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Are You The One? - Two

A/N: Little installment for this, all mistakes are mine--thanks! Edit: excuse my poor attempt at tagging people. It might be a tumblr thing or very, very much a me thing.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, Jerk!Vision lol

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Your side of the bed is empty when Wanda wakes up.

Wanda sits up with a groan, rubbing at her burning eyes. She can hear the sounds of silverware clanking against dishes and conversations about "how drunk was I last night?" coming from the common areas. Wanda throws her hair into a messy bun before padding out to find you sitting next to an empty chair. You smile at her like she's the sun peeking out after a long stretch of gloom.

"Good morning," you greet her softly, pouring her a glass of water, "everyone just woke up, figured you wanted to rest a little longer."

"You were...you were going to wake me?," she asks, gingerly taking the glass.

"In about...20 minutes, yes," you turn off the timer you set on your watch while Wanda tries to process why you would even bother to do something like that for her. She gives you a tight-lipped smile before leaving to pour herself a cup of coffee.

The view from behind the carafe keeps Wanda entertained while her coffee brews. Eyes bouncing around the table, cautious touches, smiles finally reaching eyes, and scattered lips to ears -- there's a different air about the house after last night. The clock is almost through ticking and aside from the prize fund, people are determined to find their match.

"How was last night?" Steve snaps a finger in your direction with a mischievous grin. You roll your eyes.

"We talked a lot, I think we're on the same page about trying this out for the ceremony."

"For what it's worth," Sharon cuts in, leaning over Steve who just puts a meaty arm around her shoulders, "I think you two would be a cute couple. Plus, you can't argue with a genius like Shuri."

You hum in agreement, "thank you," you lean back and take a sip from your glass. You glance at Carol, she greets you with a wink that can wake the moon up at this point. You feel your cheeks radiate enough heat to fry eggs.

"I don't see it," Steve interrupts with a mouthful of food.

"You don't?"

"No, I mean-the chemistry is there for sure, but Carol can have chemistry with a toaster if she really wanted to," Steve rips into his other piece of toast, "personally, I have trouble seeing it between you and Wanda, but love is complicated, plus, I'm not going to argue with Shuri's logic."

Steve continues eating, ignoring the way your head tilts and your face does the perfect impression of a question mark. Wanda misses it too as she sits back down. Her eyes don't travel far around the room after almost catching Vision's pitiful look he's been wearing since last night.

"Game day!" Tony pops the top off a bottle of beer and cracks it over the mouth of Scott's beer, making an impromptu volcano. Tony only chugs half the beer before slamming it down to head outside, where the camera crew is waiting.

That's right, it's another game day. Wanda twists the fork in her hand idly above her food while everyone else begins to file out of the house.

"Hey," you watch Wanda's eyes soften a bit when they meet yours, "you ready for this?"

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Wanda was in fact, not ready for this.

Her hands ball into stiff fists, sitting at her sides as she watches you pick Carol's pickup line over hers. Wanda doesn't miss the twitch in your jaw the moment Carol stepped forward, maybe you were hoping for a date with Wanda too?

Wanda's eyes are locked onto the flight path of Carol's hands on your body when she feels someone nudge her side, "Val picked you," Maria whispers.

Shit.

Wanda makes sure she's smiling big enough for the cameras to see as she walks over to Valkyrie. She doesn't spare a glance at you as Val throws an arm over her shoulder to pull her in.

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Despite everything that's happened in the past 24 hours, the boat ride is a little fun, if only a little.

"So," Val drawls, "talk to me about y/n."

"We don't have to, I'm on this date with you," Wanda drums her fingers against the side of her champagne glass that's been full since she first boarded. Val gives Wanda a gentle smile and leans forward.

"For what it's worth, I think you and y/n make a cute pair. Something is there, I'm sorry you weren't able to chip away at it on a date today."

Wanda's head tilts as she chews on her lip for a moment, "thank you," she says, "we have a little bit of time, we talked for a while last night."

"Trying to feel for a connection within a week is probably not ideal, given you spent so much time with Vision up until now."

Wanda's shoulders begin to droop, she puts a little more space between her and Val, "I feel awful for only listening to my heart," she says to the floor of the boat.

"I mean, Vision didn't really give you a moment to breathe, let alone think. This might be the most we've spoken since we got here," Val flashes a crooked smile before taking a sip from her glass. Wanda lifts her head, eyebrows furrowed.

"Is that what everyone in the house thinks too?"

"Some more than others, we just got worried about the both of you never finding your match--and costing us the prize fund, but still," Wanda shakes her head with a giggle while Val refills her glass.

"You think Shuri is right?"

"I think Shuri is more tuned in to everything going on in the house than the lot of us," Val leans back against the seat, her limbs sailing across the leather of the seat into a more comfortable position.

"I spent too much time trying to play the field instead of fostering any type of connection," Val takes another sip, throwing her head back with a groan. Wanda cracks a small smile when she remembers the foursome facilitated by Val and Carol within the first week of being here. She remembers watching everyone eavesdropping by the door while she tried to listen to Vision's monologue about the many lives he's lived before now.

"Who did Shuri say your match was?"

"Carol," Val barks out a laugh.

"I can see that."

"What?" Val picks her head up, "we're both recovering playboys, that seems like a recipe for disaster."

"I think it will lead to change more than anything. Neither of you wants to keep doing the same things forever. You might even share a deep understanding of your ways because you're so similar," Wanda shrugs, finally taking a sip of her champagne.

Val hums with a cheeky smile on her face. She keeps Wanda under a watchful eye while she sips from her glass, "you know you're pretty wise when you look around for longer than a few seconds."

That gets a playful scoff from Wanda, there's no point in defending her behavior, "I wish it would have happened sooner, maybe we wouldn't be racing against the clock."

Val only nods once, "it's a hard game to play," they both share a look at the horizon for a few moments before realizing their date is about to end.

"Tell you what," Val sets her glass down and takes Wanda's too, "tonight, I'll find Carol and bare my soul to her and you try to deepen your connection with y/n, deal?"

The boat is being docked by the time Val finishes her sentence. She's holding her hand out to Wanda. Has she just made a friend? Is this what everyone else has been doing while she was too busy with Vision to care?

Wanda docks her worries and reservations by putting her hand in Val's. They both walk to the house with a new sense of determination, this game isn't over yet.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Handsome Stranger

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.4K

SUMMARY | You weren't sure when Tony brought up this idea the first time, but after a few more talks about it, you finally gave in, and that's how you found yourself in the middle of a busy bar, ready to be picked up by your husband. However, to everyone else around you, you look just like a couple of strangers having their first meeting.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, a few mentions of Y/N.

REQUEST | @ccbsrmsf1 Maybe Tony and Sunshine are at a party, and they pretend that they don't know each other and seduce each other at this party and flirt a lot, resulting in very hot sex afterward

SMUT | Dirty talk, light degradation, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, drinking of breastmilk (sexual), fingering, begging, spanking, hair pulling, nipple piercings, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare

A/N | Carol, dear, dear, DEAR Carol, I cannot even begin to thank you enough for the idea of this fic! Your brain is made of pure gold, and I was very excited and horny while writing this! Thank you for the idea, the proofreading, and the perfect GIF to match; eu te amo 3000! 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | Roleplaying

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Tony is sitting on the couch, giving Paxton a milk bottle since you're working late tonight. Hudson and Orion play in their playroom at Howard and Maria's house. At the same time, Maria prepares dinner, and Howard watches TV, making the atmosphere in the Stark household very peaceful and relaxing.

"Dad, remember when you and Mom helped me ask Sunshine to the spring dance all these years ago?" Tony suddenly asks his Dad, his brow quirked as he looks at Howard, nodding in response.

"Well, I was hoping to surprise her with a night out together, just the two of us, and I was hoping you could give me some ideas as to what to do on said date night," he says with a sigh. He's thought of countless ideas, none good enough because he wants this night to be remarkable. The two of you don't get too much time with just you and him, so he's planning on making it a night you will remember for a long time.

"How about getting a drink at a bar or a party? I know that may sound boring, but there are countless ways of making the night more interesting," Howard says, and Tony nods as the gears in his brain start turning, trying to think of the perfect idea.

"I think I have a plan; now I just need to know what she thinks of it," Tony says with his lips curled into a smile. Not long after, Paxton is done with his bottle, and it's time to burp the little guy. That all goes smoothly, and as soon as he's getting a clean diaper, Tony can hear the door open, and your voice carries throughout the house with your announcement of your arrival.

"I'm home! Now, where are my two Munchkins?" you say as you walk into the hallway. You don't have to wait long for Hudson and Orion to run over and capture you in a much-needed hug.

"Welcome home, Mommy!" they say in unison, enveloping you with warmth and signature smells. You love your twins to pieces, and coming home to them is something you will never take for granted.

"Have you two been good to everyone today?" you ask your twins, and they nod furiously.

"Alright, you two can play some more while I find your Dad and Paxton," you tell them. With one big kiss on the cheek for each of them, they run off again, and you are surprised by Tony walking into the hallway with Paxton on his hip and a big smile on his face as he sees you.

"Hi Little One! Aren't you the absolute cutest in your Winnie The Pooh outfit? Oh my goodness, I could eat you right up!" you tell him as you take him from Tony and blow raspberries on Paxton's cheek that have him squealing and swinging his arms and legs in delight. Coming home to your bundle of joy is excellent and one of the many reasons you're looking forward to coming home each night after work.

"What about me?" Tony asks in a fake sad voice and a slight pout that you happily kiss away.

"I was cuddling my son first, but if you need my attention first, I guess I can make an exception," you tease him, and Tony perks up at your words.

"I always need your attention, Sunshine. Haven't you noticed that by now?" he says with a wink. He pulls you against his chest for a much-needed hug, and Paxton is more than happy to be included as well.

"I love you, My Love," and with one last kiss and a pat on your butt, he lets you go to the kitchen, your stomach practically rumbling as you greet Maria, who is just finishing dinner as you walk in. A large pot of your favorite soup is simmering away on the stove and filling the house with a delicious scent, and you can't wait to dive in.

"How was work today?" Maria asks as she envelops you in a hug. You let yourself melt into her touch, and her familiar scent makes you think of your own Mom. Ever since Tony introduced you to them, they have welcomed you like their daughter, and over the years, the bond you have has only grown stronger.

"It was good, but the last showing turned out to be longer than I had planned, so I'm delighted you could all wait for me to come home; I'm starving!" you tell her, and she nods before sending you off to the living room, where you let yourself plop on the couch next to Howard, Paxton now sitting on your lap.

"He's growing up so fast," Howard remarks as he looks at his youngest grandson, and you couldn't agree more. He's growing the fastest out of all your children, and his chubby features make him look adorable.

"Tell me about it! He's almost twice the height and weight the twins were at his age! It's unbelievable!" you tell Howard. However, before he can answer you, Maria lets you know it's dinner time, so you quickly rush to the dining room, finding your usual spot next to Tony and across from the twins.

"It smells amazing, Maria. Thank you all so much for waiting for me," you tell her before diving in. The soup is paired with different types of bread and has your mouth watering at the smell, so it is all gone before you can even think about it too much. Maria's cooking is impeccable and something you will never get enough of, so you're glad Tony has learned a thing or two from her.

"C'mon Sunshine, let's go take a shower together before anyone notices we're gone," Tony suddenly whispers in your ear when everyone is busy. You allow Tony to pull you away and up the stairs, leading the way to his bathroom.

"I missed you today, and I need my dessert now," he growls in your ear before shutting and locking his bedroom door, having learned his lesson years ago. His lips descend on yours in an instant, his tongue effortlessly finding its way into your mouth as you let him take the lead.

Soft moans escape your lips and are swallowed instantly by Tony, making them almost inaudible. That doesn't take away from the fact that this man affects you in a way you can't get enough of. Clothes are strewn across the floor as you enter the shower, turning it on to let the warmth slowly build.

"I missed you so much, Sunshine, I've been aching to sink into your perfect, tight pussy all fucking day," Tony whispers in your ear, and it has goosebumps erupting over your neck. His hands are placed on your hips, where they dig into the flesh as he pulls you close to him, his erection digging into your lower back.

"Please," is all you manage to breathe out before Tony steps into the shower, pulling you with him before going down on his knees and hooking your leg over his shoulder, eyeing your pussy with a hunger that has you trembling in anticipation.

"Perfect," he groans before diving forward, and you have to steady yourself against the walls of the shower as he dips his tongue into your entrance before licking a stripe to your clit, making you moan loud as your head falls back.

The man is a master with his tongue, and he can coax orgasms out of you faster than you can even think about what's happening. As he suddenly sets a leisurely pace with his tongue on your clit, you allow yourself to melt into his touch, and the pleasure is building slowly but perfectly.

"Hmm, s'good," you murmur as you look down at him, his big, dark brown eyes looking up at you as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling softly before dipping two of his fingers inside your heat, making you moan loudly again.

"Fuck!" is all you can bring out as he sets a rapid pace with his fingers, the pads gliding over your sweet spot constantly and with the right amount of pleasure to build your orgasm quickly. Just as you feel the tension is about to snap, he adds one more finger, stretching you out for what's to come later.

"M close! Please, let me cum," you say to Tony, and he listens, giving you exactly what you want as his fingers set a brutal pace and his lips suck hard on your clit, the pleasure almost blinding as white spots start to appear around the edges of your vision. A string of broken moans follows a scream of his name as he carefully works you through it, ensuring you're not crashing when coming down.

"That's it, you're such a good girl for Daddy right now," Tony tells you between the kisses he places on your belly, through the valley of your breasts, and ending on your neck and jaw.

"Now, I want you to bend over and present your perfect pussy for me, because I'm going to fuck you so nice and hard you won't be able to think straight for the rest of the day," he tells you, and you let out a moan at the thought of Tony completely fucking you dumb.

"Yes, Daddy," you whisper before turning around and spreading your legs, giving Tony a perfect look at your sopping cunt, which he has opened up beautifully for himself to slide into. Grabbing the base of his cock, he lines up with your entrance before thrusting in with a smooth motion, making you scream right as he hits your G-spot.

"D-Daddy! That's it, fuck me hard," you tell him, and he doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers dig hard into the flesh of your hips, and he pulls you to him at a fast pace that has you moaning loudly, every thought in your head completely melting away as it's replaced by nothing but pleasure.

"S this what you wanted, huh? To be used like a human fleshlight? You do, huh, letting Daddy use this tight pussy whenever he wants for his pleasure? You're fucking perfect for me," he says through gritted teeth as you clench hard around him, and he lands a smack on your butt, shooting you forward with force as the pleasurable pain ripples through your body.

"M-more," you bring out, and he happily listens as he lands another one on the other side, too, making you clench on his cock once again. Then he grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you back against his chest while his pace stays unaltered, still pounding into you from behind.

"Is this hard enough for you, huh? 'S my beautiful slut already going fuckdumb?" he asks, and you nod.

"Y-Yes Daddy, just f-for you," you bring out between broken moans, and Tony's mouth curls into a mischievous smile as his fingers dip from your waist down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as the pleasure inside you builds fast, your eyes rolling back into your head.

"You close, Sunshine? Are you gonna cum for Daddy again?" he asks, and you nod, unable to even bring out any words anymore. He has truly fucked you dumb, just like he promised he would.

"C-cumming!" you managed to croak out right before the tension inside you snapped again; the pressure of Tony's fingers on your clit combined with the pounding against your G-spot have you seeing stars and trembling hard. If it weren't for Tony holding you up, you surely would have fallen over as he fucks you through both your orgasms.

You didn't notice Tony spilling his load inside you earlier as you were too wrapped up in your pleasure, and even though there's a slight disappointment rippling through you, it is quickly making a place for nothing but pure happiness as he pulls you close.

"You did so well for me, Sunshine; you're perfect for me," he whispers in your hair as his hands glide over your back, the contact you always crave after an intense session like this. Even though you both like soft, slow sex in the mornings, you tend to prefer the rough, kinky sex for the evenings as a way to destress, and Tony could feel this is exactly what you needed without you needing to say a word.

"M a good girl?" you ask with apparent tiredness.

"The best," Tony whispers as he carefully washes your hair. The smile that appears on your face has his insides heating up immensely.

"I love yoooouuuuu," you say, the last word being dragged out as you sway from side to side, the moment's pleasure still clear in your mind.

"I love you too, Sunshine, more than you'll ever know," he tells you as he washes the soapy bubbles out of your hair. After the conditioner has had plenty of time to soften it, he washes it out, making it very soft and exactly the way you like it.

"Alright, let's get you dried off and into bed because we have a big day tomorrow," he tells you, and you turn around, though it's not as graceful as you'd hoped, with your legs still feeling like jelly.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" you ask, and Tony's mouth curls at the corners at the sight before him.

"We're going to Bruce and Nat's party, remember? They're celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary in the Luxury Hotel," he tells you, and you nod in understanding.

"I forgot, 'm sorry," you tell him with a giggle, but he doesn't mind.

"S okay, Sunshine. You've got enough to think about, but tonight, you can just sleep and forget everything for a few hours. Tomorrow's a new day," he tells you, and you nod as you allow your husband to dry you off from head to toe. After that, he puts you in a pair of panties and one of his old shirts, which is about three sizes too big on you, before leading you to the bed.

You let yourself fall onto the bed with a groan, the plush mattress catching you as you let out a yawn. As you crawl under the covers, Tony pulls on a pair of boxer briefs before getting under the covers with you. He is more than happy to call it an early night with you.

"Sleep well, Sunshine; I love you," he says, pulling you against his chest.

"Sleep well, Daddy, love you too," you say sleepily, and not long after, you're falling into a dreamless sleep, which is much-needed after the long days you've been making at work lately. Now, all you have to do is sleep in your husband's arms and not worry about anything for a few hours.

You're getting ready for Bruce and Natasha's anniversary party after another day of work, but today was going a lot better after the way Tony fucked you last night. The tension you were holding onto has completely melted away, and you almost felt like you were walking on clouds the entire day.

After searching for the perfect dress, you have found a beautiful red dress with a plunging neckline that you can't wait to show Tony. You wanted to keep it a secret until now, and you're standing in front of the mirror after slipping it on, admiring how your tattoos are highlighted beautifully, and the slit on your right leg is exactly high enough to show the names of your husband and kids.

"Are you ready to-" Tony manages to say as he walks into the bedroom where you're getting ready, but his jaw is practically on the floor as you look at him through the mirror. His gaze wanders down but gets stuck on the neckline of your dress, as your breasts are shown off beautifully without being distasteful.

"I can tell you like what you see," you say as you turn around, and Tony doesn't know where to look. From your hair to your make-up and from your breasts to your legs, he wants to look at everything at once.

"Wow," he whispers as he walks over to you, a large smile spreading across your red lips. He is clad in an all-white suit with a black bow tie and black shoes, making him look elegant.

"You're not looking too bad either, My Love," you tell him as you close the distance between them, grabbing his hands before pulling him into a soft, gentle kiss. You felt like a princess already, but his reaction officially made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

"I wanted to bring up an idea, by the way. That's why I walked in here, but I got blown away by your beauty," he tells you, and your cheeks are heating in response to his words.

"What do you think of a little... roleplay during the party? Nothing extreme or weird, but I was thinking of maybe acting like we don't know each other, then flirting as we get to know each other, and one thing leads to another," he tells you with a wink, and you agree after a few short moments.

"As long as it ends up with me being fucked into the mattress one way or another, I'm okay with that," you tell him, and now it's his turn to blush at your words. He has always loved your filthy mouth, and your words go directly to his cock as he can feel it twitching in his pants.

"I wouldn't want it any other way, Sunshine," he says in a deep, lust-filled voice that has you clenching your thighs as well. Even after all these years, you are like a pair of horny teenagers together, but you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

Once you arrive at Natasha's party, your best friend immediately whisks you away. You have been very busy with work, so this is the perfect opportunity to catch up, and you'll happily let her guide you to the nearest bar.

"You look amazing tonight; it's honestly a miracle you even made it out of the house looking like this," Natasha said with a huge smile, and you nodded in agreement.

"It wasn't easy. I had to drag myself out of there before he could make his moves, but I did it," you chuckle as you shake your head because you know it's true. You never would have left the house if it were up to him.

"Bruce was the same; if it wasn't for our party, we would have never left the bedroom. He got me a Hitachi wand for our anniversary, and I can tell you it is AH-MA-ZING! Most intense orgasms I've ever had," she tells you without a single ounce of shame, and you love her for it.

"Those are amazing! And if I may suggest something, it is nice to use on him, too," you say with a wink, and Nat gives you a mischievous look.

"I might try it out later tonight," she says before turning to the bartender and ordering your usual drinks, which haven't changed since you were roommates in college. While waiting for the drinks, your eyes glide through the room, only to land on your husband.

You know what's about to happen when a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as he shoots you a wink with a champagne glass in his hand. As Tony slowly approaches you, you lean into Natasha, telling her to go with whatever's happening here, and she doesn't even question it for a second.

"You look beautiful tonight; one might even say you're the Belle of the ball," he says in a smooth, deep, sexy voice that has you clenching your thighs already. Your facade is already crumbling at just a few words, but you keep yourself together long enough to get through your thoughts.

"Well, if you think so, you might want to get me and my friend a drink," you respond, and he quirks his brow before agreeing. Nat looks at you with a raised brow as if she's questioning, 'What are you two up to now?' but she knows better than to ask.

"Here you go, Sun-" he says before swallowing the last word. This doesn't come as naturally to him as he had hoped, but he's also having fun and hoping you are.

"So, where are you two beautiful ladies from? I am sure it must be heaven because this is the first time I'm seeing two Angels here on earth," he says, putting on a slight New York accent as well, which he knows damn well has you going crazy within no time.

"Aren't you the cutest little thing? I'm from California, but my friend, Natasha, is from Russia," you tell Tony, and he grabs Natasha's hand to place a kiss on it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Natasha," he says before moving on and grabbing yours. Bringing your hand to his lips as his eyes ghost over the tattoos he has seen countless times, worshipped more times than he can count, and fantasized about since the moment he first saw them.

"And it's a pleasure to meet you as well-" he says with a quirked brow, wanting to know your name.

"Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," he says before letting your hand go again, and you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties. The way he is doing this has you so aroused it is taking everything in you not to crumble right here and now, but it's difficult. Very difficult.

"May I have this dance?" he asks as he extends his hand out to you. You nod before placing it in his, the warmth of his hand feeling familiar and secure. The slow song playing is the perfect moment to catch up for a moment.

"How're you enjoying it so far?" you whisper in Tony's ear.

"I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, Sunshine. However, from the looks of it, I'm not the only one enjoying the way you look tonight. I've seen many eyes staring in your direction already," he says, and you can't help but chuckle. So that is the reason he asked you to dance.

"Sometimes you're too possessive for your own good, but it's okay. At the end of the day, you're the one I'm getting into bed with, and not all of them," you tell him, and he nods in agreement.

"But I believe I promised to fuck you into the mattress tonight, so how about we call it an early night and get a head start on that?" Tony whispers in your ear before softly nibbling on your earlobe, and you hum in agreement.

"Let's go," you tell him before pulling him to the room's exit and the hotel's elevators. It's a good thing you decided to get a room here to sleep because this way, you can have the most filthy, uninterrupted sex you've had in a long time.

As soon as the hotel door closes shut, Tony pushes you against it, his mouth immediately crashing onto yours as he peels the dress off your body, letting the fabric fall to the floor to reveal your bare breasts. The silver barbells adorning them are driving Tony insane.

"So fucking hot, Sunshine," is all he says before leaning down and cupping one of them, his lips closing around the other as he starts to drink from it. They're nice and swollen since you haven't breastfed your son since the morning, but Tony requested that you don't pump this time since he wanted to drink your precious milk.

As soon as the liquid hits his tongue, he groans, and your hands find their way into his hair, pulling lightly as you rut your hips back and forth to get some relief.

"Bed, Tony," you say, and he stops for a moment, but only long enough to allow you to get comfortable on the bed. As soon as you're ready, he's back with his mouth around your nipple, sucking in his cheeks as the white liquid he desires so much coats his tongue again.

"S'good," you moan out as you feel Tony's hand playing with the barbell on your other nipple, the sensitivity only heightening with every passing moment. Eventually, his free hand moves to his pants as he palms his hard cock, needing to relieve himself of the pressure that's building inside him.

As he does this, he keeps making the same rocking movements, and without warning, he cums in his pants, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he keeps drinking your milk.

"Fuck! Did you just cum, Daddy? 'S so fucking hot when you cum when you drink my milk," you tell him, and he nods as he keeps working himself through his orgasm, his cock getting very sensitive from the stickiness of the fabric.

"Good boy," you whisper as you lace your fingers in his hair and pull hard as he keeps drinking, his hand still working over his cock as he's getting hard again despite the overstimulation.

"Taste so fucking good, Sunshine, makes me fucking cum like a teenager when I drink from you. But I'm sure you love that, don't you?" he asks, and you nod with a wide smile.

"How about I make you cum when I drink from you, huh? Would you like that?" "Yes, Daddy, please make me cum when you drink from me," you beg for him, and that's all he needs to hear before his hand moves to your clothed pussy, his fingers effortlessly finding your clit.

"That's it, ride Daddy's fingers if you want to cum," he orders before latching onto your other breasts, and the feeling alone has your body rutting up against his hand. The sensations you're feeling are positively addicting, and you keep chasing your high until you fall over the edge with a loud moan and trembling thighs.

When he's done, he tells you, "Good girl," making you blush at the praise. If there's one thing you always love, it's being praised.

"Now, get on your hands and knees, and spread these legs for me so I can see that beautiful pussy of yours," he tells you, and that's about all the warning he gives before ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere to the side, making you gasp as the cool air hits your wet folds.

You're quickly doing as he asks, and he lets out a deep groan at the sight of your pink pussy and puckered hole. When you shake your ass a little to tease him, he's officially done for, and he gets undressed before sitting on his knees behind you.

"God, you're perfect for me like this, Sunshine. 'M gonna fuck a baby into you tonight; I fucking know it! Fill this pussy with my cum until it's dripping out, just breeding this cunt until you're round with my baby," Tony tells you as he lines up with your dripping entrance, sliding in carefully.

"Oh, fuck, yes! So tight around my cock, you like that, don't you? When my fucking monster cock is stretching out your delicious, hot, pink pussy?" Tony asks, and you nod.

"Yes, Daddy, I love it when you stretch me," you tell him as he bottoms out, a gasp leaving your lips from the force behind it.

"M not goin' easy tonight, Sunshine, will fucking ruin this cunt, because it's made to take it. 'S made for me to ruin as I use you as my fleshlight, pumping every drop of cum into it until it's dripping out and you're knocked up."

The combined moans, as well as skin slapping against skin, quickly fill the room, and Tony doesn't wait to set a ferocious pace, his balls constantly slapping against your clit as he fucks you into the mattress just like he promised.

"That's it, taking my monster cock like that! You're such a good girl for Daddy," he pants out as his orgasm creeps closer to yours since you're still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, and his balls keep slapping against your clit at the same brutal pace.

"You gonna cum for me? Yeah? Fuck, 'm close too, Sunshine, want you to fucking milk me as you cum. Want to fucking feel you squeeze every last drop of my cum-" is all he gets out when you clench, and every last bit of resolve Tony thought he had completely crumbles as he shoots his cum deep inside your pussy again, and you're milking him through both your orgasms.

"Fuck! I can't wait to see you pregnant again, Sunshine. Always so beautiful when you're carrying my child," he says when collapsing on the bed. Your body has given out, too, as you're flopped down.

"I can't wait either, Daddy," you rasp out. After Tony has cleaned up the most important parts, he carries you to the bath for a relaxing massage to soothe your sore muscles.

About three months have passed when you find out you're indeed very pregnant, and you can't wait to tell Tony, your Munchkins, and the rest of the family. Even though you're secretly hoping to have another girl, you would still be equally happy if you added a little boy to your family, too.

"Tony? Can you come here for a moment?" you say with a wavering voice as you're seated on the edge of your bed. Tony has just put Paxton down for a nap while the twins are at school.

"What's up, Buttercup?" he asks as he walks into the bedroom, but he quickly runs over when he sees the tears on your cheeks, worry instantly flooding his body.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asks as he pulls you into his lap. You show him the positive pregnancy test. As soon as Tony looks at it, he knows what's going on; he's seen enough of them in his adult life to know what a positive one looks like.

"I can't believe it; we'll have another baby. Maybe it will be a Little Princess, just like you've been dreaming of, or a Little Prince to complete the family," Tony says as he holds you close, and you both let your tears flow freely.

"What do you think about the name Easton? It's suitable for both genders, and I love how it turns the kids' initials into 'HOPE," you tell him with a watery smile. He nods before capturing your lips with his.

"It's perfect," he whispers as he takes in this moment. You're pregnant for the third time with his baby, and he feels like the luckiest man on earth. That night, you tell Hudson and Orion about adding another brother or sister, and they couldn't be happier.

"Do you already know what it is going to be?" Hudson asks you, but you shake your head.

"No, but we have decided that their name is going to be Easton," you tell them, and you let both of them sit with their hands on your belly for a while, even though they can't feel the baby kicking for a long time.

"I can't wait to meet little Easton. I hope they're just as cute as Paxton," Orion says, and Tony nods.

"So do I, Babygirl, so do I."

"Can we FaceTime all our grandparents and tell them the good news? Can we? CAN WE?!" Orion asks excitedly, and you nod. You're too tired to do it yourself now, and their excitement is the perfect way to tell them.

Not even fifteen minutes later, both Howard and Maria, as well as Virginia and Jackson, are visible on your laptop screen, and you wave to everyone while your head is leaning on Tony's shoulder. Before anyone can even say hello, Hudson is already blurting out the good news, making you smile.

"We're getting a brother or sister!" he says, and all the grandparents cheer and share tears.

"Their name will be Easton," Orion says, and everyone melts at the beautiful name.

"We will all come to visit you soon, Buttercup because we cannot wait to see our little grandbaby grow in your belly," Virginia says, and everyone agrees. With that, you've officially told your family you're pregnant, and you can't wait to share it with the rest of the world, too. But that won't be for another few months.

Now, you can live in your little bubble as little Easton grows inside you, ready to be brought into the world. Until then, they will be protected by you and everyone around you, too, and that's all you could ever wish for.

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traveler-at-heart · 10 months

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What we were

Chapter 2

A/N: Background into the What we were story. Mentions of cheating, character death.

PS I didn’t mean to make you all hate Natasha 😭 I’ve just had this story for a long time in my mind and wanted to write it. Baby’s been through it and I promise in other chapters she’ll be better if that makes sense lol.

Six Months Earlier

It was a warm spring day. Flowers were blooming. In no time, grass would grow back to cover the grave.

As Clint’s coffin was lowered to the ground, it felt like time had stopped, or it had been altered.

You were all pretty much retired. The Avengers were a thing of the past.

So why was he on that mission with Kate Bishop?

Carol, still grieving over Maria, only sent flowers.

Natasha was away from everyone else. No one could approach her, not even you. She’d only talk to Anya or Laura.

It felt like she was punishing the team.

You are all to blame.

Natasha almost threw Kate across the room the minute she tried to apologize.

That was the first wedge between her and Yelena.

She ignored everyone’s disapproving stares as well. And you knew what that distance meant.

Nothing and no one would get in her way to avenge Clint.

You were scared.

And rightfully so.

Natasha didn’t sleep, barely ate and simply stopped being present in your lives.

You heard her scoff and protest everytime you brought it up.

Laura is raising three kids on her own. And you think you have it hard?

One day, you begged her to come with you to therapy.

It could be good for us.

She agreed, if only to shut you up. Natasha never made it to that first session, nor did she apologize for her absence.

For the first time in your life, you could actually picture what it was like in the Red Room.

No feelings, no humanity.

Just a mission.

Before summer break, you asked Yelena to organize a family trip to celebrate Anya’s birthday.

Maybe Natasha could speak to Alexei or Melina. Maybe they’d understand.

Natasha refused.

“It’s for your daughter’s birthday,” you pleaded.

“We’ll do something else. Just the three of us. I promise”

Because she looked ashamed for the first time in months, you believed her.

It was a lie.

Yelena flew the next week, agreeing to look after Anya until school started again.

Your plan was simple; you’d help Natasha find all the information she needed. You’d finish the mission and then go back to normal.

The day after Yelena and Anya left, you went back to the Compound.

That’s where your wife was most nights, alone. Even Bucky had moved out years ago.

Still, you remembered every corner of this building.

It was your home, a long time ago.

Yours and Natasha’s.

Your first kiss, your first night together… It all happened here.

Curious about the things left in your old room, you walked over there, not even bothering to knock.

And there, you found Carol putting on a shirt and shorts, while Natasha walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.

“Shit” her skin paled the second you locked eyes. “Y/N, please”

The room was spinning, you couldn’t breathe and you were certain your heart would explode any minute now.

Natasha ran behind you, pulling you by the wrist to make you turn.

She was screaming, crying, begging. All the things you had done for the last four months to keep your family in one piece.

Going to Wanda’s old room, you locked the door, barely listening to her pleads on the other side.

It was the strangest feeling in the world. Your energy was drained, as if you’d come back from a mission and were fatally wounded.

Natasha was still there when you opened the door, a couple of hours later. You couldn’t feel your face and your voice sounded foreign as you spoke.

“You have until tomorrow to move out of the house”

“Please, don’t”

You walked past her, without sparing a single glance her way.

Were you dreaming? Because you didn’t feel anything as you left the building, driving straight to Bucky’s house.

But when he opened the door and you could see how concerned he was, you finally broke down.

Your family was destroyed.

And you couldn’t save it.

Taglist: @wandabear, @thatonebrazilian, @canvascoloredin

#Natasha Romanoff x y/n #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x you

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midnightmayhem13 · 10 months

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how the blood rushed into my cheeks

the ladies with a crush on you!! enjoy🩶

carol danvers

now, carols a confident women. but when you and you're pretty little grin come into her life, she can't help but feel nervous. but she won't let it show. and tbh she was completely infatuated w you the second she laid her eyes on you. she couldn't help but do a double take and stare. since then she's been making an effort to talk to you and make you flustered. and ofc shes succeeding. she constantly put her arm around ur shoulder, complements you and being protective of you. she doesn't rlly care that she's made her crush on you very obvious but it has caused the team to start teasing you bc they ship you. and the team urges u that she likes you but you won't believe it. you two end up rlly close and start cuddling and going out on dates but unfortunately you're oblivious to it all. and ur "friendly" cheek kissed are helping carol become confident enough to confess. in the end she takes you on the cutest date ever

darcy lewis

you and darcy click the second you two meet so catching feelings didn't take very long. and darcy is such a flirt. she constantly leans on you or winks or put her hand on ur thigh or blows you a kiss and the list goes on. you are equally as flirty as you find it adorable when she starts blushing. it's constantly a back and forth relationship and bystanders can't help but wonder when either of you will ask the other out. you and darcy were a couple before you even knew it yourselves. i mean you went out on dates and opened up and flirted in public and held hands and cuddled. and darcy often rants to jane about you basically thirsting over you and you do the same with your best friend. when you two confess it's in the cutest way and you kiss the second feelings are out

sharon carter

sharon gets what she wants, so when she sees you she knows she has to make you hers. she has a tough exterior but when u guys get close she lets it down around you. and you've discovered you make her blush really easily. she's very confident around you and spoils you with gifts. she loves making you laugh bc shit you're laugh sounds like trumpets from heaven. you're an angel in her eyes. and when you guys are out in public she makes sure everyone knows you're hers, well not yet but she will death glare anyone who tries to steal her girl. she also goes up and hugs you very tight when someones getting to touchy from you and will glare at them from behind ur back. you go on walks together and swing ur arms together on one of these walks where the moon is shining bright and the night is peaceful you two confess ur feelings for eachother

nebula

nebula doesn't know what love is. so when she met you and her heart started beating fast and she go nervous around you she immediately thought you had put a curse on her. she avoided you ever since she started developing feelings for you. although she couldn't ignore the fact that she got angry when one of the guardians was mean to you or if someone tried to make advances on you. she felt a pant in her chest when you got hurt or when she heard or saw you cry. unfortunately as a way to deal w it she thought being mean to you would take away her feelings. little did she know you had the biggest school girl crush on her. always admiring her afar and making an effort to get her to like her. with some help from her sister and mantis she finally realized her feelings and all she craved was you.

maria hill

maria keeps are crush on you very concealed and professional. she didn't want a relationship to distract her. although it didn't stop her from becoming work friends. she often got coffee and you even brought her coffee in your free times and you two would eat lunch together. but over time her feeling started getting stronger, and yours did too. she found herself going out with you outside of work. so, she women's up and confronts her feelings she's straight up and asks you on a date. you gladly accept and she finally lets out a relieved breath. you were suprised she was so nervous she somewhat stuttered out her confession and her pale skin was bring red. you have a beautiful date in the beach. the next day you two come back to the compound to wolf whistles from the team.

kate bishop

kate's a blabbering mess around you. always dragging out her stories way too long or making awkward attempts at "flirting" they always made you laugh tho so she felt accomplished. you had so many pizza dates and walks with lucky. lucky liked you too, it's one of the things that made her fall harder for you. when her mom hosted a gala, she'd always bring you two matched and got ready together. you always took her breath away. those nights were filled with giggles and flustered messes. she confessed to you on a misty late night she took a while to word it out but you cut it off with a kiss and she was left absolutely star struck you cuddles the rest of the night as she stared at the prettiest girl in the world right in her arms. and you listened to her heartbeat tracing hearts one her chest glad you could lay in her arms as her girl

this was so fun and sorry if some are choppy😭🩵

#carol danvers x reader #darcy lewis x reader #sharon carter x reader #nebula x reader #maria hill x reader #kate bishop x reader #marvel imagine #wlw #marvel x reader

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imdoingsortagay · 11 months

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Seek & Destroy

Summary: Fueding with your former friend on the biggest sports entertainment show and it all explodes after an especially intense match

A/n: So I used to be a big fan of WWE as a kid but recently I got back because of Rey Mysterio vs his son( still mad he lost lol), Rhea, and of course Becky mf Lynch, the list goes on. and I write this to mix my two favorite things ever.

Word Count: 5k words

Warnings: Some smut but not alot, use of the word puppy, Natasha being a dick, wrestling, Kate is the best bestie ever

Smut below so 18+, minors do not interact, Happy reading besties please like and reblog!!!

“ you and Kate are going against Hill and Romanoff tonight”.

Not how you wanted this Monday night show to go. Both of you had just gotten back from doing a couple of live shows out of state, Kate wanted to use today to rest up but it seems like Danvers has other plans for the two of you.

“After the mess that was Super Slam Danvers? Are you insane?”

“ just cause Bishop almost got her arm broken by Hill doesn’t mean we can’t move yours and the shields plot forward,” Carol tells you,” now go out with Bishop for your segment before I get mad”.

You dramatically exit her office, earning a chuckle from the older woman as Kate spots you and walks along with you to get to the ring.

“ so are we - “

“ going against Romanoff and Hill? Yeah, we are Kate,” you say unenthusiastically. All you wanted was a moment where you didn’t have to fight the group, talk about them when doing side commentary every once in a while or have to see their stupid faces.

Sure you were thankful for the airtime as it gave you more opportunities out of Wwe but it would always involve you and Natasha’s mysterious past that everyone and their mother wanted to know about. Natasha would do her part and you would do the same to ensure nobody knew about it since at the end of the day, it’s nobody’s business but each other's.

“ So that means we’re going after Rodgers and Barnes? ” Kate says happily.

The Devil works hard but Carol fucking Danvers works harder in the placement of matches as the crowd is at its most intense after Steve and Bucky go on. You had to give her credit for that at least even in your annoyed mood.

“Something about making the crowd go crazy before the main event as mine and the Shields current furred which I get but I just wanted a chill day today Bishop,” you groan,” why can’t I ever get that after doing a couple of lives shows as well?”

“ awe does the little puppy want a break ?”

Both you and Kate turn around to see Natasha and Maria appear, dressed and ready to fight against the two of you.

“ Romanoff I didn’t even call your name why the fuck did you appear?” You say as Kate tries to put space between all of you.

“ Just wanted to see the little puppy before me and Hill here smush you two like bugs,” she tells the two of you before Kate starts to giggle out of nervousness.

“ shouldn’t you be practicing then Romanoff instead of being a rude bitch ?” Kate speaks up.

“ maybe your guard should shut up before I shove my foot up her -“

“ Natasha how about we both go before Carol throws a fit about how you aren’t using this anger out on the ring,” Maria steps in before Kate ends up getting hurt again,” ladies, good luck out there in the ring.”

She might have to play your enemy on camera but she was always professional for the most part which you liked about her.

Why couldn’t Natasha be the same?

“ so they want to recruit you straight out of college then?”

“Apparently they saw some of my matches here and wanted me to head straight to Wwe as I’d be wasting time at NXT,” Natasha explains as the two of you sat in her parent’s backyard, enjoying the warm summer weather before school starts again.

Both of you were long-life wrestling fans, it was the start of your friendship when Natasha had seen one of your Wwe shirts and the rest was history.

“ They saw you fighting Jones then? Please tell me they had Melina explain that Jones is hard to keep,” you tell her, wondering if maybe they had caught you in action as well. It was a long shot but it would be amazing if the both of you went together to achieve both of your dreams.

“ Apparently Danvers used to know Alexi and had come a couple of times on her own so she must know,” Natasha says,” should I take it, babe?”

“ Natasha,” you start off,” this is the opportunity of a lifetime, go do it”.

“ you ready to beat Romanoff and her henchwoman?” Kate asks as you stand by the entrance, not long before both of you are set to go out. The crowd was buzzing with joy and excitement all around about the match that was about to happen while all you wanted to do was rest up after the last show.

“ The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” you hear the announcer start,” introducing first to the ring, they are the tag team duo of Hawkette and the Enchanter!!!!!!!!!”

All your tiredness goes away as the both of you run out, the crowd going wild as you make your way to the ring, ready to beat the two other women to a pulp. As Kate goes around the ring greeting a couple of fans, you head to the ring and see that 1/3 of the Shield next to the commentator's table, Wanda Maximoff, or what she’s better known in the WWE universe as the Harbinger of Chaos.

Being brought onto the red brand about 2 years ago as a rookie who brought chaos everywhere she went. It only took about 9 months before Natasha had recruited her to be in her trio and since then, they’ve been unstoppable. You had some worry in the back of your mind as to why she’s here but push it off as Kate makes her way to the ring, choosing to do some stretches as they announce the next two up to the ring.

Right as the first note of Detrone by Bad Omens play and Smoke appears, everyone in the stadium goes crazy. If there were a contest between the both of you to see who’d get more cheers, the redhead would very much win easily.

“ And their opponents, 2/3 of the Sheild, Black Widow, and Commander Hill!!!!!!!”

Kate rolls her eyes as they slowly make their way to the ring, Natasha keeping eye contact with you to intimidate you which makes the crowd around you go crazy. Twitter must be going crazy right now that’s for fucking sure.

“ Ready to kick the Widows ass ?” Kate yells as the two other women approach the ring.

“ I was born ready,” you yell back.

Natasha whispers something in Maria’s ear before jumping into the ring, Kate gets out of the ring. The redhead takes off her jacket to show her dark red gear, making a point to show off her arms to the camera while you roll your eyes again at her antics.

Once the shield's entrance songs stop and the bell goes off, you waste no time trying to punch her but failing.

“C'mon puppy you can’t beat the black widow so easily,” she yells as she easily has you pinned,” give up now “.

“ Never,” she hears you yell before you get out of her pin, not even getting to two before you escape and quickly tap in Kate to come to wrestle her for a bit. Natasha stays on the ring floor shocked before she’s met with Kate’s fist from behind her.

18 minutes pass before it’s you and Natasha yet again, your opponent a little sore from the power move that Kate had done on her earlier. A good moment to get the Widow when she’s down for you to do the pin.

“Let's go y/n” you hear the stadium cheer as the widow yells in frustration before she tried to lift you up but you’re one second ahead of her, punching her in the gut to let you go.

“ Awe isn’t the big bad widow gonna beat her puppy?” You yell at her.

“ Not a fucking chance you bitch,” she retorts back when you manage to push her away. All this time where she’s caused both of you trouble and annoyance, beating her winning streak would bump her down a peg.

2 minutes of failed pins from Natasha before she’s distracted by a fan yelling straight-up nonsense at her, using the opportunity to kick her leg and making her fall. One more kick to her leg before quickly climbing to the top of the ropes and ending the match with a frog splash, and pinning Natasha down. Natasha tries her best to fight the grip you have on her.

“ Here are your winners, Hawkette and the Enchantor”, you hear them announce. Kate runs up to you and the both of you cheer as the rest of the stadium goes wild that the Black Widows streak has been beaten after all this time. You and Kate focus on the enormous win, not before Wanda jumps in the rings and pulls away Kate from your arms.

“ MAXIMOFF GET BISHOP,” Natasha yells at her team member before you dodge one of her hits and chaos ensues. Soon both of are struggling between the group of three, not before another of your friends, Monica Rambeau shows up to even the odds.

“ EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT,” the widows order as her 2 members are able to leave, and not before you, Monica, and Kate get to her.

“WHOS THE PUPPY NOW BITCH?” You scream as Kate and Monica help you attack her before the redhead leaves, her other two teammates at the entrance who run to their leader's aid.

“ you know that she’s gonna want a rematch?” Monica asks while you’re all on commercial and heading back to the locker rooms.

“ Not like I can say no after the reaction we got from you showing up Lieutenant Trouble,” you respond back while Kate chuckles. All your tag team partner hopes that it’s not a tag team match this time.

“ Danvers is definitely gonna make it a 1 on 1,” Monica pauses,” No offense Bishop”.

“ As long as I don’t have to be super kicked by Hill I don’t fucking care,” Kate says as the three of you walk into the locker room and no sight of your coworker. Her two members are here, just talking.

“ Where’s the Widow ?” Kate asks the two women.

“ she’s getting checked out in the medic area for a bruise,” Wanda starts off,” she’s pissed at y/n as per usual but I wanted to say overall a fun match to watch”.

“ I’m sorry you couldn’t fight against us,” Kate tells her and goes to start a convo with the other woman. While you all had to act like enemies, behind the camera you all had pretty good friendships.

Besides you and Natasha but you’ve gotten used to that at this point.

“ Honey, you do know that someday you gotta squash this beef with Romanoff before it gets worse?”

“ I’m trying,” you groan in annoyance as you change out of your gear, happy that you have a good 4 days to rest before the next live show.

“ well then how about you be good for me and try harder then?” Monica asks you in a sweet tone.

The universe seems to be against you as Natasha walks in right as Monica says that, the other three women walking out sensing the tension in the air. Honestly, it was a smart move as you wanted to do the same.

“ Wow look at you two lovebirds,” Natasha says in a bitter tone as she makes her way to her locker, trying so hard to not limp in front of you to show any weakness. You and Monica roll your eyes at the antics of the redhead near you.

“ Is someone jealous they don’t get any pussy, Romanoff ?” Your friend tells her in a mocking tone.

“At least I can go to a bar and get pussy easily with my charm Rambeau, it’s not like I need to buy someone drinks just to “

“ How about you be a woman and talk shit to my face Widow before I show you who-“ Monica says before you step in and take the slap for your friend as you do owe her.

“ y/n,” Monica yells as she checks up on you and Natasha stands there in disbelief. It’s her job to fight you weekly, throw punches at you on the ring yet the slap that she gave you made her feel nervous.

“ oh oh oh my fuck shit bitch,” Natasha goes on as she leaves the locker room and Kate runs into the rescue. She helps you to a chair as the medic comes to check up on how you’re doing, especially after the grueling match that occurred earlier.

They clear you to go back to the hotel room, sweet Kate being the amazing best friend that she is being you to your room with all the stuff you need to rest before you slowly drift off to sleep.

The rest of the week went by quickly as you found yourself doing interviews with some of the other wrestlers, participating in some Instagram lives for the Wwe account, working, doing the live show, and whatnot.

Natasha had seen you a couple of times throughout the week too but she still seemed to have that mean, cold attitude to everyone. You aren’t surprised as she was like that when you first got here.

Not long before you found yourself back at Monday night raw again, this time the show being in New York, prepared for your rematch with Natasha who chose to go out first to hype up the crowd. Carol had found it odd that the Widow wanted to do this but placed her to go first while you stood by the entrance by your best friend hyping you up.

“ Is my best friend gonna kick ass ?”

“ yea, I am Kate !” You exclaim.

“ make that crowds Monday ?”

“ Kick then widows sorry-“

“ y/n on in 15 seconds,” you hear the tech guy announce, Kate finishing the rest of her pep talk as the both of you.

“ And her opponent, accompanied to the ring by Hawkette, the Enchantor!!!” And as always you smile at the crowd’s reaction, loving how they always go crazy. Natasha rolls her eyes from the ring as your entrance song continues, thinking of how to beat you.

“ Hold my hand,” Kate yells at you, wasting no time questioning her as she holds your hand and spins you around for everyone to see. The Albany crowd goes crazy at this little move and you can just see all the gays on Twitter going crazy. If you had to be honest, it was fun pissing off Natasha and making the fans happy.

Meanwhile, your opponent felt a little jealous that your tag team member decided it would be cute to hold your hand. Deep down she knew that Carol never told her to do that to hype up the crowd. Kate wanted to make the redhead jealous, which only helped to fuel her jealousy of the younger woman.

“ let’s go y/n”, your best friend tells you, walking hand in hand to the ring as the fans try to give you a pep talk or scream about how they want you. Kate decides to high-five with fan, and take pictures aside you before she walks you up to the ring to head to the commentator's table, giving another thumbs up as you jump in.

“ Look like the puppy doesn’t have her guard to protect her huh?” She mocks.

“ I could say the same about you widow, both of your goons seem to not be here,” you spit back which earns a dirty from the woman across from you.

“ I want a clean fight, no funny business,” you hear the ref tell you before the bell rings and the match commences.

You easily dodge the first punch that the redhead throws at you, opting out the move away which earns a groan from your opponent.

“ How about you be a good pup and give up? Give the fans what they want. She yells back as the crowd is going wild.

“ Don’t be a wuss Widow,” you talk back before kicking her leg,” use that anger that you have in that body of yours and fight me “.

Natasha had been trained by the Eradicator herself right before she had retired, so giving into your opponent's tricks was not in the game today.

The match seemed to go on forever as both of you tried to pin each other to get it over with. Natasha not even making it to 3 before you jump away from her. Or managing to punch her in the face to lose her deadly grip on top of your body as the crowd around you watched in anticipation.

Looking around, one of the cameramen gives the signal that the match is almost over. Right as you try your last move, Natasha uses this opportunity to kick one of your legs causing you to fall down. The stadium goes wild as you groan in pain from the hard kick, but not even get a second to rest as Natasha uses her mentor's most famous finisher on you.

Everyone at that moment screams like crazy as she grabs your exhausted body, throwing it on the ring floor and bending your legs for her to be on top of you. The match is over right away as the ring goes off but Natasha takes a couple more seconds to stay in the position as a way to taunt you and your best friend watching.

“ Here is your winner,” the announcer starts,” Natasha Romanoff, THE BLACK WIDOW”.

The woman above you gets off of you but not before delivering one more insult to you as she grabs your chin so she can maintain eye contact with your tired body.

“ Never mess with the black widow puppy, or else you’ll feel my full wrath,” she tells you and shoves your body away. Kate jumps straight into the ring to check up on you as the other woman’s theme song is playing while the crowd chants her name.

“ ALL RIGHT TO COMMERCIAL,” one of the cameramen says as Kate gently grabs your body, careful as to not ignore you more. You don’t even realize when you’ve somehow made it back to the locker room and Kate it out of her gear into casual clothes while you are still in yours.

“ How long was I out?” You as the woman sitting in front of you.

“ An hour,” she tells you handing you her bottled water,” Danvers wanted me to say good match and that you should check Twitter when you’re back at the hotel”.

“ wow gotta love that,” you say sarcastically which earns a chuckle from Kate.

“ you need help getting up y/n?”

While you would gladly not need it, Kate takes your tired look as a yes as she helps you up and helps you out of your gear. All you want to do right now is head back to the hotel, eat the snacks you have there, and sleep for the rest of the night.

“ I’m gonna take you back to the Hotel, and you have mine or Monica’s number if anything happens to you,” Kate tells you as the both of you head out of the locker room.

“ Bishop!” You both hear someone say and slowly turn around to see Bucky, workout bag with him. Coming at the right time as your friend almost drops your tired body and he offers to carry you to the front of the stadium so the three of you can wait for the ride back to the hotel.

You don’t even realize that Bucky and Kate had dropped you back to your hotel until hours later til you get up and find yourself back in the room with a note next to the nightstand.

Have a good night x, text me if you need anything- Tag Team member <;3

Ps. Bucky said you owed him >:(

“ let me get my phone,” you say to yourself and go to check what Kate is up to.

Y/n : I owe Bucky ??????

Kate bait: I might have asked him to carry you back

Y/n: 🤨🤨🤨

Kate: to be fair he was there and I took the opportunity 🙄

Y/N: only cause you wanted more info on Wanda ????? Lil fruity if you ask me

Kate : my bad I have a crush on her but I got her number from him tho

Y/N: let’s fucking goooooooooo , get that girl Kate.

She deserves to find a girl, lord knows the shit you’ve gone through together since she joined the red brand.

Right as you are about to call her, someone comes knocking at your door and you wonder who might be here at this time.

“ Kate I’m fine go and get with the girl lord knows you -“ and you’re met with the woman from earlier, no gear, a blank expression in her casual clothes.

“ I’m not Kate puppy,” she teases before you try to slam the door in her face. Forgetting that she’s a strong woman the moment her foot blocks the door.

“ You know that all this puppy shit is annoying right Romanoff?” You start to tell her as she closes the door, unsure of what her motives are at this moment.

“ I’ve had a busy couple of weeks and I don’t need to deal with your ass coming here after the finisher you decided to use earlier-“

“ shut up,” she tells you, wasting no time in pushing you towards the bed,” I’m stressed and if I remember correctly, you’re the last person I’ve fucked since joining here.

“ no way-“

“ a good puppy follows their Mistress's order,” she says to you and shoves 2 fingers in your mouth”.

“ you wanna help me destress puppy?” She asks while you suck on your fingers and you nod enthusiastically.

“ I need your word,” she says to you.

“ yes I do,” and the woman on top of you wasted no time in kissing you, mind all over the place with the past few weeks. Both her other friends are out drinking, work being busy and she just needs to fuck someone til she’s tired.

“Be a good puppy for me and lick my pussy baby,” she orders as she gets off of you to take her shorts along with her underwear off. Laying right in the middle of the bed where you quickly follow.

It might have been a couple of years since the last time you both fucked but you still remember how to turn her into mush with your pussy eating skills. You can see how wet and puffy her pussy was in front of you, no doubt she had tried to make herself cum and failed.

“ stop looking at my pussy like a dumb puppy and lick-“ she orders before letting out a loud moan when you lick a long strip of her cunt.

“ fuck this is good,” she whines, trying her hardest not to break from being in control of you.

All this time she’s been in control and there was no way that you’d remember how to get her mind all empty. Yet the woman above you didn’t expect you to move your right hand away from her thigh and go straight for one of her tits under her shirt.

“ focus on my -

“ shut the fuck up you slut,” you say as you remove your mouth from her soaked cunt. You use the opportunity to sit on top of her and shove your wet fingers into her mouth. Natasha easily takes them in like the good girl that she was for you all those years ago.

“ is the big bad Black Widow submitting to her puppy???” She hears you say in a taunting tone.

All the woman under you can do is nod her head as she continues to taste herself on your fingers, her brain going empty at being called a slut by you.

“Maybe I should punish my needy slut for thinking she can come in all tough,” you say as you lightly slap her wet cunt,” for acting like she’s the one in control”.

“ no m’ control,” she moans out as you slap her pussy yet again,” I’m not the puppy here”.

“ Natty baby,” you say in a mocking tone as you slap her wet pussy,” I can see how hard you work out there. I know that you just want to submit to daddy like old times”.

“ just say the words and Daddy will fuck your pretty pussy til you can’t think “ you whisper in her ear.

“ is my slut gonna be a good girl for her daddy or be left to have her make herself cum huh needy kitten ?”

“Please Daddy,” she whines,” wanna be your mindless kitten”.

“ then how about you spread those pretty legs for me so I can eat you out,” you say as she rids herself off her shirt, a bit of a shock that the woman isn’t wearing a bra.

“Be a good girl and get those pretty legs spread for Daddy okay?” And without another word, she opens her legs, pussy wet and puffy from earlier.

You waste no time in going back to licking her cunt, wrapping your arms around her thighs while she stands perfectly still. While all her mind wants to do is move her hands to your hair but instead, she decides to pull at her nipples along with let out the prettiest moans.

“ M gonna cum Daddy,” she announces,” can I cum please-“

“ Be a good little kitten and cum for daddy,” you order before she lets out what you consider one the most prettiest moans. All these years that you’ve been apart made you realize how much you needed her like this again. Natasha on the other hand is in heaven, splayed out in your hotel room after one of the best orgasms that she’s had in years and she never wants this moment to end.

“ My pretty Kitten ready to go on?” You ask the redhead while you get off the bed to search for the one toy in your luggage to use on the woman laying in bed.

The next morning

After the events of last night, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that she’d even stay in the hotel room with you, expecting her to just leave like nothing ever happened. What you didn’t expect to see in the morning is the redhead sound asleep next to you looking beautiful as always.

“ Natashaaaa,” you whisper to the redhead as you shake her awake, trying not to piss her off.

“ It’s too early to be upppppppp,” she groans and shoves her head under the pillow. You giggle at the woman’s antics before quickly getting up to get her something to eat from the room mini-fridge. The other woman in bed on the other hand is silent as she observes you in the room.

“ I have some snacks that I bought before the show yesterday but if you want a breakfast I can order,” you tell her and get no reaction from her as she tries to think of what to say next. You hand her a water bottle, a muffin, and a banana before going back for snacks for yourself. Both of you sit in complete silence as you wonder what to say to each other, after a couple of years of bickering with each other in the ring.

“ You know that I don’t hate you right ?” Natasha asks and you nod.

“ I assumed that when you accidentally slapped me and left,” you pause,” I never hated you even after you left to come here, Tasha. I was hurt but also happy that my favorite person got the opportunity of a lifetime.”

“ Y/n”, she pleads to you.

“ Happy that she got that amazing opportunity out of the bat meanwhile it took me a year for Danvers to even notice me, work my ass off to prove myself to her and everyone at NXT then do the same thing when I got drafted at Raw only for the same woman to act like I wasn’t even there Natasha”.

“ Fuck,” she says beginning to tear up a bit,” I’m so sorry y/n”.

All the both of you can do is cry together, Natasha wasting no time in holding you in her arms after years of not having you at her side for all the hard moments that she had to go through here alone when she wanted you there at her side. In that moment she knows that she can’t let you out of her life again.

“ I was so scared when I first got here,” Natasha starts off,” All I wanted was you here to help me at my hardest, when I injured my leg my first year, going against Rhea and so many more. I understand if you want me out of your life y/n, you deserve someone who isn’t like me and just ghosted them like a dumbass”.

“ Natasha,” you say,” I don’t want you out of my life, I want us to be back to the way it was”.

“ Even after the stuff I put you through y/n??”.

“ Yes because I know you like the back of my hand and I want us to be better than ever,” you explain. Natasha takes a minute to compose herself before she moves closer to you and leaves a kiss on your cheek. You use the opportunity to kiss her on the lips, years of no contact at all with the redhead in front of you and all you want to do in said moment is to show her all the love and affection she’s missed from you.

Both of you spend the rest of the day together in bed, basking in each other’s warmth and company, going over everything that’s occurred in each of your lives since being apart.

Natasha could not be happier that she got you back and she doesn’t want to let you go again.

#lizs writing #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #black widow smut #natasha romanoff smut

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CarolMaria/StevePeggy Parallels

Alright, I’m making this post because it's SO insane that CarolMaria can have so many parallels to a canon ship and still be considered just friends especially when there's so much more depth to them than most couples in the MCU like come on... they lived together, they raised a child together!! I don’t even care for StevePeggy but I cannot stop thinking about this and I refuse to let this information go unacknowledged. So, let’s get into it!

Met while training to serve the U.S.

Peggy was assigned to Colonel Phillips’ training base where she met Steve, while Carol and Maria met at the Air Force Academy where they were roommates. During these times, they all faced discrimination from some of their colleagues. This led each pair to find comfort and understanding in their partners which helped them establish a deep connection with one another.

Carol and Steve both risked their lives on a mission that resulted in them being presumed dead.

Steve crashed a plane into a field of ice to prevent Hydra from bombing the U.S. He stayed buried for 70 years, which prevented him from pursuing a relationship with Peggy.

While on a mission to save lives with Dr. Lawson, Carol crashed their jet into the ground following an attack from the Kree. In hopes of stopping them, she blew up the jet’s engine and absorbed the blast’s energy. Yon-Rogg took her to Hala where she spent 6 years away from her home. Carol eventually made her way back to Maria (YAYYY) but left soon after and didn’t come back for 30 years (BOOOO). Nonetheless, they still kept in contact, so a win is a win!

Both of these pairings worked together to save lives.

In the First Avenger, Steve and Peggy worked together to defeat Hydra, whereas in Captain Marvel, Carol and Maria worked together to defeat the Kree. Like yesss, we love a couple who kicks ass together!

Also, I think it’s important to note that in other universes, Peggy takes on the Captain America role and Maria takes on the Captain Marvel role. And best believe, I'm praying to god that Carol & Binary meet and fall in love or something! I'll take anything jUST LET ONE MARIA RAMBEAU LIVE!

Maria & Peggy both founded organizations related to the work of Carol & Steve.

Maria created S.W.O.R.D., an agency dedicated to protecting earth from both extraterrestrial and extra-dimensional threats. I like to think that Maria & Carol worked together on some of these threats and fed each other information and maybe even met up to discuss them amongst doing other things together… who knows!

Peggy helped found S.H.I.E.L.D., a governmental counter-terrorism and intelligence agency tasked with maintaining both national and global security.

Steve & Carol both keep a photograph of their loved one close by.

Steve & Carol both visit their dying loved one.

In the Winter Soldier, Steve visits Peggy in the nursing home. Peggy has aged and is suffering from Alzheimer’s, which will eventually take her life, in contrast to Steve who still looks young and is immune to disease.

In the Marvels, Carol visits Maria back at home. Maria has aged and is suffering from cancer, which will eventually take her life, in contrast to Carol who still looks young and is immune to disease.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how good Maria looks. She’s 60 something, dying from cancer, and STILL managing to serve face! Black don’t crack fr!!!

Last but not least, the similar lyrics in their songs.

In Captain Marvel, Carol & Maria sing karaoke to "Kiss Me Deadly." The lyrics go as following:

In Endgame, Steve & Peggy dance to "It's Been a Long, Long Time." The lyrics go as following:

In conclusion, CAROL AND MARIA WERE LOVERS NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE!!!! And if Steve can get his happy ending with Peggy then Carol needs to get her happy ending with Maria! Also, Nia’s initial pitch for the Marvels involved time travel which makes me wonder if Carol was gonna pull a Steve and travel back in time to be with Maria. Plus, in the audio commentary for the Marvels, Nia said she liked their connection so….. I'll just end on that.

#carolmaria #danbeau #maria rambeau #carol danvers #captain marvel #the marvels #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu

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What are your thoughts on the run that completely rewrote Tony’s origin so that he wasn’t Howard and Maria’s biological son? Is that still the current origin story they’re going with?

Thanks for asking! This is still Tony's current origin story and I hate it. I think it was poorly thought-out and that every subsequent thing Marvel has done to attempt to address it has somehow made it worse. I think they've managed to tell an incredibly upsetting and unpleasant story, portraying adoption in an extremely negative light, that has pretty much only made life worse for Tony and not even in a way that's narratively interesting.

I have some salt about this, yes.

I'm not against adoption retcons in general, and I'm not against retconning character backgrounds. I get the impression it was unpopular but I really liked the retcon of Carol's background a couple years ago in the Life of Captain Marvel miniseries by Margaret Stohl -- instead of her being a human given powers by the Psyche-Magnitron, she was revealed to have been secretly half-Kree, and the device merely catalyzed her latent powers. Her mother was secretly Kree and Carol never knew. The miniseries actually had a really nice scene of her and Tony talking about families, because understandably Carol (also now Car-Ell because, yes, she has a Kree name) now had a lot of complicated feelings. Kelly Thompson's Captain Marvel run continued to explore the implications of this, as Carol found out that she actually had Kree relatives. So Carol's got a new half-sister, Lauri-Ell, and they were immediately thrown into a situation where Carol had to defend her and believe in her and it was great and also now they're friends. Well, family. Friendly family. I think Lauri-Ell was probably the best thing about Thompson's Captain Marvel run and I'm honestly really glad Marvel went there.

Tony didn't get anything like that.

As far as I know, the way Kieron Gillen approached his Iron Man run was by not doing the reading and then completely winging it. And while winging it isn't inherently bad, it did mean that not only did he not know where he was going, he didn't know what had come before. That, combined with the fact that a lot of comics writers want to "make their mark" on a famous character meant that he was probably wanting to go for something big. Hence, adoption. Which, again, isn't inherently a bad idea; it can definitely give characters a lot to explore. It's a little odd as a choice for Tony who as far as we know is Howard and Maria's biological son in every other universe in the multiverse; there's no motivation given for why 616 should be different, and off the top of my head I can't name any other characters who only differ cross-universe in adoption status, although now that I think about it I bet there are probably some universes where other people raised Peter Parker.

Also "Arno" is a really odd name choice for Tony's brother. I get that Gillen was pulling the name of a future relative from the original Iron Man 2020 issues, which if you're gonna read one thing is a deeply weird thing to pick. I remember people asking him why he didn't name Tony's brother Greg. Ultimates is a universe where Tony in fact has a brother named Greg. That would have at least made some sort of multiversal sense. Apparently Gillen just… hadn't known Greg existed. Great.

Okay. So you're gonna tell a story about adoption. You're going to reveal that a beloved character has been secretly adopted all along and no one knew. What are you going to get out of it? What are you going to accomplish? Here are some possible choices. You could tell a story that's inspirational and representational to fans who are themselves adopted or have adopted children, because now their hero is just like them. You could tell a story about how Howard and Maria adopting Tony meant he was very much loved and wanted, because they consciously chose him and made him a part of their family. You could tell a story about how Tony, who has been an orphan for a very long time, has suddenly discovered that he has living family -- a brother, as well as his biological parents. You'd be giving him more people in his story, more people who could care about him, and I think you could tell a lot of interesting stories about Tony's new family dynamics. He could have had family who loved him, or at least hung around to interact with him -- Tony's only other relative we've ever seen, his cousin Morgan, hasn't been in an Iron Man comic in years, and also usually tries to kill him. But they could have taken this opportunity to make some changes. Imagine! Tony with a bigger family! Who cares about him.

That's not what Marvel did.

The reason Howard and Maria adopted Tony was that they needed a decoy son who was not their biological son (Arno) so that the alien who had genetically modified Arno wouldn't realize that Howard had undone his work. So that's why they adopted Tony. It wasn't because they wanted him specifically, loved him, wanted to give him a family, any of that -- they just needed a decoy. And in that light, the fact that Howard didn't love Tony looks even worse. Now it's not just "I never loved you," it's "I never loved you and I only ever wanted you to fulfill this weird plan I had going with an alien." Now you're telling the story "of course I never loved you, Tony; you're adopted." (And then he tries to sell Tony to Dracula.)

And that's… not a great look. Sure, not all stories have to be positive, but superheroes usually have some kind of relatable backstory, and it's easy for people to want to relate to them, and I feel like maybe you want to think a little harder before writing Tony as adopted when his childhood was already terrible and his family hated him. It could have been a really nice story about families of choice and how much Tony's adoptive family loved and wanted Tony. And it wasn't. Because Howard had been established for years as having been abusive. A story about a toxic adoptive family is not really great representation. "I never loved you" was pretty bad but "you're adopted and I never loved you," I think, sounds a lot worse.

You do also lose some plot elements by retconning Tony as adopted, namely anything having to do with him having a genetic relationship to Howard and Maria. And for the most part this isn't going to be relevant, but now you can't really easily tell a story about Tony inheriting alcoholism or general addiction or depression or whatever from his father. (I mean, you still can if you really want to; you'd just have to establish this as being true of his biological parents. But Marvel has not done that and does not really seem all that likely to start, because that would require putting them in comics and they're not doing that anymore.)

After Kieron Gillen left the book, Bendis came on. And I know Bendis' kids are adopted so I can understand why he'd want to tackle the adoption plot and really flesh out Tony's family. So a large portion of Bendis' IM run was about Tony's quest for, and eventual discovery of, his biological family. At the time, I figured this might actually be a good plot -- if they're not going to retcon out the adoption, they might as well lean in. I was looking forward to having Tony meet his family. The guy could definitely use more family, and I thought it would be great to see him interacting with them and developing new relationships.

That also didn't happen.

So what about all his new family members? His adoptive brother Arno? His biological mother and father?

Well, actually, they hate him too. All of them!

Arno went evil, is currently evil, tried to take down Tony, and is now trapped in VR or something. (To be fair, this wasn't Bendis' fault; Dan Slott did this in the subsequent run.)

Jude, Tony's biological father, is a Hydra agent who tried to kill Tony's mother. He met Tony once. He also tried to kill him. (This one was Bendis' fault.)

Amanda, Tony's biological mother, is a rock star and SHIELD agent who decided that now that Tony was living in a constructed, non-original body… he was no longer her son. And she wanted nothing else to do with him. She hasn't been back; yes, this was also Dan Slott's work. This is both cruel and bizarre because this is definitely not Tony's first brand-new body. If he's going to be dead to her because this isn't his original body, then he's been dead since at least Onslaught. If this was going to be a problem for her, it should already have been a problem as soon as she met him.

(That was one of the big issues for me with Slott's entire run in that a lot of it was about Tony having a crisis that he maybe wasn't really Tony because he had a new body. I was just like, dude, where have you been? Why is this only a problem now?)

So now Tony, who was already abused by his adoptive father, has discovered three new members of his family, all of whom also hate him!

Anyway, basically the only family Tony had who loved him was Maria. At least he had her, I guess.

So what's the point, really? He has more people to hate him. If you're going to give him new family, couldn't you give him one person who at least likes him? Carol has a retconned half-sister now, who loves her. Why couldn't Tony have something like that?

It's not even interesting pain, for Tony. This isn't anything different than what he already had. It just involves more characters now. They had the chance to use the adoption arc to really transform Tony's life and give him a whole new family to interact with and tell a story about choice and family and being loved and wanted. Instead, he has three new family members who hate him and who probably won't be appearing again anytime soon anyway. What did this even accomplish? What do we get? A story about how, once again, none of Tony's family loves him, that even more of them exist and they hate him too, that his adoptive family abused him, that's probably going to make adopted kids reading these comics feel pretty bad. I don't think this is really an accomplishment.

In conclusion… uh… this is me complaining about the adoption retcon to @blossomsinthemist while I was trying to figure out how to write this post:

Sineala: they never loved him but now they REALLY never loved him and also here's his biological family who never loved him either Sineala: i mean, i'm not opposed to giving tony more family but maybe they could… not hate him Sineala: i feel like tony should marry into a large and affectionate family Sineala: …actually, this is basically the avengers Sineala: never mind, he already did Sineala: if you don't have your own loving family, store-bought is fine

So, yeah. That's where I stand.

#replies #stark-phd

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You're Electric

Dance Like We're Making Love Part 2

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: It takes only a few weeks to completely drive Bradley Bradshaw under you're skin. You want nothing more than to jump him, to feel if the filthy promise in his gaze will be fulfilled by the heat of his skin. So when you wear a sexy little dress to dance practice one night, it's little wonder that you get exactly what you want, and more.

Disclaimers: Female! Reader, Dancing, Sexual Themes, Kissing, UST, Phone Sex

Warnings: This story does not start explicit but does get there. Minors do not interact. This story is 18+.

Word Count: 3911

A/N: Here we go! The sparks fly, quite literally between Rooster and his girl during this installment. It's hot, hot, hot and I hope you all have your men or men-adjacent pleasure aids available because you might need them after this chapter. After all, what's sexier than a mustachio-ed pilot? A mustachio-ed pilot all over you!

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You spend the next few weeks smiling. Even when Bradley's not texting you, you seem to always be thinking of him. You meet him after work at his place again and again to practice and each time you feel the attraction sparking between you more and more. But he never lets you get any closer to him. He just leaves you at your car with more of those toe-curling kisses. You're starting to get really tired of phone sex and you have a feeling that Bradley is too. If you have to fantasize about his mouth and mustache on your skin for one more night, you're going to lose your mind.

You feel completely keyed up, like your skin is too tight for your body. You can't relax and even the orgasms you give yourself provide unsatisfyingly brief periods of relief. The only cure for the itching energy creeping under your skin is Bradley's hands, or his mouth, or his dick. You know he's packing under his pants and you cannot hide how your mouth waters at the thought of having his length down your throat.

It’s with a single goal in mind that you go all out for your next Saturday morning Tango class. You wear a sunny yellow dress with a plunging neckline and a high slit. It's the kind of dress that you can't wear a bra or underwear under. The kind of dress you would never have been bold enough to wear before you met Bradley. A confidence you’ve never felt before inhibits your body as you step out of your car and head to the studio.

You turn heads from the moment you walk through the door. All of a sudden, every groomsman wants to know your name. Men who hadn't looked twice at you just a week before are now looking at you like you're a ten course meal. But you don't care about any of them. Their gazes feel greasy on your skin, while Bradley's hungry gaze makes you feel incredibly sexy.

You can feel his eyes on you as you greet Melissa and catch up a little with the other bridesmaids. You have to dodge a couple of groomsmen as you do so, but it's a small price to pay for the heat and possessiveness in Bradley's gaze. You finally step up to him when Maria asks you to find your dance partner.

"You look beautiful, Tiny." His husky voice suffuses your entire body with heat as he stands near enough that nobody else can hear what he says.

"Tiny?" Your voice is curious as you whisper while Rodrigo and Maria begin the lesson.

"Yeah, baby. Tiny, as in Tiny Dancer, the song by Elton John." You have to stop yourself from jumping him where he stands. Tiny Dancer was Carole Bradshaw’s favorite song, he'd told you just last night. It makes you melt a little, hearing the nickname that feels like an endearment dripping from his tongue.

His fingers glance lightly over yours as the two of you wait your turn to dance. Just like last week, you're intensely aware of every inch of Bradley's form as he stands next to you. But this level of awareness comes with a hunger you've never felt for a man before. It's a hunger Bradley feels too, if the way he paws at your waist when you finally get to dance is any indication. He tugs you into his body a little too close for polite company, using his hands to trail teasing touches over your skin through the thin fabric of your dress.

With each twirl of the dance, Bradley tugs you in closer and closer until you're breathing the same air. The two of you are nearly chest to chest when the music cuts out and jolts you out of your trance. You're staring right into Bradley's eyes, the heat of his gaze dripping through you and settling at the apex of your thighs. Awareness trickles in slowly and you pull your hand from Bradley's before you get questions that you’re not sure you’ll ever have the answer to. You feel flushed, heat settling high on the apples of your cheeks as you retreat to the corner where Will is standing with your legs as shaky as a newborn colt's.

"Are you doing okay over there?" Will’s looking at you with concern naked in his eyes as he says the words. You take a swig from your water bottle and try to think of something to say.

But you come up short, murmuring, "I dunno, Will," with your voice a breathy whisper.

"You and Bradshaw seem to have ironed out all of your issues, at least, right?" You just have to snort at that. But before you can respond, Rodrigo and Maria are collecting the class together again. So you tuck your water into your bag and walk back over to your partner.

He really looks too good to be true today. The two of you are inadvertently matching today. Bradley's Hawaiian shirt is white and covered in yellow flowers. He's paired the whole ensemble with white dress shoes and white slacks. It's an incredibly sexy look and you have to force yourself to not press your thighs together as you take his outstretched hand.

That's how the remainder of your dance class goes. His hands stay just chaste enough while his eyes shoot filthy promises to you with each glance. It's almost a relief when everyone else files out of the room. It feels like there is finally enough room for you and Bradley and the tension surrounding you both. But before you can drag him to the corner and kiss him until your mind is filled with only him, Maria and Rodrigo are having you resume dancing.

If your veins were filled with molten lava earlier, now they are filled with pure electricity. It zings through your veins at every touch, from the way you can just feel the feathery sensation of Bradley's mustache against your bare neck as he dips you to how you can feel the solid line of him against your ass when he twirls you into his arms. The scent of him surrounds you along with the heat of his skin until all you can feel is Bradley and all you can smell is sweat, musk and spice. He smells so good that you have to tamp down your urge to lick at the line of sweat dripping down his strong neck.

Before you can blink, class is over and Maria and Rodrigo leave you with a reminder to keep practicing. In truth, the only dance you want to do with Bradley Bradshaw is between the sheets. You keep your hands from touching him, because you know that if you start, you won't be able to stop.

"Hey, Tiny." Bradley, obviously doesn't have the same compunctions because he slings one big hand around your waist.

"Rooster." Your voice is playful as you keep packing your things.

"We were pretty good together, right?" You shrug, gasping at the warm wet press of his lips against the top of your shoulder.

"Yeah, we were. Maybe all of that practice has been paying off?" You keep your voice light, ignoring how you can feel his hard length poking into your ass.

"What do you say we practice a little bit more, sweetheart?" He growls the words into your ear, and you can't help but feel happy for his arm still securely around you. If it weren’t there you’re sure your knees would give out.

"Yeah, I could practice a little more." You practically moan the words out.

"Come to mine, now? I'll make you dinner?" You slip away and nod, grabbing your bag as you step under his outstretched arm propping the door open.

"What's on the menu, Roo?" The short-form of his callsign makes his eyes grow dark as he gazes at your pursed lips, still parted the way you said Roo.

"Whatever you want, Tiny." He opens the passenger side of the Bronco for you, and you smile up at him for the sweet gesture.

"What if what I want is you fucking me in this car?" Your voice is brash and confident, the arousal running through your veins making you lose your brain-to-mouth filter.

"This isn't a car, baby! It's The Bronco!" Your laugh fills the cab as you look at the indignation on his face.

"Fine, Roo! You want to fuck me in ‘The Bronco’ then?" You crook your fingers into quotation marks as the name for his car leaves your lips, but drop your hands at the heat in his eyes.

"Imma fuck you in the Bronco, Tiny. Fuck you so hard you're dancing on my cock, mindlessly chasing your own pleasure. And," His palm leaves hot traces over your thighs as he shifts the Bronco into gear and begins to drive, "you're going to love it so much that you're going to get wet the minute you see this car every time after."

His confidence has your heart rate picking up even as arousal pools thicker in your gut.

"We'll see about that, Rooster." You're teasing him, you know, sitting there with the air conditioning blasting over you and peaking your nipples until they're visible through the fabric of your dress. He knows it too, if the way his hand traces lightly over your thigh is any indication.

By the time Bradley parks in his driveway, you're so turned on that you're sure a single touch will have you coming on the spot. Just as you'd requested, he helps you into the backseat and joins you. For several long moments, you stare at each other. You're caught, captivated by the sun dripping through his curls as it sets over the ocean.

"C'mere Tiny. Been thinking about kissing you since I saw you walk in wearing that dress." You launch yourself into his lap hurriedly, letting your shoes thud to the upholstered floor as you straddle his waist. You dip your head down, trying to catch his lips with your own, but have to stop when his hands slide up to cup your breasts.

"Baby, you're not wearing a bra?" His voice is reverent as he drags his knuckles over the pebbled peaks.

"C-couldn't!" You stutter out while greedily sucking in air. It's a struggle to breathe, your entire body aching for relief even as the object of your desires is mere inches away from you. "You'd see lines under this dress."

"And what about panties, huh, Baby?" Bradley peppers kisses down your throat, his voice reverberating over you as his hands carefully ruck up your dress. Each sliver of your skin exposed to his eyes has you shivering in excitement. Your hips cant unconsciously with each gentle touch until his big hands grip your hips just tight enough to have your eyes snapping open.

"You danced for hours while wearing this sexy little dress, all without wearing panties?!" His voice is awed, even as he draws your pussy lips apart and slides one long, thick finger through your folds.

"Tiny, baby. You're so wet!" His smile is wicked as he circles your clit lightly before popping his finger into his mouth. "And you taste so good, baby."

You moan at his words, pulling his finger from his lips and lapping at them with your tongue. It tastes so good, your slick and his saliva in combination. His groan at the wet warmth of your mouth has your hips grinding shallowly from where you're perched on his lap. The rough material of his slacks feels so good against you that you can feel yourself growing impossibly wetter.

"God, Tiny. Baby, look at you go. Mmmm, you look so good grinding down on my cock like that." He tugs you in closer, as he growls the words, using his hands to position you against him until you're grinding over the hard length of him.

Bradley feels so good that you're on the brink of coming within moments. You're panting and babbling, the sounds barely coherent even to you as your brain whites out from the building pleasure sneaking through your veins. The final straw for you, is when you feel two calloused hands expose your breasts and roll your nipples between deft fingers. You come with a scream, slumping against his chest.

"Fuck, darling." You feel the rumble of his voice as you prop yourself up on shaky arms. "Baby, you soaked my pants when you came."

You're blushing, you're sure as you try to cover your face with your hands. You're pretty much naked in his lap and that's what mortifies you? Sure enough when you slip back on his lap, his pristine white slacks are translucent at the crotch, the material clinging to the bulge of his cock.

"Don't get shy on me now, Tiny. C'mere." His hands are gentle as they pull you in, but so is his mouth as he whispers compliments to you. Compliments which he leaves with the softest of kisses on your skin, marking your neck and breasts, arms and wrists with the words until you're sure you are glowing in the stuffy air.

"I can unequivocally say that was one of the sexiest, hottest things I've ever seen." You crash your mouth to his, laughing even as he licks into your mouth.

"Let's go inside the house, baby. Let me show you just how much I liked seeing you fall apart on me?"

"Sure," you gasp as he laps at one of your nipples, giggling as he slips the straps of your dress up your shoulders again. He tugs the hem of the dress down until you're decent and steps out of the car. But before you step out, he puts your shoes on your feet.

The same electricity which has been coursing through your veins all night is back, the buzzing energy making you ache even though you'd just come minutes ago. The things this man does to you. It's that electricity which has you leaping into Bradley's solid, strong arms the moment the door latches shut behind you.

You kiss him, fiercely, moaning at the feeling of his mustache against your skin. This time, your dress comes off fully, leaving you bare in his arms in his foyer. His mouth is everywhere at once, and if you could think, you'd wonder how Bradley is doing that, how he can make you feel so good without a single curl out of place.

You feel hot all over and all you want is Bradley. You're chanting his name as he sucks on your nipples. You barely notice that you're moving at all, at least until your back makes contact with cool cotton and his hot hands leave your skin.

"Bradley?" Your voice is quiet, hushed, as you look up at the Adonis you want to ravish you. He's shed his shirt and has a look on his face that you've never seen on another man, his whiskey eyes dark as they drink in your mussed hair, perked nipples and puffy, wet cunt.

"God, Tiny. You're so beautiful, baby doll. Been thinking about you like this since the day we met. All I've wanted to do since that day was get my mouth on your pretty skin. But you have to tell me what you want, baby."

You keen at his words, at the naked adoration dripping through his tone.

"Roo!" You kneel on the edge of the bed and pull him in by the belt loops. "I want you, Roo. I want your hands and your mouth and your big dick. Roo, I want them everywhere." You drag his hands to your dripping cunt, mewling as he presses one thick, long finger into you. "God, yes, please. Want to feel you on my skin for days after this. Want to remember how you feel."

"Baby, Tiny." Braldey's groaning into your ears as you rub his length with your hands. "I thought you wanted to go slow."

"Fuck going slow," You gasp at the way his teeth drag across your nipples. "I need you now, Roo."

"I gotta open you up, baby." He sounds just as strung out as you feel.

"I fucked myself with a dildo before class, Roo. It was at least as big as you. Maybe bigger. Just put your dick in me, baby, please!" You're writhing under him, drunk on the sensation of him on you.

You sob when his skin leaves yours, gooseflesh rising as the cool air of the room hits your superheated skin. But your sobs soon melt into a relieved gasp turned moan as Bradley finally buries his length in you. The blunt pressure of his cock makes your mouth part in a silent scream. You were wrong. He's way bigger than your favorite dildo. His length brushes against your sweet spot and when his hips begin to slowly piston and in and out of you, you see stars.

"Fucked yourself with a dildo, huh, sweet girl? At least as big as me, sweet girl? Maybe bigger?" His voice is a growl, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you're likely going to be bruised in the morning.

Your fingers scrabble for purchase on his broad shoulders, digging in hard enough that you're sure you're leaving marks. But you don't care about that right now. You're getting what you wanted. His eyes are gentle, in complete contrast to the sharp motions of his hips and you tug him weakly down for a kiss. Bradley’s hands are even gentler as he kisses you, and you gasp as his hips still.

His weight feels amazing over your body, his mouth searching as he feathers kisses across your face and chest.

“Why’d you stop, Roo?” Your voice is breathy and a little whiny as you run your fingers gently along the welts already forming on his shoulders from your too tight grip.

“Baby, sweetheart?” His lips are bitten red when you can finally see his face.

“Yeah, Roo. M’right here.” There’s something unreadable in his gaze.

“Am I being too rough with you, sweetheart?”

“I’m a big girl, Bradley. I can take it. I asked for it, remember?” That unreadable expression has taken over his entire face. “What’s going on, Roo?”

“I’ve been told before that I’m too rough in bed.” Your gasp is understanding, even as Bradley pulls out of you and you shiver at the loss of his skin on yours.

“Roo. Come on. Look at me?” He’s got one thick arm draped over his forehead, and if you were more artistically inclined you’d want to sketch him on the spot. He looks like a work of art with the sunlight slanting over his bare hips, and shining over the slick painting his hard length.

When he doesn’t move, you drape yourself over his chest, humming happily at the feeling of his arm curling securely around you.

“If you’re ever too rough with me, I’ll tell you. And you weren’t too rough just now. I asked for it and you gave me exactly what I wanted.” You’re pouting as you kiss his collar bones. “I was so close to coming too, when you stopped.”

But you’re more than content to feed the electricity in your veins and relish in the comfort of his touch.

“M’sorry, Tiny. Guess I really killed the mood, huh?”

“You didn’t kill the mood, Roo. I’m happy you told me. This thing between us,” You trail your fingers over his pec, “is just as much about your pleasure as it is about mine. So however fast or rough you want to be, I accept it. It turns me on, when you’re a little rough, Roo.”

“It does?” But you don’t even get to nod at his statement before you find yourself on your stomach on his cool clean sheets. Your ass is being carefully cradled in his hands as he kisses your wet pussy. Each lap of his tongue makes you shove your hips back further into his grasp until he groans and begins to eat you out in earnest. That’s when you cum again, your fingers clutching so tightly to the sheets that your joints are white with the pressure and your mind is consumed by pleasure. You grin at the feeling of his lips against your bare shoulder, humming as he tugs you up onto your knees.

“Can you cum again, Tiny?” His hands are gentle as they map your torso, cupping your breasts tenderly.

“Only if this time you cum with me, Bradley.” You gasp at the insistent nudge of his cock, moaning as it presses into you.

“I can do that, beautiful.” This time, it feels different. Bradley’s murmuring sweet nothings into your skin, and your orgasm builds and builds. You’ve never felt so cherished, so wanted before. It has your head spinning, your need clouding your mind and loosening your tongue. Each sharp thrust has moans spilling out of your mouth. You feel like your skin is too tight, the slow pistoning of his hips into you sending your orgasm further and further out of your reach. Until, that is, his hands slip down to trace circles ever so gently over the swollen nub of your clit. You cum with a scream, your walls fluttering with the intensity. It feels like you’re underwater, wave after wave of feelings crashing over your body until they finally, finally subside to a relaxed, bone-deep weariness.

You come back to yourself to the feeling of a warm damp cloth dragging gently over you skin and the feeling of kisses pressed all over the bare expanse of your back. You feel cherished and indescribably gorgeous. It’s all because of the man who holds you close as he pulls the sheets over you both.

“That was…” In truth you don’t have the words, you’re still lost in the onslaught of sensations only Bradley Bradshaw has ever been able to pull from your body.

“I should feel flattered, right, Tiny? That I’m so good in bed that it steals the words from your head?” You have to laugh at that, silencing him by pulling him into a kiss. It’s gentle, the heat between you dissipating into sleepy, languid, softness.

“Let me make you dinner, baby?” You peck his cheek, the one with the scar, and sit up.

“After a shower, Roo?” You hold your hand out imperiously, waggling your fingers until you’re being caged between cold tile and Bradley Bradshaw with hot water raining over you both.

“You’re killing me, Tiny. I’ve been thinking about you since Greg and Sophie introduced us. How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you now? And when we have an entire wedding to get through?” You can barely hear him with the hiss of the water cascading down.

You kiss him softly. “You don’t have to keep your hands off me during dance class. And, for every social event we have to do together, if you’re good, I’ll meet you back here and give you a blow job. Does that sound like a plan?”

You don’t get a response, because your words are swallowed by his kiss. It’s still up in the air what you and Bradley Bradshaw are to each other. Hopefully it’s enough that you have until the wedding and after it as well, to figure that out.

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SEND ME A SHIP (+ number) AND I WILL TELL YOU... Carol/Maria 2, 15 (Captain Marvel/The Marvels) and because I am me! Hizzie 10, 11, 20

Carol and Maria

2. ...why I do or don't ship them.

I ship them. I ship them quite a LOT. And that's because from the MOMENT we started seeing those flashbacks, it felt like I was watching a love story.

And then they had their reunion and Maria looked like the breath had been knocked right out of her chest. And Carol with this hangdog expression? And the piles of photographs that Maria had kept to remember Carol?

I'm sorry, but this isn't just friendship.

Add in amnesia during which most of the memories that were trying to break through revolved around Maria and her daughter? A kid that Carol was clearly around so much that even after YEARS of being missing she still seemed to think Carol hung the moon? I mean, COME ON, I can be expected to be only so strong here.

And The Marvels did NOT help. If anything Carol was pining after all that she had lost even MORE.

It's like a tragic fairy tale.

15. ...how I wish their story would go/would have gone.

Well first of all I wouldn't have killed Maria. Because it's stupid and I hate it.

Second of all I wouldn't have had Carol ghosting the woman she was clearly in love with and their daughter for 20 years.

Because it's stupid and I hate it.

Or if I did do that, then The Marvels would have involved a very chaotic Time Travel fix it.

Ideally she'd have remained in contact and gotten back together with Maria in the intervening years (FYI here's a fic I found where Carol does go back and it's adorable (or here's an old fic I wrote that contains a smidge of how I would have wanted Carol to have kept in touch)) and though I do think I want to have kept Monica getting dusted by the Snap (because I do enjoy SOME angst), Maria would have been snapped too.

And then Carol would have gotten the both of them BACK.

But that was ideally.

Now, my hopes rest on Carol finding a way to get back the stranded Monica (or to join her). Because if they're making this Alternate Universe Maria be kind of a mirror of Carol... then let's go all the way here and have this Maria be mourning her Carol the same way our Carol is mourning her Maria.

They can be each other's second chance.

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Hope and Lizzie

10. ...rate the level of stupid they reach in their pining.

Can we reach levels above 10 out of 10? Because... duuude. When you have Lizzie constantly casting herself to play one half of a romcom couple and yet convinced that she's the matchmaker, or third wheel? And Hope being Lizzie's Totally Personal Hero? And Lizzie constantly pulling a Prince Charming on Hope? And Hope obsessing over Lizzie while lacking humanity all at the same time saying with her whole chest how she cares nothing about Lizzie?

AND BOTH OF THEM SOMEHOW COMPLETELY IGNORING THE BIG FLASHING LIGHT OF THE SIRE BOND AND WHAT THAT MEANS?

*voice full of saccharine condescension*: 'oh, honey'.

11. ...how quickly I started shipping them when I got into the fandom.

If memory serves me right... I started shipping them pretty early on. Wayyyyy early on, like before 1x12 even.

But where it became serious was the episode with the dress.

Like, the fact that she just went 'this family heirloom dress needs to be worn by the prettiest girl I know'? Goddammit, Lizzie.

And then of course there's the way you just have to admire the sheer gall of pulling a Klaroline parallel unintentionally?

But most of all... it might have been the way Lizzie spent the episode protectively glaring at the jealous boys. And the way she rushed over to hug Hope when she was about to have her breakdown in the middle of the dance floor.

Also. That face. Specifically.

20. ...how and when they should get/should have gotten together.

Ideally, at the end of the season 5 that never was.

I consider s4 to be the season where Lizzie realized and accepted that she's in love with Hope. Burt also accepted the idea that it was never going to happen and chose to try to move on.

S5 should have been the season where Lizzie is trying to do that while Hope is coming to accept that there's feelings there from her side too and that the idea that she might have realized that too late hurts.

Culminating in a big fight where they finally drop all the cards on the table and address all the things they'd been skirting over.

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The Two of Us | 4

The Two of Us M.List | Canon Divergences

Summary: You and Ellie have a photoshoot.

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader, Daryl Dixon x Reader (paternal), Michonne Grimes x Reader (Maternal)

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: 1,9003

Warnings: I proofread this so let’s just act like it’s good. Also let’s pretend that there’s like a lot of film after the end of the world! Just bare with me!!

A/N: This chapter and the next are heavy with canon divergences from both The Walking Dead and The Last of Us, please read the page!

You looked out your window sadly as you thought about Ellie. It had been a week and a half since you had seen her last and god did you miss her. You weren’t used to feeling like you needed to be around someone, and it was totally throwing you off.

How could a girl you met a month ago consume your thoughts as bad as she was? And anyone could notice it. Or— at least— Daryl could notice it. You were distant, you weren’t talking a bunch, you were sleeping in, and your chores were done slowly. Of course, when confronted, you denied everything. And you were very believable.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been sayin’ your name for a goddamn eternity girl!” You stare at Daryl wide eyed.

“I was daydreaming.”

“About what?” You bite your tongue.

“Uh. Britney Spears!” Daryl scrunches his face up in disgust.

“I never took you for a pop fan.” You tilt your head in confusion but don’t bother asking what a ‘pop’ was.

You sat on the couch carving a new arrow for Daryl over a trash can, you were wishing Ellie was beside you, cracking some awful joke or maybe even kissing you. You really wanted her to kiss you again.

“Y/N?” You snap your head to the front door to see Carol and Maggie standing there. Your face breaks out into a grin and you rush over to hug Maggie. You both giggled. You hadn’t seen her in ten years, but she was still Maggie.

“When did you get back?” You asked with a giggle.

“A couple of days ago, gosh you’ve grown!” She puts her hands on your cheeks and looks at you lovingly.

“Maggie?” You turn around to see Daryl walking into the living room. His face breaks out into a grin and he stalks over to hug her.

“Daryl! Look at you!”

“Where’s little Hershel?” You ask eagerly.

“He’s at the Kingdom with Ezekial and Henry. We were heading to Jackson, and wanted to see if you guys wanted to come and then maybe have a nice welcome back dinner?” Carol wondered, rubbing your shoulder. Your eyes lit up.

“Yes! I would love that! Let me get my backpack.” You run into your room and grab your bag before rushing back out. “Okay I’m ready!” Maggie grins at you and Carol giggles slightly.

“What’s with all the eagerness?”

“She wants to see Ellie.” Daryl chimes in with a roll of his eyes.

“I will shank you.” You threaten.

“Ellie? Who’s Ellie?” Maggie asks.

“Her friend in Jackson.” Carol supplies. Maggie nods and gives you a knowing look which makes a burning sensation cover your cheeks and nose.

“Let’s go!” You usher them out of the cabin.

“Y’all have fun, I need to go huntin’.” You frown at Daryl.

“But you’ll be at the Kingdom later right?” He reluctantly nods. “Okay! Bye, love you!” He kisses your head and pats your shoulder and you walk out.

Arriving at Jackson, you could feel your nerves getting the best of you. You were tapping your foot on the ground rapidly and you were biting your nails.

“Y/N, Ellie’s in her room if you want to go see her.” Joel says to you as he, Tommy, and Maria, welcomed you guys. You smile and nod. “You remember the way, right?”

“Yeah, thank you!” You wave at them and then walk off. You made sure to be extra quiet closing the front door to Ellie and Joel’s home, and even quieter opening her bedroom door. You saw her sitting at her desk, sketching something. You tiptoed over to her. “Whatcha drawin’?” She swings her arm and hits your stomach, making you fall over with a gasp.

“Holy shit!” She scrambles out of the chair and onto her knees beside you.

“Ouch?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N!” She places her hands on your shoulders to help you sit up.

“It’s okay, I did sneak up on you.” You say with a slight laugh.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” Her brows are knitted together with worry. Just the very idea that she might be this worried just over you flustered the shit out of you. All you could do was stare at her as your cheeks burned. “Hello? Earth to Y/N? Fuck, you don’t have a concussion right?”

“What? No, I’m fine, don't worry.” She lets out a sigh of relief and stands up offering you her hand which you take and she helps you onto your feet.

“Thank god, you scared the shit out of me.” You giggle.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” She pokes your shoulder.

“Don’t be all smart with me!” You roll your eyes and walk over to the corner of her room where you discard your backpack and shoes. “Not that I’m not happy to see you but um.. whatcha doin’ here?”

“Remember when I told you about Maggie? The girl from the original group who went off with someone to find other communities and hasn’t come back in ten years?” She nods. “Well she came back! Her and her son are in the Kingdom and wanted to come see Jackson and Carol thought ‘Let’s bring Y/N’ cause I’m awesome!” You say while walking over to her desk and sitting down.

“That’s so cool! She just showed up?”

“Yeah, I was carving a new arrow for Daryl and they just walked in it freaked me the fuck out.” You guys laugh. “What were you drawing? You ask, turning to look at the sketch book. It was a picture of you. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

“Oh.. uh.. You weren’t supposed to see that.” She mumbled scratching her neck.

“This is so good.” You whispered, almost afraid of your voice as you admired the picture. She saw you like this? She drew you? She thought about you? “Wow.”

“It’s not the best.. I don’t really have a picture of you to reference.” You glance at her with a smile.

“It’s amazing. Can I have it?”

“No! It’s mine! Did you not hear me just say I don’t have a picture of you? This is all I have!” You deadpan.

“Well maybe we should change that.” You challenge, crossing your arms.

“Uh do you see any cameras around here?” She crosses her arms. You walk over to your backpack and pull out a camera. It was old. It used to be Rick’s, and then it was Carl’s, and now it was yours.

“I do in fact.” You shake it at her and she gapes at you.

“Holy shit dude! Where’d you get that?”

“It was given to me. There’s only so much film left, but it’s enough, and I have another box of it at home so.. Go sit on your bed and let me take one of you!”

“What? Why?”

“Maybe I want a picture of you!” You say in an obvious tone. Ellie huffs but sits down. “Smile!” She doesn’t. You put your hands on your hips and glare at her causing her lips to break into a grin, you quickly snapped the picture. “Hah!” You grab the polaroid and fan it until it develops.

“Ugh, not fair.”

“Oh it’s totally fair.” You set the picture down and hand her the camera. “Hurry up, do your thing.” You and her trade spots and you awkwardly smile and the camera.

“You look constipated.” Ellie teases. Your jaw drops.

“Asshole!”

“I’m sorry! You look gorgeous! Like one of those girls in the magazines! Like uh— what’s her name? Britney Spears!” You break out into giggles and she takes the picture.

“C’mere.” She sits down beside you and you grab the polaroid and shake it for a few seconds before putting it onto the table and then returning to sit next to Ellie.

“How long do they take to show up?”

“Uh… not too long I don’t think.” You look up at her and finally notice the close proximity between the two of you. She’s already staring at you and you find a smile making its way onto your face. “Hi.” You whisper.

“Hey.” She replies, her eyes flicker down to your lips and she slowly leans in. You close the distance by putting your hand on her cheek. Her lips dance on your own and you can feel butterflies in your stomach. Her hand grips your waist. When you part you stare at each other for a few seconds before giggling. “I-I have a crush on you.” She says quietly. Your cheeks burn.

“I have a crush on you too.” She grins.

“Well then do you maybe wanna be my girlfriend?” You nod quickly.

“I would love to be your girlfriend.” Ellie lets out a relieved giggle.

“Thank god, this would be way awkward if you didn’t.” You roll your eyes and lean in to kiss her again but quickly pull away when you have the best idea ever.

“Hey, you know what you should do?”

“Kiss you again? I’m all for that.”

“No! Well, yes, but you should come to the celebration dinner at the Kingdom tonight! Then you and I could have another sleepover and you can meet some of my friends.” Ellie smiles.

“I can ask Joel if you’ll ask Carol.”

“This is gonna be awesome, you’ll love Henry and Lydia, they’re the sweetest. And you’ll get to meet Judith and RJ who are basically my little siblings.”

You ended up giving Ellie a slight rundown of your family, she seemed pretty receptive of everything, like the crazy family tree you were giving her made any lick of sense.

About an hour passed, and you were laying in Ellie’s bed with your head in her lap as she read you her Zero Point comic. You weren’t paying much attention though, and instead you were staring at her as she read and flipped the pages. A knock at the door caused you to sit up and Ellie dogeared the page. Joel and Carol walk in.

“Y/N, we’re about to head out, you ready?”

“Um, yeah, we were wondering if maybe Ellie could come with us? Daryl and I could bring her back tomorrow.” You bite your lip. Carol and Joel glance at each other.

“It’s fine with me, Joel?” He sighs and crosses his arms.

“Only if you stay close to Carol and Maggie.” You smile and Ellie pumps her fist. “And, mind your manners!” She nods.

“I will, I promise!”

“Okay, get a bag together. Keep your knife on you.”

“Meet us at the gate, okay girls?” Carol waves at you guys and her and Joel leave. You get up and walk to the corner to put on your shoes while Ellie grabs some clothes for her bag. You then grab your backpack and slip the polaroid that you took of your girlfriend (holyshitshe’sactuallyyourgirlfriendwhatthefuck?) into a pocket of your backpack where it’d be safe.

“Are you ready?” You glance over at Ellie to see her sling her backpack onto her shoulder. You nod and start walking to the door. “Wait!” She grabs your hand and pulls you into her. She pecks your lips and beams at you. “Okay we can go now.” Your cheeks warm up and you giggle.

“You’re cute.” She furrows her brows at you.

“I am not!” You give her a ‘really?’ look.

“You so are.”

“I am not cute, I’m intimidating and scary.” You laugh.

“Sure you are.” You shake your head and walk out of her room. She follows you and bumps your shoulder with her own when she catches up.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 5 months

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Captain Marvel: Final Part

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

With the Skrulls now saved from the Kree, at least for right now, you and Carol met Maria and Fury back at Maria's house for a last-dinner kind of thing. Most of the Skrulls decided to go back to Mar-Vell's lab to prepare to move again while Talos, Soren, and their child join you back at Maria's house. She did a really good job flying the plane to avoid whatever Kree was on her ass, and Fury won't let her forget it.

"That's some nifty flying you did out there. SHIELD could always use a good pilot like you."

"I'll consider it, as long as you don't call my flying nifty again."

Fury's eye is all scratched that you assume came from Goose.

"How's your eye?" you question the agent.

"Getting better every second. I'll be fine."

"Is it true that Goose scratched your eye?"

"I will neither deny nor confirm the details of that story."

"She did. I saw it happen," Maria confesses, making you cackle.

"Just so I'm clear, you were Soh-Larr and the SHIELD agent?" Carol asks Talos.

"Yeah, he tied my boss up and stole his identity," Fury interjects, ignoring your teasing remarks about how a cat got the better of him.

"I borrowed his likeness. I'm no thief."

"It's a little like a thief," Soren shrugs.

"Whose side are you on?"

"You're good to go here until you recover, but you and your family will need a new look."

"I could go back to being your boss."

"Please don't."

"Come on. I love sporting his beautiful blue eyes."

"I'll help you find a home and finish what Mar-Vell started," Carol offers.

You open your mouth to agree but nothing comes out of it. First, you think about Bucky and Steve and how you left this planet to get away from the pain it caused you, but then you think about how you promised yourself that this would be your new home away from Xenia and Markus. You fled once, you can't do this to Earth again. It needs protecting, and who will protect it if you leave?

"They can stay here with us, can't they, Mom?" Monica asks from the stairs where she and Talos' daughter are.

"They won't be safe here, baby. Auntie Carol is right. They need their own home."

"I'll be back before you know it," she says.

"Excuse me," you whisper.

You grab your plate of unfinished food and walk into the kitchen to do the dishes. Carol and Fury look at each other before getting up and doing the same. Leaving Carol behind and staying on Earth hurts differently than when you lost Bucky. Bucky died and you didn't have a choice but to move on with your life. You're deciding to leave even though it hurts you to do so.

"Are you okay?" Carol asks.

"Yeah."

"Let me help you with that," Fury offers and takes the wet dishes to dry.

He notices dry tears on your cheeks and gestures to Carol to talk to you.

"We beat the Kree and Ronan. What's wrong?"

"I don't know if I can go with you when you leave," you whisper.

This is a conversation to have privately so she puts it on the back burner for now. She rubs your back in a comforting way and takes out the pager that she took from Fury. She's modified it a bit so that he can always contact her whenever she may be.

"Here, there is something I want you to have. Plus, I need you to keep the Tesseract hidden here on Earth." She hands him the pager. "I upgraded it. The range should be a couple of galaxies, at least. For emergencies only."

"What? Do you think I'm gonna crank call you?"

"For emergencies only. From the looks of it, you'll have Y/N in case something goes wrong."

"Well, if you're ever passing back through this galaxy, be sure to give a brother a shout," he says. "I can finish up here. You two can take off."

"Come on."

Carol takes you outside to have a private conversation with you. She knows what you're going to say but lets you say it anyways.

"As much as I want to go with you, I can't leave Earth. The universe needs you, Carol but Earth needs me. The Tesseract is here, so someone is going to come for it sooner or later. She'll need someone to protect it."

"I agree."

"I'd be too selfish if I kept you from everyone else," you sigh sadly, "but I don't want to leave you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm not asking you to choose but I do have to leave. I can't stay on this planet knowing wars are going on out there that I can help fight."

"I know."

She pulls you in for a hug and allows you to cry on her shoulder for however long you need.

"This doesn't change anything between us. I want you to live your life. I don't know when I'll be back, but I don't want you to be lonely. I want you to meet someone, fall in love, and live your life. You'll always have a special place in my heart."

"So will you," you sniffle and pull away from her.

"If we are meant to be, we'll find our way back to each other. I can guarantee that."

"I should go, then. I wish you the best of luck, my love."

"Same here."

You kiss her one last time knowing this will be the last in a while. If you stay any longer, you're going to cry so you pull away from her and take off toad the sky. With no viable threat over your life, you can pick a place and settle down. You haven't had a home for at least fifty years.

New York has too many painful memories and London reminds you of Bucky. When you first came to Earth with Carol, you landed in Northern California. The beaches there are beautiful so maybe living in that state won't be such a bad thing. You can get a place along the beach and enjoy your life by yourself.

Malibu is nice this time of year, and you settle in quicker than you thought you were. You have a bit of money saved from the 40s that you never got to spend, so you use it to buy yourself a house on the beach. The town of Malibu is compact and busy but you don't mind being surrounded by this many people. It gives you an opportunity to learn about humans from what you missed over the years.

It takes a week after moving in to explore the town, so you're walking along the coast when you pass by a tall man sporting white hair and a mustache and a shorter woman with blonde hair.

"Y/N?"

You stop and face the couple with a confused look on your face.

"Yes. Do I know you?"

"It's me. Howard Stark."

"Howard? Wow, you've grown."

"You stayed exactly the same."

Hearing him say this makes you a bit sad knowing you'll probably never grow old. You'll always be the same age as you were when you first injected Markus' serum.

"Well, you know..."

"Wait, I thought you died. I thought you and Steve died when the plane went down. We searched for you two for months after the wreck."

"Steve died. I left Earth for fifty years."

"She's the one you were talking about?" Howard's wife says. "She's the Avatar?"

"That's me," you shrug.

"What are you doing here?"

"I bought a place on the beach. I spent the last sixty years fighting in wars I shouldn't have been fighting in. I figured what harm will it do if I take a few years to myself. What have you been up to?"

"I'm retired now. I have a few billion dollars to my name. I got married and had a son. Would you like to meet him?"

"Of course."

Howard and his wife, Maria, take you back to their house where their young adult son is.

"Tony? Come down here. There's someone I want you to meet." Tony comes down the stairs with a bored expression on his face. "Tony, this is Y/N."

Tony's heard the stories his father used to tell about a righteous man with super strength and a woman who can control the elements. He didn't think those stories were true until he sees you. There are very few pictures of Howard back in the day, but some of them contain you and Steve.

"Is this the same Y/N that you worked with back then? The one with Steve?"

If you're going to be in Tony's life, then he has a right to know exactly who you are.

"Yes, it is." You stick your hand out for him to shake, and you give him a polite smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Tony."

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the-haunted-star · 6 months

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The Marvels Deleted Scenes

The Marvels is a short film clocking in at 1 hour and 45 minutes. Such a brisk running time might lead one to believe that a lot of material was left on the cutting room floor. As with all films there's always stuff that's removed or changed during the editing process. However even with an overwhelming amount of marketing footage shown before the film's release and two early test screening leak descriptions, it appears The Marvels actually had its story and structure locked in pretty early on.

The trailers are often a good source for some bits of footage that didn't make the final cut but with The Marvels, there was very little that was shown in all the various previews that didn't make it into the final film. Once the Blu-ray/Disney+ material comes out we'll probably see more deleted scene evidence uncovered. For now here's what I've gathered together so far: (SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FILM)

The film's plot was leaked last year from an early rough cut test screening. Much of it proved to be very accurate. This summary was the first to report that Valkyrie would have a cameo in the film. This was true as Valkyrie appears aboard Carol's ship via the Bifrost to take the Skrull refugees to Earth after Dar-Benn attacks their sanctuary planet. According to the leaked summary there was originally another scene in which Valkyrie appeared. (I'm guessing here, but I'd assume this other scene most likely would have happened before the escorting of the Skrulls scene.) The leaked summary describes this scene as follows; at one point Kamala is alone on Carol's ship when Valkyrie calls. Valkyrie asks whom she's speaking to and where Carol is. Kamala responds, "I'm Ms. Marvel" and Valkyrie asks "She (Carol) got married again and didn't invite me AGAIN?" Kamala quickly clarifies the MISS part or her title. Valkyrie's line obviously foreshadowing the fact that would be revealed later in the film that Carol is married to Aladna's Prince Yan.

This early summary also described Dar-Benn as using her bangle to "power a weapon" which would steal the resources of the various planets. In the final film, there is no secondary weapon. Dar-Benn simply uses the bangle to both open up portals and extract the planet's resource. Due to the rough-cut state of the film shown in the test screening this could have been either a misinterpretation by the viewer or there actually was a separate weapon in that particular rough cut and they just decided to streamline things by having the bangle perform both tasks. Who knows. Based on this info I myself incorrectly predicted and assumed early on that the huge diamond-shaped ship might have been this "weapon" in the film. But it ended up being just Dar-Benn's Kree flagship of sorts.

Another test screening took place around June 2023 with a leaker corroborating on Reddit what was described in the first plot summary and adding a couple other details which had not been revealed up to that point. One being that the post credit scene would feature another variant of Monica's mother, Maria Rambeau and that Kate Bishop would make a cameo appearance. Both these details turned out to be true too but with one minor difference. This report described the film opening with Kamala recounting the film's events to a mystery person not revealed until the end. This person would turn out to be Kate Bishop. So while the scene with Kamala recruiting Kate still ended up at the end of the film, it appears that Marvel toyed with the idea of having the film's events being narrated retroactively, similar to how Iron Man 3 was Tony recounting his story to Bruce Banner.

As I stated earlier there wasn't much from the trailers that wasn't included in the film but there were a couple. One bit involved Monica during the initial round of location swapping. When Monica switches places while investigating the jump-point in orbit near Earth, she ends up on the barren planetoid where Carol was previously. In the film we see Monica crash onto the planetoid but don't see her get switched back to her original location. The teaser trailer shows a few seconds of Monica getting attacked by the same Kree soldiers Carol had just encountered on the barren planetoid. Monica attempts to use her powers to defend herself but switches again with Carol. You can see the insignia of Carol's suit begin to rematerialize before the trailer cuts away.

Another deleted scene that was described in the leaked plot summary involved Carol and Monica traveling to Hala where the Kree are celebrating the return of rain and water to their drought stricken planet. Carol has a crisis of conscience realizing that the "Annihilator" title the Kree labeled her with was accurate from their point of view. There's a brief shot from this scene shown in the theatrical trailer, with Monica and Carol standing in front of a rain soaked window with the Hala cityscape outside it. A line of dialogue from Monica plays over it, "You are not the only thing standing between this and the universe."

In recent interviews following the film's release, Iman Vellani has revealed details on some scenes that were either changed, shortened or cut altogether. From Yahoo:

Monica Rambeau was originally going to be christened with her codename, Photon during the climax of the film right before she repaired the tear in space-time. Vellani commented, "It was a cool moment, but I think they took it out for a good reason." The original scene had the Marvel trio using their powers together to repair the tear. "It wouldn't make sense tonally if Monica is about to sacrifice herself and we're like, 'But your code name!'"

The song/dance sequence on Aldna was originally longer. "The song itself was much longer, and so much fun. There was a beat where Carol starts singing before she dances with the prince - that was pretty funny. And there's a moment where Kamala starts singing, too." - This one isn't too surprising. The leaked summary even made a comment that the sequence went on for way too long in the test screening cut. This was a scene I thought would potentially be pretty cringey but didn't actually end up bugging me. Although a longer version of it most likely would have wore out its welcome pretty quickly.

Some other little beats that got scrapped from the theatrical cut included an early scene where Kamala switches places with Carol and ends up on her starship, not immediately realizing she's in the same domicile where her hero resides.

There was also a longer version of the final encounter with Kate Bishop. "Hailee and I had a really fun back and forth," "Tonally, it wouldn't have made sense if we kept joking about [the Young Avengers team], but we were having so much fun bouncing off each other."

Lastly, a few more cut tidbits via @CanWeGetSomeToast on X/Twitter:

Kamala wasn’t able to take off her bangle and was imprisoned/tortured by Dar-Benn.

Captain Marvel and Valkyrie were explicitly together in the past (cut quote: “we work better as friends”) but Disney are cowards.

Prince Yan was supposed to gift each of The Marvels with a new suit, right before gathering his army. Monica had her comic accurate wings at first, but it was too much for her so she tore them off.

Kamala’s new suit originally turned into a space-suit, which would’ve been used to join Carol and Monica to close the rip in space-time TOGETHER.

#the marvels #captain marvel #ms marvel #monica rambeau #photon #brie larson #iman vellani #teyonah parris #dar benn #zawe ashton #kate bishop #deleted scenes #hailee steinfeld #goose the flerken #goose the cat #marvel cinematic universe

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keep on thinking about captain marvel and valkyrie. how would it work? who would top?

as i write this i just immagine one scenario, carol in her ship with goose and valkyrie coming in after a day fool of meetings with representatives os the entire galaxy and all she wants is a little kiss

I'm unable to pretend the thought didn't occur to me too, dear anon. Let's crack it open.

But before anything, so we don't get confused: I personally see the Top/Bottom "Definitions" more as flexible, expandable descriptors. The first most comfortable dynamic for the pairing — where one person tends to be more dominating and the other, more submissive —, but one that's still susceptible to change, at any time, for any reason. Never immutable, rigid roles.

That got me thinking of Carol and Maria, first and foremost. (Sorry, sorry. Excuse the multi-shipping, I have to base my answer on something!)

They seemed like a well-balanced couple. Both equally witty and stubborn and strong. One a perfect match to the other, keeping each other sharp and engaged.

Maria did describe Carol as a "huge pain in the ass" (affectionate), and it was evident that, between them, Maria was the level-headed one, while Carol was quicker to action and reaction. I can see that translating into Carol being the more energetic lover with some disregard for her surroundings when... fired up. (If it had been up to Carol's poor discretion, they would have been found out as a couple in their first year!! Maria was the best one at maintaining that "roommates" façade).

All that to say, I think Carol has a bit of a wild teasing streak in her. One that's difficult to tame. One that not even the Kree brainwashing was able to erase. She's full of energy (Literally. Girl can power up a SUN) and she's not the most patient person. So sometimes she'll initiate the sex and dictate the pace. Fast and fun. As high and as far as she can take them.

But as stubborn as she is, she's still generous. She is open to change, open to trying something different, if it means she can do better.

She's learning to be a team player. If Valkyrie wants to change things up, Carol is more than willing to give up the lead and be guided instead. Because it does feel nice, to let go of some control and responsibility. To take a break from the burden of this power.

Tricky thing is, Valkyrie feels the same. She calls the shots ALL DAY, EVERY DAY. Being a King is exhausting. Everyone looking up at her for an answer, for a direction, for decisions and protection... That's a lot on her shoulders, too. It would be nice, at the end of the day, to let go of that power for a while.

So I can see them switching up a lot.

Sometimes, Valkyrie wants to be treated as a King, and let Carol, her one-woman army, attend to her every need, as she sits on her throne. Sometimes, the Princess of Aladna is the one being catered to.

Sometimes, Valkyrie's ego gets a great little boost, at being able to make one of the most powerful beings of the galaxy squirm and moan. Sometimes, a King must claim some territory.

Sometimes, Carol's competitive side shines through again, and she wants to be the last one standing. And, for that to happen, she needs to make Valkyrie's knees go weak. Sometimes, her power can be used in different ways. (Obligatory mention: "She can do a lot more than make tea with those hands")

They have fun, in the end. Whatever the position they end up in, it's just nice to be with someone who can keep up, who won't tire (or break) so easily. It's a wonderful stress reliever.

#VC HC #oh noo it's a tag now #you know what that means

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Hey Sweetheart: Ch. 1 Carol Surprises Daisy

By Skyler10

Summary:

Carol is away for a conference and Daisy is home alone, but Carol has a Valentine’s surprise in store that finds Daisy in an opportune moment. (Rated M)

Notes: I had this idea and then two more, so enjoy this first chapter and then eventually, there will be two more chapters with two rewrites with a similar general premise but with key tweaks that change the story!

Written for the @ficwip Hey Sweetheart event 2024.

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Flowers seemed to haunt Carol the longer she was away for work. This time of the year, the city was full of flower vendors on every corner with bouquets for Valentine’s Day. Roses, especially, were everywhere she looked, but others too. The hotel her conference was in was decorated with florals. The chic restaurant for their first night’s dinner and debrief session? The Lily and Lilac. The next night, the team grabbed food and drinks at a gastropub with artistically modern daisies on the menu. Even one of the presentations used aerodynamic models based on various seed and pollen shapes to describe how their aircraft would fly through the wind. Another day included a tour of a lab next to a greenhouse full of flowers for the upcoming romantic holiday. Each flower made her think of Daisy Johnson, her fiancee back at home.

The worst was yet to come: traditionally, the last night was the association president’s ball, a dressy dinner and dance where everyone paired up or partners would fly in early for a vacation starting after the business of the conference was over the next day. And this year’s ball would fall on Saturday, February 14. Daisy wouldn’t be one of the partners joining the fun, however, with a major deadline at work on unlucky Friday the 13th. Carol pictured herself dressed up for no reason, sitting alone in the hotel ballroom, watching all the couples dancing and singles flirting with each other, if only for the night. She’d probably drink too much champagne and wake up Daisy with a far-too-late phone call, moaning about wishing she was there and counting down the hours until they’d be reunited in 48 hours. Daisy would try to stay awake, but eventually Carol would let her go back to sleep, and then Carol would sit in her hotel room, hearing the echoes of partygoers stumbling back to their rooms for Valentine’s Day sex. She’d lie awake, wondering why agreed to come here at all. And Carol felt guilty that Daisy would be home feeling just as lonely and maybe resentful as she spent their only Valentine’s Day as an engaged couple alone.

But it was still Wednesday, February 11 for another hour, an hour filled with guilt, dread, anxiety over her presentation the next day, and exhaustion that brought hot tears to Carol’s eyes as she lay in her hotel bed in the dark. Carol’s best friend and fellow aerospace engineer Maria Rambeau snored in the other queen bed a few feet away, and Carol came back to the present. She wiped away the tears and reminded herself she was being silly. No use being depressed over something that hadn’t even happened yet.

The next day, February 12, Maria stood next to Carol as they watched rows and rows of flowers being wheeled into that same hotel ballroom for a wedding happening in that space after their conference’s main session had ended for the day. It was a busy hotel, and the staff were under tight deadlines to get the wedding reception in and out before the aerospace association needed the space again. Carol and Maria had just stopped in to see what all the hustle and bustle was about and stayed, curious to see the end result.

Maria cleared her throat, and Carol raised an eyebrow as she turned to catch Maria’s glance.

“Congratulations on your panel today,” Maria began. “You nailed it.”

“But?” Carol drew out, knowing there was more.

Maria shrugged. “That’s the last thing you had to be here for. You can go be where you really want to be.”

“What?” Carol scrunched her brow. “I thought you wanted me here.”

“I did, and you were great!” Maria turned to face Carol fully. “But I know that look. And you’re not really here, are you? And I’m just sayin’, you don’t need to be. We’ve got this. You did your part.”

Carol sighed, knowing where she was going with this. “I can’t. You all supported me through my panel. It’s only fair that I stay—”

Maria held up a hand. “We’re good. I know where your head is. Are you really going to get home to your fiancee late at night on February 15 with some discount chocolates from the airport? I don’t think so. Not on my watch.”

Carol had to admit, with all the Valentine’s romance in the air, she missed Daisy so much it ached. “Are you sure? Then you’ll be all alone here… I hate having to choose one or the other.”

Maria sent Carol a look of disbelief. “Alone? I don’t think so. I’ve got the whole team. And, the cutie from JPL is here. Remember Florida? Trust me, I’ve got Valentine’s Day covered.”

The hotel events manager walked in their direction to kick Carol and Maria out of the ballroom, so the conversation was over and the decision was made. Carol let her department manager and office administrator know she was taking advantage of the flexible dates of her airline ticket and coming home early. The soonest flight she could get would leave early on the 14th, and Carol would be home in plenty of time to surprise Daisy for Valentine’s Day weekend.

Conversely, it seemed like Daisy was being haunted by calendars. There were the usual, like work calendars that got subdivided into project calendars, and the usual phone app filled with the minutia of life. But now there was a shared calendar with Carol as they merged their lives and a related but more specific wedding planning calendar app with suggestions and recommendations for all of the deadlines to put down deposits and make decisions and hire professionals of various wedding expertise.

She wasn’t exactly royalty, but as the genius rising star daughter of Stark Industries’ VP of Strategy and Mr. Stark’s own private pilot, Daisy also wasn’t the typical codemonkey in her social circles either. She’d grown out of the “prodigy” compliments, but she still carried the heavy weight of being Somebody in her company, expected to do great things. She was marrying another former “prodigy.” A girl who had designed rockets at 16 that impressed not only Tony Stark, but his Pentagon contact, Nick Fury. Fury had instructed Stark that either Carol would be interning at Stark Industries with a path toward a career there or Fury was giving her an offer that led to her eventually becoming Stark’s competition within the Department of Defense itself.

Thus, Daisy met the love of her life while feeling highly praised but extraordinarily lonely as the youngest intern in her dad’s division. The two teens bonded and grew from coworkers to friends to inseparable best friends to head-over-heels lovers over the past decade. Between their jobs and grad school and financial independence, marriage had always been assumed but so far down the calendar, it hardly seemed worth stressing about. An inevitability, but vaguely so.

Now, the aforementioned calendars and planners and to-do lists stared Daisy down. She groaned and rubbed her eyes as she tried to answer the prompts in the wedding planning guide. “Fill these pages out separately, and then come together to talk through your expectations of your special day!” the guide instructed.

“Carol better be doing this on the plane home on Sunday,” Daisy grumbled. She should text her, just as a reminder.

“How was your day?” Daisy started. Best to check in first before being a nag.

“Ugh, long,” came Carol’s reply. “But more flowers everywhere today. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Miss you. :( “

The text was accompanied by a photo of the wedding flower arrangements.

“150 days.” Daisy intended it to mean the countdown to their wedding, as the countdown widget on her computer reminded her. But it also felt like how long it had been without each other. The self-pity was strong in this apartment tonight.

Before Daisy could remind Carol about the wedding planning guide prompts, Carol asked if she was free the day after tomorrow.

Daisy snorted and sent back a laughing emoji. “Yeah, my Valentine is away for work. I’m going to be home with takeout and a spreadsheet of info on every wedding venue in the metro area.” She added a melting face emoji. Maybe she wanted Carol to feel a little guilty. Carol would be off having fun with their work friends from her team. And with all their other friends going out with their own Valentines, Daisy would be sitting on this same couch missing her, alone.

“We can do better than that,’ Carol sent back cryptically. “Don’t plan anything. I have an idea.”

“???” Daisy sent back.

“Nope. Surprise,” Carol returned, then “gtg, early start tomorrow.”

Daisy sent back a simple “I love you” with a purple heart, which Carol returned, with a red one. They exchanged goodnights with kiss emojis as well, and Daisy was left to try to answer what her ideal wedding aesthetic would be, how many people to invite, and whether the ceremony would be any flavor of religious/spiritual.

“It’s too late for this.” Daisy mumbled to her laptop and shut the lid. She had been staying up later and later this week, dreading going to bed without Carol. At first, many years ago now, sleeping together had been nearly impossible without staying up all night touching and making out and talking. Now, it was hard to sleep deeply without each other, they were so used to each other’s presence. The bed just felt so empty.

Eventually, Daisy did fall asleep and dreamt that the huge arrangement of wedding flowers from the text Carol had sent were being served as the cake. She shouted for the baker to not cut into the arrangement with a huge knife, but it turned out to be simply a delicious, if hyperrealistically beautiful, cake after all.

Maybe it was just a silly thought, but the reassurance in the dream that what seemed like a horrible mistake was actually a wonderful creation stuck with her throughout the next day. As tempting as it was to let her grumpiness over missing Carol sour her mood, she couldn’t shake the feeling that in the end, things would be okay after all. Daisy talked herself into making peace with the circumstances and not subconsciously holding it against Carol that she couldn’t be there. It wasn’t like she set the date of the conference, and the holiday was just a made-up date on the calendars that were surrounding her from all directions. So what if that date was blank on all of them?

Daisy closed out of her personal calendar and focused on her work one. If she got this week’s project done, she could leave the office this dreary winter Friday feeling free and ready for whatever the weekend held, even if it was just a quick video call with her fiancee tomorrow night and a trip to the store for 50% off chocolate on Sunday.

Saturday morning, February 14, Carol could barely contain her excitement as she boarded her plane home. She was practically bouncing in her seat. She’d passed a jewelry store that morning on her way to get coffee and donuts from a trendy place a block away from their hotel, and now the perfect pair of earrings was safe in her bag, gift wrapped by the store.

She’d stop on her way home from the airport for part 2: a bouquet of roses like the ones she’d been seeing all week.

“In a hurry to get home?” her seatmate asked. He was probably mid-30s, wearing a hot pink tie and French-manicured nails. His tiny dog napped in a carrier at his feet under the seat.

“Yeah,” Carol admitted. “Is it that obvious?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“I’m surprising my fiancee by getting home early for Valentine’s Day,” Carol confided.

The man’s eyebrows shot up. “Girl! That’s romantic! And do you have plans for what you’re going to do with … him? Them?”

“Her.” Carol smiled. “Yeah, she has a favorite place I’m going to order dinner from, but I think we’ll probably spent most of it wedding planning.”

The man sighed. “Oh no, baby, no. My husband and I are celebrating 8 years of marriage this year, 15 years together, so trust me when I say, the wedding planning stress is not the romantic Valentine’s Day it sounds like. Go out, be young, have fun, or stay in and, you know, have fun there too, but trust me, vendor websites are not date night, especially having to find ones that aren’t jerks about people like us.”

“Good to know.” Carol worried her lip. Perhaps she had jumped into this plan a little early with excitement to get home, but not a romantic enough Valentine’s Day strategy after she got there.

Their drinks came and the man popped in his earbuds to watch a movie, but Carol signed up for the in-flight Wi-Fi instead and brainstormed date night ideas in their city that wouldn’t break the bank or be too booked up for Valentine’s Day already.

Honestly, she just wanted to be home, just the two of them. But Daisy was probably ready to get out and do something special. Elegant restaurants in their part of the city were all booked, and none of the plays or concerts or even movies seemed very romantic or their taste. She made a list of some ideas, varying from an evening at the planetarium’s wine-and-cheese adults-only night to cooking something more gourmet than usual at home. Whatever Daisy felt like doing was fine with Carol, so long as they were together.

Carol closed her eyes and rested back against the plane seat. She tried to remember every Valentine’s Day they’d ever spent together, even when they were awkward teenagers and then even more awkward university students realizing their bond was undeniably romantic. Her lips quirked at the memory of their first as a romantic couple, seeing each other in an entirely different light and nervous in a way they had never been before. They’d visited a lesbian bar that Valentine’s Day and—once the older women there learned of their baby gay status and new coupledom—received a baptism by full immersion into the queer culture of their city.

The bar had closed a few years ago, but they still followed the regular drag performers on social media and went to some of their shows. If only it were still open, that could have been a fun trip down memory lane for a Valentine’s date. Carol opened her eyes long enough to write down “queer bar” on her ideas list. She closed them again to think of more and relive their earlier years.

The next thing she knew, they were landing, and she was awakening from a much-needed nap.

Daisy kept her phone nearby all day. Carol hadn’t explained what their long-distance plan for Valentine’s Day was today, and she wasn’t answering Daisy’s texts. Probably busy with her conference all day. Daisy sighed and went about her unromantic day. They’d been together so long, she supposed it was time they settled into being an old married couple, even if they weren’t technically married yet. Just an ordinary cold, rainy, winter Saturday with laundry and catching up on personal emails and a virtual yoga class. As she ate lunch and checked in with her hacktivist group chat, her podcast playlist started an episode about “how to spice it up in the bedroom.” Not very useful to distract herself from missing Carol. She switched it to an algorithmically generated mix, but the first song, then the second, and third were all extremely horny.

“Not helping!” Daisy said out loud to the music app as a fourth song came on with the perfect lyrics and rhythm for a sex playlist. She turned on the TV and picked up where she’d left off before with a historical romance series that Jemma had recommended. Neither Carol nor Fitz were interested in the storyline, so it was something Daisy and Jemma watched separately and chatted about without their partners. It was much spicier than Jemma let on, with plenty of eye candy of all genders.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Daisy mumbled to herself as the tall, dark, and handsome male lead revealed chiseled perfect abs. But she was too far in to stop now, and she knew she’d regret not catching up while Carol was away. Still she sent a text asking Carol to just check in when she had a chance. Realistically, she knew Carol was just busy with her meetings, and she didn’t really know what she’d say anyway. Like, “I know you’re having important business meetings but got some time for middle-of-the-afternoon phone sex with your bored fiancee?” Not the best timing.

Daisy decided to give in and take care of the problem herself. It’d been a while since she’d needed to alone, but it’d been a long week and she was being haunted by sex everywhere she turned. So with plenty of time and no one else home, Daisy headed to their bedroom and opened the drawer of vibrators and various toys and accessories. She picked one of her favorites and put on more of the sexy music. She laid down on the bed and pulled up her long loose shirt. She touched herself lazily over her yoga pants, letting her memories in this bed come back in detail. Her fingers snuck under the band of her yoga pants and into her underwear, and she teased herself until she was ready to kick things up a notch. She pulled off her pants and underwear, and set the vibrator to its lowest setting. Might as well make this last.

She thought of Carol’s tongue on her, Carol’s fingers inside her, Carol’s hands grabbing and taking what she desired, Carol’s lips at Daisy’s neck and breasts and panting her name.

Daisy let out an involuntary mewl and bucked her hips. Alone in her imagination, she was free to relish in fantasies that would never work in real life, like not having enough hands to hold on to each other, support themselves, touch everywhere, and finger-fuck at the same time. She imagined a position where their labia slotted together perfectly to get each other off, for another example. Before she could get too into the physics of it, her clit demanded her full attention. Her orgasm swept over her in a delicious wave, but she was having too much fun. She kept going, chasing another high in her fantasyland.

Hearing the door to the garage open, therefore, jolted her harshly out of her fantasies and sent her heart rate skyrocketing for a different reason. She turned off the vibe, set it aside carefully, and stood up but froze, listening for confirmation that she had actually heard something, and if she had, what the intruder’s next move would be. She debated whether her martial arts skills were enough to disarm them if they had a gun or if she should hide. What kind of intruder just walks in in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, anyway? She heard rustling in the hallway coming toward her and grabbed her phone on the bedside table to call the police, but just as she did, Carol rounded the corner with the biggest grin on her face, her rolling luggage behind her, and roses in her hand.

“Ta DAAAA!”

“OH-MY-GOD!” Daisy gasped.

“Honey, I’m hooome,” Carol sang with a smirk. She set her bags off to the side and the bouquet on the bedside table. “I see you’ve been busy without me.”

Daisy blushed and looked down at her state of undress. Her long shirt was barely covering her. “Ah. No pants.”

“No pants,” Carol confirmed with a filthy grin. “Surprise!”

“Surprise!? I thought you were someone breaking in!” Daisy’s brain caught up with her adrenaline, and she watched Carol’s grin fade. Daisy launched herself into her fiancee’s arms. “You’re home! How are you home?”

Carol captured Daisy’s lips for a searing, desperate kiss. Just as Daisy decided the answer didn’t matter so long as Carol never stopped kissing her, Carol backed away and answered breathlessly. “I finished my panel, and Maria said I should come home, so I did. She could tell my heart and head were here anyway, and I wanted to surprise you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Daisy couldn’t stop kissing Carol, and Carol was happy to oblige her half-naked fiancee. Carol pressed a thigh between Daisy’s and rolled her hips, making Daisy whine.

“You were only gone a week. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this.” Daisy tried to regain some self-control, and her fingers found their home in Carol’s hair, lightly brushing in that way that always made Carol sigh in contendedness. “I can’t believe you came home early for me.”

Carol soothed her thumb across Daisy’s cheek and met her dark eyes, blown wide with desire. “I missed you so much. Every minute.”

“I missed you too. Obviously.” She rolled her eyes self-deprecatingly at her libido getting the better of her a moment ago. “But seriously, all this wedding planning made it harder this time.”

“Yeah, for me too. There was a wedding at the hotel and all this Valentine’s stuff…” She pulled away slightly and reached for her tablet. “I filled out the questions we were supposed to do on our own, though. And I have some leads on vendors we can afford.”

“Oh god, thank you. You’ve never been hotter, just so you know.” Daisy took the tablet from Carol, but instead of looking at Carol’s answers, she set it on the bedside table with her phone and the vibrator.

“Mmm, spreadsheets of URLs and budget items, so sexy,” Carol teased, resting her wrists on Daisy’s shoulders and massaging the back of Daisy’s neck.

Daisy shook her head. “I know we sound, like, a hundred years old right now, but seriously, this stuff is driving me crazy and knowing there’s less of it left to do is very attractive.”

“We’ll get through it all … every detail …. together,” Carol promised between light kisses. “But tonight, no logistics or schedules. Just you and me, whatever you want.”

“Oh! Oh no. We don’t have any plans or reservations or tickets to anything. I’m sure everything in the city’s been sold out for weeks. Where can we even go?” Daisy laughed at the sudden reversal of her dilemma.

Carol switched apps on her tablet and showed Daisy. “I made a list of a few things on the plane. Clubbing in our slutty clothes? Wine and cheese gala in our dressiest black tie? Indoor picnic? Ice skating at the mall?”

“Really covering all your bases there,” Daisy laughed as she read down the eclectic list.

“I like to be prepared.” Carol returned the tablet to the bag at her feet and brought Daisy in for another kiss. Daisy’s hands wandered, reunited with their favorite territory to explore, and Carol’s dipped under the oversized shirt until they found Daisy’s bare ass.

After a while, when their tongues had had time for a proper greeting, Daisy pulled away and shook her head. “Never mind the list. I can’t even think about going out, not yet.”

Carol licked her bottom lip and her eyes sparkled. “Sweetheart, I’m going to have you thinking about one thing and one thing only.”

“Only one? I can think of at least a dozen things I want to do to you,” Daisy challenged. Carol reached for Daisy’s shirt and stripped it off over her head, which Daisy took as her cue to unbutton and unzip Carol’s jeans so Carol could step out of them, then shortly after, Daisy’s bra joined them on the floor. They continued until they were both completely bare.

“No reason to rush, though,” Carol considered as she tossed her own shirt into the hamper. “It’s only 3:00 and we have all day and night.”

Daisy climbed onto the bed again and lay down on her side so that Carol would mirror her, but then as soon as Carol did, Daisy rolled on top to straddle Carol’s hips.

“Then there’s just one question left,” Daisy teased.

“How many times we want to come?” Carol suggested and let her fingers trail down from Daisy’s neck to massage her breasts.

“Mmm, that too,” Daisy chuckled softly and leaned down, giving Carol an excellent view. “I meant: Will you be my Valentine’s Sweetheart?”

“As long as we both shall live,” Carol promised. She used her free hand to weave her fingers gently through Daisy’s hair and drew her down for a kiss to kick off their afternoon of lovemaking.

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