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Bruce: Hey Natasha, what are you doing later?
Y/N: My name isn't nothing.
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Do you ever think about writing wlw? Like with Natasha? 👀
A/N. Hell YEAH. Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader. Smut.
“You taste like cigarettes,” you bitch as you pull away from Nat’s mouth.
She fixes you with an amused glance - a “you know you’re still gonna melt for me” expression that makes your thighs twinge.
“I was undercover.” She drags you flush against her - wrapping a powerful leg around your waist - locking you in and tight - your broken spider twining you in her silk web. “You taste good.”
“You taste like cherries.”
She arches a cool brow. “Changing your tune, I see.”
“I wanna get laid.”
She blinks at you before lifting her knuckles to your cheek. She strokes it slow and lazy - the same pace she uses when she slips her fingers inside your cunt to see how many times you’ll cum from her being mean and teasing. Her eyes burn - sea glass green and fringed with those absurdly long lashes. Natasha is the kind of gorgeous where you can’t look at her for too long or you begin to feel lost. The precarious ache of wanting someone who doesn’t even seem real.
She runs her fingertips through the seam of your cunt - pressing down as you inhale sharply. She pinches the peak of your clit - grinning when your thighs snap together across the plane of her hand.
Nat is lotion-smooth and she always smells good. Expensive perfume that is both floral and musk - the tang of something untouchable - that could even be for a man. A Florence Flower Market. White linen. Gunpowder.
Nat can make you cum - can make you flood her tongue, but your favorite thing is when you ruin her.
You squeeze the globes of her ass as you angle her pussy up so you can scoop her through. You know exactly how to touch and tease - where to latch and where to suck and where to push the tip of your tongue. You part her knees - spread her open and it’s all shiny pink - blush-red the deeper you go and when you lick her it’s like the flesh behind her knees - the sweat from a hard run until it eventually goes clear - goes to the pale taste of woman.
She tangles her fingers through your hair - bucking into your mouth. You keep your eyes on her - enjoying the way her full lips go to a dark slash across her pale face. She flushes - her nipples pebbling beneath her thin tank top and oh you fucking love when the walls of her cunt flutter around your knuckles - when she twists and jerks and you have to pin her down by the belly. You think of a spider under glass - speared in place as you study her patterns - the gloss of her hair and her milky complexion and the way she whines for you.
Sometimes you think Nat has eight eyes - lost in the way she can feel everywhere at once - her gaze sliding along your body and your bones and the meat of your head until you’re forced to finally acknowledge her and all she does is smirk.
“Nat,” you purr against the soft curls before suckling the tiny nub of her clit, plunging your fingers to the hilt - fucking her open with the same pressure and pace you use in a fight.
“What?” she gasps - her whole torso tensing and arching - muscles flexing - as she goes rigid and you feel liquid push around your joints. She grinds against your chin - her knees digging into your ears.
You slide your tongue away - wiping at your mouth. She narrows her eyes.
“Nothing,” you shrug - innocent as ever - easing yourself out of her panting little cunt and licking your pruned fingertips.
She tries to catch her breath - combing a shaky hand through her flame-drenched hair.
“God - you’re such a little shit,” she bites back before she’s reaching for you.
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I’m From Brooklyn, Too ~ 150
OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST
I’M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO MASTERLIST
< previous chapter
Word Count: 1,750ish
Summary: Y/N gets a call from Wanda for help. (WandaVision spoilers, if that’s still a thing...)
Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.
Y/N knew that it was important that she hide the fact that she still had all her powers, even without the Stones. If people found out, especially the government, they would never let her out of site. Her powers were the reason half the universe disappeared for five years. It would be no surprise if they were to lock her up, scared that it would happen again.
Morgan was struggling to understand how both her father and uncle could be gone. Y/N allowed her to sleep in bed with her, hating how empty it was anyway. Even with Tony’s blessing, Y/N knew she couldn’t move fast with Bucky. There was Morgan to think about, the fact that they needed to get to know each other again, and cause she did need time to grieve over Tony. Y/N did love him and they did marry after all.
Everyone began going their separate ways. Pepper and Happy went back to the city to get Stark Industries back under control and helping. Sam went to the South for his family. Bucky and Natasha stayed though. Natasha moved into the extra bedroom in the house while Bucky stayed in a trailer.
Sam and Bucky were in charge of getting Steve a place. They didn’t bother telling Y/N where he went. They knew she wasn’t ready to forgive him, if she ever was going to.
It had been two weeks since Thanos was defeated. Everyone was just trying there best to move along, and most people were understanding of that. Steve, though thought dead by most of the world, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, and Natasha were all pardoned. Each with their own agreements. Bucky had the most, given what he had been forced to do as the Winter Soldier. He had court mandated therapy, though it was clear he wasn’t taking it very serious. Not in a joking matter, but not willing to actually let his therapist up him.
Y/N had put Happy in charge of watching over Peter and Harley. She wasn’t ready to just yet, though she knew they needed someone who was close to Tony. Happy accepted the request quickly, trying to do what his friend would have wanted him to.
Y/N was watching Natasha and Morgan play outside when she received a phone call.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered.
She straightened up. “Wanda? What’s wrong?”
“He’s gone… Vis… I couldn’t feel him…”
“Where are you?”
“I’m…” Wanda paused to swallow. “I’m on my way to this plot of land in New Jersey… did you know that Vision had started building a house for us?”
“Oh, Wanda… I had no idea.”
“I… I shouldn’t be alone.”
“Okay, okay. Let me tell Nat and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Y/N quickly hung up and headed outside. Natasha looked up from what she was doing with Morgan, immediately knowing that Y/N needed to talk. She whispered something to Morgan before heading toward her friend.
“What’s up?” Nat asked.
“Wanda called,” Y/N replied. “She needs me.”
“I can watch Morgan.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“I shouldn’t be gone long. It won’t take me long to get to her. I can just open a portal—“
“Open a portal? But the Stones are gone.”
“What are you hiding from us? Do you have your powers still?” Y/N nodded. “How? And how many of them?”
“The Stones aren’t done with me… when I was in that, uh, bubble on the battlefield… I was told that I would be granted all the power of the Stones, even after they were placed back in their time.”
“You, and Wanda. But Wanda only knows because she can sense it. I don’t even know if she knows, she knows. Nat. No one else can know. If they find out, they’ll lock me up and throw away the key. I have the power to do what Thanos did, they’ll see that. I can’t let anyone take me away from my daughter.” Y/N glanced at her child over Natasha’s shoulder. “She can’t lose another parent.”
Natasha squeezed Y/N’s upper arm in comfort. “I won’t tell anyone. But you might want to let Bucky know.”
“Not yet. He has his own things to figure out.He doesn’t need to worry about me anymore than he already does.”
“Do you know where exactly? I thought you could only open portals to place that you’ve been to or seen.”
“That was when I was only allowed access to a limited amount of power. Now… I have it all. Without the Stones.”
“Promise me you’ll stay safe.”
“I will. Thanks again, Nat.”
Y/N gave her a tight smile before heading towards her daughter. Morgan was sitting on the grass at the base of a tree, playing with some Avengers action figures. One of them being Iron Man.
“Hey, Mo,” Y/N smiled, crouching down in front of the child. “How do you feel about Auntie Nat watching you for a little bit?”
“Where would you be?” Morgan asked, looking at her mother with those big brown eyes. Tony’s eyes.
Y/N signed. “Wanda, do you remember meeting her?” The little girl nodded. “Well, Wanda needs mommy’s help.”
“Can’t someone else do it?”
“No,” Y/N shook her head slightly, “I’m so sorry.”
“Are you going to come back?”
“Oh honey.” Y/N pulled Morgan into into her lap. “Of course I will.”
“Daddy didn’t come back.”
“You’re daddy really wanted to… he really did.” She kissed the crown of the girl’s head. “He loved you so much.” She moved the girls head so that they could be looking at each other. “I love you too. And I’m coming back. Nothing’s going to happen me. I promise.”
The town of Westview, New Jersey was a sad looking town. It was clear that once upon a time, the town thrived. It seemed that the Blip had affected it, and that it wasn’t going to get better anytime soon.
Y/N had portaled herself outside of the town, not wanting to make a scene. As she walked through the town, she could feel the stares of everyone. She had to take a deep breath to keep their thoughts out of her head. Y/N turned the corner of a neighborhood to see Wanda’s red car parked in an almost empty lot.
Wanda was standing in front of an unfinished house foundation. There was a folded up page in her hand. As Y/N grew closer, she watched her friend open it up. Wanda breathed out as she looked at the page and tears collected in her eyes. Y/N was almost there when Wanda watched into the center of the unfinished foundation. The younger woman collapsed onto her knees, dropping the paper in front of her. As soon as Y/N heard Wanda’s sobs, she rushed to her side.
“I’m here, Wanda,” Y/N crotched beside her friend, pulling her into her arms. “I’m right here.”
“It hurts,” Wanda cried. “It—it hurts.”
“I know… I know… Just let it all out… let it all out…”
Wanda continued to cry, her cries slowly turning more frustrated. Y/N pulled away to get a good look at her friend and to say something. But before she could, Wanda’s arms flew out to her sides and she let out a scream. Strong red power flowed out of Wanda’s hands and chest, surrounding her and lifting her off the ground. Y/N stumbled onto her feet and back.
“Wanda!” She yelled.
Almost digitally, walls began to form from the foundation. Y/N held out her hands in front of herself, blasting the red cloud around Wanda, only to be flung back into the forming wall. She groaned as she pushed her chest up. Heaving, she looked around, wide-eyed.
“WANDA!” Y/N tried again. “STOP!”
The only response Y/N got was a blast of red to her head, successfully knocking her out.
Moaning as she was coming too, Y/N began to blink. Her eyes struggling to focus. Something was wrong. She could feel it, and it wasn’t just the migraine. But she couldn’t pin-point it. Y/N put a hand to her head as she pushed herself to sitting up. That’s when she noticed she was lying in a bed. A black and white bed. In fact, after she frantically looked around, she noted everything was black and white.
Y/N noticed she was in a master bedroom. In a twin bed, with another twin bed close by. Slipping out of the bed, she took in the night gown she was wearing. That was…. Odd. But she couldn’t figure out why. In fact, she couldn’t figure out a lot of things. It was making her head hurt. Because there was something she was missing, she just couldn’t figure it out. Leaning forward, Y/N rubbed her head with her hands.
“Oh, honey, you’re up,” a man said waltzing into the room with a tray. “Are you feeling better? You took quite the fall.”
“I did?” Y/N questioned, not bothering to look up at the man.
There was no need to. No worry. It was her husband, Tony. But then why was there something in the back of her mind screaming at her to wake up?
“I don’t remember that,” Y/N continued, looking up. Tony was in classic 50’s male attire, which didn’t even phase her.
Tony set the tray on the large dresser across the room. “You must of hit your head harder than we thought.”
“AJ made the soup. The kid’s a genius in the kitchen.”
AJ… AJ… her son. Then why couldn’t she remember having him? She knew Tony was her husband and she knew AJ was her son. But then where were all the other memories? Y/N pushed herself off the bed and walked into the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, studying herself. As Tony wrapped his arms around her, she flinched. Having been too lost in her own thought.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Tony asked, looking at her in the mirror.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” she responded.
Right? It was all fine. Everything looked normal, how it should be. But her eyes. There was something in her eyes screaming at her that this was all wrong.
next chapter >
So, yeah. Y/N doesn’t remember anything. It will all me interesting to see how it plays out. Y’all will be mad at Bucky probably too, once he comes into the picture. And yes, he’ll be in WandaVision. It is his ending after all!
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Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)
I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3
it’s a wedding thing
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
^idk Nat, you tell me^
Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?
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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”
A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.
You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.
“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”
“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.
“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.
‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.
‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.
It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.
You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.
“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.
“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”
Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.
“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”
“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”
“Overridden. Moving on.”
You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.
“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”
Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.
“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”
“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”
“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.
“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.
“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.
“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”
“Thor and Jane, they’re-”
“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”
“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”
“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.
“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.
“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.
“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.
“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered
You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.
You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.
“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”
“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.
You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.
You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.
The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.
Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.
“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.
“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?
Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.
It was pretty safe to say,
You bought the dress.
Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.
“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.
“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”
“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.
“You really think I looked good?”
Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.
“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.
“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”
“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.
“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.
“Thank you, Tasha.”
“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.
You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.
She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.
“We should get some sleep.”
You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.
“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.
Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.
“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.
“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.
“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.
You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.
You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.
Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.
Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.
Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.
Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.
An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.
“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.
“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”
Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.
Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.
“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.
Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.
“Sorry Nat, what were you-”
“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.
“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.
Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.
With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.
“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.
You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.
You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!
“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”
“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”
“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”
The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,
“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked
“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.
These guys will be the death of you.
After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.
Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.
“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.
“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.
You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.
It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.
“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.
“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.
“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.
“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”
“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.
“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.
“No, no it’s not that. I just..”
“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.
“Right, and why is that?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.
This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?
You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.
Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.
Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.
“So, about that bouquet..”
You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.
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Ok anon. I see you with the pregnant Nat fluff. Let me add to that. Let’s say she wasn’t sleepy. And neither were you. She calls you over to her side but she gets a little handsy and you get a bit too excited. I won’t go into detail because this isn’t a smut blog but lets say her hands have helped to secure a certain thing to your waist. But while your ‘in the moment’ the tv has been changed to Netflix and it was a late night.
Netflix and chill. Netflix and chill. Netflix and chill.
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let’s do a blurb night! 🖤 i’ve been struggling with writer’s block and I’m hoping this will help me get out of it! hope to see you guys send some in!!
send me an ask with 1-2 prompts from this prompt list along with the character of your choosing!
who I’m writing for tonight:
marvel only! bucky, steve, sam, loki, and natasha
depending how many asks I’ll get I will probably do around 10-15 of these!
[thank you to my bestie mere @nancybycrs for inspiring this blurb night, ilysm]
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natasha: there’s a flutter , it can’t be right
pepper: oh sweetie, this is not a bad thing
natasha: what it’s not?
pepper: it’s good it’s so good, your baby’s kicking
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prompt: 'You're already hyper as it is, I don't need you to be sugar high while fucking me.'
Word count: 854 (ish. I wrote some more on my phone and I forgot the word count. I’ll edit it in a bit <3)
Warnings: Suggestive content, Swearing
Tag list: @d14n4ol
"I have an idea to sweeten things up in the bedroom" you saunter into the lounge and flop by Natasha's feet
"But you haven't even heard the idea yet-"
Natasha loved you and everything that came with you. Including your hyper-ness. You were always told that there's no such thing as 'being hyper' and therefore, you were led to believe that there was no such thing as a sugar rush.
You were wrong.
You had quite possibly the worst reaction to sugar Natasha had ever seen. Your natural state was already quite high energy but add sugar to the mix and it was borderline dangerous.
The rest of the team adored how hyper you would get from the simplest things and regularly exploited it, much to Natasha's dismay. One particularly dark day, Natasha had thrown out all sugary snacks. She had failed to remember the cans of coffee Bucky kept in the fridge and you had been dared to try one. Coffee was even worse than sugar.
There was one thing worse than all the sugar in the world combined.
Natasha wasn't sure what they put in the sauce that was different to normal chocolate but whatever it was, sent you doolally.
The two of you had been on a date when the ice cream sundae with chocolate sauce came out. The two of you had agreed to share and that was something Natasha was eternally grateful for because she hated to imagine what would have happened if you had eaten the whole thing yourself. Safe to say, it was eventful bringing you back to your shared room. You had wanted to say hello to everyone and look at absolutely everything.
When Natasha had successfully gotten you home, your attention turned on her. The sex that night was wild. Like completely mind bending. It's not that sex was boring before - far from it. But that night was one she wouldn't forget any time soon. That being said, she didn't enjoy dealing with the fallout of a cranky y/n coming down from their sugar high.
God you were miserable after.
It's why Natasha dismissed your idea of 'sweetening' things up in the bedroom. She knew exactly what that meant - you wanted to bring chocolate sauce into the very healthy sex life you guys already had.
"Tasha I really think chocolate sauce could be a good idea. I could make you feel so good baby. Why don't you want my tongue licking sauce from you?"
You shuffled up and began to lick her neck and collar bone, nipping along her shoulders. Natasha let out a groan and gave you more access. You bought your face up to hers and left your lips a fraction away from hers.
"This way, you can stop imagining what I would do and actually experience it. You think I don't hear you in the shower sometimes?"
Natasha stilled. She had no clue how you had heard her. She had made so sure to be quiet. So sure that you had been out of the room.
"A little birdie told me that you often dream of that night..." Natasha let out a little moan as you whispered those words into her ear, kissing and sucking just below the earlobe. Wanda had told you once when she was extremely drunk. Words had just kept pouring from her mouth and who were you to stop her when she told you how much Natasha thought about your sugary filled sex escapade. Unfortunately for Wanda, Natasha’s thoughts were sometimes extremely loud, especially when she had to watch you lick whatever utensil you had been using to eat, her mind flashing back to how it was her body your tongue should have been on.
In truth, you wanted chocolate sauce introduced to the bedroom because you just loved it so much and you thought that if you made it worth Natasha's while, then she would be down for you eating it. Unfortunately, things had not been going to plan.
"I really don't think it's a good idea... You're already hyper as it is, I don't need you to be sugar high while fucking me." Natasha let out a shaky breath and gently ran her hands through your hair, trying to pull you closer.
"Thing is detka, I really think it is." You knew that Natasha loved it when you spoke Russian. Her pupils would always expand and she would breathe a little heavier.
"Promise you won't get cranky the next day?"
"Darling, I would never be cranky with you." You hooked your thumbs into her waistband and kissed her bottom lip briefly.
"That's not what I meant. I know you'd never be cranky with me but you locked Clint in the washing machine last time because he was 'looking at you the wrong way'..."
"Detka, I promise not to lock Clint in the washing machine."
"Then you have a deal Y/L/N. Don't make me regret this..."
"Never sweetheart." You kissed her properly this time, finally allowing her what she wanted. Her hips bucked up towards yours.
Clint walked into the lounge, a plate of waffles carefully balanced as he poured chocolate sauce over them.
"Ew, guys, what the fuck! Get a room. I don't need this while I'm eating my breakfast!"
You looked devilishly at Natasha. "What a great idea Clinty Winty." You grabbed Natasha with one hand, sauntered over to Clint and grabbed the chocolate sauce by making him think you were going for the waffles.
"Toodles Clint!" you shouted out as Natasha followed you quickly behind, back to your shared room.
“My chocolate sauce...”
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Okay, so I kinda miss HS!Nat and hear me out, Nerd!Nat and Jock!Reader, right? So...
One day Nat starts receiving random letters in her locker and at first it weirded her out. But she quickly got used to it and looked forward to receiving the letters every say. Some days they were simple messages, and other days they were poems.
It kept going on for about a month until one day she stayed home sick and got behind on her work. The next day she asked her seat mate from every class to borrow their notes and when she received the reader's notes, that same day at home she realised that the handwriting in their notebook and the notes she received were the same. 👀
Who steals Natasha's pen just so they can play air drums in class, while they're waiting for the teacher.
Who turned to Natasha and asked "Why do frogs jump so far?" In the middle of math class, while everyone is busy with their work.
Who wore their t-shirt inside out, and back to front, in solidarity with some kid, bc they spilled coffee all down their front.
Who brought lunch in for a kid who couldn't afford it everyday just until their family got back on their feet.
Who smiles at Natasha everytime they make eye contact.
Who, when they get hurt on the field, the first thing they do is stick their thumb up in the air, to show they're okay.
The one who spends most of her free time in the library, studying, and hanging out with her few friends.
Natasha, who passes all her classes with flying colours.
Who has been aiming to get into an Ivy League University, since the age of 10.
Who takes ballet, and has done for as long as she can remember.
Has been to exactly three of the schools sports games, all bc Clint dragged her to them. (Two of which were your games).
Who swoons everytime she sees evidence of just how big your heart is.
She just cannot believe that you actually have any interest in her.
But here you are, sending her flattering notes and letters through the slats in her locker.
She has to wonder if you're just trying to be nice, if you think she's lonely, and aren't doing it to other girls.
And although she believes you heart is good and would definitely do something to make someone feel less lonely, she knows that you would never play with someones heart like that.
The day after she found out, she gave you a note of your own into your locker.
Luckily her locker was just across from yours on the other side of the hallway, just a few feet down. So she stood there, watching as you found the note, halls filled as everyone gathered their books for their next class.
Your eyes grew wide when you realised you had been found out, looking over your shoulder, to the red-head watching you. Throwing her a bashful and awkward smile.
Your locker slammed shut and you walked towards her, Natasha's heart beating faster with every step you took, little did she know yours was the exact same.
"So, you know it was me huh? Listen. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I-"
"You didn't make me uncomfortable."
"No. I was mostly just surprised that it was you."
"Well..." You looked down to your feet, stubbing your toe against the floor, which Natasha thought was absolutely adorable how shy you could get. "I'm just surprised that I'm the only one that sees how amazing you are. And I was just wondering, if you'd... would you... can... would you like to go out on a date with me?"
Natasha smiled, "I would love to."
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Heyyy lovely, could u write somthing with maybe mommy!nat dressed up and stuff and lactation if u feel comfortable and maybe scissoring/ tribbing? 💗
A/N: I feel honored to get to write about both Wanda and Nat’s mommy milkers on this fine pride month 😌
warnings: 18+ ONLY, mommy kink, lactation kink, scissoring, implied penetration
“Another successful hero gathering.”
The words are spoken sarcastically, but the smile given to you as she enters the bedroom is full of love
“Did you at least have fun?”
“I did,” she responds with her back to you as she takes her jewelry off. “I assume you were Mommy’s good little angel while I was gone.”
She doesn’t even have to turn around to know she’s affected you
Natasha walks past you to sit on her side of the bed, pulling you with her and guiding you into her lap
“One last snack before bed?”
Her thumbs hook under the off-the-shoulder straps of her dress to drag them further down her arms, and she pulls at the fabric until her chest is exposed
“Please, can I?”
“Of course you can, love.”
You dip your head urgently toward one of her nipples, latching on immediately and starting to drink from Natasha as she gently encourages you
“Look at my pretty little kitten doing so well for me.”
You let go minutes later and she gives you time to catch your breath before flipping the two of you so that your back is pressed into the mattress
“It’s okay, my love,” she shushes you as she reaches under your shirt for the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs and flinging them across the room. “I just wanna feel you.”
Natasha lifts her dress to reveal her lack of underwear and parts your legs, positioning herself between them and groaning softly when she feels her pussy touch yours
“How’s that feel, detka?” she asks you once she begins grinding and you respond with a moan. “Use your words or I’ll stop.”
“Feels so good, Mommy.”
Each thrust of her hips brings you closer and closer to the edge until you’re practically begging her to let you cum, but tears fill your eyes when she climbs off the bed and heads for the closet instead
“No whining,” she warns as she emerges with a double-ended dildo instead. “I just thought you might like this better.”
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pairing: detective!bucky x detective!reader
summary: When you and bucky go undercover to catch an identity thief, the investigation brings both of you closer.
word count: 1.7k
A/N: This is my first fic ever, please be nice<3 English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes please contact me!
Warnings: fluff, like one curse word, slight mention of a gun, B99 AU.
After Captain Fury assigned you and Bucky to go after an identity thief, Bucky seemed to be reluctant of being your partner, and that left you confused the whole morning. So when lunchtime came, you decided to ask him about it, “Buck, did I do something to you?” you asked him while entering the break room.
“What? No” he answered quickly, but it didn’t convince you “Then why are you trying to keep me off this case?” you whisper-yelled.
“All right” he started “Remember when you told me that you didn’t want to date cops? That bummed me out because I was thinking about asking you out,” he told you “Oh, okay” you hesitantly said, his words definitely caught you off guard, when you first started on the precinct you developed a crush on the blue-eyed man but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it, and now he tells you that he was thinking about asking you out?
“I know that’s not what you want and it just took me a while but I totally get it” you were confused about everything that’s going on “Bucky, I don’t know what to say…” before you could finish he interrupted you “Let’s just not make it weird, this is a case, we’ll work at it together because we’re professionals” before you could say something he rushed out of the room.
After not seeing Bucky for the whole day, you, him, Steve, and Natasha were in a van observing the guy you’re looking for “Why is he getting out here? I thought your C.I. said the drop was happening in a park.” you told Bucky. “Rumlow has the laptop with him. We should just arrest him right here.” you suggested “No, the buyer's the bigger collar. We've got to follow him in and wait for the handoff, let’s go inside,” he said in a demanding tone. “Wait, we look like cops. We're never gonna blend in dressed like this” you put your hair down and adjusted your shirt “How’s this?” you asked Bucky. Natasha turned to look at you “You look fine. Here, wear this” she hands you a jacket.
You and Bucky got out of the van and went into the restaurant, as soon as you got in you were standing next to Rumlow “Hi. Table for two, please.” bucky says. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing available. We're booked up.” the hostess said looking not interested at all, then you had an idea and decided to barge in “Oh, no, that's horrible.” you start “Tonight's a really important night for us. Johnny and I just got engaged, and this is where our first date was.” It took a couple of seconds but Bucky caught up with you “Oh, yeah, it would mean so much to Dora and me. I would have made a reservation, but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes” after he finished you kissed him on the cheek.
The hostess finally looked at you two “You are just so sweet together. You know, I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers.” she said. “Yeah, we are lovers... together... in beds” Bucky stated awkwardly and you just glanced at him giving a ‘don’t fuck up’ look.
When both of you got to the table, you break the silence “ Sorry about springing the engagement and romantic stuff on you.” you gave him an apologetic smile “No, no, no. That was great. I mean, it's what got us in here. Cheek kiss was a bit much. Very wet.” you looked at each other and laugh. You looked to your side and there was Rumlow and maybe his girlfriend? You didn’t know exactly, the only thing you thought about was how you and Bucky were screwed, they put you right beside the guy you were keeping an eye on. His girlfriend turned to you both and started talking.
The night couldn’t have been going worse, Rumlow’s girlfriend, whose name was Lucy, didn’t stop talking to you and Bucky the whole night. Although Rumlow seemed a bit skeptical he talked too.
After some time Rumlow and Lucy leave the table, but he sends the girl to get the car and he went to the kitchen, you turned to Bucky “He took the laptop case with him, he’s gonna make the drop, let's go.” Both of you went to the kitchen door but then, Rumlow saw you. “Damn, he saw us,” Your partner said worried but then he pulled you into a kiss. You couldn’t even process what’s happening, did he really just kiss you? Brock passes you two and Bucky pulled away “Good, good, we kept our cover intact, nice work,” he said rather quickly “Quick professional thinking out there. Very quick. Very professional.” you couldn’t get the kiss out of your head “Detective,” he said reaching his hand “Detective” you shook his hands “Let’s get back on the case” he instantly pulled you to get to the car.
You were back in the van with Natasha and Steve, following Rumlow. “How was the restaurant?” Steve asked quietly “Such a normal time” you squealed “Why are you being weird?” he said curiously. “We kissed” Bucky calmly said. “What?” Steve and Nat screamed together “To keep our cover from being blown, okay? We didn’t have a choice!” you exclaimed. Steve was going to say something until Natasha started uttered “He’s pulling over. It’s going down”.
You saw Rumlow leave the package by a tree “Guys, it’s not a handoff, he’s leaving it there” Bucky told Steve “You and Nat follow Rumlow, we’re going to stay with the package and get the buyer” the blonde agreed and right after, you and bucky left the car.
While waiting near the package, he was feeling perplexed due to the event that happened in the restaurant but it didn’t matter what he thought about, it was always you in the end. “Hey” he turned to you “We’re cool right?” he was worried about your answer, he couldn’t handle you being mad at him “Yes” you started “We’re fine, totally fine” but you weren’t, the kiss kept replaying in your head. “You know what? I’m actually really hungry, never got to eat at that fancy restaurant”. Now that he mentioned it, you actually were hungry as well “You know what I’m getting on my way home?” you asked him rhetorically. “Yeah, you’re gonna go to that cafe near your house, and get a cinnamon roll and a cup of hot chocolate,” he said casually “That's exactly what I’m gonna get,” you told him, you were going to tell ask him how he knew that but you felt another presence there “Bucky” you whispered, “He’s looking at us”. You could see the confusion on his face. “What?” the guy seemed suspicious so you had to be quick. “Well, this is happening,” you said more to yourself than him “Huh?” he hummed. Before he could say something else you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, it was like you were made for each other, it felt so passionate and real, but you couldn’t forget that it was all an undercover act.
As you saw the guy start to move away with the case, you push Bucky away “NYPD! Freeze” you yelled “We are police colleagues” you said pointing your gun at him. “You’re under arrest. This is a work event” he quickly said. You both handcuffed the guy and brought him back to the precinct.
You were alone in the break room, the events of the evening running through your mind until Bucky comes in “Hey, could you sign this arrest report for Rumlow and the buyer?” he asked calmly. “Sure” you answered. How could he be so calm, did everything that you went through today not affect him the same way as it affected you? Maybe he just forgot about the idea of asking you out and didn’t want anything related to you in that way. “Man, I forgot how long your signature takes” he joked. “This whole night was really weird wasn’t it?” you question him “Yes, it totally was. I just want everything to go back to how it was”. You didn’t know why but his words hurt a little, wasn’t he willing to try to go out with you? “You're right y’know?” he continues “We shouldn’t date cops, ‘cause we make a great team, we work great together, doll” Doll? During all your years working side by side, he has never called you that, but maybe it was just a slip-up. “I don’t want anything to change.” you said “Me, neither”. Well, at least now you knew that he didn’t want anything more. “Okay, then that’s that detective Barnes” you whispered. “See you around the precinct” was the last thing he said before leaving the room.
Later, doing some paperwork, you went to the files room to get a file for your new case, everything was quiet there until you heard the door open. “Hey,” the person said, you could recognize that voice everywhere, it belonged to the person whose piercing blue eyes couldn’t leave your head “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I’m fine, just tired, today was a long day” you turned around, and there he was, standing right in front of you “what about you?” you returned the question. “Same” he starts “but I feel like something’s missing”. You looked into his eyes, not understanding what he meant, he stared right back at you, but then his eyes went to your mouth and next thing you knew, you were kissing again but know it didn’t involve an undercover it was just you and bucky, no one else. His hands were now warm, holding onto your waist, while yours were on the back of his neck, the kiss was everything you could’ve asked for, you felt like you were on a movie until you heard something.
“Hey, Bucky” It was Steve shouting from the other side of the door “I need your help here, pal”.
You both pulled away from each other, panting heavily, cheeks flushed and a smile on both faces.
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Y/N: How petty can you get?
Natasha: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
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Pretty Little Thing Prologue
Venom flowed freely from her veins as blood flowed from her mouth. The pointed canines no longer resided uncomfortably on her tongue. She hated the way he looked at her, like he was golden and she was yet another monster for him to defeat. Maybe she was.
“Close your mouth,” he directed pointedly. Such a good captain. Tony and Natasha were right in some respect. Those broad shoulders held a certain power to them. He was definitely a leader.
“Oh, but sweet малыш, I’m such a pretty little thing like this.”
Nadezhda Komarova’s been through hell. Hydra’s notorious experimentation has turned her into a creature of nightmares - mostly her own. The Avengers are a safe haven. Well, except for Steve Rogers, who absolutely cannot stand her. This rift causes tension not only in the compound, but even on the battlefield. He hates her, and doesn’t care if she knows it. Oh, but she’s such a pretty little thing.
STORY WARNINGS: eventual smut (18+ minors dni), blood, (light and nondescriptive) gore, mentions of torture, nightmares and scary visions, slight allusions to depression and suicide, and finally, nasty thoughts about steve.
sidenote: this is not endgame cannon like at all lol fuck that. this story will also be up on ao3 or wattpad if yall prefer to read on those sites. i’m so excited for this one guys.
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Nat + celebrity reader
What I’m picturing is
A lot of frustration
Nat knows how to keep a secret but now her emotions are all over the place and she doesn’t know how to handle it
Reader is not out to the public and even then, she agreed on not telling anyone about their relationship
Because you know... evil fellas trying to kill everyone
And reader is a well known celebrity, people are always assuming and talking and shit
So the situation is a disaster waiting to happen
But they get the “everything’s fine when I’m with you” feeling when everything is not fine
They push all this emotions aside when they’re together
So everything seems heavier when they’re not
And it just builds up until it collapses on their relationship
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Words are said
Break ups be like 😔
And now they have to deal with this whole thing still in secret so repressed feelings and more frustration and anxiety
Cue random evil guy who somehow knows they were together
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Reader almost dying
They run to each other with mixed “I don’t care, I love you” and “fuck, you almost died this is not ok” feelings
And I don’t know how to end this
Because like you know this sounds like a bad idea, a little toxic relationship without meaning to be a toxic relationship BUT you still got the “dude I’ll risk everything for you” kinda thing
And this is not well elaborated but I just dropped words from my brain
Oh. Oh yeah you're right. This really could be an angst machine.
There's nothing more I could really say to that.
Y'know except that is an amazing idea, and ow.
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Pregnant Nat is in bed reading the new book you got her and she has one hand on her belly because finally the baby has stopped playing their little game. The cover are lightly draped over her and the light is dimly on. Your on the end of the bed watching the tv playing your games. Just such a wifey moment. She’ll call you into bed just to have you next to her but she’ll still let you play
You'll be concentrating on your game still as Natasha reads, leaning into your side, glancing up at the screen every now and then, just to see what has gripped your attention so much.
The clicking of your controller as you move your character around, and fight against fantasy creatures, joining the noises flowing from the tv. Everything adding up into a relaxing atmosphere.
Soon enough Natasha finishes her chapter and places the book down onto the bedside table. And even with your concentration you still notice this out of the side of your eye, and proceed to ask if she wanted you to stop so that she could sleep. She just shakes her head and returns to her position, cuddling into your side, blinking sleepily, "No. I wanna watch you play for a while."
And she does.
Just not for as long as she had intended.
Not even five minutes later and she was sound asleep.
As soon as you got the chance to save the game you did, turning it off, lovering Natasha down into a more comfortableposition with you, and switching on something to watch as you fell asleep beside your pregnant fiancé.
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can i request a drabble/hc's about nat and r going to an animal shelter?
A/N: I wrote this in less than five minutes I apologize
you were a bit surprised natasha had agreed so easily if you were being honest
you'd wanted to adopt an animal for ages
she knew this
and when you two moved in together
after a while you wanted a pet
more and more every day
and when you'd finally brought it up
nat gave a small, knowing smile
and said 'yes'
you'd squealed and thrown yourself into her arms
giving her kiss after kiss
which she didn't mind
the next day you were at the shelter
cooing at every animal you saw
natasha loved it
her heart was so full
fuller than she'd ever thought was possible
she couldn't stop herself from smiling as your face lit up
"natasha how will we ever choose?"
"you'll know, Y/N."
and you did know
when you stumbled across a black cat with white patches, your heart burst
"him. it's him."
you took him home and sat with him the entire night
natasha hadn't left your side, claiming sleep was nothing compared to you
she'd let you lay your head in her lap as you watched the kitty get settled in
"thank you," you'd murmured as your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment
she'd nearly told you to get some rest
but telling you that would have caused you to fight sleep
so she just kissed your forehead and smiled when your eyes didn't open a few minutes later
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my savior (2)
summary || taking the offer you you begin working for bucky. though, later he has to save you again
pairing || mafia!bucky x female!reader
warnings || creepy guys again (briefly)
note || i wasn’t going to make a second chapter, but i have more inspiration for this
should i make a part 3?
requests are open <3
please don’t steal my work!
It was noisy. Bass echoed throughout the club. The white shirt you wore was tight against you, and the black skirt you wore was slightly shorter than you wanted it to be. You kept pulling at the collar of your white shirt as if to stretch it out.
Your job was easy. All you had to do was serve drinks and occasionally work behind the bar. You ran into the man that saved you occasionally, but you still didn’t know who he was. Most people seemed scared of him often bowing their heads out of fear.
He on the other hand already knew who you were. He had Sam research you to check if you were dangerous. Someone as powerful- as Bucky who owned almost the whole city- he needs to make sure a rival didn’t send a spy in.
You were cleaning up the bar that was off in the back. When the door opened in the front. You could see people stepping aside for what you could only assume was him. His entourage followed behind him as they descended up the stairs that were nestled in the corner.
Your eyes followed his broad frame as he disappeared. You couldn’t help, but have a slight attraction to the man. Who wouldn’t though? With his charming personality and handsome looks, he could practically have any girl. You’ve seen firsthand how women just drop to his feet.
“Y/n they’re requesting you,” your co-worker Natasha turned to you. The two of you became friends rather quickly.
“Dunno, the boss just asked for you though,” Natasha’s red locks framed her face as she shook her head.
Walking up the dingy stairs you could hear the chatter above grow louder. You didn’t know that the whole upper level was a giant casino till you entered. People cheered happily as they took the money they had just won. Guards were stationed all around. In the back of plush sofas, you saw him sitting with several other people. Only one you ￼recognized￼. A man who wore an expensive suit with messy hair. Tony Stark, the famous billionaire.
Walking up to them was hard enough. You could feel a bundle of nerves rise in your throat as they turned to you.
“Who is this,” Tony tossed an arm over you. You could see him giving Tony a look you couldn’t place.
“That’s Y/n,” Bucky stood up and gently pulled you to his side. Tony just sat down again a smile on his face.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“No,” Bucky’s voice was sharp as he slowly let go of you.
“Mmm,” Sam hummed a content smirk on his face as Bucky looked at him. Anger raging in his blue eyes.
“Well Bucky this has been fun, but I must go,” Tony had suddenly got up and was heading towards the door, a woman draped on his arm.
So his names Bucky.
“Don’t forget about my offer!” Tony yelled across the room as he disappeared with the woman.
Nervously you placed one foot in front of the other, “Can I get you all something to drink?” They must have forgotten you were there because all eyes turned towards you.
As they rattled off their orders Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. His gaze was intense and unwavering. The way back towards the bar was darker than it originally was on the way up.
The club was even more crowded than before. As you waited for Nat to hand you all the drinks you felt someone slid next to you.
“Can I buy you a drink?” A gravely voice rumbled deep next to you.
Your body went still. Not turning towards the man you swiftly replied, “No thank you.”
“She said no, you idiot.” Bucky stood behind you. Anger clear as day on his face. The man went running off in fear. Your eyes met his ocean blue ones as you silently thanked him he was there.
“You always need saving don’t you?”
“Apparently,” your body relaxed as Bucky chuckled deeply.
“Well I’m glad I’m your savior then.”
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(i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests, if not then pls just ignore this until you are hahaha!) i was thinking on how you imagine natasha would pin or try to impress reader? :) give us that beautiful lauren magic 😩
treat you right
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader ♡
genre: fluffy headcanons ♡
summary: natasha just wants you to hers ♡
word count: 569 ♡
a/n: lovely angel, you are too sweet! i appreciate your sweet words, but i don't think i have magic 😊! thank you for sending this request!
♡ when it comes to trying to get your attention
♡ and trying to impress you
♡ natasha has got it down
♡ she knows what people like
♡ flowers, moonlit kisses, hugs, romance movies, chocolates
♡ she has an idea of what she needs to do to make you notice her
♡ the thing is, she didn't expect the pang of nerves that attacked her everytime she tried to do something nice for you
♡ natasha got you flowers one day
♡ she came back to the compound when you were leaving training
♡ you were so sweaty and out of breath, but she thought you were absolutely stunning
♡ she walked up to you to give you the flowers
♡ and for some reason, she felt something get caught in her throat
♡ it was like the world froze
♡ she couldn't speak
♡ you walked up to her and asked her who the flowers were for
♡ she lied and said she'd just bought them for her room
♡ she didn't miss the slight disappointment that entered your eyes
♡ she didn't understand why she was so nervous around you
♡ it had never happened before until she tried to ask you out
♡ she decided to get steve's help
♡ he was secretly a romantic and even though he didn't have much experience with girls, he had heard many tips from bucky
♡ so after two more failed attempts of giving you chocolate and even a cute shirt with a funny pun on it
♡ natasha decided to go forth with steve's advice
♡ she took you to the amusement park
♡ she's a former assassin and keen spy
♡ she was able to win you every stuffed animal you wanted
♡ you literally walked back to the car hours later with both of your arms filled with the stuffed prizes
♡ you thought natasha looked adorable cuddling a stuffed tiger, lion, and rabbit in her arms with a stoic face
♡ after that, you two went to dinner
♡ you and natasha were sitting there eating
♡ natasha was eating pasta
♡ and the cutest thing happened
♡ she got sauce on her face
♡ she didn't notice of course
♡ you thought it was adorable and tried so hard not to laugh
♡ she was telling you about a mission with clint from two years ago while this sauce was just settled on her cheek
♡ it was so inappropriate to laugh, so you just sat there and let her finish the story
♡ of course, as soon as she finished uttering the last word, you burst into a fit of giggles
♡ natasha was perplexed before you pointed out that she had sauce on her cheek
♡ she was so damn embarrassed
♡ she'd thought she had ruined it
♡ "i'm glad to see you like that," you whispered, noticing how she was forlornly picking at her food. "not everyone sees the black widow like everyone else. an adorable and sweet little dork."
♡ natasha should've been offended you didn't think she was a badass, but really she just fell even more in love with you
♡ "would you like to see more of that?" she asked, her voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "maybe i can show you more of me. after a date?"
♡ you blinked, trying not to burst into a wide smile.
♡ "did natasha romanoff just ask me out?"
♡ "yep," natasha said, smiling as she leaned to wipe some food from the corner of your mouth. "would you like that?"
♡ and that was the start of a relationship that beautifully lasted for a lifetime
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welcome to the team.
a/n: there’s little to no plot, but a heck of a lot of porn.
summary: wanda walks in on natasha and her girlfriend sharing an intimate moment. fortunately for her, the couple doesn’t mind the interruption.
warnings (18+ only): mdlg themes, smut, mommy kink, praise kink, finger sucking, boot grinding, thigh riding, lactation kink, vaginal fingering, choking, masturbation, wanda’s rings, light verbal humiliation, multiple orgasms, strap-on use, face sitting
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you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3
“Relax, princess.” Natasha’s hot breath ghosted over your neck as she led you farther into the room. She turned you around to face her and pushed you down onto your knees. “You don’t have to be shy around me, we’ve done this many times before.”
“The door’s still open, Mommy,” you whispered, sticking your head out to the side to look behind her. A cold hand wrapped around your jaw, forcing you to look up at your girlfriend.
“Keep your eyes on me, honey.” Natasha scolded. “It’s just you and Mommy, sweetheart. No one is going to catch us. Everyone else knows to stay off of our floor unless we ask for them, so don't go on worrying your pretty little head about it.” The Russian smiled when you mumbled out an apology. She released your face, swiping her fingers across your mouth. “Open.”
You parted your lips, allowing her to shove two of her digits into your mouth. Your tongue ran across the length of her fingers as she pumped them into your mouth.
“Good girl.” she cooed, pushing her fingers in farther. You gagged as they hit the back of your throat. “It’s okay, you’re doing just fine, baby. Let me know if it becomes too much, alright?”
You hummed around her digits, curling your lips around them. Natasha wedged her boot between your knees and nodded. It was then that you were reminded that unlike you, your girlfriend was fully clothed. She had stripped you the minute you got to your room. You silently lowered yourself onto her shoe. Her digits in your mouth muffled your moans as you slowly rocked your hips.
“You deserve this, honey. You’ve been an angel this past week and Mommy really appreciates it.” The redhead kept her heel planted on the ground but pressed the tip of her boot against your cunt.
Natasha slipped another finger inside of your mouth. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes while she continued to thrust her digits into your mouth. Her free hand brushed against the side of your face, wiping away a tear that had escaped your eyes.
“I know, precious. It’s a little more than what you’re used to, but I know you can handle it. I’m only trying to get you ready for that new toy we ordered the other day.” Unfortunately, the item she was referring to hadn’t arrived yet, but you were still looking forward to the new strap Natasha had picked out. “After all, Mommy knows what’s best for you. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Mommy.” you managed to say. Your teeth grazed her digits as she slowly pulled them out of your mouth. Natasha wiped her fingers on your cheek and squeezed your jaw, causing your mouth to fall open.
The older woman crouched down and spit into your mouth. Her saliva coated your tongue, slowly dripping down while you waited for her to indicate that you could swallow. “You look so cute like this, baby. I’m tempted to leave you like this.” You huffed and tried shifting closer to her. “Don’t look at me like that.” Natasha scowled, gently pushing your face to the side. “Swallow.”
Obliging with her request, you swallowed and ground down harder on her boot. Natasha cupped your face and slid her thumb inside of your mouth.
You whined when she flattened her foot and pulled you up. “Oh, honey, you made such a big mess. Should I make you clean it?”
“Mommy.” you whimpered as her thumb left your mouth.
“Don’t complain, bunny.” Natasha sighed, helping you to your feet. “Mommy will give you what you want eventually, you just have to wait.”
Swiftly undressing herself, Natasha led you over to the bed and sat down. Intertwining her fingers with yours, she guided you into her lap. “Come on, fuck yourself on Mommy’s thigh.” You squeezed her hands and hid your face in the crook of her neck. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.” Natasha pulled you away from her neck so she could look you in the eye. “All Mommy wants to do is make her precious bunny feel good.”
“Alright, Mommy,” you whispered, moving one of your legs so you were straddling her thigh. Natasha grinned when your cunt met her bare skin.
“Rub that pretty pussy on me, honey.” Natasha encouraged, caressing your face. “You’re soaked, baby. Why is that?” You murmured something under your breath that the Russian was unable to understand. “Try again, use your big girl words and speak loud enough for Mommy to hear.”
“Because of you, Mommy,” you repeated, louder than before. Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Natasha permitted you to continue grinding on her thigh.
Natasha’s hand slid behind your neck and guided you towards her heavy breasts. Instinctively, you opened your mouth, licking her nipples before curling your lips around one of them. She rubbed your back reassuringly as you tugged on the pebbled peak. “There you go, princess.”
A steady stream of sweet milk began pouring into your mouth. Your hips slowed as you became distracted by the substance filling you. They almost stilled, but your girlfriend caught them between her hands in time and began helping you along her thigh.
“No stopping until you’ve drenched Mommy’s thigh, okay?” Your mouth unlatched from Natasha’s breast so you could let out a small ‘yes’. Immediately after the word had been uttered, your lips were back on her. Your tongue flicked over her areola, licking up the small beads of milk that had dripped out. “Does Mommy’s pretty baby wanna cum?” Natasha questioned, bringing her thumb down to your clit, stroking over it tenderly.
Wanda got out of the elevator and noticed that the space was empty, meaning that you and Natasha must have been in your room. The others had sent her to fetch you two for dinner, but the only problem was that she seemed to have forgotten that they had also told her to wait a while before she went.
She heard an odd noise but brushed it off. All of you were Avengers, one of you must’ve been in the gym training. Continuing down the hall, she stopped at your bedroom door.
The Sokovian stood in the doorway, completely still. She knew she’d get in trouble for watching, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from you and Nat.
“God, you’re so needy.” Natasha purred as you eagerly sucked her nipple. She pushed your cunt down on her thigh harder. “Maybe I should’ve invited Wanda up to our room tonight. You would happily let her touch you, huh?”
Your eyes widened and you were about to pull away, but Natasha kept your head in place. “I know about your little crush, bunny. You shouldn’t be so shocked, did you think you could get around without Mommy noticing?” Wanda worried that she would now be the object of Natasha’s anger since her girlfriend had a crush on her. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie, I can see why you’d like her. She’s cute, but not as cute as my sweet girl.”
“I’m gonna count down from three. When I get to one, you’re gonna cum for Mommy, alright?” Natasha pecked your forehead, using her hand to keep you close to her chest. “Three.”
Wanda watched in awe as your hips sped up and you ground against Natasha with a force she couldn’t have imagined. “Two.”
Your suckling became less intense as less milk flowed into your mouth. You gently grazed your teeth over Natasha’s nipple when her thumb applied more pressure on your clit. “One.”
You came on her thigh with a faint sob, slowing your hips to help you ride out your high. Your mouth released her nipple and kissed up her breasts. Natasha cupped your face in her hands and planted her lips on yours. She whispered soft reassurances in your ear when you pulled away, allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder.
You whined when her hand traveled back to the apex of your thighs. “Hush, honey. You can take more, Mommy will know when to stop.” Wanda swallowed, stepping back to leave. “If you’re going to watch me fuck my precious bunny, you might as well help me do it.”
The brunette froze like a deer in headlights when the Russian acknowledged her presence. “What? You do realize that I was practically a spy, right?”
“It’s fine Wanda, we don’t mind the interruption at all.” Natasha breathed, circling your clit with her thumb. “So are you going to help me out or not?”
“Yeah- only if you two don’t mind.”
“If I did mind, why would I ask?” Natasha remarked, turning her attention back to you. “Don’t you want Wanda playing with your pussy, baby? I’ll teach her how to make you feel good, how does that sound?”
“You can come closer, Wanda.” The brunette stepped into the room, slowly making her way towards the bed. “Take your clothes off.” Wanda made quick work of her clothes and reached for her necklace. “Leave that and the rings on.”
“Just do as you’re told, sweetie.” Natasha purred, laying you on your back and rolling to lay beside you. “You want her to put her hands on you, hm? Don’t lie and say that you don’t, baby. Everyone knows you’re always staring at them.” You looked up at the headboard, but Natasha was quick to tilt your chin down. “Ask her nicely for what you want like a good girl.”
“Touch me p-please, Wanda!”
The sokovian hovered over your body and spread your legs apart. “You’re very cute, baby.” Wanda complimented, inching her hands up your inner thighs.
“Did you hear that, bunny? She thinks you’re cute, what do you say?” Natasha’s cold hand trailed up and down your torso.
“Thank you, Wanda.”
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.” Wanda beamed. She looked at the redhead for approval while teasing your entrance with her fingers.
“Come on, Wanda, give her what she needs from you.” Two of Wanda’s digits plunged inside of you, steadily pumping into your core.
“Fuck.” Wanda whispered, feeling your cunt clench around her. Her free hand moved up to your neck and wrapped around it. “Do you like being fucked while your Mommy watches?”
Your eyes snapped towards Natasha who silently told you to answer for yourself. The redhead tucked her head in the crook of your neck and slipped her hand between her legs. “Yes.”
“Your Mommy should share you more often then,” Wanda smirked, gently squeezing your throat. She leaned down and pumped her fingers at a faster rate. Her hands were warm, a stark contrast to the cold rings she was wearing. You could feel them rubbing against your sweet spot every time Wanda’s fingers entered you.
“I’m not one to share my things, Wanda. This is just a little welcoming gift for you, don’t expect to see more of us.” Natasha ground against her hand, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
Wanda noticed that your attention was elsewhere, following your gaze towards her chest. You were enamored by the necklace hanging from her neck. “You wanna bite them, honey?”
After you had given her a sign of approval, she leaned down further, encouraging you to latch on to the piece of jewelry. You bit down on the necklace, holding it in your mouth.
“That’s it, good girl.” Wanda used her thumb to toy with your clit. “Your Mommy looks close, darling. Wanna cum with her?”
“Cum for Wanda,” Natasha commanded. Her fingers slammed into her pussy as she rode out her high. You released onto Wanda’s digits soon, coating them in your arousal. “We’re not done with you, bunny. You’re going to cum for us one last time.”
Natasha got off the bed and headed into the closet before returning with an item that was too familiar to you. “Since you’re our guest, you can use her favorite toy on her pussy.”
All of Wanda’s confidence left her when she saw the strap-on in Natasha’s hand. While she had been on the receiving end a few times, she’d never gotten the chance to use it on someone.
“You’ve never done this before, have you, honey?” Natasha asked. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about making my little girl squirm. Shouldn't be too hard since she’s a desperate slut.”
The redhead passed the toy off to Wanda and whispered something in your ear. When she looked back at the younger girl, she was standing there cluelessly.
“Must I do everything myself?” Natasha rolled her eyes in annoyance, helping Wanda into the harness. “You get the general idea, right?” Wanda nodded. “Then you can take it from here.”
“Yeah,” Wanda replied shakily, raking her eyes over your figure. She kneeled on the edge of the bed, settling between your legs.
“What are you waiting for, Maximoff? Give my bunny something to remember you by.” Natasha ordered, losing her patience.
“I was getting there.” Wanda aligned the fake cock with your awaiting cunt. Your breath hitched when the brunette started to ease the dildo inside of you. Although the strap-on secured around Wanda’s hips was your favorite toy Nat owned, it had been a while since she had last used it on you.
“It’s okay, she’s almost there, bunny. Only a few more inches.” Natasha said, tracing patterns on your thigh. “Keep going, Wanda. She can handle it, don’t worry.”
Wanda snapped her hips forward, filling you completely with the toy. Natasha moved behind Wanda and waited until you had relaxed before grabbing the Sokovian’s hips. “What are you-”
“I’m making things easier for you,” Natasha mumbled, guiding Wanda to gently rock her hips. Once she had realized what Natasha was doing, Wanda pulled the strap out of you before slamming it back in. “You’re a quick learner, you’ve already gotten the hang of this.”
Natasha let go of Wanda and moved up the bed. She threw one of her legs over your head, straddling your face. “Do you want Mommy’s pussy, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please give me your pussy, Mommy.” you pleaded. Natasha lowered herself onto your face, rubbing her cunt against your mouth. “That’s a good girl, taking Wanda’s cock so well.”
You eagerly licked at Natasha’s cunt, hooking your arms around her thighs. Wanda thrust the cock in and out of your cunt. “Look at this messy pussy, Nat.”
“My stupid little bunny.” Natasha cooed, reaching to rub at your clit. “She’s so horny that she can’t think properly. Just wants to have her pussy stuffed like a good cockslut.”
Her other hand went underneath your head, holding your face close to her heat. She ground down against your tongue harder. “You’re gonna make Mommy cum all over your pretty face, honey.”
You stuck your tongue out, sliding it inside of Natasha’s entrance. Your girlfriend came on your mouth, grinding against your tongue. Natasha got off of you and licked her cum off of your face. She pressed down on your clit harder as Wanda’s thrusts got rougher.
“Is my darling girl ready to cum for us?”
“Yes, Mommy,” you answered. “Wanna cum for you and Wanda.”
Natasha rubbed her tight circles around your overstimulated clit. “Then be a good girl cum for us, bunny.” You cried out one last time before coming undone around the toy.
Wanda withdrew the dildo from you and removed the strap-on. Natasha was quick to come to your side, using a damp cloth to clean you up. “Such a good girl.”
“Are you sure you don’t wanna share more often?” Wanda smirked. Natasha tucked you under the covers and pushed Wanda down on the bed.
“I’ll think about it,” Natasha replied, laying on her stomach between Wanda’s legs. “But first let me take care of you.”
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Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo
YOU GUYS JUST SEND IN SUCH CUTE PROMPTS AND IT STOPS ME FROM WRITING ANGST BECAUSE THEY'RE SO DAMN LOVELY.
Enjoy! @avengers-wholesome Hopefully this is what you wanted! Also this was super fun to write so thank you so much for the request :3
Tag list: @d14n4ol
Genre: Fluff 🙄 (Kidding - NATASHA DESERVES HAPPINESS)
word count: 707
'Well in the spirit of graduation season this is the prompt: Peter (for extra credit) had to take theatre and is the understudy for Romeo in Romeo and Juliet. While at the Avengers Tower, he’s having a hard time memorizing the lines, and reader and Natasha and Tony witness it. So reader demonstrates how the balcony scene is done and tells Natasha to read the Juliet lines, while reader acts Romeo’s lines. The whole scene they become enamored and a spark is lit between them. Fast forward, The Avengers go to Peter’s high school graduation and are being that kind of family that is loud as hell when their kid gets called, especially Tony. Natasha and reader cheer and reader shouts “THATS OUR NEPHEW!” And as Natasha smiles, reader says “Hey, let’s face it: Tony is one second away from adopting him and Tony is like a brother to me, so that makes me his aunt. And because your my girlfriend, makes YOU his aunt!” (IM SO SORRY THIS GOT LONG!)'
YES. I mean let’s face it, Peter would totally do extra credit work. I feel like he would be the kind of student who’s super smart but because he’s all over the place, he never actually does very well.
- Peter often used the avengers as his own personal google. Tony would help with product design, Bruce would help with science, Natasha and Wanda with foreign languages and F.R.I.D.A.Y. with just about anything else
- You, however had a secret talent. Your parents had made you go to acting school when you were very young. There were only two people outside your parents who knew of your talent - Nat and Tony.
- Nat knew because, well, she's a spy and quote unquote 'it was vital she knew everything about you because you might have been a HYDRA spy.'
- Tony knew because he was the one who recruited you into the Avenger family once he saw one of your fight scenes when you were a part time stunt double.
- So when the two see Peter struggling with learning his lines for his extra credit work, their minds automatically go to you.
- 'Heyy Y/nnnnn"
- "What do you want Tony?"
- "Can't I just want to talk to you?"
- "Wait why does Natasha get a hey and I get a what?"
- "Because I like her more than you. She doesn't only come to me when she needs a favour."
- Natasha let Tony try to convince you to help Peter with his lines just for her own enjoyment. She then stepped in and you agreed.
- "Natasha come here, you can read Juliet's lines."
- You looked cute, your hair a little messy from trying to explain to Peter many times that it doesn't really matter if he understands what they're saying or not, he just has to read it.
- It's why Natasha took a little longer to reach you than it normally would have done, she was too busy watching you rather than actually listening.
- You start the scene "Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day..."
- "It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks..."
- You both get wayyy more into it than you should have. Luckily, Peter just thought it was really good acting.
- Luckily there was no kissing in the scene. It would have been too much for either of you to deal with. Also kissing in front of Peter just felt... wrong...
- Something was started when the two of you performed that scene.
- Even though Natasha is a total top, you were the one who asked her out. You had a feeling that if you didn't do it then there would be much more pining than there should be. Life is too short to live pining after someone.
- Your first date out as an official couple was actually to Peter's play.
-Well technically it was drinks that were after the dinner that was after the play.
- He did amazingly (as you knew he would - he had put so much effort into learning his lines)
- You did have a backup plan in case he didn't learn his lines in time though.
- Plan B was Wanda using her mind powers to send Peter the lines.
- "Y/n, I can here you thinking"
- "WANDA GET OUT OF MY HEAD" (You respectfully whisper shouted this and Wanda whisper shouted back)
- "ONLY WHEN YOU ADMIT THAT MY POWERS DON'T WORK LIKE THAT."
- You loved Wanda but her powers were confusing and you could only focus on things for short bursts of time.
- Act 5, scene 3 had just ended and you guys were definitely cheering the loudest.
- Thor was literally asked by security to leave.
- "THAT'S OUR NEPHEW!" You screamed in Natasha's face as you jumped up and down.
- She smiled - not smirked - but really smiled, you had made her soft.
- “Hey, let’s face it: Tony is one second away from adopting him and Tony is like a brother to me, so that makes me his aunt. And because your my girlfriend, makes YOU his aunt!”
- Peter bounds over to the two of you and wraps you both in a bone-crushing hug.
- Natasha looks at you over Peter's head "Yeah, we're his aunts."
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