, contentment. Closeness in its highest form.
Franks large hand stroking over the skin of your shoulder soothingly. Your head hidden into his neck, peeking out at an angle just enough to catch the screen. Breathles mingling as you hold onto eachother, quiet gasps falling into one anothers mouths at the occasional movement.
Theres comfort for a while then, sleepy and warm until that syrupy need takes over once more; throbs around him with a frequency to become noticeable. A little whine falling free when your hips rock down just a tad, chasing the feeling.
Frank hand finds your jaw and angles it up, eyes meeting yours when he whispers. "Dont move.. Dont gotta move, i gotcha" fingers drifting beneath the covers to circle at your clit; wet and swollen beneath his careful touch.
It eases the ache, as Frank always does. The gentle rocks of his pelvis, fingers pressing just enough at your bud. "There we go.. Nice n slow, just gotta feel" Guiding you through with a slow pace until you relax down once more; still full and a little more tired. Soft puffs fanning across Franks skin, difted away just for a while. Safe in those arms of his.
sequel series: the soldier in the armour: In alia vita
summary: Your mother Lucilla arranges a marriage between you and general acacius to protect you from the emperor's geta obsession. Acacius doesn't love you but he is a man of honor and has swore to protect you.
warnings: angst, age gap, power imbalance, abuse of power, patriarchal society, smut, violence, mentions of blood, mention of children
He hasn't thought much of humans in the last several decades on this evolving, elusive quest for peace and solitude, but he never really had a reason to. He knows humans. Knows them as this muddled smear—an endless deluge of contradictions; as pharisaic, altruistic, selfish, selfless, wonderful, terrible things: symbiotic to himself and his siblings. Nothing more, nothing less.
But those ideas, those beliefs, are shattered when you—an ordinary human—washes up on his island with nothing but the clothes on your back, and a strange, almost unfathomable inability to leave his side no matter where he goes.
You're just something he can't make sense of.
eventual smut. forced proximity. possessive tendencies. under-negotiated kink. all of the imbalances. objectification, loss of agency and autonomy, undefined/dubious consent (in the what's a human to a god variety). rule breaking and the consequences those actions carry—so, also angst. major canon divergence.
i. phronesis, amathia—COMING SOON
ii. dikaiosune, adikia
iii. andreia, deilia
iv. sophrosune, akolasia
v. eudaimonia, ekpyrosis
Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.
series tags: @buckylokisimp, @white-wolf-buckaroo, @austynparksandpizza, @markandlexies, @yaszx, @justsomecreaturewandering
All marvel tags: @whoreforbuckybarness @badlandsbrunette @xxlovingfandomsxx @mattmurdockswh0r3 @bunnyweasley23 @galacticstxrdust
Chapter Summary: Avengers compound slice of life, Y/N, Wanda and Vision go shopping
Chapter 12: You Have a Kind Heart
“What’s your favourite weapon to use?” Sam asks while we take a break from training. He’s keen to learn and I find it admirable.
“A gun is the boring choice, a bow and arrow well that’s Clint’s forte, a shield is too big and bulky for me; it’s not my style but this…” I raise my arm to reveal my whip. “It’s elegant, unassuming. At first glance, it looks like jewellery, it’s beautiful. But when I choose, it can do some damage.”
“It’s made of vibranium?” Sam asks.
I chuckle. “I wish. Boring old, earthly tungsten.”
“Well, that is the strongest metal from Earth so that’s still pretty impressive.”
“Back when I’d only fight against earthly beings it was enough, now… not so much.”
Sam nods. “I’m guessing you don’t wanna be doing this forever?”
I shrug. “I’ve always been an Agent of SHIELD. I grew up knowing that’s what I had to be. When SHIELD fell, Cap gave me a mission. Once that mission is over… I have no idea what I’ll do. I can’t be an Avenger, Sam. It’s not the life I want.”
“What do you want?”
I ponder for a moment and Clint catches my eye. Nat’s loading up the quinjet; she’ll be taking him to his family now that Dr Cho gave him the all-clear.
“Quiet,” I answer. “Peace and quiet.”
“And if it’s not what you expect?”
“At least I’ll know I have choices. That not everything is about finishing a mission.”
“Your weapon of choice is insight into how you approach battle. Natasha’s are guns; cold calculating, accurate. A consequence of her time in the KGB. Steve has a shield, he’s the protector, the defender of what is right, what is good. Thor’s is a hammer, a tool of strength, brute force and power. Yours is subtle, you know how to bring someone or something down from the inside, under guises,” Sam observes.
“I like to hide,” I state. Sam nods. “I was a SHIELD legacy, my path was drawn up for me. I had to excel, there was no room for disappointment. But I had to have the ability to back it all up. What makes her so special? I had to prove to them it wasn’t just because I was born into it.”
“So you graduate from two of SHIELD’s Academies and become the agent your parents could be proud of,” Sam finishes.
“I suppose… I never really got to be myself.” I sigh. “Are you ever not on duty, counsellor?”
Sam chuckles. “I guess not.” He reaches his hand out. I take it. “Think we should call it a day with training.”
I agree. “You should hit up Nat when she gets back, I’m sure she has a lot of self-discovery to do, too.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’d love that,” Sam responds, heavy with sarcasm.
I finish up my shower and change into comfortable shorts and a sweater when FRIDAY announces someone at the gate. It’s a delivery man. “Let them through please, FRIDAY,” I answer as I approach the entrance to meet him.
“I got a delivery for Y/N L/N,” the older man says, holding a box.
I smile. “That’s me, thank you!”
“You take care, sweetheart,” says the friendly man.
He’s so adorable I love him. I take the box into the foyer and rip off the tape and smile. Just what I expected. I carry the box over to my “wing”, at least that’s what Tony refers to the locations of our rooms.
I knock on Wanda’s door, not without a little struggle as I balance the box.
She opens the door and smiles.
“You weren’t having a moment with Vision were you?” I tease. The mood feels a tiny bit lighter and I think he really helps with that.
“No, he’s out with Tony. What’s in the box?” She opens the door fully, letting me in. I place the box on the desk.
“DVDs. And a DVD player because clearly Tony thought of everything but those.”
Wanda digs into the box, pulling out the collections.
“Sitcoms? Soaps? 90s teen dramas?”
I nod, proud of the selection I curated. “I thought you’d like it…”
Wanda lets a smile slip through her lips. “I do, thank you.”
I set up the DVD player to her TV. “Are you feeling like watching anything right now?”
She scans through her options and I can see the gears in her head turning. “I’ve always wanted to get through Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
I smile. “I loved those.” I put in the first disc and turn the lights down low, feeling like a kid at a slumber party.
Wanda pats the space next to her on the bed and I smile, sitting beside her. We fell asleep seven episodes and two popcorn bags in.
The sun shines through the windows, waking us. It’s a rare thing that I’m not woken up by Steve or Sam for a training session or a workout. Maybe I should sleep over at Wanda’s more. I stretch and yawn, wandering out of Wanda’s room and towards my bath room. I wash my face and brush my teeth. The compound is quiet but get a notification on my phone. It’s from Clint.
The ticket I owe you.
He didn’t forget… but I wish I could. I sigh. It was nice playing pretend for a while.
I see that Tony’s private chefs had prepared a spread of breakfast; eggs, bacon, suausages, pastries, cheeses and charcuterie, jams, honey and butter. Yum,
I load up my plate and sit at the table overlooking the fields, there’s a treeline in the distance. The compound used to be an old Stark Industries warehouse in Upstate New York. It’s nice to be surrounded by nature when I’m so used to brick buildings, skyscrapers and explosions. Maybe I could take up gardening when all of this is over… If it is ever over.
“Good morning,” Vision greets as he phases through the walls.
“Hey you, have some breakfast.”
“I’ve no need to consume food,” Vision answers.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it.” I stand up and make him a typical English breakfast plate. “The cradle made you a humanoid body, you should try the simple pleasures of being human.”
He takes a seat at the table. Vision cuts up the sausage, hashbrown and loads it up on his fork then dips it into his sunny side up egg. “Phenomenal.”
I smirk. “Told you.”
We eat in a comfortable silence.
“I believe Miss Romanoff will be returning today.” Vision announces.
“And Tony?”
“He is with Ms Potts at their home in Malibu.”
Steve is with Sharon but that might not be common knowledge yet. I smile at the thought of him getting close to someone. Especially someone like her. “I’m going to be going away once Nat and Steve are back… I have a mission that’s long overdue.”
Vision nods. “Sergeant Barnes.”
He seems to know everything.
“Back when I was still just JARVIS you were accessing files on him at Avengers Tower,” he explains how he obtained his knowledge.
“I have to find him. Not just for Steve but for him. After everything he’s been through… it’s too awful to face alone. He thinks that he doesn’t have anyone.”
“You have a kind heart, Agent Y/N.”
“You know… I’m technically not an agent anymore,” I tease.
“I’ll believe that once you retire.”
“I feel bad leaving now…” I think to Wanda and I know Vision knows it too. At least they’ve gotten close. Closer than close, really.
“Don’t feel bad.” Vision and I look up to see Wanda at the entryway from our wing. “He needs your help.” It’s a comfort to hear her say that. To know that she doesn’t think I’m abandoning her.
She grabs an orange juice and puts a croissant and takes a pot of butter and jam with her, sitting on the table. We’re in identical tracksuits, curtesy of Stark because we’ve been too lazy to get some clothes of our own.
“We should go shopping,” I announce. It’s a genius idea, don’t know why we haven’t gone before, I think sarcastically.
Vision raises a brow. “Shopping?”
I nod. “You can create your own wardrobe but Wanda, Nat and I? We’re stuck with these issued track suits and I’ve had enough.” I look to Wanda, waiting.
She contemplates, then gives a nod.
“Great, after berakfast, we go. Maybe we can get some gelato while we’re there.”
I use one of Tony’s cars to drive us to the nearest shopping mall. I previously asked Tony for a Stark Industries-issued credit card because, well, I used to have a salary when I worked for SHIELD and now I have nothing but my savings, which wouldn’t stretch for long. He was very generous to give one, and by generous, I mean I used guilt tripping on him.
We start with the basics, tops and jeans, some cute skirts that are on sale and hoodies and jackets. I think to the weather in Bucharest, it won’t be cold but definitely not warm either. We even show Vision some samples of what outfits he should create for himself.
“We should try the gelato you spoke of,” Vision suggests as we walk past a gelateria, the flavours in huge metal containers with the labels in cursive. We all look at the options.
“Can I have a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of bacio in a cup?” I order. Wanda gets a raspberry sorbet in a cone, and Vision asks for stracciatella and fragola.
We take a seat on the benches outside as the sun was shining and it felt nice.
“This is good,” Vision praises the ice cream.
Wanda nods in agreement, smiling wide. Then it’s like she regrets smiling as she takes it back. “I wish Pietro could’ve been here to try it.” She looks at her cone. “He would’ve ordered coconut,” she says fondly. “We had never been to the beach… he liked those flavours so he could pretend, like in the shows we would watch,” she smiles at the memory.
We finish our gelato and decide to head home, tired but satisfied with what we came up with.
I drive to the compound and I notice tracks on the grounds, as if someone was dragged through it.
“What the hell?” I whisper.
“No threats currently detected,” Vision announces, scanning the entire compound.
I pull up to the garage and see one of the doors blasted open. “Huh,” I frown, putting the car in park. We exit the vehicle and unload the bags. “Seems like someone was redecorating.”
Whatever the fight was about must not have been too serious as we enter the compound and see Sam in the living room, not in a panic.
“So, are we going to address the structural and landscape damage?” I ask Sam.
“Nope, it’s no big deal and Cap doesn’t need to know about it. I had it handled,” he answers unconvincingly.
I nod but let it go. Wanda and I share a look, and we head to our wing, separating the clothes we bought.
“I shall assess the damage and arrange repairs,” Vision says, bidding goodbye.
“I know the real reason you wanted to go shopping…” Wanda starts. She sits on her bed. “You’re leaving.”
I sigh, nodding. “I have to help Steve. I’d ask if you want to come but I think that’s too much for you right now. It’s not what you need and that’s okay.”
“Steve’s friend is lost. I was lost once, I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have people to help me find my way,” I know that she’s talking about how she was doubting herself when we were cornered in that convenience store with the Ultron sentries closing in on us. “I understand why you have to do this,” she gives me a gentle smile. Reassurance.
I sit next to her on her bed and put my hand on hers.
“I never really had friends before. It was always just me and Pietro… I’m glad to have you as a friend now.”
It means a lot to me that she sees me this way. “Good friends don’t come along all that often… I’m glad to have you, too.” We sit there for a moment.
“I want to let you know,” Wanda starts. “I will be finishing Buffy the Vampire Slayer without you.”
I let out a laugh. “Rude but understandable,” I reply.
A shadow appears at the doorway and we see Steve stopping at the threshold and leaning with his arms crossed, looking very authoritative.
“You’re back!”
He smiles, fondly. “I heard laughter and just had to come see for myself.”
“You missed out on all the fun, we went shopping and got ice cream,” I recall the day, omitting whatever it is that Sam went through. Perhaps that will always be a mystery.
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Not crazy about this chapter, it could defo be longer and have more to it but I'm struggling and just wanna get to bucky now haha
Pls comment, feedback is super appreciated and lets me know people are still reading lol
summary - you were supposed to form an alliance. instead you slept with him three days in and now you have no idea what’s happening.
content notice: 18+. smut starts early. reader grew up in an ancient sword worshipping honor cult and has no clue what a crush is. expect minor misunderstandings, post sex emotional turmoil, and sporadic background war crimes.
chapter 1 part 1 / part 2: you agreed to spar and now you’ve basically dry humped in front of the royal guard
he flipped you. you flipped him. something flipped. definitely not your feelings. nope.
chapter 2 part 1 / part 2: so you slept with him. once. respectfully.
it was a political alliance. with benefits. shut up.
chapter 3 part 1 / part 2 / part 3: you called it “a one-time thing” and then did it again immediately
you would like to go back in time. or die. either works.
chapter 4 part 1 / part 2: he touched your back and now you’re in love maybe??
he said “you’re safe now.” what the fuck are you supposed to do with that.
chapter 5 part 1 / part 2: he tucked your hair behind your ear like he wasn’t balls deep yesterday
you want to scream into a sword rack. you settle for a bath and a panic nap.
chapter 6: everyone knows. literally everyone.
one of the guards winked at you. another said “congratulations.” you might die.
chapter 7: he called you “his” in front of your royal family, and now you’re vibrating out of your body
you said “that’s just cultural.” no one believed you. especially not him.
chapter 8: you wore his cape once and now he’s feeding you fruit like you’re married
he said “open.” you almost proposed.
chapter 9: you were supposed to leave. now you’re curled up in his bed talking about names for hypothetical children.
it’s fine. everything is fine. you’ll just… stay a little longer.
DRABBLES
late night debrief, but it’s mostly making out
you come to his room to discuss battle strategy. you leave wearing his cape.
you get injured and try to hide it. mark finds out. he does not take it well
he’s the emperor of restraint. until it’s you bleeding.
requests open!
HEADCANONS
how you say “i love you” without actually saying it
you fix his cape. he calls you first when terra gets sick. no one says anything. everyone knows.
things you do that make the him feral (and he thinks no one notices)
that one costume. the wrist wrap thing. calling him “sir” in public. the sword. always the sword.
terra walks in on something she should not have seen. you both rethink your lives
she just wanted juice. now you’re hiding in the hallway and mark is giving her an awkward lecture about knocking.
Right my wrongs - Husband’s father!Joel x f!reader
Summary: You're both married, but that doesn't mean you can't be desperate for each other.
Warnings: Smut, age gap (Joel is 50, reader in her mid 20s), long term infidelity x 2, porn with minimal plot, daddy kink, praise kink, spit kink, masturbation (f, m), oral/deep throating (m, f receiving), face riding, choking, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected PIV, edging, rough sex, possessiveness, Dom!Joel.
A/N: Thanks to @gracieispunk for the we-shouldn't-do-this inspo, and @papipascalispunk for the smut wishlist
Word count: 3.4k Rating: 18+ My masterlist
It’s so wrong, so beyond wrong. You’re both happily married - seemingly - you to his son, and Joel to his children's mother, and yet you still found yourself noticing that something was simmering under the surface between the two of you every time you sat together at family gatherings, just chatting innocently, eventually turning into undeniable flirting every time you had a moment alone. He’s not even that old, only fifty, and you in your mid twenties. You've been married to his son for two years, a man who is, appropriately, only a year older than you, but something about his father has drawn you in, a tangible band between the two of you threatening to snap since you realized he was just as drawn to you.
A palpable moment, sitting in the living room, listening to your sister in law telling everyone a story, making eye contact with your father in law and maintaining it, breathing slowly, letting your gaze travel down to his chest, to this shoulders, and back up to where he was running his fingers through his salt and pepper curls, a flush creeping up his neck as you realized you were biting your lip while you looked into his eyes. An hourglass was turned, and a countdown started, numbering the days until you would finally give in.
And last fourth of July, it happened. At a large lake house, rented for the long weekend by Joel and his wife, your mother in law, with a myriad of family members, including your husbands’ siblings, their spouses and kids. Everyone was at the beach for the day, you enjoying the time off and floating around in the warm water, feeling the warmth of the sun seeping into your skin and through your eyelids, listening to the sounds of the lake surrounding you. Headin’ back to the house to start dinner, you need anything? you heard Joel’s raspy, deep voice from a distance. You heard his wife too, I’m good, thanks, and the sound of them kissing.
You gave it a few moments, dragging your arms through the small waves of the water and thinking up an excuse to go inside. Nobody else seemed to be heading in, and you were frequently counted on to be the designated chef of the family, so it would make all the sense in the world for you to volunteer, wouldn’t it?
And so you went, squeezing your wet hair as you walked through the sand, up towards the house, wearing nothing but a drenched, blue bikini, the slight breeze making your nipples poke through the slippery fabric. You slid the glass door open, saying a careful hey, and watching him as he turned around from digging through the fridge, his mouth falling open and his eyes raking over your body as you stood there, leaning up against the frame.
Before you knew it, you were bent over the kitchen counter, the bottom string of your bikini top still tied around your ribcage while the fabric was dangling under your chest, dripping onto the marble while he fucked you from behind, a large palm covering your mouth so you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself. His thick cock was prodding a spot inside you that you previously were not even aware of, your head falling back on his broad shoulder while you came around him, seizing up and forcing his own orgasm out with a growl. You did help him with dinner afterwards, wearing a thin cover-up dress while your husband’s father’s come was seeping out into your still wet bikini bottoms.
Ever since then, dinners at their house were a constant struggle to keep it together, the both of you only giving into the pull when there were enough people around, not just the four of you at the table. You found a few opportunities, however, in the bathrooms of family members at a handful of birthday parties and even Thanksgiving. He gave you jewelry for Christmas, saying it was from him and his wife, but you knew it was his idea. It still dangles off your neck every day, starting a tiny fire in his eyes every time he sees you in it, and he feels it digging into his skin when he has his hand wrapped around your throat.
You don’t know how much your in-laws have sex - why would you? And Joel doesn’t know how much you and his son have sex either. For all you know, Joel could have fucked you in the bathroom at his brother’s birthday party then gone and fucked his wife the same night. You wouldn’t blame him - she’s stunning - and if you were just one degree more fucked up, you might even find yourself fantasizing about a threesome. But as for how often they fuck; you don’t know, and you don’t really care. All you care about is that Joel is coming to fix the broken door to your bedroom closet today, a text from him saying he’s on his way popping up on your phone the moment your husband left to run errands and you saw his car pull out from the driveway.
The heat starts to spread in your body the second you hear the slam of his truck door closing, his footsteps on the stairs and the ring of the doorbell. You let him in with a smile, letting his chest brush up against you as you walk in the door. “Left to your own devices today?” he asks with a hint of humor as he notices how quiet the house is. You nod, feigning some sort of half-hearted sadness. “Yeah.. Just you and me here while he’s out running errands”, you pout. You hear a deep hum of acknowledgement from his chest, and look down at his body for a second before you feel his finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him, be a good girl today, huh? Need to get this door fixed for ya or else you're gonna complain my ear off.
You sit on your bed and watch him as he fixes the door, leaning back on your hands with your legs dangling off the edge, the muscles of his back and arms stretching his t-shirt in all directions, his jeans equally strained by the thickness of his legs. It turns you on an irrational amount to observe him like this, your clit starting to ache when you hear the subtle grunts coming from him as he adjusts the door. You can’t help yourself, and he’s facing away from you anyway, so you carefully slide your hand into your shorts and start rubbing your clit with just one finger.
A little moan escapes you, and you freeze when he turns to look at you with an expression turning from confusion to amusement. Jesus, he whispers, shaking his head, “Just give me two more minutes and I’ll take care of that for you, okay?”. He stands up, slowly walks over to you and cups your jaw in his hand, “Keep touching yourself, but don’t come until I say you can”. He leans in to kiss you, his tongue swiping into your mouth as he releases your jaw and puts his hand over your shorts, motioning for you to keep going, before pulling back and looking at you for a moment - letting you see the erection already straining his pants - then returning to his task.
Those two minutes go by extremely slowly, with you having to stop periodically to cool off, waiting for him to finish up with the door. You finally watch him slide it side to side in its tracks, then get his tools cleaned up and place them by the door. He stalks over to you again, pulling your hand out of your shorts and yanking them down your legs to see that you’re not wearing any panties. He shakes his head in disapproval, clicks his tongue as he looks at your glistening, swollen pussy.
“Lack of holiday parties lately, huh?” he teases, tracing his knuckles up and down your seam. You nod carefully, looking at his bulge with big eyes, whimpering when his thumb catches on your clit. He presses, gently, circles it a few times, and you’re already so close to the edge that you whine as your head falls back. He retracts his hand, not yet, honey, and pulls off your shirt to reveal that you’re not wearing a bra either, with your nipples already stiff, and your entire body so ready for him he mutters, a quiet fuck, under his breath.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asks with his hand on your jaw again, the other one cupping your breast and palming it firmly. “Thanks, daddy” you say softly, and he nods once before letting go and unbuckling his belt, shucking off his jeans and boxers before reaching back over his neck and pulling off his t-shirt. He stands in front of you, slowly jacking his impossibly long and thick, veiny cock with one hand, the tip a deep shade of red and the glisten of precome pooling in the slit, and the other reaching out to wrap around your jaw, digging his fingers in to force it open.
“Open up” he coos, and you oblige, sticking your tongue out just a little and tiling your head back. “Yeah, just like that” he murmurs, before collecting the saliva in his mouth, hovering over you and letting it fall into the back of your mouth with a long, drawn out spit. He keeps your mouth open, watching the muscles in your throat try to swallow while he gazes down at you through dark eyes, your lower body starting to squirm and dig into the mattress as you glance down at the way he’s fucking his fist.
He groans when the first drop of precome leaks out, shutting your mouth and letting you swallow as he lets go of his cock and puts his hand on your back, scooting you closer to him before moving his hand up and pulling you towards himself, positioning your face right in front of his tip, and rubbing it on your lips to urge you to open up again. “I know how much you want my cock” he croons, rubbing your neck and twisting his hand in your hair, and you let out a desperate sort of sigh, opening your mouth to take him in and moaning when it slides in and his head hits the back of your throat. You take a few deep breaths, inhaling his musk and running your hand over his pelvis, through the thick, dark hair and landing on his shaft, circling around it as best as you can, your fingertips not standing a chance at touching.
You coat his length with saliva and start to suck, your tongue firmly teasing the underside of his cockhead and your hand stroking him with the spit sliding down from your open mouth. His breaths are heavy, a few grunts and moans scattered in between as his chest heaves and his hips subtly start to thrust. The muffled moans and gags he forces out of you spur him on, and he fucks your face while snapping his fingers at you, eyes up here, and you have no choice but to look at him.
“You’re gonna swallow my fucking come, huh, sweetheart?” he grunts, and you nod frantically, pulling off with a slurping sound so he can see the string of spit and precome connecting the two of you when you release him from your mouth. Good girl, keep going, he whispers, and you take him again, bobbing your head and winding your tongue around him until he shudders and pulls your head into him, nearly choking you with his length while his musky come pours down your throat, and he moans and curses and looks down at you with pupils so blown out you can’t tell the color of his eyes anymore.
He lets you clean him up with your tongue before he pulls out and drags his knuckles along your pussy again, so wet and messy, and you whine again, falling back on the bed while your back arches and you try to push into his hand to no avail. “Look how desperate she is for me, baby” he coos as his hands run up along your sides, and he grabs onto your waist, lifting you higher onto the bed before dragging his wet tongue up your sex. He lifts up, teasing the head of his cock right where he just licked, rubbing it into your swollen clit until your hips buck, then sliding it down to your opening and giving you his tip, feeling you clenching around it and trying to suck him in further.
Then he slowly gives you the entire length, drags it in and out a few times, so painfully slow, and you try to grind against his pelvis when he bottoms out, needing that last little bit of friction to make you come. He notices the way your hips move when he reaches the end of you, sees how your face contorts, and he knows your body so closely that he can tell you’re about to come. He pulls himself out harshly, lands a swat to your pussy and hears the frustrated exhale from your lungs as he hovers over you. “Not till I let you” he reminds you.
He picks you up and places you on top of him as he lays down across your bed. That is, you and your husband’s bed. Then he grabs you by the hips and pulls you up until your thighs are stretched out on either side of his head and your pussy is touching his mouth, his hands splayed out over your ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he starts to lick you. Ride my tongue until you come on my face, you hear, muffled beneath you. “Yes- yes, daddy” you squeak, and moan so gutturally when your clit swipes across his tongue that you glance over at the window to make sure it’s closed.
You feel him massage your cheeks and suck on your clit as you wind your hips back and forth, making eye contact as you look down and he starts to suck harder. You squeeze the headboard with your hands, trying to stabilize yourself as you start to shake, getting closer and closer, moaning and whimpering his name until your orgasm courses through you and he starts to lick you with broad stripes, letting your climax taper off gradually as you release the tight hold your legs had on his head.
He pushes you down his body while he sits up against the headboard, letting you stand up on your knees and hover over his hard cock, then sink down on it and hear the rugged groan in his throat as he bottoms out. His arms come to wrap around you tightly, your legs circling his hips, and he spreads his thighs just enough to get leverage and fuck up into you, his one hand reaching up to your neck again to stabilize your head. You look into each other’s eyes while he fills you, stretches you and finds the spot only he knows how to touch.
Both of your chests are heaving against each other while you pant, and you moan while he bites your lower lip, releasing it to kiss your neck and start muttering, to your or himself, you’re not even sure at this point. Fucking take it baby, he fucks you harder and you dig your nails into his back, this pussy belongs to me, you feel another orgasm simmering in your lower stomach, shouldn’t fuckin’ tempt me like this, you know I can’t control myself around you. His voice fills your ear and his hand squeezes your shoulder, anchoring you down into his lap so he can fuck you deeper.
A few thrusts, a few more filthy words of encouragement and you’re seeing stars, another orgasm ripping through you and covering his crotch with sticky arousal and the slick of your come. Good girl, you hear, and he’s flipping you onto your back, his cock still fully sheathed inside you throughout the maneuver, and folding your legs to press your knees into your chest.
You’re a complete mess, trying to arch your back but getting blocked by his strong hands shoving you into the mattress, your sensitive little spot getting pounded by the wide head of him, a drop of sweat from his chest dripping down onto yours. You can take it, you can take it, he coos, watching himself overwhelm you with his weight. “Daddy, please, too much- oh, it’s so good” you whine, listening to the obscene sound of his relentless thrusts.
“Just a little more, baby, be a good girl for me” he says and releases your legs, pulls out and yanks your body up and onto your hands and knees. The wet, slippery sound of his hand around his cock fills the room until you feel the wet head rub against your opening, then sink in until it hits the very end of you and you both moan. “Might be a while till we get to do this again, honey” he whispers as he leans over your back, sweeps your hair away from your neck and places a wet kiss along your shoulder, “Cindy's birthday ain’t until next month so we gotta make this one count”.
You nod, breathing heavily and trying to muster up the energy to tilt your head back and look at him. “Can you really wait that long, Joel?” you ask, your eyebrows knitted in concern and your lips forming an innocent pout, “Can you go that long without being inside me?”. He looks up at the ceiling, then back at you, rubs his palm all the way up your spine and lets his hand trace over your shoulder and onto your throat, fiddling with the diamond necklace he gave you. “Probably not” he whispers under his breath, chewing on the inside of this cheek. You stay there for a second, looking into each other’s eyes while he wraps the thin, gold chain around his finger and releases it, runs the pad of his thumb over the little diamond and presses it against your chest.
He raises up again and starts to slowly thrust into you, leaning back a little to watch where he disappears into you, and whispers, spread your legs for me, before reaching around and placing two fingers on your clit, rotating them as he gives you his entire length over and over. You start collapsing into the mattress, your face returning to the pillow and your eyes rolling back at his touch. Your hips start to wind and squirm, close again, and you hear him groan as he speeds up, letting you come on his cock once more and ride it out completely before he returns his hands to your hips.
Then he sets a brutal pace, pushing the middle of your back down so you arch deeper for him, and grabbing your arms to pin your hands together behind you while he fucks you so fast there’s constant pressure on your g-spot. “Just like that, honey, you’re so fucking tight, fuck”, his words start to slur as he gets closer, “This pussy just does somethin' to me.. Jesus Christ”. His hips jerk as he fills you with his cock, “I can’t- fuck, you’re making me come”.
On his last thrust, you feel the pulsating throbs of his cock, swelling and spitting ropes of his spend deep into you, and hear one last, drawn out, guttural moan filling your ears. He gently lets go of your hands, rubs your wrists and places them down onto the mattress, then massages the back of your hips. “Was that alright for you?” he asks, low and husky, with his mouth against the skin on your back, his breath on your damp skin and his nose tracing along your shoulder blade.
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Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.
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Chapter Summary: The Avengers settle into the Compound.
Chapter 11: I Brought the Pizza
The quinjet ride back to Avengers Tower from Sokovia is quiet. A solemn weight over all of us, dressed in black to honour the sacrifice of Pietro but also the people who lost their lives in the war against Ultron. Wanda wished for him to be buried in Sokovia, at least what is left of it. I can’t imagine what she feels, the loss of her country, the loss of her twin, the loss of her home.
“Bet you can’t wait to get out of here,” Clint sighs, taking a seat next to me.
I see a shift in Wanda’s body language. She tunes into our conversation.
I think it over. I have to find Bucky, especially now that Steve has the Avengers to lead out of this political catastrophe. Even so, I only have an inkling of where to start… My eyes fall to Wanda. I feel compelled to stay for her but not because of her. I feel it deeper than in my head.
“I think I should stay,” I say. I look at Steve who I know hears my decision. “Just for a little while… I can’t just leave you guys in the middle of a crisis.”
Clint smiles sadly. “Well if you put it that way you might never get the chance to leave.”
I chuckle. “You’re probably right.”
“You should get some rest.” Clint pats my shoulder. “You’re not built for this, remember?”
I exaggeratedly roll my eyes as he recalls my words from days ago.
I snuggle up in my chair, bringing my knees up and leaning on the window, shutting my eyes.
The sound of children laughing comes into earshot and warms my heart. With it, the feeling of safety envelopes me.
A house stands in front of me. A classic brownstone, steps leading up to a dark oak door. Potted plants line the large bay windows. Plants that are taken care of. I open the door and step inside.
“Mommy!” A lilted voice calls out.
A little girl runs up to me and jumps into my arms. “Hi sweet girl!” The voice is mine but I’m not the one speaking.
I put her down and she pulls me into the living room. Stuffed toys are arranged around the coffee table, teacups in front of them. I hear a crunch under my shoe and look at the floor. Crayons.
“I drew a picture!”
I see someone enter my periphery.
“I missed you today, doll.” A deep voice that sends shivers through my body says.
I wake up with a blanket over me.
“Hey, sleepy head,” Steve greets. He’s not piloting the jet anymore.
“How long was I out?” I ask, unbuckling myself to stand and stretch my legs.
“Pretty much the whole flight. Lucky you.”
“I had the weirdest dream…” I frown.
“Ladies and gentlemen -and androids, please fasten your seatbelts. We are about to begin our descent to Avengers Compound,” Tony announces as he and Clint pilot the jet.
“You heard the captain,” I say. “Well… co-captain, I guess.” Steve chuckles softly and sits in the seat next to me.
The landing is smooth and we all disembark. I overhear Natasha and Clint talking about Bruce, planning on how to go about tracking him. I doubt that’s even possible considering he took off to literally outer space.
“I’m gonna miss my old room at the tower,” Steve comments as we take in the sight of the Compound.
“Tony just had this on standby?” I ask.
“It’s been in the works since the New York Invasion. Thought we’d need a proper home base that wasn’t in the middle of the city,” Tony explains. “You know, you can have a room here, too.”
I smile at the rare show of kindness. “I haven’t had dormmates since my time at the SHIELD Academies.”
“I’d love to hear about those days,” Tony smirks.
Kindness over. I roll my eyes instead of dignifying it with a reply.
“Why don’t you just give us the tour, Tony?” Steve suggests.
I fall into step with Wanda as Tony takes us through to the dorms. She’s been quiet the whole time, looking at whatever Tony points to such as the kitchen a Michelin chef would envy, training grounds fit for Olympic athletes, a meditation room which I theorise was meant for Bruce not that that would have done him much good but the thought is there.
“Stark thought of everything, huh?” I say.
She raises her brows in sarcastic agreement. “He’d like to think so.” I feel the slight bitterness hiding in her tone. Deep wounds.
“Men like him always do. But he’s not a bad guy,” I add.
“I read the files. It wasn’t Stark Industries funding the war in Novi Grad… it was HYDRA. But you spend so long hating a name, blaming it for everything bad in your life… it’s hard to just let that go.”
“Maybe you don’t let it go… maybe you just bury it. At least, that’s what I do. In this line of work, it’s important to be able to do that.” It’s not healthy advice but I think we both know that.
Tony offers Wanda a room and I take the one opposite hers. The space is huge, the bed cozy. I flop down onto it, not even caring that I’m in my outside clothes, although a shower sounds like the best idea. I hear the familiar sounds of television floating from across the corridor. Wanda’s room.
A knock sounds on my already open door.
“Stark thought of everything but clothes,” Nat throws me a SHIELD tracksuit. “This is all the jet had. Looks like we’ll be twinning.”
I smirk. “Thanks. We should shop.”
“Just coz we’re all in the same place doesn’t mean you get to relive your college days,” she teases.
“Fine, I’ll just ask Wanda if she’ll accompany me,” I stick my tongue out and she laughs, leaving my doorway. I go into the en suite bathroom and turn the shower on.
I have a towel wrapped around my hair when I decide to knock on Wanda’s door. I can still hear the TV on.
“Yes?” I hear from the other side.
“Hey… what ya watchin’?” I ask and it’s in no way awkward at all.
“Modern Family.”
“May I join you?”
She just nods. I sit on the bed next to her. She’s still in her clothes but I see a folded pile of the same tracksuit I’m wearing on the desk by the window.
She’s watching the episode where they’re preparing for their family portrait.
“I know this one, I used to binge watch these when I would train at the Academy gym. It’s easier to focus when I’m watching something instead of listening to music,” I comment but try not to overshare. I look to Wanda to try and gauge what she’s thinking. If I’m annoying her.
I only see a small smile but distant eyes. “I used to watch these shows with my family. We had them on tapes, my father would sneak them in… it’s how we learned English. Pietro would always remind us to speak only in English in the evenings. Whoever would break and speak Sokovian first would do the dishes.”
The fact she shares such heartfelt memories with me makes me smile and I know that all Wanda needs right now is someone to sit and watch with her. So that’s what I do.
The sound of knocking wakes us from the nap we didn’t realise we took mid-watch.
“Pizza’s here,” Steve announces.
Wanda and I look at each other then turn the TV off and make our way to the common room. I rub my eyes, feeling the weight of tiredness on them then they fall on a familiar face.
“Sam,” I smile and go in for a hug.
“Hey you, disgraced SHIELD agent,” he greets, recalling the time Steve and I were effectively on the lam from the government and sought help from him.
“This is Wanda,” I introduce. “She’s a friend. Wanda, this is Sam Wilson. He saved Steve and I.”
She simply nods in acknowledgement and he seems to respect her boundaries. Sam’s good like that; sensitive to the burdens of others. It must come with leading a support group for veterans.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I brought the pizza,” he jokes at first then gets serious as we all load up the plates with slices and sides of chicken wings. “I figured it must’ve been rough going through what you guys did back in Sokovia…”
I nod. “It’s hard to talk about.” He would understand that.
“I’m here if you need someone to talk to,” he offers.
“So you’ll be staying?” I ask, hopeful. It’ll be nice to have him around; Sam’s presence feels light.
“Well, Cap was offering the training grounds… go through some drills ya know, for future missions,” he shrugs, but I can see the excitement running through his body.
“You’re an honorary Avenger, Wilson.” It brings a smile to his face.
Staying with the Avengers doesn’t allow much for down time. I wake to the sound of knocking on my door.
“Wake up, L/N.” It’s Natasha. “Cap’s having us run laps and spar.”
I pull the pillow from under me and put it over my face. “Can’t I pass?”
“Nope,” she calls out and I know she’s already gone. I roll my eyes and then roll out of bed. I tie my hair back and find some training gear, Tony’s staff had stocked up the guest rooms, I didn’t even know he still had people for that.
I leave my room and glance at Wanda’s door. She probably wouldn’t appreciate being woken up at dawn and I’m not about to face her wrath.
“You’re late, L/N,” Steve calls out.
“I’ll live,” I sass back.
I stretch in an effort to warm up and wake up.
“I’m too old for this,” Clint complains, appearing next to me.
I frown. “Shouldn’t you be with your family?”
“I will, I just had to finish up some reports and Dr Cho wanted to keep me for observation for a couple days.”
Right, the nano-regeneration. I forgot that happened; it feels so long ago.
A whistle blows. “Alright, warm-up time. Line up on the track,” the Captain orders.
“Is he on some kind of power trip?” I ask no one in particular as we do as he says.
“I told him not to go easy on us,” Sam answers.
I gawk at him. “So this is your fault?”
“You guys are super spies, you’re used to this. I’m a regular Joe. I need to push my limits, I need to be able to keep up.” He raises a fair point. “You were trained by the KGB, you both were trained by SHIELD-“
“You were in the army, like Steve,” Clint raises a brow.
“Oh, come on. I’m nothing like that guy,” Sam defends.
Sam is humble. “I think you’re more like him than you think, Wilson. Don’t ever sell yourself short.”
“Alright, enough chit chat. At the sound of my whistle, you run like hell.” A silence follows where you can only hear the wind then the sound pierces through my ears and my legs take off. Running feels like the closest thing to flying, to freedom. As a spy, I was always on the run from something so it feels good to run for nothing. Nothing but glory, that is. I smirk as I near the line and see a flash of red in my periphery. Too slow, Romanoff.
“We have a winner,” Cap announces. “Good job, L/N.”
“This isn’t fair, she’s younger,” Clint heaves.
I laugh. “Don’t be a sore loser, Clint.”
“Alright, have a water break, then we’re sparring.”
“You gonna be my partner, Falcon?” I ask.
“Actually, I was thinking of having you all fight each other so you can have a range of fighting styles to understand,” Cap explains.
“You really wanna tire us out, huh Cap?”
“Well after, we’ll have breakfast. I think Tony’s setting up a small feast with his private caterers. And yes, I do hear how ridiculously pretentious that sounds coming from my mouth.”
I smirk. “You’ve come a long way from a boy in a Brooklyn brownstone.”
The ache is familiar but not welcome as I trudge to the common room for the breakfast spread promised to us for surviving a Steve Rogers Training Special.
“I feel like I was maimed. Do you feel maimed?” I ask the nearest person.
“Mhm, yeah that’s one word for it,” Sam answers. “I didn’t like that at all.”
“Imagine if we had to fight Cap after all of that,” we laugh at the absurdity then it dies down because that idea is actually entirely possible. We share a look of fear.
I smell it before I see it. Fresh bread being toasted, eggs, bacon, sausages, herby mushrooms. Then the sweet scent of Danish pastries and croissants.
“Okay, maybe all that was worth it,” Clint comments as he makes a beeline for the food. Natasha smacks his hands before he touches anything. “Ow!” he exclaims.
“Wash your hands first.”
Glancing at the clock, I see it’s just after 9 and I can hear chatter coming from the corridor leading to my room. I follow the noise and while the corridor is still dark, lights flash from under Wanda’s doorway. TV. She’s awake.
I knock softly on the door.
“Yes?”
“Wanda… there’s breakfast, if you want,” I offer. I hear shuffling and the door opens. Her eyes are red and puffy, her nose rubbed raw.
“I’m not hungry but thank you.” She means it. I nod.
“If you want anything at all…” I let it linger. There’s only one thing she wants and no one can give it to her.
She gives a small smile and slowly closes the door but I notice she keeps it ajar.
I catch Steve’s eye as he looks at me expectedly. I shake my head subtly and he knows what I mean by it.
I wash my hands then fix up a plate and sit next to Steve on the bar.
“Dealing with grief… it’s personal. We just have to be there for her when she’s ready.”
“Grief…” Vision repeats. I didn’t even notice him. His cape and suit is gone, he seems to have opted for slacks and a sweater. I wonder when he had the time to go shopping… “Miss Maximoff does not want to break the fast with us because of it?”
“No… she doesn’t have much of an appetite. It’s normal, giving what she’s going through,” Sam adds.
“To grieve is to have loved one so greatly it surpasses the life that was ended,” Vision states and the room is quiet. Heavy.
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Chapter 12
lowkey that last line slayed I'm proud of writing that hahaha
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