#marvel women imagines

[iovejolie]

pairing .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ pepper potts x reader

request .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ Hi, could you maybe write a smut one with Pepper? Where Reader is her assistant and Pepper catches her staring again and decides to tease her?

warnings .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ smut 18+ ( swearing, face riding pepper on top , eating out r receiving) , age gap ( reader is 22 i think peppers 48 )

lowercase intended

A/N .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ this is my first marvel woman fic enjoy <3 this is kinda short like really short I wanted to gets s something out for you guys <3.

“and tomorrow w should have a dinner with the CEO of -“ pepper stopper mid sentence. “y/n you’re staring again.”

“oh my god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to ma’am.”

“its fine lets not have it happen again. okay?”

“yes ma'am”

after that the two of you returned to the work in font of you this wasn't the first time pepper caught you staring. you'd just get so lost in her voice you didn't know how to control it. As some point pepper began to realize what was going on.

as the two of you continued going over the schedule you felt peppers eyes on you, shifting you felt her place a hand on your thigh you began to speak up but she beat you to it.

"as I was saying, sometimes I think you aren't cut out for this job, you make everything so complicating for me sometimes I think about giving you up”

“pepper what are you talking about?" confusion began taking over you. "Don't worry your little head, come with me”

she put out her hand for you to take. leading you to a room in the back of her office. She opened the door, pulling you in. “ wow pepper this room is nice.”

"i know." '

“you know I see the way you constantly look at me. I know you like me" you didn't know how to respond something told you didn't want to.

she sat you down on the bed, “I've been thinking about you for a while y/n kissing those lips hearing you say my name while I go down on you ”

“pepper”

“hush y/n” you did immediately. she pushed you back making you lay down “ I'm going to use you and make you feel good.”

she climbed on top of you, “can't wait to make you feel good.” she pressed her lips against yours. she moved her hand down pushing your skirt up pressing her hand against your pussy hard making you moan out. she kissed down your neck unbuttoning your shirt as she moved down. kssing down your chest you couldn't help but moan. she continued to work herself down your body. Pulling down your skirt along with your panties.

she kissed your stomach as she continued to go down on you reaching your pussy she pressed a kiss against it. taking her tongue running it through your pussy lips over your clit making you moan out louder. she wrapping her lips around your clit sucking on it. you couldn't function you'd never felt this feeling before.

she got off you and began removing her clothes. You set up on your elbows watching her undress she was beautiful in every possible way. you couldn't help but touch yourself at the sight of seeing her set undressed.

"i know you we not touching yourself without my permission”

you quickly hand from your removed your pussy. “good girl I knew you would listen"

once she finished removing her clothes she climbed back on you. “i should have worn my strap-on today.” she began eating you out, taking her two middle fingers and “sticking them inside you. you moaned out her name loudly. She continued to do that till you were on edge.

"pepper in about to cum, oh my gosh, please, please...” you cut yourself off as you began to cum all over peppers fingers. she pulled back, “its just like i imagined.” she oved back up so the two of you were face to face.

“i’m going to sit on this pretty face of yours and I want you to eat me out. Okay pretty girl?”

“yes ma’am”

she moved up and straddled your face. you immediately latched your lips onto her clit and began to suck, taking your tongue and running it through her slit. taking your fingers and pushing them inside her you earned a loud moan from her. You continued doing that feeling her clench around you.

"fuck baby that feels so good.” she began cumming on your face and fingers. "fuck"

She climbed off your face laying next to you. “mm that felt amazing, gosh baby didn't know that mouth of yours could do that.”

“come on we both have to get back to work lovely.” the two of you began redressing. you both made your way back to work not talking about what had happened.

#pepper potts #pepper potts x reader #pepper potts imagines #marvel #marvel women #marvel cinematic universe #marvel women imagines #iron man 2 #iron man #iron man 3 #pepper potts x you #pepper potts smut

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | n.romanoff

you visit the strip club downtown with your co-workers to let off some steam, but it seems like you've caught the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.

🖤 pairing: sub!stripper!natasha x fem!cop!reader

🖤 word count: 3145

🖤 note: SMUT (18+), this one been marinating in my drafts like im preserving wine

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You don’t know why you let your co-workers drag you to a strip club on a Friday night, but you’re sure as hell not complaining.

There are plenty of women, everywhere. Women in bikinis, women in stockings, women in thigh garters. You're in wonderland, honestly.

Hey, cops needed to let off some steam too, okay?

The cheers and hoots surround your table as Carol gets a lap dance by a brunette stripper. The blonde woman is blushing – you didn’t know she could do that – but she’s having the time of her life.

As Carol slides a bill between the stripper's tits with no lack of embarrassment, you laugh and get up to go get another drink.

It wasn't an overly rare occasion for you to be letting loose, but it was infrequent enough that your co-workers quite physically hauled you to this adult entertainment facility after a particularly taxing case.

ULTRAVIOLET was the most popular strip club in Queens, New York City. They served both men and women, with sparkling reviews about customer service and atmospheric aesthetics.

Carol, Valkyrie, and Maria would simply not shut up about the 'Black Widow', who was supposedly the sexiest, most stunning stripper any of them had ever laid their eyes on.

"She fuckin' looked at me in the eye," Valkyrie had moaned on a Monday morning, speaking of this stripper they so revered. "I can't look at anyone the same no more." 

You were about to make a quick-witted retort about Valkyrie’s dramatization of mere eye contact, but Maria had only nodded solemnly in agreement and you had to admit you didn’t take Maria’s judgment lightly.

Aside from the talk about the Black Widow, you were hit with the novelty of the strip club once you stepped foot within.

As the Commanding Officer of the New York City Police Department, 104th Precinct, the boundless freeness of this place was quite a sight to behold. What with the heavy music, and the beer-tinged scent of the air, and nude women – the sensory overload did wonders to take your mind off work.

"You here alone?"

You spin on the barstool at the sound of a sultry voice. You have to physically stop your jaw from dropping to the floor at the sight of a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.

Scantily clad in matching sequined undergarments and fishnet stockings, stands a redheaded woman leaning against the bar counter, looking at you with magnificent green eyes.

"I'm not alone- I mean, not in that way, because I'm just here with friends. Well, co-workers, but they're my friends as well-"

Splendid job, Deputy Inspector Y/N L/N, you say internally. You can look in the eye of murderers and terrorists, but one look at a pretty woman and you're fuckin' gone.

"You're cute," the lady interrupts with a small tilt of her head, saving you from digging your own grave further.

You swallow harshly, feeling her manicured nails trace the curvature of your bicep. 

"Just cute?" you ask, trying not to sound too hopeful. Her fingers move down to the collar of your white shirt, fiddling with the fabric. Call it stupidity, but you feel the urge to reciprocate the contact. You move your hands to her hips.

The lady smirks. "Hm, maybe not just cute. But I think you need to show me." 

The redhead hasn't broken eye-contact all the while. Your eyes feel like they're burning. You slide your left hand down to the hem of her panties, and tug slightly. When her panties snap against her skin, she jolts with the impact.

You smirk with victory, pulling her in by her waist so your mouth is pressed against her skin. "I'll show you," you murmur, kissing the warm with a fervour you didn't know you possessed. 

The woman's breath hitches and she pulls your head closer. You accept the invitation, beginning to leave a hickey on the sensitive spot of her neck.

After a few moments of your concentrated work on her neck, the woman finally lets out a sigh-turned-moan of pleasure, and you nearly pass out from how sexy it is.

She tugs your head away and pulls you in by the collar for a kiss. Your eyelids flutter close.

Your quavering breaths meet in a frantic harmony, and you want to explore her mouth, but she ends it as quickly as it begins.

"What's your name?" the redhead asks, warm breath on your lips. "Y/N," you say hoarsely, trying and failing not to sound like you were left high and dry. 

You slide your hands to the bare skin of her torso, silently delighting in the way it raises goosebumps. You need to get more of her, feel more of her. "Do I get to know your name?" you ask.

The lights in the strip club suddenly dim, and the music takes on a far more sensual tone. 

The woman slides out of your grasp like sand falling through your fingertips, and you're left with the ghost of her burning embrace. Your question remains unanswered.

"Let's give it up for our next dancer," the bar owner says into his mic, and the noise dramatically fades away. "The Black Widow!"

Blue and violet lights dance in your vision as the woman who had kissed you just moments before, approaches the stage, hips swaying in time to the music. 

Your eyes narrow, and you down the bourbon in one shot. You'd need it.

When the beat drops, The Black Widow throws her head back and she begins to move.

God, it's criminally sensual, the way she danced, unlike anything you'd ever seen before. You couldn't put into words the allure she possessed.

The redheaded woman runs a hand over her own skin, dipping into every curve, as the music crescendos, and you know you're not the only patron with their heart thrumming in their chest.

When she begins twirling on the pole, you see men clearing out a month's paycheck for this divine woman, and honestly? You don't blame them.

Money gets flung onto the stage and catcalls get yelled as perhaps the most erotic scene unfolds before your very eyes.

When The Black Widow lifts up a thigh to show off her tight stockings, you're unable to hold back any longer, drawn to the stage like a moth to a flame.

Sitting back down into your original seat, leaving the empty glass of bourbon behind, all else fades away. Your world stumbles on its axis as the woman makes her way over to you, running a hand through her luscious locks of hair.

Your mouth dries up as The Black Widow turns around in front of you and fully bends over, exposing the delicious curve of her ass. You sink back into your seat, bringing two fingers to your lips in silent contemplation. Internally, you're fighting the goddamned World War II with your libido.

She's still swaying in beat to the music, and spins around as the sound of a saxophone starts playing. The last thing you see is a playful wink from the gorgeous woman before an ample asset of tits covers your vision.

Fuck, you're not going to survive.

Your nose quite literally gets buried between her tits as the woman climbs onto you. You would pay to see your co-workers' faces right now. How would you ever face them at work again?

“Get it, Y/N!” you hear Maria call in the distance, and a shrill whistle follows. 

You smirk against the pair of tits in your face, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and her sweat, and simlply her. You let the stripper work her magic.

After a few more minutes of your paradise, she pulls away, skin flushed. 

You regard her with a darkened gaze, pulling out your wallet. You stuff a bill in the side of her thong, making sure to snap the fabric in the same spot as you had previously.

The woman's face flickers in recognition. She shakes her head, then dips her head down to whisper in your ear.

"11pm. Room 8. Private session. Don't be late."

Like it was planned, the music comes to an end. The redhead doesn't wait for your response before she gets off your lap, raising her arm in acknowledgement of the roaring cheers. Her hips sway as she walks away from you, and you don’t even pretend that your eyes are glued to her curves.

Money gets thrown onto the stage once again, all in hopes of earning a fraction of what you had just experienced. 

"Holy shit, Y/N, what was that?" Carol yells at you over the noise, slapping your back. You shrug plainly with a stupid smug smirk as Valkyrie whines in jealousy. 

Oh, you were so fucking ready for 11pm.

.

"A private, fuckin' session for Deputy Inspector Y/N fucking L/N. Who would'a thought," Carol slurs, banging a shot glass onto the round table.

You roll your eyes at Carol's dramatization. It wasn't as if your status as Commanding Officer steered women away from you – in fact, some of them were quite into it.

But for your prevalently horny friends who had women over just about every week, you were considered starved of sweet pussy and were in dire need of quenching that thirst.

So when you broke the news that the most sought-after stripper in the most famous strip club in Queens, had just offered you a private session, lo and behold the chaos that ensued.

"Shit, girl, I would get down on my knees for that lady. You are one lucky bastard," Valkyrie adds in, ruffling your hair as you grumble. 

"You'd get down on your knees for any woman, actually," Maria says, the usually composed woman more laid back in the environment of the strip club. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

Valkyrie lets out an aggrieved noise, sitting up to whack Maria's arm, but in her drunken state she misses and slaps Carol's drink out of her hands. 

"Oi!" The blonde cries out indignantly, looking at the drink that had splattered onto her clothing. 

Carol grabs Maria's martini out of her hands and throws it at Valkyrie in retaliation.

Before you know it, your three idiot friends have gotten temporarily suspended from the strip club for 'causing a ruckus'.

Just like that, and the clock ticks down to eleven o’clock.

.

It’s 11pm, and you're overly aware of your police badge at your belt and your gun in your holster.

Or at least, you were, until Natasha swung one leg across your lap and sat herself down with an unspoken grace, effectively sitting on your lap. In the privacy of the enclosed room, you unashamedly stare down at her cleavage, eyes several hues darker than they were before.

“See something you like?” Natasha asks breathily, running her hands over her full breasts, pushing them up to elicit a reaction from you.

The moving lights in the dark room cast shadows, and when you back look up with a sinful smirk and half-lidded eyes, Natasha swears she feels herself get wet.

All the air in your lungs dissipates when Natasha begins grinding on your thigh in beat to the music, hips moving skilfully in the sexiest fashion imaginable. 

Fuck, this woman was going to be your demise.

Your hands feel like they’re on fire as you watch her put on a show, simply aching to move and touch. Natasha trails her fingertips down your tensed arms, running over the curve of your biceps. She smirks at the goosebumps it raises, her hands dwelling to the edge of your pants.

Your breath catches as her fingers find the outline of your police badge tucked underneath your shirt. The Black Widow looks up at you, expression a no-tell. “You on duty?”

“Nope.”

“Is that why you’ve got a gun in your belt?”

“Nah, that one’s just for pretty girls like you,” you respond slowly, hands tentatively going to rest on her thighs. When the smirk reappears on the stripper's face, you relax and let your shoulders untense.

“If you say so, officer,” she comments huskily, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe. The shiver runs through your bones. 

You’re about to counter with a quick retort of your own before Natasha begins grinding on that bulge in your pants, treating your gun like it was a strap.

“Shit,” you say breathlessly, hands burning at being unable to touch. Behind your back, your nails were digging into your palms so hard you swore you had already drawn blood.

Fuck, it was torture. 

Her pretty moans and breathy whines ring in your ears as she moves her hips roughly, a torment to your demise.

After a while, you come to the realisation that you can feel how wet Natasha is through her undergarments, soaked from having just dry-humped your thigh.

“Fuck me,” she says, and your throat dries up. “What?” you ask, dazedly, still staring at her bouncing tits in front of your face.

“I said, fuck me,” Natasha repeats, head tilting to the side, halting all her movements so you would look at her.

You splutter. “But the sign said–”

“What can I say, officer, you wanna make me break the rules.”

That’s all the confirmation you need before your hands can finally touch her, finally, meeting and warm skin and sweat droplets and everything you’d ever wanted. 

You let out a huff of amusement as Natasha wraps her pretty lips around your fingers and sucks, making lewd noises with her tongue. Your ears burn, now, having been tainted with the beautiful symphony of this woman’s pleasure.

“You’re very naughty,” you comment, your other hand slipping under her top to reach her full breasts. Palming at the mounds in your hand, you face moves to the bare skin of her collarbone and begin kissing it.

“Don’t make marks,” Natasha says breathlessly, when you let your teeth nick the soft skin there, and there’s a pit of desire in your stomach that growls in frustration, but you know you have to respect her wishes and instead move your mouth down to her chest.

Natasha doesn’t remember when you slipped off her bra, but she isn’t complaining about your haste and instead throws her head back when your mouth latches onto her breasts.

“Mhm, that feels good,” she moans, weaving her fingers through your hair and scratching at your scalp. You hum in acknowledgement against her flushed skin, your tongue paying special attention to her hardened buds.

When both your hands move to the underside of her thighs and lift her up, Natasha lets out an embarrassing squeak at the sudden change of position. But as you lay her down on the sofa with your body weight pressing into hers, those whimpers turn into filthy moans.

You stall for a moment, hovering above her with your silver necklace dangling right above her face. She looks so pretty like this, her hair all splayed out, the sheen of sweat on her skin making her look tantalizing.

Natasha catches your swinging necklace between her teeth, winking seductively at you, and you’re snapped out of your moment, a laugh taking over.

“Have I told you that you’re incredibly bad?” you say, in between kisses scattered between her breasts, down her sternum and to her stomach. 

“You- you have,” Natasha replies with some difficulty, as your kisses get lower and lower. “Maybe you should punish me for it, officer;” 

She shuts up when you slowly spread open her thighs, revealing the dripping heat that is Natasha’s cunt. You maintain eye contact with her as you lower your mouth to her pussy, her lust-filled stare making your head spin.

When your tongue meets her cunt, it was game over.

“Fuck,” Natasha moans, already unable to continue looking at you in the eye, hands moving to grip the cushion of the sofa. Her thighs clamp around your head, and you’re suffocating, but in a way that feels so good you could die in bliss.

You lap at her dripping cunt like you were starving, like you would die without it. Natasha’s moans get louder. You move your mouth in rocking motions, pushing your tongue further in with each thrust. 

“More,” she gasps out, and you quicken your pace, fingertips digging bruises into her plush thighs. In retrospect, you don’t remember how long you stay there, ravenously eating her out like your life depended on it. 

When you feel her breathing get faster and more shallow, breathy little whines that get louder and louder, and you know she’s about to cum.

Instead of gently bringing her to a high, you internally say fuck it and decide that if this was the one chance you had, with the most sought-after stripper in Queens, you were going to make it an unforgettable one.

You move your mouth up to wrap your lips around her swollen, throbbing clit, and you suck on it, hard. In tandem with that, you easily slide two fingers in, curling them inside her to hit that sweet spot. Natasha positively screams, and you swear it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

Her orgasm floods the lower half of your face and your fingers, and the little mewls of your name Natasha lets out as she comes down from her high is one you’d always remember.

Finally, you emerge from between Natasha’s thighs. Slowly, you kiss up her stomach and her breasts, up the way you came down from, and you meet Natasha’s blissed out face.

You take a moment to take in her tousled hair, her swollen kissable-pink lips, her smudged makeup, her shallow gasps for air, and the pure lust in her eyes.

Just like that, and another jolt of arousal hits you. Before you can act on it, Natasha pulls you into a messy kiss, hot and sweaty.

“You look so fucking good-” Natasha says in between the frantic meeting of your mouths. “With my cum all over your jaw.” 

You bite back a growl at her words, wanting to let her know just how exactly good you can make her cum. Natasha catches your hand that slides down to her wet cunt, before bringing it up and placing a kiss on your fingertips. “Our time is up,” she whispers, nodding to the clock behind you that now reads 11.31pm. “One private session lasts 30 minutes.”

This woman was going to be the death of you.

You turn back to The Black Widow with dilated pupils, slowly reaching into your pocket for that leather Saint Laurent wallet, and the ghost of a smirk on your lips.

In the wee hours of twilight the next day, you leave the strip club with your wallet emptied, a searing cramp in your hand, and the memory of an unforgettable woman whose real name you hadn’t even known.

Boy, you had one hell of a story to tell your friends. 

i think i'm not gonna taglists anymore, sorry yall. there's just so many usernames and i have to constantly update it :(

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[dontsearchformyaccount]

Y/n : AHHHHHH HEEEELLLPPP. NO NO NO NO NO

Nat:*running in * What is it? Are you okay? What happened ?!

Y/N: i accidently deleted my tumblr Account !!

Nat: really ?! I thought you got shot or something.I was worried

Y/n: *starts crying *

Nat: oh malysh. Come here

*gives you a hug *

Nat: i'll ask Tony, if he can try to get it back from the cloud later

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[upon-a-starry-night]

Marvel Incorrect Quotes

*Y/n being interviewed*

Interviewer: So y/n, what makes you happy?

Y/n: Natasha

Interviewer: awee. okay- What makes you scared?

Y/n:... Natasha

Interviewer: oh? okay.. uhm. What turns you on?

Y/n:*sweating profusely*... N- Natasha

Interviewer: are you going to answer Natasha to every question

Y/n: *on the verge of tears* N- n-

interviewer: -No?

Y/n: *softly*  ᴺᵃᵗᵃˢʰᵃ

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[oneofstarkskids]

vulnerable

emo!wanda maximoff x reader

fluff

inspired by me sobbing over ttpd fr

summary: reader is listening to music and wanda wants to know what all the fuss is about

*not my gif*

wanda was trying to mind her own business, but as she walked past your room she heard a light sniffle.

not too loud, but just audible enough for her to become concerned. she stopped in her tracks and pressed her ear up against your door.

there it was again. the softest of shuttering sighs. wanda decided to knock. she called your name, a hint of worry evident in her tone.

you carefully opened the door. your tears had clearly been hurriedly wiped away and your eyelashes stuck together in places.

"yes?" you asked as you desperately hoped she couldn't hear your voice shaking.

wanda looked into your eyes for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. she hadn't planned this far ahead. "uh- are you alright?"

you let out an embarrassed chuckle, "yeah i'm fine."

wanda's brows knit together, "but you were crying."

you held up one of your airpods, "it was just this song i was listening to."

wanda tilted her head slightly in confusion. she'd never cried over a song before and she couldn't imagine how something as simple as music could make you feel this way.

when she didn't move, you assumed there was only one thing left to do, "do you wanna listen?"

wanda didn't know what exactly you were listening to, but she didn't care. she was always up to spend time with you. she nodded and let her expression soften a bit.

you handed the airpod to her and shut the door behind her as she made her way into your bedroom. you quickly swiped your phone out of your pocket, laid down on your bed, and hit unpause.

wanda tucked her hair behind her ear and listened to the music attentively. as she began to process the words, she turned to look at you. she pulled the device away from her ear, "why do you listen to this?"

"what do you mean?" you asked, slightly offended.

"it's so sad," wanda deadpanned.

you nodded slowly, "well...i guess it just kind of speaks to me in a way. does that make sense? like- i can't always find the words to describe how i feel, so these songs say it for me. it feels like someone seeing the most vulnerable part of your soul and validating your every thought."

you didn't even notice wanda was grinning until you were done talking. "what?" you laughed.

wanda caught her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head, "nothing."

you searched her face for a moment, trying to find answers, but you got nothing. so you decided to just close your eyes and feel the music.

a couple of minutes passed by and you felt wanda's soft fingers intertwine with your own. you were surprised and almost opened your eyes, but you were afraid it would ruin the moment and she'd pull her hand away.

instead, you just held on tightly to her as if you may never touch her again. and with her laying so close to you, and the sweetest melody ringing in your ears, you hoped and prayed that someday she might feel the same way you did.

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[miss---lu]

Morning Tea and Good News

You wake to the sunlight peaking in through the window. You stretch a little. Natasha stirs next to you in bed, but she doesn’t wake up.

You quietly get out of bed and make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Humming to yourself, you begin to make some tea. You add a little bit of raspberry to Natasha’s.

As the tea is steeping you decide to go get the mail. It’s an early morning so when you go out, it’s all quiet. There’s no sound coming from the other houses, everyone must still be asleep.

You walk briskly to the mailbox to retrieve the mail before returning to the warm indoors.

You flip through the letters noting bills and a couple magazines that Nat had ordered. You organize the pile and then grab the tea cups to head back up stairs.

When you enter the room again you smile when you see Natasha sitting upright in bed. There’s a huge smile on her face. She practically jumps on you, smothering your face in kisses.

You yelp in surprise causing her to laugh. She takes the cups from you and sets them on the night stand. Then she grabs your cheeks and brings your lips to hers.

She continues to kiss you, her smile pressing against your face. You pull back after a minute.

“Morning to you too Nat,” you chuckle, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. You look confused but then realize you had left the pregnancy test on the counter over night.

Joy suddenly fills you as you realize why she’s so happy. You bolt to the counter and look at the pregnancy test and see a plus sign.

You squeal happily and spin back around to kiss Natasha.

You had left it there last night while waiting for it show the results and must have fallen asleep.

Natasha hugs you close, “you did it baby”

Tears start to form in her eyes as she begins to lightly caress your stomach. “We’re going to be mamas”

You rest your hands over Natasha’s hands. “We’ve tried for so long, and now it’s actually happening!”

Natasha kneels down and presses a soft kiss to your naval. She looks up at you with joy “I love you so much, you and our baby”

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[fandomnerd9602]

Everyone tries practicing chest compressions on Y/N…

Webb: okay Julia your turn

Julia straddles Y/N’s hips and begins doing chest compressions…

Julia: I think it’s working

Y/N: Web, why are you using me as a test dummy?

Julia pushes down harder, causing her lift up and down briefly…

Web: because I know the future and I had to find some way to set you two up

Web laughs as Julia and Y/N both blush profusely..

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[ily-fictional-women]

Christmas Blues

Summary: Kate’s feeling down but Y/n is gonna do her best to fix that.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know

Word count: 1501

a/n: Just something for the Holiday season! (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

With it being the Christmas season Kate and Y/n agreed to have a small date night at Kate’s apartment watching a Christmas movie while cozying up together. Although during the movie the two sit beside each other one of Y/n’s hands on the back of Kate’s head playing with her hair. Typical Kate is one to talk throughout a movie this time she’s quiet, too quiet.

Turing just slightly Y/n looks over at Kate, there’s not even a slight grin on her face. Y/n moves her hand from the back of the girl's head down to the back of her neck, “Hey.” Kate snaps her attention at the sudden change, “Yeah?” Biting the inside of her cheek Y/n tries to find the right words for the moment, “Katie, are you okay? Where’s your head at?”

“What do you mean?” Kate shifts in her seat at the question. Y/n pauses the movie putting her full attention on Kate, “Look, I’ve known and loved you for a while. So I’d like to think I know when you’re stuck in your head. You don’t have to tell her anything but if you want to tell me I wanna know.”

Kate shrugs nervously, “I guess it’s just the Christmas season. Ever since the whole Fisk thing and the thing with my mom going away, it feels like the Holiday season is just a reminder of all the bad instead of the good.” Y/n starts lightly drawing shapes into the back of Kate's neck trying to think of any kind of solution, “Is it being in New York that’s a reminder of it or is it just a feeling in general?”

Kate rests a hand on Y/n’s thigh trying to distract herself from how she was feeling, “Probably a mix of both. But I think being her plays a big part in it. Why?” Y/n shakes her head nonchalantly, “Just trying to figure out how you’re feeling.” As the moment settles down and the movie’s unpaused Y/n interrupts again.

“Do you have any hot cocoa powder?” Kate’s brows furrow for a moment, “No. I don’t think so at least did you want some or something?” Y/n quickly gets up putting a coat on, “Yeah I was thinking of having some. I’ll go out and pick up enough for the both of us.” Both Kate and Lucky turn their heads as Y/n goes for the door. “Did you want me to come with you?” Y/n smiles shaking her head at the question, “No don’t worry. I want you to relax.”

Y/n was going out to get hot cocoa mix but there was also another plan. Making it out of the apartment building Y/n pulls out her phone calling the only person she knew could probably help. “Hey, Clint can we talk?”

There’s some murmurs in the background of the call but they slowly get quieter, “Hey, yeah, Y/n what’s up?”

“It’s Kate, Clint, I’m worried about her. She doesn’t seem like herself. She was talking about how all the Fisk stuff and her mom being locked up was getting to her. But she said it mostly tied to being in New York so I was wondering if we could come over for a little. Mostly so I could see if it would cheer her up.”

“I mean yeah that shouldn’t be a problem I’ma just ask Laura first.” For about two minutes Clint is obviously on mute leaving Y/n standing in the New York snow. The sudden loud background noise shocks Y/n from the cold though, “Okay, Laura said it’s alright. Are you guys gonna be here tomorrow or later?”

“Tomorrow works just fine I’ll get her to pack up tonight.” Right before Y/n’s about to hang up there’s some loud murmuring in the background before she hears Clint’s voice again, “Oh uh Lila said to to pack ugly sweaters. We’re having a contest and Nate is judging.”

“Will do Clint.”

//

Getting back to the apartment Y/n quickly brushes off the excess snow on her coat before hanging it up the small bag of hot cocoa powder in hand. Heating some milk Y/n flops on the couch with Kate, “Soooo. You’re gonna need to pack a bag.” Kate raises an eyebrow cracking a nervous grin, “Why do I need to pack a bag exactly?”

“We're going on a trip to get out of here. You’ll like it I promise.” The confidence in Y/n’s demeanor was just enough to convince Kate to go pack a bag. “Oh wait,” Y/n stops her before she can get too far. “You’re gonna need to pack an ugly sweater.”

//

DAY 1 Making it to the Barton home Kate has a tight grip on Lucky’s leash, or that it is until Clint opens the door to the house bolting in to play with the kids. “Hey, Clint.” Kate opens up her arms to a hug from the older man. Clint looks at the two of you up and down noticing the ugly sweaters. “I see you both dressed up for today.” He examines both sweaters closely, “No offense Y/n but Kate is definitely winning the ugly sweater contest today.”

Y/n looks at the man genuinely shocked, “How?! Mine has Shrek and you said Nate was judging.” Clint looks over at both sweaters again, “No yeah Kate definitely wins. The owl’s eyes are so beady it creeps me out.” Kate smirks to herself, “That’s not the worst of it.” Clicking a button on one of the sleeves of the sweater the eyes of the owl begin to light up.

Letting out the most dad laugh possible Clint looks back at Y/n’s sweater, “Y/n I bet $5 Nate will pick Kate's sweater over your's." Y/n puts out her hand shaking Clint's taking the offer, “You’re on old man. It'll be your Christmas gift to me." Ignoring the old man comment Clint invites the two in to begin the ugly sweater contest.

DAY 1 (NIGHT) Y/n scans the dark living room, “Where are the kids and Laura?” Kate readjusts the blanket she has wrapped around herself sitting in front of the fireplace. “They all went to bed, how was the whole wood-chopping thing with Clint?” Y/n tosses a fresh piece of wood into the fireplace, “Surprisingly boring. Did you guys do anything?”

“We mostly just played some small games Laura found online. But what I want right now is for you to sit with me.” Kate stretches out her arms like a kid wanting to be picked up. Sitting down with Kate Y/n admires the fire for a moment turning over to Kate. “Have you had fun so far?”

Kate’s gaze stays on the fire watching it crackle and burn, “Actually, yeah. I have. I still don’t think it’s fair you won the ugly Christmas sweater contest though.” Y/n fake coughs quietly murmuring, “Sore loser.” Kate quickly flops on top of Y/n with a playful smile, “What did you just say?”

Y/n looked around the room pretending to try and find the answer as she moved her hands to Kate’s hips to make sure she didn’t fall off the couch. “Hmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t say anything! I swear.” Kate leans in a little closer to Y/n’s face, “Really? Because I could have sworn you called me a sore loser.”

Y/n lets out a loud sarcastic gasp, “Me?! I would never!” Kate looks at her questioningly, “Really now?” Y/n smiles cockily, “Nope never! Now how about you lean in just a little bit closer and kiss me so we can go to bed?” Giggling into a kiss Kate agrees ending a blissful night.

DAY 3 (NIGHT) With yesterday being an almost full day of baking cookies everyone was still fairly tired, especially being tired of taking orders from Laura in the kitchen. Because of this, everyone agreed today would be the Christmas movie marathon. First, it started with some of the classics.

You had The Grinch, Home Alone, A Christmas Carol, and so much more. The best part was probably the kids' commentary though Kate especially found it funny that quote “Captain America looked so much like the boy from A Christmas Story”.

Throughout the night it was obvious Kate was becoming happier and happier, especially compared to how she had been feeling before the trip. It was hard for Y/n to not stare at Kate being happy again. It was like she could see a light through her smiles and laugh. A light she hadn’t seen in a while.

Kate leans over to Y/n still intently watching the movie, “Thank you for this trip. I love it. And I love you.” Y/n smiles softly, “I love you most.” This, this moment. It was the only Christmas gift Y/n needed.

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[wandas-lunchbox]

so sick of you (chapter 3)

series summary: you and natasha have ended your relationship due to her cheating on you. it's been 5 years now. what happens when you bump into her at a bar on your birthday?

warnings: some swearing, but otherwise none

a/n: omg guys i’m acc so sorry this took 2 whole years to write. we’re gonna pretend that never happened…. you may end up having to wait another 5 years for the next chapter

finally i was on the plane. it felt like it took forever. it was an overnight flight which was good because i could finally get some sleep. wanda like the rich ass she is got us business class so we were pretty comfortable throughout the plane journey.

a couple hours had past and we were still mid air, wanda and i were sat next to eachother and in the chair next to me was a fairly pretty woman. ok i lied she was gorgeous. her hair was brunette with waves, she wore these black rimmed glasses and her lips looked so beautiful. i dont know why i noticed her lips but i guess i just did.

oh well.

i decided to get up and strech my legs for a bit, i felt some cramps in my legs so i needed to walk. wanda was snoring next to me while when harry met sally was playing in the background. i took a photo of her for evidence later. i walk up and head to the bathroom. it was occupied.

i stood there for a good whole 5 minutes till i heard faint moans coming from the bathroom. what the fuck. why are people having sex in an airplane bathroom, thats the most disgusting thing ever. they needed to hurry up bc a girls got to piss.

the beautiful brunette girl walks up to me, or well i guess to the bathroom. i admire her face.

“are people seriously having sex in an airplane bathroom”

i laugh and continue to look at her.

“honestly, like i understand doing it in your seat but the bathroom? seriously? thats the dirtiest place on the whole plane,” i said

“she laughs, are you headed to italy or is it a stop before another flight?” she asks

“yeah i’m going to italy, a friend actually planned this as a birthday trip, what about you?”

“oh, i live in italy, sorry let me rephrase i am italian and i used to live there, just visiting some family” she says

“oh nice, you’ll have to tell me some of the great places to go”

“of course!” she smiles at me

suddenly the bathroom door opens and a lady and a man walk out. both of them fixing their hair snd their clothes.

“after you,” the brunette says

“wait, i never ended up getting your name”

“we still have a whole 2 hours left of this flight, don’t worry you’ll figure it out” she laughs

i lock the door and began to do my buiness. i look at myself and i think i’ve seen death. my hair was a mess, and eye bags darker than ever.

i fixed it as a quick as possible before returning to my seat.

i smile at the girl before she goes in. when i sit at my seat i slap wanda a couple times trying to tell her what happened just now. she just slaps me back harder and starts snoring.

this girl could cause an avalanche with her snoring.

suddenly the girl returns to her seat and we continue to converse as if nothing had stopped us before.

we spoke as if we had known eachother forever. maybe we did?

the flight started to come to an end but our conversation definitely didn’t.

“you got a number or something?”

“yeah here let me type it for you.

i type in my number and write “your plain gf ;)” misspelling plane.

she laughs and points it out. “guess you’re a basic girlfriend then”

i look at her confused, only for her to show me i misspelled plane. i laugh and blush akwardly.

when the plane lands it takes forever for me to wake up wanda. this bitch just wouldn’t wake up.

after what felt like 3 trillion years, i get her up and we start to get ready to leave the plane.

we were in italy…

a/n: omg finally chapter 3 is out

lmk if you want to be added to the taglist making a new one

new year new me 😜

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[amasterpieceofmadness]

How the Marvel women treat you on Valentines day

including Natasha Romanoff, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Gamora and Wanda Maximoff :)

masterlist

Natasha

Natasha is a huge softie. So, of course, she planned something for Valentines Day. Nothing big, but she still wants to spend some alone time with you on this day. Therefore, she managed to have the living room in the compound all for yourself, all the others either on their own dates or spending the evening in a different way. As you walk into the living room you find the couch littered in pillows and blankets, a few snacks and drinks on the table next to the couch. Nat smiles up at you “You like it?” Instead of answering you pull her into your embrace and kiss her softly. The both of you snuggle up on the couch together and put on some movie you two enjoy, feeding each other with the snacks occasionally.

Wanda

Wanda can be super romantic, so, Valentines Day is a very important day for her. She spent days planning a surprise for you and it turns out, you really are surprised. As you walk into your apartment you find a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers on the side table, a little note attached to them. For the love of my life. You smile widely and as you turn around Wanda already stands there impatiently. As she sees you like the flowers she can’t hold it anymore and hugs you tightly. “I’ve prepared dinner for us. Come” She leads you into the kitchen where it smells deliciously. She really put a lot of effort into it, setting up the table with fine tableware and candlelight. You two spend the evening enjoying the food she cooked, giggling and chatting.

Carol Danvers

Carol knows that you like all that romantic stuff, so, she wants to make this night romantic for you. As she asks where you want to spend the evening, you tell her at Pancho’s and so may it be. You two ate something there before getting a few drinks. And after another couple of drinks Carol feels in a good mood. So she gets up and puts some song on at the jukebox. You laugh as she comes dancing towards you, extending her hands for you to take. You shake you head but finally take her hands and she starts to dance around with you, singing along to the song. Exactly those small things make you fall in love with each other all over again.

Gamora

Gamora doesn’t like Valentines Day at all as you tell her about it. All this romantic and cheesy stuff, that’s just not her thing. Even though you understand it you are a bit upset as you hoped that you could at least spent some alone time together. Gamora seems to notice your disappointment and decides to surprise you with a little gesture. So, at Valentines Day you find a picture of you two together in a heart shaped picture frame at your bedside table. As you turn around to look at Gamora she is already awake and looking at you, whispering with a smirk “Don’t think I like Valentines Day. I just like you” You chuckle and peck her lips shortly before turning around and looking at the picture once again.

Valkyrie

Valkyrie has heard of Valentines Day before but she never really gave it a second thought. Well, until you showed up. She still doesn’t quite understand the concept of it, but she is willing to try out those Midgardian traditions. So, at Valentines Eve, she takes you out to a place where you can watch the sunset together. Just as you sit there, thinking it’s perfect, she pulls some drinks out of her bag with a huge smirk and hands you one. “Cheers, happy V-Day” She gives you a quick little kiss on your lips and you sip on your drinks while leaning against each other, and looking into the sky.

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[sytoran]

Could I request a Natasha x reader where R and Nat are driving home from a party but their car breaks down so they call someone to come help them fix it and while they’re waiting they fuck outside on the back of the car…strap on pls

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟏𝟎 — 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐗

kinktober day 010 | milf!natasha x fem!mechanic!reader

natasha's had a completely shit day, and the last straw is when her car breaks down on the way home. the unbelievably sexy mechanic who shows up to fix her car makes it an unforgettable night.

note. i might've changed the plot so R is the mechanic. trust me on that decision.

cont. strap-on use, daddy kink, horniness, hot mechanic stuff

word count. 3435 (yall are getting fed)

kinktober masterlist || main masterlist

In her weathered thirties, Natasha had retired as an Avenger and chose a life that had always been nothing more than a distant dream. 

By adopting two beautiful children and becoming a mother, it was almost like she was flipping off the Red Room for what they had done to her. It was an act of justice, a long sought-after victory, throwing away her past but embracing the lessons it had taught her.

However, despite how much the future she carved for herself had changed, one thing hadn’t — and that was the people who had been by her side throughout her journey to normalcy.

Kate, that human embodiment of a golden retriever, was all about ‘bringing the Avengers together, old and new’, and ‘forging stronger bonds in the pursuit of justice’. Hence came the monthly parties that involved the wealth of Bishop Security, too much alcohol, and one too many bad decisions.

For Natasha, the party had spun out of control like a series of unfortunate events: From the raspberry martini Thor had spilled on her, to the ripped dress from a stupid dare from Rocket to climb the fence, and the incredibly awkward seven minutes in heaven with Bruce. 

Right now, the ex-Avenger wanted nothing more than to dive under the warm blankets and close her eyes and shut the world out. Go home to her two bundles of joy. Be engulfed in the warmth of comfort and release. Maybe even let Liho sleep on the bed for once.

She needs to get back home a little faster. Natasha accelerates.

Her eyes are on the road, gripping the steering wheel with a steely frown. The road is dark, the lamps are flickering. There’s a thought lingering in the back of her mind, like an itch that simply wouldn’t go away.

It was embarrassing to admit, but Natasha had done far worse: She was unarguably sexually frustrated. After saving the universe and transitioning into a life of motherhood, she hardly had any time to alleviate her stress in that kind of way.

Today was one of those days, then, where she would once again have to retreat into the confines of her shower and spend a little longer than she should. Or perhaps, dive under the sheets and reach into her bedside table for that plastic purple toy.

Natasha steps on the pedal a little harder. She accelerates again – the engine splutters.

"Fuck, shit, don't do this to me now," she growls, angrily slapping her steering wheel while a frown creases her eyebrows. 

It only takes the car three more streetlamps to absolutely die out on her, coming to a screeching halt, in the dead of the night, in the middle of nowhere. Comically, the sound of something fusing inside her engine follows right after.

Natasha lets the groan of frustration fall freely, forehead hitting the centre of the steering wheel. The resounding sound of the car honking echoes in the emptiness of the place, like a mockery of Natasha’s misfortune.

She climbs out of the car reluctantly, slowly lifting the bonnet open and staring blankly at the mechanical parts before her. 

Natasha was a woman of many capabilities, those of which included being able to assassinate three grown men with a pencil, speak fifteen languages fluently, raise two kids with an attitude more stubborn than hers, save the fucking world, in fact, but fixing cars was not one of them.

Gradually, the car parts in the engine began to look more and more like ancient hieroglyphs that Natasha would spend a lifetime trying to decipher.

She pulls out her cell phone to call someone for assistance, before realizing that basically all of her friends were likely piss-drunk at that stupid party, and would never pick up. (Okay, she also didn’t have a social life other than her ex-comrades in battle, but could you really blame Natasha?)

As the redhead closed her eyes, irritation danced in the darkness of her vision, flickering in specks of white and then burning red. Natasha resigns to her doomed fate.

Calling up the roadside assistance services would mean spending an insanely long amount of time waiting, then having her car towed to the auto-repair shop, henceforth allowing the mechanics there to actually fix up her car, and by the time she retreated into the warmth of her bedroom at home it would very much be far past midnight.

Pulling out her phone with a stately reluctance, Natasha searches up the nearest available mechanic services, dials in the designated number, and begins her wait for comfort and satisfaction.

***

If Natasha previously had any qualms or complaints about waiting for roadside assistance, her mouth was now sealed shut with lock and key. In fact, she would much rather let the mechanic that just arrived assist her in several other ways.

“Sorry for the wait, Ma’am, we were almost about to close shop,” you say, climbing out of the pickup truck then jumping down. 

You flick your hair out of your eyes and send a bright smile to your last client of the day, seemingly oblivious to the effect you had on the woman. “I’m Y/N, happy to be at your service.”

Now, Natasha certainly had her own suspicions that she wasn’t entirely straight, but those queries had been confirmed within a good five seconds.

It was too cliche to be real, almost. Natasha swallows as her eyes rake over your tight-fitting white tank top that showed off the most stunning bodily anatomy she had ever seen, each muscle carved from a meticulous sculptor, dirtied cargo pants hanging loose to reveal the band of a pair of black boxers. 

“Ma’am?” you repeat, lifting up a heavy toolbox with one hand, failing to notice that Natasha’s gaze is glued on to the flexed muscles of your right arm.

“O-oh,” the ex-Avenger mumbles in embarrassment – Oh, Yelena would cackle to see her like this – “Sorry, what was your question?”

You only tilt your head and give her a polite smile. “I was asking what seems to be the issue with your car.” 

Natasha nods vigorously, then walks stiffly towards her car. Her clammy hands struggle to lift the bonnet for a moment, and in a second you’re next to her, single-handedly lifting the cover with a thoughtful smile.

Natasha feels the heat rush to her cheeks and she looks away quickly. She was acting like a lovesick high school girl, for God’s sakes. Get it together, she chides. 

When she looks back up again, you have a wrench in hand, twirling it around. Natasha has her eyes glued to your tattoos and the way your fingers spin the tool.

“I’ll loosen this up a bit, see what we’re dealing with.” You say, fastening the wrench into place. Natasha barely has time to nod her acknowledgement before her breath gets stolen from her again.

The muscle of your forearm ripples like a satisfying wave when you jerk the wrench, and Natasha’s breath gets stolen away by the wind. She watches as your fingers expertly wrap around the tool, your other hand gripping the front of the car, and your next effort has Natasha getting wetter in places she shouldn’t.

“I think this part needs to be oiled,” you say, your even voice hauling Natasha out of her erotic fantasy. You look at your client curiously, innocently gesturing towards the toolbox next to her feet. “Would you be an angel and hand me the oiler?”

Angel.

Natasha’s heart races as she bends down to pick up your toolbox. (Okay, she definitely bends down a little too far, but she feels your eyes glued onto her ass, and she considers that a victory.) When she hands you the toolbox, your fingertips graze over her hand, and Natasha’s breath hitches a little too obviously.

By some holy deity’s work, you don’t comment or react to her squeak of surprise, and instead begin oiling up the engine of the car. Natasha flushes a dark red. Your grasp had been calloused, because of course it would be, experienced with handling cars and being rough—

The electricity that had run through her veins from that second of contact was comparable to Thor’s Mjolnir.

You have a little mishap when pouring the oil, the tube sliding in your grasp, and the car oil squirts from the nozzle and onto your front. You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassment tinging the tips of your ears.

Natasha thinks it’s the sweetest sound she’s ever heard, heart fluttering at your awkwardness. Once again, her libido catches up to her, and then Natasha’s eyeing your slick fingers (imagining it was a different type of slick), and the way your dampened shirt clung to your taut muscles.

Maybe you were doing it on purpose, too, facing Natasha as you lift up the hem of your shirt to squeeze out the oil. Her eyes feast on the hint of bare skin she can see, a defined V-line making itself known. 

“You don’t mind me working like this, I suppose?” you ask, a grin on your face. “I may look filthy, but I promise I’m excellent with my hands.”

“Show me, then,” Natasha replies loftily, almost second-nature with how the one-sided smirk creeps on to her face. Her skill of seduction was something that was ingrained into her bloodstream.

When you lay down onto the under-car roller and shift underneath the car to begin fixing it up, Natasha’s gaze darkens several hues and she lets her eyes roam over your body again.

She couldn’t tear her eyes off if she tried. She wanted to rake her nails over your taut muscles, watch them flex and ripple under her touch, hook her fingers in the belt-loop of your pants and tug it down—

—to see the unmistakable bulge on a strap-on in your boxers. Natasha licks her lips, zeroing in on the tantalizing sight. It looked big, even while hidden under the confines of your pants. She would take you so good, down her throat or up her cunt, until either of you orgasmed. 

Natasha gets lost in her thoughts, nearly drooling as she watched you work. Your tank top moved with every thrust of your arm into unscrewing a certain mechanical part, and the grease slid down the veins of your hands. 

The redhead has to sink her teeth into her bottom lip when you spread your legs for a more comfortable position, to stop herself from moaning out load. 

Natasha’s got it down bad, eyes once again on your bulge. Her panties are soaked, already, lewd thoughts flitting through her mind with every passing minute that you’re under there.

On the other hand, you were fighting a very different battle.

You weren’t stupid, no, not on any accounts. (Except for dating that one girlfriend who’d lit your auto-repair shop on fire when you broke up with her. But we don’t talk about past mistakes.) Right now, the woman you were attending to was none other than Natasha Romanoff.

Yes, the woman who had saved the universe. The woman who’d inspired you to say ‘fuck everyone else’ and chase your dreams. The woman on TV you’d spent more than a few nights thinking of, your hand in places you’d rather not specify.

More than that, you were quite sure that this woman, in a ripped dress that fucked your mind in ways it shouldn’t, wanted you to fuck her instead.

It was an uphill battle, your rationality versus your pathetic pretty-girl-want-to-fuck instinct. As you lay under Natasha’s car, working on the mechanical parts up there and getting grease all over your hands, you contemplated the reasons why logic was important.

Number One: Natasha Romanoff was an Avenger. If you pushed yourself onto her, she could very much knock you out before you could say ‘sorry’. As much as you prided yourself on your physique and brute force, you weren’t about to take on an ex-widow in a fight.

You look down for one second, as said woman steps a little closer to you, and you have to swallow to bite back an embarrassing sound. One of her hands was resting on your knee while you worked, and it took every cell of your existence not to start spasming under her touch.

Number Two: It was a violation of workplace guidelines. As much as the pay was shitty, you wouldn’t want to lose your job. You still had rent to pay, and you couldn’t keep hiding from your stick-in-the-ass landlord.

“Oh, that looks dirty,” Natasha comments, tone sultry as her hand creeps up higher on your leg. Your breath catches in your throat, grease staining your white shirt while your eyes quite nearly glaze over. 

I can show you dirty, your brain unhelpfully supplies, and you shake your head in a futile attempt to clear your head. 

Natasha, undetered, leans forward, chest grazing over your torso, the soft flesh of her breasts against your abdomen making your head spin.

Fuck, you just wanted to rip off her pretty dress and— Number Three: You were in public. Having sexual intercourse with your client right here and right now would likely end in a police report for vouyerism. Dingy apartment be gone, for you would be sleeping in a jail cell.

“M’kay, I’m done,” you announce, slapping the underside of the car as a sign of accomplishment. You purposefully slide out from under the car in one swift motion, allowing Natasha’s hand to graze over your muscled thigh.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you when you looked up, though.

There Natasha Romanoff leant over your body, one hand inches away from the bulge in your pants, the other tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She was leaning forward, exposing a cleavage that hung right above your torso, dark eyes surveying you.

Fuck, dark couldn’t even begin to describe it. Natasha’s gaze was like an icy blast and molten lava all at the same time: Her pupils were severely dilated, a spark dancing within it. The deep colours of her eyes were like a kaleidoscope, pulling you in, entrapping you in a haze of lust. 

It was entirely wanton, arousing, filthy. Her ruby-red lips curved into a vulture-like smirk, gaze trailing downwards to your body. Everywhere her eyes rested on lit a path of hellfire. Those sinful hands crept on to your bulge, splaying over your false cock as you exhale shakily.

Number Four: Natasha Romanoff was looking at you like you were a full banquet service, all five courses, free of charge, complimentary champagne included. 

And honestly, was there really anything more important than that?

“Thanks for your help,” Natasha murmmurs, physically climbing onto you as you laid on the under-car roller. “Let me repay that kindness.”

You let out a strangled groan as Natasha pushes herself down onto you and kisses you, her hands sliding under your shirt to scrape at your abdomen. 

Oh, finally.

“Fuck,” you gasp against her eager lips, hands flying to palm at her ass as you deepen the kiss. Your brain hasn’t quite caught up to yet, the only you were registering being the sweet mouth you were exploring and the intoxicating flowery scent of Natasha’s perfume.

Your hand cinches around Natasha’s neck like a vice-grip, your tongue invading the confines of her mouth, the rocking motions of your meeting mouths drawing long gasps and whines from Natasha.

Her hands, on the contrary, are relentless: From the sides of your face to your washboard abdomen, sharp nails marking you as if you’re hers. 

Having relinquished your power for long enough, you grab handfuls of Natasha’s ass and lift her up; You get up, too, a mess of entangled limbs as you throw her over your shoulder, kicking away the roller and moving to the bed of your pickup truck.

Natasha’s left dripping at your display of effortless strength. You hoist the two of you up onto the pickup truck, paradoxically carefully laying her down, and you stall for a moment.

“We’re so gonna get caught,” Natasha whispers with a stupid grin on her face.

She looks up at you with a breathtaking smile, twilight reflecting off her eyes, dancing in the atmosphere that surrounded the two of you. 

The pair of you were completely exposed to the midnight air, in the middle of nowhere, but if anyone were to drive past it would be blatantly obvious what was happening.

You smirk, tugging her dress off with an assured confidence. “Maybe,” you reason, thumbing at one of Natasha’s nipples so she arches off the surface with a breathy gasp. “Or maybe not,” you continue, a big hand sliding under Natasha’s lithe body to undo the clasp of her bra and toss it somewhere.

“Y/N!” Natasha squeaks, as your greedy hands massage the mounds of her breasts. “Did you throw my bra onto the road?”

You hum your approval cheekily, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from the swell of her breasts and down to her soiled. “Yes, angel. I’ll pick it up later, bring it home with me to jerk off–”

“Oh my god—”

“Yeah, and I’ll— oh fuck, angel, your panties are fucking soaked. Not so innocent, hm?” You question with a dark smile, two fingers running over the outside of her undergarment, arousal sticking to your fingers.

You watch as the older woman before you flushes from head to toe. Strings of slick cling to your thick fingers, and you suck on them as Natasha moans lewdly. 

“I’ll let you taste it later, don’t worry,” you add helpfully, shucking down your own pants and boxers. The strap-on springs out, and Natasha’s drooly lips open to push out a shaky breath of arousal.

“Daddy,” Natasha says, instinctually, at the sight of your gloried muscles and the ivory strap that hung between your legs like it was made to do so.

Your grip on Natasha’s hips bruise, the term nothing new to you but so entirely different when it came from Natasha fucking Romanoff. The sense of pride that washed over you was nothing compared to the carnal desire to fill her up and make her scream your name.

“Oh God!” Natasha wails out, fingernails digging into your forearms as you slide the head of your cock inside her. It wasn’t the longest, but it was girthy, and Natasha’s hole was stretched out as you pushed slowly.

“Not God,” you pant into Natasha’s ear, slapping her ass as she cries out loud. “Daddy, hm?”

“Yes!” Natasha moans, legs wrapping around your huge muscled back as you begin to thrust. Her hands try to interlock behind your back for support, but your shoulderblades are so wide that she can’t even fully wrap her hands around it, and that fact leaves her even hornier than before.

You’ve got Natahsa pinned to the ground under your body, pounding so hard that the whole truck shakes. The grease from your clothes goes all over, slick and sweat coating the two of you, pleasured cries and low grunts emanating from the pickup truck.

The squelching sounds of her pussy are absolutely filthy, as you pound into her spongy spot like your life depended on it. 

“There, please!” Natasha wails, helplessly clinging on to your back as you bring her to a ferocious orgasm. Her legs kick under you, hook around the side of the truck as you jackhammer your hips into her pussy.

“Almost there already, angel?” You ask heatedly, mouth working on marking up her tits. One of your hands had both of Natasha’s wrist above her head, and the other was on her hips for support as you thrusted into her.

Your response comes in an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Daddy!” Natasha moans out, filthy and drenched with desire. Her pleasured cry is so loud that it scares a flock of birds out of a nearby tree, and you flinch violently at the sudden sound of nature’s rustling leaves, like you forgot you were in public.

Natasha breaks out into a laugh at the absurdity of the situation, then moans again when another wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over her. That causes you to join in on the laughter, your cock jostling inside Natasha. She whines again, and you pepper kisses over Natasha’s sweaty forehead with nothing short of amused affection.

And that’s how the two of you end up entangled on the back of your pickup truck like lovesick fools, a mesh of sweaty and slick bodies, sounds of pleasure and laughter scaring away any other creature that might disrupt Natasha’s sought-after comfort and satisfaction.

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Pov: its your first birthday with Nat

Theres a knock at the door . As you open it Natasha stands there, flowers in one hand and a cake in the other .

Y/n: Nat!

Nat: Happy birthday darling

Y/n: Omg I- is this all for me ?

You take the flowers from her ,admiring them .

Y/n : they are beautiful

You step aside and let Nat enter your apartment.

While you get a vase for the flowers , Nat gets a plate from your kitchen and cuts the cake in small pieces .As you come back ,there she stands .Slice of cake in hand smiling at you .

She even lit a little candle on top of the slice .

Nat: make a wish my love

You blow out the candle grinning at Nat

Best birthday ever .

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Love Favors The Misfortunate

Natasha Romanoff x Gender-Neutral Reader

Natasha Masterlist Main Masterlist

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Minor Violence

Summary: Misfortune always seems to follow you no matter what you do. But where there’s trouble, Nat often follows, maybe love was on your side after all?

Disclaimer: This was part of a writing exercise I did so it’s kind of silly and unedited but enjoy!

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Somehow you always managed to wind up in the worst situations that Earth could possibly experience. You wondered if you were just cursed or something considering last week you were present for not one but two bank robberies. 

Maybe that was just the life of a delivery driver?

You hoped the lady behind the bank counters Caesar salad tasted better after death threats and salty tears of desperation.

This time, however, in the middle of checking the GPS during a stoplight, the sound of screams alerts you to the number of people ditching their cars and running past your motorcycle in fear.

Looking up you see the giant rip in Earth's atmosphere, monster-looking creatures spilling out of the hole. 

Oh, Good.

You immediately kick your motorcycle into gear, walking the bike through the crowds of people until you can manage to make a U-turn and speed off, weaving your way through the panic.

You spare a few glances into your mirrors as more flying monsters spill out of the sky and it's during one of these glances that you fail to notice the giant alien who has just landed in the street a few feet ahead of you. By the time you notice him you only have enough time to attempt a full stop which results in your bike sliding from under you and skidding across the pavement. Ouch.

Much to your luck, however, the bike collides directly with the monster and sends it straight into its own spear. A weird purple liquid oozing slowly from underneath the unconscious body. 

You frown, it was going to cost a pretty penny to get your bike fixed if it was even salvageable and now you definitely weren’t getting paid for the hamburger and fries that were probably still warm in your delivery bag.

Maybe you could see if french fries taste better after near-death and motorcycle debt.

Wincing, you feel your arms already bruising and your jeans have ripped through to your thigh, you're not bleeding as much as you probably should be from that slide but it still hurts like hell. Thank god you were wearing all your safety equipment.

A hand is extended out to you and you graciously take it, looking up to meet eyes with the prettiest redhead you’ve ever seen. She’s giving you an impressed smile and you feel like you could melt right then and there. Although that might also be from the burning pain in your leg. 

You probably need to find a hospital. Or maybe you were dead and this was an angel.

You always figured they’d look like the horrendous abomination of eyes and wings that they were described as, not as pretty redheads with striking green eyes but you weren’t complaining.

“That was a good move” There are still people running past you screaming but it feels like time stops when she speaks to you. 

“Yep. that was definitely something I did on purpose” Drumming your fingers on your thighs you watch her chuckle and give you a look that tells you she knows you did not, in fact, do that on purpose.

You glance between your bike and the woman in front of you, screaming civilians making the moment almost comical. You felt like you were in some kind of rom-com apocalypse.

Despite it being the last thing you should probably do, you extend your hand out to her and tell her your name. She gives you a very amused look and you shrug your shoulders as if to say ‘Why not? We’re here aren’t we?’ 

She chuckles again as she takes your hand, introducing herself.

Natasha. Derived from the Russian name Anastasia, which means resurrection. Maybe she was an angel. Damn.

Natasha nods her head in the direction of the crowd and smirks “Shouldn’t you be joining them?” You shrug. “Unless you know more moves like that?” She gestures toward your beat-up bike and you shake your head

“No. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered the art of more than one motorcycle trick yet” Not that you could get that thing to start back up again after that anyway.

She shakes her head with a laugh, glancing over her shoulder at the mess the city is becoming before turning back to you. “ Well I guess until you learn you should probably get running”

You nod, a little dejected, your calmness in relativity to the situation was likely the result of a concussion but you weren’t worried. Unless Nat was not real, in that case, you should be worried. Very Worried.

“Will we meet again?” it’s cliche and you immediately feel like a protagonist in a Disney movie but it’s a genuine question.

She smirks and looks around at the city again, gesturing to the absolute clusterfuck that New York had become “For your sake, I hope we don't” 

You know she doesn’t mean anything bad by it and it’s your turn to smirk when you say “Knowing my luck, we will” You hope she finds herself near a few banks in the upcoming months…

She smiles at you and nods her head in the direction of the crowd and you understand what she’s trying to tell you. With one final wave and a small “good luck” you run in the direction of your fellow New Yorkers, occasionally glancing back to see her running in the direction of the main battle.

You didn't know who she was but Damn did you want to. 

~~~

The next time you find yourself in a particularly unfavorable situation is not for months later. Minus that one time you witnessed two old ladies get mugged and that time you almost got hit by an ice-cream truck. But you got free ice cream from the second one so you weren't counting it.

You’d taken up a job in a small pizza place to pay for your bike repairs. It didn’t pay much but you didn’t have that many options after New York got attacked by aliens and half the businesses were destroyed or temporarily shut down. This is one of the few places still open which means on Friday nights you were busy as hell.

It was not a Friday night. It was a Tuesday afternoon and your coworker who was supposed to be on shift with you called out sick which meant you were manning the shop by yourself. Your stupid coworker was probably just off cheating on his girlfriend again but you didn’t care because the shop was empty which meant you could play games on your phone without his judgmental stare.

You’re struggling through level 5 of Candy Crush when the sound of breaking glass comes from the front of the shop and you sigh. You would be surprised but it was New York, more specifically it was your life in New York.

What you are surprised by, however, is the sight of familiar red hair covered in glass in the entryway, and you really want to rub your eyes with the squeaking sound effect like in the cartoons but the amount of microfibers that just got released into the air would suggest not doing that.

“Well well well” You realize you sound more like a supervillain than you intended and you freeze when she stands and sharply turns in your direction, gun pointed directly at you. You throw your hands up in surrender immediately. Goddamn supervillain catchphrases always making pretty girls turn their guns on you.

When she seems to recognize you she relaxes only for a man to jump through the already broken glass window and tackle her to the ground again. You want to help but considering you still haven't learned any more motorcycle tricks(or any tricks in general) you figure you would probably be useless.

You watch helplessly as she disarms and renders the guy unconscious in a matter of seconds and then stands and dusts herself off. The guy on the ground looks like some old-timey variation of Hitler and you're pretty glad she knocked him unconscious before he could even notice you. 

You focus back on Nat who's looking at you like a wounded animal that could run away at any moment and It’s then that you realize that most people are not quite used to these kinds of situations. Clearly, you weren’t like most people. You point to the body in a trenchcoat on the ground as you crinkle your nose

“Are you taking that guy with you when you leave?” She huffs out a laugh and you feel yourself smile at successfully getting her to laugh again.

You, one.

Hitlerman, zero.

At least you were winning one game. Stupid Candy Crush.

She looks around the shabby pizza place and then zones in on your nametag, only them seeming to realize you worked there. She tilts her head, nodding to your flimsy little name pinned to your T-shirt. 

“Why are you working here? Where’s the bike?” You sigh, you knew the question was coming but it’s still a sore subject for you. You internally punch a wall but on the outside, you frown just a little. It’s the saddest expression Nat’s seen on your face so far.

“She’s in the shop. Repairs are taking longer than I thought and now I’m forced to conform to my least favorite type of work just to get her back” Nat gives an understanding nod and then cringes a little, walking towards you until she’s right in front of you. She places a hand on your head and you inhale sharply.

A small frown forms on Nat’s face “You’re bleeding” 

The feeling of her hand on your face confirms that she’s not an angel or a figment of your imagination and you don’t realize you’ve voiced that thought out loud until you hear Nat barking out a laugh.

“I’m flattered but, well-” She glances up, then behind her, then back towards you “I wouldn’t be so sure just yet” She smirks and removes her hand just as a ceiling panel falls from the roof. Dust flies into the air and you cover your face to avoid getting more shit in your eyes.

When the room finally settles Natasha is nowhere in sight but there’s a Captain America band-aid on the serving counter and you feel a small smile across your face. What a dramatic exit. Now who was the supervillain?

You take great notice of the fact that Hitlerman is also gone and you wonder how the fuck she managed to do that. But more importantly, you hoped this wasn’t coming out of your paycheck.

~~~

You can’t emphasize enough to most people how much you’re not even trying to be in the situations you get caught in. In fact, the one time you stayed home for a week you ended up catching the Flu. How the hell do you catch the flu from staying home? After that, you just accepted that you were a magnet for misfortune and there was nothing you could do about it.

Although, after meeting Nat you found yourself a little excited anytime something misfortunate happened and that was probably psychotic and you should definitely check yourself into a psych ward but you’d probably end up choking on a crayon and getting deemed a risk to those around you so what was the use?

Still, of all the robberies you’d been a witness to you’d never been a part of a hostage situation. Until now. Stupid Banks! 

Usually, you’d assume that the police would handle a situation like this and you’d be stuck in this bank for hours until someone grew a dick and negotiated something but this time circumstances were a little different. To start, the guy who was currently robbing the bank was holding some type of gun that was the equivalent of real-life freeze tag. 

Anyone who got zapped by the oddly blue glowing gun was frozen in place, which led you to problem number two. 

The police had shown up nearly half an hour ago and someone must not have briefed them on this wacko holding you hostage because the second one of them snuck in the back door with a gun he was frozen in place looking like the idiot that he probably was. 

You would attempt to grab his gun but you didn’t feel like doing that shit. Who were you to risk your life and try to be a hero for some money that this poor fellow probably needed considering New York's rent cost.

Maybe if the stupid fucker hadn’t frozen the one lady who knew the code to the very comically large bank safe he wouldn’t be stuck making stupid negotiations and holding people hostage.

Instead, you settled against a wall near a bunch of crying civilians and attempted once again to beat level 10 of Candy Crush. You give up after ten minutes and delete the app. Really you were just trying to kill the time until you-know-who showed up.

She and her band of merry men had grown a reputation for taking care of situations that the regular authorities couldn’t and that’s why you weren’t the least bit surprised when the room began to fill with a cloudy white smoke.

Others began panicking, fearing that it was some sort of poisonous gas and you rolled your eyes. This was not poisonous gas, you’d seen poisonous gas and this was not it. 

This was a very dramatic entrance formulated by your absolute favorite redhead. God, you felt like you were in a spy movie. Any second now you’d see a faint figure slowly descending from the ceiling in all black with a gas mask on and spy music would start playing.

Any second now.

Aaaaaany second now- 

A scream from beside you makes you jolt and you find the sobbing woman next to you with a hand over her mouth. A gruff-looking man is telling her to keep quiet and your eyes widen for a second as you think ‘Oh shit. Double robbery.’ But from behind the gruff-looking man walks a familiar figure and she pats him on the shoulder as she passes him. 

You squint your eyes, what an oddly metal-looking shoulder. Perhaps you were hallucinating. Stress and all that.

By this point, enough white smoke has filled the room that the bank robber is wildly swinging around in fear as he squints to see. He’s probably more on edge after that woman's scream as well. Yeeeeah more of a horror movie than a spy movie now. 

The reason you can see everyone so well is due to your superior eyesight and definitely not the science lab goggles that you had in your bag for no suspicious reasons. Hey, you had to be prepared for literally anything considering your luck.

Nat’s wearing some kind of night vision-looking goggles and a mask and when she passes you you poke her leg. She jumps a little, glaring at you until she seems to recognize you despite your flawless Lab Scientist disguise and her eyes widen. Her eyes seem to scream ‘What are you doing here’ but you feel it’s too obvious of a question to bother answering. 

Instead, you give her the biggest smile you can muster and a friendly wave, mouthing “Hiiii Nat!” 

She rolls her eyes but you can see the smile she’s hiding under her mask and you mentally fist pump. Three for three.

You point to the man wielding the gun and mouth to her “Go! Team go!” 

She shakes her head, exasperated by your lack of fear and self-preservation but holds her finger up to her mouth telling you to be silent as she turns to sneak up on the man. 

Your body does so love disobeying orders though, so it chooses that moment to sneeze, which has the man pointing the gun in your direction (not that he can see as his eyes are practically watering now) and Nat turns to you with a glare.

You raise your hands up in surrender and in an attempt to help, you throw the nearest object on the floor across the room. Oh, that was your phone- well, okay. Either way, it helps, the man swings back in that direction, blasting his gun in the air and Nat takes the moment to attack him from behind. 

She disarms him easily, taking him to the ground and placing him in handcuffs. She inspects the device carefully, flipping a switch and aiming it at the closest frozen person. With a bolt of light, they unfreeze and gasp for breath. Good, at least the idiot had created some sort of Ctrl-Shift Undo button.

You're part of the first few escorted out of the building considering you weren’t frozen or in hysterics and the paramedics look at you a little funny but wrap a shock blanket around your shoulders.

Yes, shock. That's what you were experiencing. Normal people things. You twist back and forth and watch the shock blanket sway as you wait for Nat to be done with her serious business. God, serious business was boring and took forever.

When she finally emerges from the building she ignores the press and police that come up to talk to her and heads straight for you. Ha! Eat shit losers.

She doesn’t bother with formalities, why would she? It's you. Instead, she hands you a small black box as she takes in the shock blanket you’ve tied around your neck to look like a cape.

“Here’s your phone” You take the object from her hands and inspect it.

Oh wow, No cracks, that's great. Wait- “This is not my phone” You turn it over and inspect the Stark logo on the back of it. Yeeeeah definitely not yours.

“No, it’s not” She doesn't bother lying to you at least, and you hum in acknowledgment. Well, you weren’t one to pass up a free upgrade. You pocket the phone and stick your hands in your front pockets, flashing her a smile

“So… you come around here often?” She rolls her eyes at your stupid attempt at a joke. Or flirting. Either one works.

“How do you keep ending up in these situations?”

It’s your turn to smirk “Maybe it’s just an excuse to see you?” 

She gives you a look that says ‘It better not be’ and you just shrug, your shock blanket falling to the ground. Fucker. Making you look uncool. You refuse to bend down and pick it up. Recovery blankets were for losers anyway.

Still, she smiles at you anyway and crosses her arms “I’m beginning to think the only way to keep you safe is to keep you with me”

Your heart leaps but you pretend to be nonchalant. You're only blushing because of shock or whatever. Play it cool “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea” A stupid smile forces its way onto your face despite your best attempts to repress it and Nat laughs at your stubbornness.

“But first I think we’ve got to teach you some self-defense” She nods her head indicating for you to follow her and you both begin walking in step to an unmarked black car. 

Kidnapper car.

Cameras are flashing around you and you think about how cool you’ll look with Lab goggles atop your head and white smoke in your hair on the news tomorrow morning. The media was going to love you.

Turning to Nat on your way to the car, you have a question that’s been itching at you that you feel the need to ask 

“Do you think your sugar daddy can help me fix my bike?”

She punches you in the arm.

A/n: This was initially a writing exercise to write the silliest short story I could think of, but I thought it was cute so I decided to post it~ Starry

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Can you do G!P Dom Maria Hill x Sun Reader

I don't really mind what it's about I just need some Dom Maria Hill 🙏

Caught

Pairings: Maria Hill x reader

Word count: 1599

Warnings: jealousy, smut, Maria has a dick, breeding kink, daddy kink, begging, praise, degrading, no protection, possessiveness, marking, masturbating, exhibition kink, voyeriusm kink, fluff, small angst

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Maria watched with arms crossed and eyes filled with rage as one of the new recruits shamelessly flirted with you. She had told you to give her a minute so she could pack up her things before you would both head home but the woman had stopped you, pulling you aside and leaving your girlfriend to notice when she returned.

You knew Maria was a jealous, nearly possessive type but you truly didn’t realize she had been flirting with you. She hated how oblivious you were, how someone could go up to you and tell you they’re in love with you but you’d still believe they were just being friendly.

Maria was done watching as she subtly brushed her hand against your waist and looked down at you biting her lip, clearly taking advantage of your innocent nature.

“You ready to go, babe?” You turned your attention to the woman behind you, cowering down almost instantly when seeing the look you knew all too well. The agent looked between the two of you before widening her eyes in shock. She said a rushed goodbye before speed-walking away in embarrassment.

“What was that?”

“Maria, all she did was ask for some tips on how to do the correct form you were teaching today. Nothing was going on between us, okay?”

“Yeah, sure didn’t look like nothing.” You sighed and followed her out the door, smiling at the receptionist who waved your way.

The car ride was filled with an awkward silence, Maria gripping the steering wheel with a deadly hold that made you gulp in fear. You knew what was to come, and you were ready by the time you got home.

“When I go upstairs I expect to see you bent over and naked waiting for me, got that?” You nodded and entered your bedroom quickly. She went to the kitchen, grabbing the jar of whiskey and taking a whisk, feeling the strong liquid burn her throat as it went down.

Back in the room you had already done what she said and sat impatiently as you waited for her arrival. The thought of what was to come had taken over your mind since she dragged you out of there. You knew she wasn’t mad at you but at the trainee for putting their hands on you. Was it not obvious to everyone that you were hers? She was always touching you and kissing you, it got to the point where Fury scolded her for her actions, but that never stopped her.

You clenched your thighs together at the memories. Whenever she had placed her hands on your bottom at work, teasing you while so many others could’ve seen. When she had you sit under the desk and suck her off until she was satisfied, not even stopping when someone had entered, you hoped they never knew of your existence after that.

Slowly, your wandering hands found their way down your thighs and to your wet core that was begging to be touched. You let out a shaky breath as you circled your clit gently, picturing it was Maria’s fingers instead of yours. You knew of her no-touching rule, but you couldn’t stop now, it felt too good.

“Fuck, Maria- please!”

“Please what, love?” Your hand quickly retracted back as your eyes went wide, your mind trying to come up with something to say but falling short.

“Oh, now you’re all shy? What about when you were just fucking yourself for me to watch, hm?” She moved closer to you, towering over your fragile frame and placing her hands on your sides, rubbing up and down and biting her lip as she took in your body. You were completely bare for her, just like she had asked.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t stop now, I know you want it.” She grasped your hand in hers, moving yours back to its original place. You looked down where she was guiding your fingers in the right spot. You could hear her shudder as you let out a whimper, eyeing her down with a loopy, pleading look that drove her crazy.

“That’s it, right there. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it feels so fucking good, daddy.” Her hips thrusted into nothing as her hard-on grew. She sat behind you on the bed and pressed her bulge against you, letting you rub yourself onto her as you continued playing with yourself. Her head rested on your shoulder, smelling the perfume that adorned your body and smiling into you when she realized it was hers. It wasn’t that other girls, it was hers. You were hers.

You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching as you increased your pace. Maria noticed this.

“Stop it.” She said, the words falling deaf on your ear as you continued.

“I said stop it!” She grasped your arm tightly which made you stop and look up at her.

“But-” She cut you off before you could finish with her fingers in your mouth. You gagged as it hit the back of your throat, she was mesmerized. Her hips didn’t stop its movements against you, she chased that high that you were restricted of.

“Daddy, you feel so good.” Came a weak and slurred moan from your mouth. You mumbled around her fingers, she wished so greatly that it was her cock you were choking on instead. She forced you to bend over, your arms going to hold yourself up as you were on all fours now. Her hand made contact with your bottom, a harsh slap causing your skin to tingle in a sting. She continued this multiple times until she thought you had enough. Tears trickled down your face, she wouldn’t deny how badly it turned her on.

“You’re so beautiful with my marks all over you. Maybe that little bitch needs to see you like this, covered by me on every inch of this perfect body.”

Her pants found their way to the floor as did her boxers, her tip prodding at your hole and begging for entrance. She whined, pre-cum leaking from her cock and painting your folds. Her fingers that fucked your mouth so carelessly had ended up on your pulsing clit, rubbing tight circles and chuckling as you fought to not release right then and there.

“Please, please, please, please! ‘Need it so bad.”

“What do you need, baby? Tell daddy what you need.” She stroked herself slowly, trying her best to hold back and not take you right then and there. She knew she would fail, but she just wanted to see you beg for her.

“Need you inside me.” You mumbled in a weak moan. You were already so close, but it just wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed her.

“Just, fuck me, please!” The moment you finished speaking you could feel her filling you up. Her tip slowly entered you, the stretch being so painfully good.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear another sound from your slutty mouth.” Even with her harsh nature, she refused to hurt you. She let you adjust to her length before moving. But, God, did it feel amazing. She was so close to her breaking point, but she wasn’t done with you just yet.

“Ah! You’re so fucking warm, could be in you forever.” She started a slow yet hard pace and watched as your mouth opened, creating an oval shape. No noise escaped you though, but your eyes shut tightly and a small grin started to form.

“Yeah? That feels good, hm?” You nodded, remembering her words from earlier and keeping your mouth shut. She didn’t complain, instead choosing to quicken her thrusts. Her fingers still continued to toy with your clit, bringing you into an immense amount of pleasure.

“I’m gonna fill this tight little hole, baby. You want that? You want my cum?” You nodded once again, clenching around her at the thought alone.

“That’s it, clench around my cock, baby. Gonna fill you up so well, I’ll leave you fucking dripping.” She already had you dripping onto her hands with how wet you were.

“Daddy- I’m gonna cum!” She couldn’t stop you and she didn’t want to, she wanted you to collapse around her.

“Cum with me, love.” You complied, biting your lip harshly and almost drawing blood as felt her cum filling you up. Some dripped onto your thighs and traveled down slowly. Your orgasm came crashing over you at nearly the same time. It had all been too much, the pleasure, the way she thrusted into you without care.

“Fuck, you’re milking me dry.” She moaned out, feeling you clench around her once more. She took it all in, admiring the way her marks painted your body so nicely for anyone to see. Your ass was nearly bruised from her slaps and your face was stained as your makeup ran down it and left streaks behind.

“I’m sorry for being so rough, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just hated seeing that girl flirt with you like that.” You were both sprawled out on your bed at this point, Maria’s arms being wrapped around your body as her body heat kept you warm. You didn’t bother putting on pajamas and neither did she.

“It’s okay, I understand. And besides, I like it when you’re rough, it’s fucking hot.” She giggled to which you returned. And with that, her worries slipped away as if they were never there to begin with. You always knew how to calm her down, in more ways than not.

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WOUNDS

(a little fluff and a little smut)

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Injuried!Kate Bishop x Female Reader

Part II

Summary: Kate comes into your room through the window after a little mission, obviously hurt, hoping you'd take care of her. But while cleaning her wounds, something more happens.

Warnings: cursing. pet names (Kate calling r etc. princess). blood mentions. Kate touches r a little.

A/N: Hi! I wrote it a bit fast, but I hope it came out okay. I was inspired by the scene with Gwen and Peter Parker in "Amazing Spiderman". Because I haven't seen such an idea on tumblr yet, so I did it. Kate is such a boyfriend material. Have a good day/night! 💗

I appreciate every reblog and comment! 💐

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You were reading a book when a knock on the window interrupted you. You can confirm that you almost had a heart attack, because who would enter your room in the evening through the window that is on the second floor. But you felt relieved when you saw the silhouette of a familiar person, even though you had no idea what she was doing here.

Kate pointed to the window, show you to open it. You immediately got up from where you were and went to the window to let her in. The wind blew into your room as she came in, making you shiver and you instinctively grabbed your arms from cold wind, just having short sleeve top on yourself.

"You need to start using the front door" you giggled remembering how many times Kate burst into your room through the window to see you with the excuse that your parents are at home and can't get in through the front door and it's still easy for her to climb under your window.

"Yeah" she chuckled hoarsely as she leaned her head against the wall. Closing the window you didn't notice that something was wrong then when you turned to her and found her leaning against the wall with a single cuts on her face and stain of blood on her hoodie. The sight and her heavy breathing made you panic a little.

"Kate, are you okay?" you immediately rushed to her with hands on her chest, then to her cut part of the bloody hoodie. But you quickly looked at her worriedly, waiting for an answer because you know an archer needs some time to breathe.

"Yeah, yeah" she panted as she pushed her head off the wall to look down at you. You were a little relieved that she gently grabbed your waist, and only now did you notice how close you were to her. Because out of sudden anxiety, you pounced on her completely ignoring the fact that you were so close, just to make sure she was okay. You blushed, lowering your eyes to look back at bloody stain. While the girl in front of you was catching her breath but couldn't help a small smirk creeping across her face as she saw your blush on your cheeks.

"Um maybe sit down somewhere" you thought as she gripped your waist tightly now for support. She nodded eagerly, and you helped her fall onto your pouffe, leaning against the cornea with her head tilted back and her legs dangling to make a space for you. Sitting on the end of the pouf, you put your hair behind your ear to look at her wound while she is panting. Kate snorted softly under her breath thinking you were cute when you were so worried about her.

"I'm fine" she warned even though she was breathing hard as she saw you open your mouth to say something. You ignored her comment to glance at her bloody hoodie, which had been bothering you since you saw it. You lifted the fabric to reveal a slight gash on her stomach, which (thankfully) wasn't deep. It just seemed to be slightly cut with a penknife or something sharp. But you mentally cursed yourself for staring at her abs for so long. Why does she look so hot even though she's injured? You definitely shouldn't think that.

Kate glanced at the wound, grimacing. "Oh fuck" she gasped, throwing her head back. You carefully slid the fabric back to start asking questions.

"What happened?" You asked, raising your head to look at the archer in confusion. You were clearly stressed out, and playing with the fabric of her hoodie showed it.

"I was on mission, and one of the thugs must have cut me with a knife or something" she replied after a moment of catching her breath. You bit your lip nervously.

"Gosh Kate" you gave her a worried look while picking at the fabric of her hoodie, "Why aren't you wearing a suit?" You noticed looking at her plain gray hoodie and pair of jeans.

"It's damaged, and I was supposed to be on a really quick case" she explained calmly. "So I wear something random" she gave you a meaningful look, knowing you would think her reckless.

"You're such a dork" you announced after staring at her for a while as Kate ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek and jaw twisting, knowing you didn't really mean it.

"Okay" she mumbled, giving you a cocky smile before throwing her head back. You watched her with a slight smirk, biting your lip before you caught yourself staring at her. You grunted, trying to forget about the incident, and tried to ignore the strange feeling towards the archer who felt your eyes on herself.

"Okay, I'll go get something to clean your wounds. So that my parents don't find out" you pulled away from her trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach "So don't move from here" you warned, pointing to which Kate lifted sarcastic hands in defense.

"Sure princess" she giggled at your bossiness as you walked out the door. You won't admit it, but you liked the way she called you.

Kate watched intently as you burst into the room wobbly, with a rag and hydrogen dioxide and a few bandages in your hands. You can't deny that you're a little embarrassed by the way she looks at you.

"Okay I told my parents I'm doing homework, so they won't come here" you said hastily sitting down in the same place you were before. Kate nodded, watching you slightly nervous as you waved your arms around quickly.

You sighed and closed your eyes, relaxing for a moment. Kate raised her eyebrows at you, unable to understand why you were more nervous than she was. After a while you opened your eyes a little reassured "Are you sure you're more comfortable here?" You asked after a moment, noticing that the pouf is quite small. Also, how close you are to the archer It knocks you off track. "You can always lie on my bed" you suggested noting that she would be much more comfortable there.

"No, no, that's okay" she denied immediately pulling herself up to sit up more, so she was even closer to you. She didn't mind lying in an uncomfortable position while you were closer than ever. "I will stain your lovely sheets" she took a look at your sheets in a pattern of flowers which she thought was really cute and very much your style. You followed her gaze to actually snort at her comment. And Kate's smile widened seeing your cute smile.

"Okay. So be it" you giggled, feeling a little shy. Well, you guess you have to endure this closeness. "maybe first the wound on your belly" you said without waiting for an answer and dipping the a piece of cloth in hydrogen peroxide.

"Sure, but maybe I should take my hoodie off" she says grabbing the end of her hoodie to take it off completely, leaving her in black shirt. She quickly threw the sweatshirt next to her, grabbing her shirt, lifting it a little higher than before, probably to show off her form to you.

You looked at her one last time before placing a soaked cloth in substance over her wound carefully. A growl escaped her lips and her jaw clenched tight at the terible feeling. The only thing that calmed her down was your gentle touch on her skin. You noticed that her stomach muscles were now more visible, which knocked you out of your rhythm a bit, so you looked up to see if the black-haired girl had seen it, but she was too busy with the pain with her head tilted back. You bit your lip, trying to focus on cleaning her wound so your thoughts wouldn't accidentally wander elsewhere.

"Oh fuck, it hurts more than it seems" she gasped through clenched teeth.

"Just a moment" you calmed down, bringing her attention back to you. Kate watched intently as you bit your lip in concentration, thinking you looked cute. She could look at you all day without getting bored. You couldn't ignore the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach as you felt her eyes on you, and you made no secret of the fact that it knocked you out of your rhythm.

"Stop staring at me like that, you creep" you put down the cloth to slap her shoulder playfully to hide the red blush on your cheeks that Kate had already noticed anyway. She bit her lip at your flirty slap that so many girls have already used on Kate when she was teasing them.

"Are you really beating up an even more hurt person?" She asked sarcastically, watching you peel off the protective paper from the large bandage.

"Yes" you mumbled arrogantly as you applied a bandage to her stomach wound, sliding the fabric of her sweatshirt behind her to obscure the alluring view of her stomach. Kate looked at you pretending to be offended, then snorted at your arrogance. You looked up to see the cuts on her face with the cloth in your hand, and Kate was so stared at you that she didn't understand your gesture and she just keep looking at you. You noticed this, and your courage dropped a bit, feeling overwhelmed by her gaze, not quite knowing what to do.

"Uhm can you move a little" you asked quietly, gesturing your hands shyly.

"Oh right" she did as you said and pulled herself up a bit to sit down, leaning one elbow on the cornea of ​​the pouffe and the other on the back of the backrest, holding on. You moved closer to the archer, trying to ignore her intense gaze on you. You cleared your throat, trying to focus on cleaning the wound on her forehead. Kate definitely noticed your nervousness, and she was a little amused by it, especially since you'd quieted down when you'd asked questions before and now you're kinda shy.

"Be glad I didn't kick you out, and that I'm helping you, Bishop" you said sarcastically, sticking little piece of bandage to her chin wound. Why do her slits have to be so close to her mouth? It's like she specifically had said to these thugs to hit her face as close to her mouth as possible because she knew she was going to go to you, even though it sounds ridiculous, and she definitely she didn't ask for it.

"You wouldn't do that princess" she murmured, relaxing under your touch. She wanted to tease you a bit, and maybe something more would happen along the way.

"Princess" you repeated, amused. You couldn't hide from yourself that you liked the name she called you again a little more and more.

"Mh" she crooned, sure you don't mind the nickname. And you don't mind at all, you feel special. You snorted in response, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. Sometimes you can't stand the way she teases you. You reached for a bandage to stick it over her slightly split nose. Her eyes stare at you even more, and you can tell she's doing it on purpose.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes" You said smiling shyly, shaking your head blushing. You really can't stand her eyes on you, because that gaze is utterly lustful. Her dark laid back eyes speak for themselves how much she wants you.

"What eyes?" She asked, pretending to be confused. But she knows exactly how she looks at you and how does that affect you. You lowered your head in disbelief, but quickly her hand found its way to your chin, lifting it slightly so that you would look at her. And your gaze finally slid to her lips and you mentally cursed yourself for it. Kate took as a sign that you want to kiss her, so she moved her face closer to you, waiting for the perfect moment, moving her hand to your jaw, tucking your naturally curly strands of hair behind your ear falling out of the messily holding clip at the back of your head. Her charming smile only grew bigger seeing your blush.

The archer knew you didn't glance at her mouth to see if there were any cuts, because it looked like you had been wrestling with yourself for quite some time not to look at it. You knew immediately what she meant when you could feel her breath on your lips. You wanted to kiss her, but you knew it wasn't end on just a kiss. You were confused as you stared blankly at her lips. Kate smiled to herself as she saw you no longer pull away. Fuck it, it's too late to change your mind.

Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her lips, and the archer almost immediately returned the gently kiss. You placed your hands on her chest, pressing harder against her lips. She smiled to herself as she placed her hand on your thigh, squeezing your skin. She leaned in more and kissed you passionately, and now you know that she kisses well and is experienced at it. You moaned into the kiss, feeling the need between your legs grown, and you thought less and less about the fact that Kate was hurt.

Your kisses became more passionate, and due to the fact that the position was uncomfortable, you quickly swung your leg to the other side to straddle on Kate's lap and during this time, she watched you with lust in her eyes as you carefully sit on her lap, and she gasped at this gesture. Her hands on your hips pulled you closer, and her hands quickly slid under your shirt, stroking your smooth skin that she had longed to touch. You're not sure if it's really happening.

You quickly leaned in, already missing her amazing lips where you wish they were somewhere else. When you ran out of breath, you decided to slide down to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses there to give her some pleasure. The archer threw her head back this time in pleasure, biting her lower lip.

"Mmmm... that's it" she murmured, tightening her hands on your waist, showing you how much she enjoyed it. "good girl, you know how to please me" she praised you, enjoying your every sweet kiss. After a moment you returned to her mouth, and a moment later her hand went to your shorts, slipping her hand into them, which knocked you out of your rhythm. She definitely knows what she's doing to you.

Kate felt the satisfaction of hearing your soft moans as she caressed your clit, feeling how wet the material was. Therefore, seeing that you were more busy with what she was doing down, she slid down to your neck, kissing your delicate skin. And you hope your parents don't hear you moan. You took a deep breath, wondering at the last moment if you really want to do this right now.

"Kate wait" you interrupted to grab her hand which had strayed into your shorts. She looked at you questioningly as she felt you pull her hand out of your panties. You want to continue, but you're afraid your parents will find themselves in your room hearing your groans.

"Yeah?" She spoke cautiously, waiting for an answer from you.

"We can't now. My parents are home" you gave her an apologetic smile. Kate raised her eyebrows in surprise at your answer, because you told your parents you were doing your homework and they shouldn't come in here.

"If you keep quiet, they won't catch us" she whispered wanting to go back to your mouth but your hands on her chest stopped her.

"No Kate. It's not just that, you're injured, you should rest" you explained more seriously this time. She frowned her eyebrows, wondering what might happen to her little wound if you allow yourself a little more. You must be really worried about her if you're concerned about such a small wound.

"Rest? It's just a little scratch" she tried to convince you by pulling herself up higher because during your kissing session she slipped a bit.

"A little scratch that still can make you get bad, If you're not careful" you said wisely, pressing your poiting finger to her chest. You watched her tongue run over her bottom teeth as she looked at you thoughtfully.

"Okay nanny, but you have to make it up to me" she warned joking, and you rolled your eyes sarcastically at her blackmail, which you knew didn't sound innocent. But you're sure the thought of Kate finally making you feel good will haunt you, till she came into your room when your parents are finally be absent one day.

"So be it" you agreed after staring at her in disbelief for a moment, then showering her cheeks with kisses.

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After a few kisses and laughs, Kate decided to go home since it was already late, and she don’t want to worry you.

"Are you sure you don’t want to stay?" You asked quietly as you pulling down the sleeves of your sweatshirt because of the cold.

She snort quietly at your tired voice wishing she could stay here with you and watch you sleep in her arms.

"Nah, I have to go to Clint, and check myself to him" she says quietly smiling at you. You nod yawning, and she thinks that’s cute of you.

"But I’ll come to you tomorrow, okay princess?" She walks over to you, running her fingers through your hair admiring you.

"Okay Katie" You whisper smiling at her, and she smiles back at you kissing your forehead. You both feel love for each other. After a few moments of just staring at each other, you snuggled into her chest needing her warm. She immediately wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer. It’s so comforting you almost fell asleep in her arms.

You pulled back still smiling at her which makes her heart melt. You see her approach the window and before she goes out you stop her.

"Kate wait" you say approaching to her, and she immediately looks at you when you call her name. You rise on your tiptoes to catch her cheeks in both hands and kiss her for the last time today. Kate kiss you back smiling like a fool for a kiss.

"That was cute" she whispers softly after you pulled back. You giggled at her comment blushing like a teenage girl who fell in love. Kate finally comes out, and you say "Be careful" before closing window.

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